Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stalking the Elusive ❯ A Small Inconsequential Collision ( Chapter 3 )

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Authors Note: Yeah, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated. I have valid excuses of course, but I know most of you really don’t care so I wont bore you. I’ll just say that integrating new technology into old is NOT easy or fun. Anyway, this is the next chapter, and I’ve already started the next so hopefully it will be out soon! I’m so excited that I can write again!
Chapter Three: A Small Inconsequential Collision

Tuesday, 7:05 am
Walking to School
Yum, Grandpa Moto made these delicacies called banana pancakes for breakfast, and I’m still floating in a daze from the taste left in my mouth. Yugi and Tea are currently laughing at how much I liked them because they think I can’t hear them, but they’ll regret that later. Heh heh, little do they know that I have access to both their lockers (people can be so careless when doing their lock combinations) and also a generous handful of pepper (don’t ask, I found a pepper shaker on the way to school one day and it’s been sitting in my locker ever since).

7:19
Locker
Hmm... I’ve been thinking about my plans and I’m trying to come up with several LITTLE goals that I can accomplish each day. I was thinking that today I’ll aim small. I’m trying to decide between a) complimenting him on something, b) sitting next to him, and c) bumping into him accidentally. I guess I’ll just have to see what opportunity presents itself the best.
Ooh, there he is now. He always looks so delicious in his silk shirts and trench coats. Drool. Unfortunately he always wears that, so it will be a little weird complimenting him on what he’s wearing and he naturally kicks butt in academic classes so I guess I should wait on the compliment thing until there’s actually something different.
Alright then. For today I will need to initiate at least one exchange of words, either sit next to him or bump into him accidentally, and start my work on getting the gang to accept Seto.

7:33
First Period
What’s it been? Three minutes? I’m already bored!

7:45
Well here’s how our conversation went, not too bad for a first try I guess.
“Has anyone else noticed that S-Kaiba has been especially nice recently?” I inquired pleasantly.
“Nice? Well, not really nice, but he’s left us alone.” That’s Tristan talking.
“That’s a laugh, Seto Kaiba being nice.” Tea, interjecting her unhelpful comment. Can’t they see I’m working here? Well, actually I hope that they don’t, but still...
“He’s not so bad now guys.” Joey said mildly. What’s this? Joey helping my purpose?
“Joey, I would have thought that you of all people wouldn’t think so,” Yugi detached his attention from the front of the classroom and turned towards us, “I mean, with how you guys used to fight and all.”
“Well, we haven’t really been at it for a while.” Joey shifted uncomfortably. “Actually, he really helped me out yesterday; that’s pretty nice, I think.”
“Joey, he broke your nose.”
“Hey, I asked for it!”
“You’re cartilage is B-R-O-K-E-N.”
“Look, whatever, I’m just saying that he’s not as bad as I used to think he was, got it?” Joey crossed his arms stubbornly then turned towards me. “What do you think Yami?”
Oops...
“Well, I-uh, hmm, well, uh-“ Yeah I know...very regal huh?
”Forget it Joey, even if you’ve softened up to Kaiba, Yami probably wont budge on his standings.”
“Hey, what makes you think that!” Not to sound suspicious or anything, but I’d say my opinion has shifted quite a bit!
“Uh...”
I looked around at the slightly taken aback faces and immediately wished that I was invisible.
“Er...I mean...let’s not jump to conclusions now.” Silence. “Well just because Kaiba and I have had our ups and downs in the past...” Was that a cricket chirp I heard? “Um...I’d like to think that I’m mature enough to-“
”MISTER Moto!” I jumped as Mrs. Ramoshi slammed a hand down heavily on my desk. “I’d like to think that my class is being taught up at the FRONT of the classroom.”
...Nodding vigorously...
“Thank you. Now as I was talking about before that little interruption...” The geometry teacher strode back up to the chalk board and I rolled my eyes.
Yugi stifled a snort of amusement and continued taking notes. At least now I’m out of the spotlight. Might as well pay attention for a bit then, try not to get the lady’s blood pressure too high.

10:20
Fourth Period/Health, Mrs. Fuuji
You have got to be kidding me. No? I think I’m going to go drown myself in the water fountain.

10:25
Apparently she’s serious.

10:28
If I started crying right now do you think that she’d let me go to the nurse?

10:30
Dammit! It’s not fair!

10:40
I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is beyond humiliating. We walked into the class room and discovered that it was set up like an arts and crafts corner. We sat down curiously and soon wished we hadn’t, as Mrs. Fuuji proceeded to tell us what our days activity was to be. We were going to make the male and female reproductive systems...with a partner...to be hung up in the hall later...to be anatomically correct...made out of...dried pasta.

10:57
Well I never thought that I would actually be able to survive through that torture, but we’ve finished. A ‘beautiful’ model of the female reproductive system made completely out of dried pasta glued down on construction paper. I can’t wait until class is over, I need to get out of here.

10:59
WE HAVE TO PUT OUR NAME ON IT?!?! I am NOT putting my name on this!
Thank god, saved by the bell.
Phew, I managed to escape without actually signing the paper.

12:10
Lunch
It feels good to be sitting down and NOT being afraid that someone is about to drop acid in your lap. Chemistry can be so intimidating sometimes.
“Hey Yug, I was thinking that we could all go down to the K-Café today after school.” That’s Joey speaking around a mouthful of turkey sandwich on white bread.
“You were thinking ‘we’ could all go down there, or you wanted to go there with Bakura, Joey.” Yugi said with a grin.
“And, for that matter, you’re afraid to go alone.” Ryou added with a smirk reminiscent of his Yami.
Wow, I didn’t know Joey could get that red. Is that healthy?
“Well...um...uh...kinda.”
We all laughed, even Joey eventually joined in.
“Hey,” Tea said with a little frown, “are you sure you want to go to the K-Café though Joey? I mean, it IS owned by KaibaCorp. and all.”
OGOD! I forgot! We HAVE to go! Joey please, please, I love you, please come up with a good reason...
“Well like we were saying earlier Tea,” Joey said thoughtfully, “Kaiba ain’t-“
”Isn’t.” (That was Tea with her little grammar thing.)
“-isn’t really bothering us anymore so I don’t see any reason for us to try to stay enemies. Besides, the K-Café is the only place I could think of where we would all have something to do.”
Thank you Joey, I could kiss you...but I wont...that’s for someone else.
“Well I think it’s a good idea. Yugi do you want to go?” Ryou turned to the shorter boy.
“Yeah, sure, Grandpa doesn’t need much help on Tuesdays anyway.”
“Great! Thanks guys!”
Bakura came into the cafeteria and walked sullenly towards our table. Oh yeah, I guess I had been missing his cynical comments all during our conversation. I can’t believe I didn’t notice he was gone.
“If that accursed teacher makes me stay behind and clean the chalk boards ONE MORE TIME...!” Bakura didn’t finish the sentence, conveying more menace in the absence of the threat than in the saying of it. Joey was up in an instant and beside him.
Oh that’s the bell. Lunch is over. Sigh.

2:15
Finally out of that stupid school building
Whew, I’m glad school is over. We’re cutting through the park right now on the way to the K-Café. I really hope he’s there, I didn’t get to see him that much today and I promised myself that I was going to try to do something today. Sigh. Hey, Mokuba’s school does get out around the same time as ours, so maybe he’ll drag his brother down there. Hmmm...

2:30
K-Café
La la la. No sightings so far.

2:35
I must say that I like the K-Café a lot. I mean, I would like it even if it wasn’t owned by Seto. His company is doing really well currently and he’s been expanding outwards. The K-Café is kind of like a youth center, or place for teenagers to hang out. Located in the two story building that was built connected to KaibaCorp.’s main building, it has a food area on the ground floor along with couches and an arcade near the door. The second floor has dueling arenas, a mini club that is open on Friday and Saturday nights, and more places to just lounge.
Right now we’re all upstairs sitting on some couches.

2:45
I wonder how long it will take Tristan to realize that it wasn’t Joey who stole all his quarters, but actually Yugi. He’s sitting on them right now. It’s quite entertaining actually, especially since Bakura is getting all snappish about Tristan accusing Joey. I could do with some entertainment of the Kaiba sort though...sigh.

3:04
Ohmygodohmygodheishereheishere!

3 :05
I could just scream, but that would be so undignified.
I happened to be stretching over the back of the couch when I opened my eyes and saw behind me the flash of a blue coat. My hopes soared but I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Under the guise of stretching my back I twisted around in my seat and scanned the area. I was about to give it up when He suddenly appeared again, walking beside a tough looking man with gray flecked mousy brown hair. The man was pointing a meaty finger at something on the open portfolio he was handing Seto.

3:09
Oo, I just had a thought! I can start my log now! I already came up with some goals. Let’s see...

Entry One: Subject spotted. Plan on initiating one (1) small conversation and either sitting next to or running into subject.

Heh heh, this is rather fun... Now I just need to get away from the gang so I can put my plan into action. Aha! The perfect excuse!
“Excuse me guys, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”

3:15
Lurking Behind A Soda Machine In The K-Café
Ok, Seto is right over there, he’s still talking to mouse-hair but now there’s some really skinny guy with a mustache who just brought over some sort of mini computer thingy. Hmm.
Alright, now they’re moving off, I guess I’ll just have to follow them.

3:17
Hiding Behind Rather ‘Large’ Man Who Is Eating Ice Cream
Oh, finally! Seto’s all alone now. I can go talk to him. Oh crap, he’s walking away and I just hit this guy’s elbow by accident causing him to drop a spoonful of ice cream. Oh jeeze, I didn’t realize quite how large he was...uh...yeah, time for a hasty retreat.

3:20
Wandering Around Looking For Seto
I know he’s around here somewhere! I just took my eyes off him for a second! Damn, there are all these arcade game contraptions and couches around so I can’t see very well. It’s like a maze!
GAH!
Oh man, my foot just tangled up in a wire and I managed to fall...right on top of someone...hey maybe it’s him?
Oh Ra! I just fell right on top of someone who is NOT Seto Kaiba. Can we say SHIT!?! Right, I think I’ll run now!

3:22
OOF!
What is it with me? I turned to run and ran smack into someone, propelling them backwards, where they hit the back of a couch and we tumbled over.
Ouch, I think I bent my nose out of shape.
Wait a second...I know that smell!
I just opened my eyes, and yes, there is definitely a blue coat under me. Crap. I was supposed to run into Seto ON PURPOSE! Not BY ACCIDENT!
“Ugh, ‘gerroffee!” Was that a sound I heard?
“Huh? Oof!” Ow, I was just jolted painfully over to the side about six inches. Oh, I guess I was smashing his windpipe...sorry baby...
“I SAID GET OFF ME!”
Oh yeah, that’s Seto alright. Wait, he’s spewing out something about legal consequences. Hey, he doesn’t know who I am yet! Thank Ra for small blessings..I think anyway.
“Are you DEAF?! Get the HELL off me!”
Right...forgot about that part. But something seems different...
Hmm, where exactly is the floor?
“We’re upside-down you bumbling asshole! My head’s on it!”
Oops, I guess I said that out loud.
Oh man, he’s right. Seto’s head and neck are on the floor, my shoulder was smashed into his throat, but is now off to the side and laying against hiscollarbone. One of his arms is pinned beneath him, the other wedged between his left side and my hip. I’m laying sprawled all the way on top of him, our mid-sections are held up by the seat of the couch. If this wasn’t so embarrassing I’d be positively turned on!
“WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO SAY TO GET YOU OFF ME?!”
Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about that little detail.
Oh dear he’s getting really pissed now. He’s normally much stronger than me (not to mention he’s taller, but that’s ok) but in this position he’s rendered pretty much immobile. Well he is jostling me, trying to get me off just by thrashing, but he hasn’t much leverage. Actually, it’s kind of causing some embarrassing friction. Oh good, he’s stopped. Maybe this would be a good time to get off of him...

3:25
It’s a bit awkward, I’m not exactly sure how to get out of this position. Um...

3:26
“WILL YOU GET UP?!”
I’m going, I’m going...Jeeze...

3:30
Phew, well I finally figured out how to get right-side up again. It wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve done today, that’s for sure. Not to mention quite a crowd of curious, laughing teenagers had gathered around to watch the spectacle. I wheelbarrow-ed forward, walking on my hands until my legs were no longer sticking up in the air, and then did a sort of clumsy side somersault and crashed into a coffee table.
At this point Seto had enough of me off him that he could jerk both his hands free and shove me off. I sprawled unceremoniously on the floor and watched him pull himself up, somehow retaining his dignity and charisma while doing so. Then, along with most of the assembled onlookers, I noted appreciatively that the scuffle had pulled his button-up silk shirt up and ripped off the top most button when it was stretched the collar back over his shoulder. The result? A nice flash of midriff and a very generous view of part of his chest. Drool. Unfortunately he noticed this pretty quickly (sigh), and straightened his shirt with a little aristocratic sniff. But now those few moments of satisfaction are over.
Yes, now I’m standing sheepishly as far away from him as the circle of watching teenagers will allow (they’re like a solid wall, wont budge an inch!), while Seto is chewing out the three monitors who arrived moments after they were no longer needed. I hope he forgets to see who it was that knocked him over...now if this red head will just move to the left a little bit I can slip through-
Oh damn it all! What are they doing?!

3:40
Yeah, I was about to make my quiet escape when who should come barging into the circle, drawing attention to themselves, but the whole gang...looking for me.
“Yami! There you are!”
They blatantly disregarded the throat slitting motions I was doing and the pointed ‘go away!’ glare.
“We’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Where have you been?”
“That must have been some bathroom break-“
”JOEY!”
“What?”
I just held my face in my hands as I listened to my friends draw all attention towards themselves. Of course the commotion bailed out the three monitors who were beginning to look red and were fidgeting with embarrassment. Seto is only seventeen, and they’re how old? But then again, he’s one damn powerful seventeen year old with one adorable bad ass attitude.
Speaking of which, around that time said boy started stalking over towards us, directed by the ever helpful spectators that were practically wetting their pants waiting to see what Seto would do next. I tried to shrink as small as possible, but this was not to be. As Seto came up to the group they all turned, ‘conveniently’ opening a nice wide hole to expose me.
Seto’s eyes widened slightly. “It was one of you?” He asked incredulously.
“What are you talking about Kaiba?” Tea quipped, completely unaware of the wrath hidden behind the hooded cerulean eyes.
“Yeah, we just got here.”
“We came looking for Yami here,” Bakura gave me a hard slap on the back that caused me to stumble forward, even more into view. He shot me a malicious grin when I glared at him making a mental note to get him back sometime in the near future.
“Yami?” This seemed to be too rich for Seto, he rolled his eyes and looked around at the people clustered around him and his eyes darkened. I sensed an impending storm...although from that angle I had quite a nice view into his ripped shirt...
Anyway, who knows what would have followed because at that precise moment, before all hell broke loose, my life was spared and the gods intervened.
“Hey Seto, where-“ A head of dark hair pushed through the ring of people, and Mokuba came into view. His face broke into a bright smile when he saw us. “Hey! I haven’t seen you guys in a while! How are you?”
I chanced a glance back at the elder brother and watched with interest as all aggressive emotions were pulled inside of him and hidden. He sighed and ran a hand through his mahogany hair and the odds of my surviving to the next morning jumped (in my mind anyway) about sixty percent higher than they had been a minute previously.
Mokuba was exchanging chipper words with the rest of the gang, I was glad the attention was off of me again. The younger Kaiba finally turned towards his brother to finish what he had been saying earlier.
“Seto, where’s the spare apartment key? I think I left mine inside of the room.”
“...Mokuba, you have the spare key.”
“Oh.” Big smile.
Big sigh. “Here, I’ll let you in...honestly, do I have to tie it around your neck?”
I like it when Mokuba is around, it humanizes Seto so much even though he tries to hide it when there are other people around.
Mokuba laughed. “Thank you big brother. Can they come up too?”
“You’re kidding, right?” There was an un-Kaiba-ish note of frantic hope in his statement.
“No! Come on, I want to put down my back pack.”
With a huge sigh of long suffering Seto turned defeated eyes on us and began to walk towards the main KaibaCorp. building with his brother skipping beside him.
So that’s where I am now, in the elevator. Apparently Seto keeps an apartment here besides his estate because he’s a work machine and it gives Mokuba a place to crash as well. So that’s where we’re headed. Oops, we’re here.
To be continued...
Next Chapter Teaser...
“Are you trying to embarrass me in front of people I hate?”
“Of course! Now give me your shirt!”
“What?! HEY! Give it back! What are you doing? NO! DON’T LOCK THE DOOR! DON’T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THESE IMBECILES!” *groan* “...let alone without a shirt.”
Hehe, until next time my beloved readers! Reviews make the writing process so much sweeter! Luv, Darkfox
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