Shizuka (_shizuka_) wrote in harmony_fics, @ 2010-05-20 23:17:00 |
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Hey you, out there on your own sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me...
WHO: Seto Kaiba and Shizuka Jounouchi
WHAT: Word prompt - kite
WHERE: Kaiba mansion - canon universe
WARNINGS: None
The clacking of keys was the only thing breaking the silence, and Kaiba would have drawn the curtains to limit the amount of light streaming through the window if he had felt like actually getting up. It would have been amusing to call Isono in to remedy the situation, and while Kaiba never backed down from a fight, he decided he would simply not deign to pick one with sunlight. He could be magnanimous and allow it to exist.
Loud noises outside distracted him, and the sheer glee was enough to put his back up. Fingers going still against the keyboard, Kaiba glanced at the window out of the corner of his eye, frowning distastefully.
The sounds came again – laughter, squealing, general sounds of revelry – and curiosity began to win the battle.
Smoothly rising from his chair, Kaiba adjusted the collar of his trench coat and meandered over to the window, swooping up his coffee mug on the way there. He leaned against the sill and sipped his coffee while he looked outside, blue eyes scanning the massive yard for the source of the joy.
Mokuba and Shizuka were flying a kite.
It was a hideous monstrosity, blending colors that should never have appeared together in any universe, the very sight of it offensive to his senses. The two appeared oblivious to their lack of taste and were running all over the damn place, unable to keep the kite in the air.
Kaiba snorted, but he couldn’t find himself capable of looking away, his gaze locked on the redhead.
Shizuka had become a frequent visitor at the mansion. Usually, Kaiba was able to avoid her; the mansion wasn’t exactly small, and he wasn’t anything remotely close to social; however, no matter how hard he tried to wallow in solitude, he bumped into her often enough that he’d initially thought it was by design.
That notion was soon dismissed. The girl was barely brighter than her brother, who had been shafted by the God of the Gene Pool. She was sweet, and polite…innocent…
Tolerating her presence turned into accepting it, which morphed eventually into saying whatever he could to make her turn as red as her hair. It was dysfunctional at best, but even though Kaiba acted like a boy on the playground pulling Shizuka’s hair, it was mostly to convince himself that he only humored the girl because she was Mokuba’s friend and not because she was managing to grow on him like a malignant tumor.
She was proving to be more of a distraction than he’d calculated.
At least the times she sought out his presence, or simply lurked in the same general area as him, she was quiet and didn’t bother him with a million and a half questions. Shizuka also seemed dismissive of his wealth, as if such things as money and reputation did not matter.
Then again, she came from a family that lacked both.
Kaiba blinked. That shade of red…
The sun seemed to light it on fire, and he could drink in the wattage from her smile even from that distance. His hand tightened around the coffee mug as he considered what it would be like to run his fingers through her hair, what it would feel like, the ways he could grip it tightly and pull her against him…
She would make such interesting noises, and nothing – absolutely nothing – would be more satisfactory than the look on Jounouchi’s face when he discovered that his kid sister had given herself to Seto Kaiba of her own free will.
It would probably be the most glorious day in Kaiba’s life, only superseded by defeating Yuugi in a duel. Even after all these years, Kaiba hadn’t forgotten the rivalry, nor had he let his dueling skills grow rusty.
His hand rose, fingers lightly touching the glass, before turning away and sitting back at his desk, mug on his right in its proper place. Pulling up a document, he drowned himself in work. So what if he’d been watching? So what if he had lingered longer than necessary?
So what if he had to fight the desire to go outside and participate in the fun.
No one would ever have to know.