Twelve signs

Weeee(does
happy dance) I managed to do a short chapter, I’m so proud of myself!^^

Please
review, I’m not really used to write fluffy stories(as if you couldn’t have guessed by reading my other stories) so I really need to know, what you think
about this one. span>

Arigato
gozaimasu!^^

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4

It was a
heated battle; Yugi fought against Bakura, but then again, it was nothing new:

The spirit
of the Millenium ring had taken over his host’s body, caused trouble, challenged Yami to a duel and was now recieving the usual ass-kicking by the
pharao.

The whole
school was gathered around them, seeing as the duel took place on the teacher’s parking lot, where Kaiba’s sports car was also parked.
Said CEO was watching the fight with mild interest, making mental notes of each of the combatant’s
strategies.

A soft
rustling of cloth on metal made him turn his head, and to his surprise, there stood none other than Otogi Ryuuji, arms crossed, as he leaned against the
blue-white Nissan R390GT1 Road Car* Seto called his.

“How’s the
saying go, ‘the more things change..’?” said the black-haired teen, causing the brunet to face the battlefield anew.

A while,
both were silent, and then Otogi sighed:

“You know,
I really thought, you would win. I mean, I knew, you’re an extraordinary dancer, so I counted on you to make Jou look like a fool. Well, looks like I’m
a fife grand and a game poorer. Still, you got some really nice moves.”

With that,
he pushed himself off the car and, walking towards the almost finished duel, threw back over his shoulder:

“Oh, by the
way, Kaiba, you look great in Armani.”

For a
moment, the young president just stood there, blinking, then a sly smile crept across his features.

‘Now that
was not what I would call decent. Might as well come out of the closet,
Ryuuji.’

With that
thought, Seto got into his car, seeing as how Bakura had been defeated once again, and drove to his next meeting.

This time,
it took the letter five days to arrive at his place, and when it did, Seto had to restrain himself, not to tear open the enveloppe. However, his face fell considerably when, instead of a heated confession, he read those lines:

So it is
not with me as with that muse,

Stirr’d
by a painted beauty to his verse,

Who
heaven itself for ornament doth use

And
every fair with his fair doth rehearse,

Making a
couplement of proud compare

With sun
and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,

With
April’s first-born flowers and all things rare

That
heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.

Oh, let
me true in love but truly write,

And then
believe me my love is as fair

As any mother’s
child, though not so bright

As those
gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air:

Let them
say more that like of hearsay well;

I will
not praise that purpose not to sell.

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‘So we’re
playing hard to get, ne? Well, we’ll see who’s got the longer breath Otogi. I am a very patient person, if I put my mind on it’, Kaiba smirked.

The letter
slid into the dark confines of his desk.

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*A little
nod to all GT2 players: recognize that hot babe?^^