The Geisha Prince

Title: The Geisha Prince
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seto x Yugi
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, not me. How disappointing is that? XD

Summary: He was like a precious doll on a pedestal that he had dared to touch.

NOTES: Midterms take place in May. I’m guessing towards the end of the month.
Prompt 047 – Insomnia, at Literati Perverati
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~*~Season 1: Lesson 3~*~

ADDICTION
My voice is gone
My brain has stopped
You make my heart tremble

You steal my breath
I burn inside
I can’t get enough of you

I can’t stay away
I need more everyday
I think I’m addicted
Your love is just like a drug

~*~

Seto felt eyes on him more than once during the morning classes, glancing off him like sunlight on glass. He recognized the gaze without having to look. He knew the peculiar tingle that spread over his skin that made the muscles in his chest tighten. He glanced up and caught Yugi’s eyes and watched the boy miss a breath in that instant.

Anzu, frowning, tugged on Yugi’s sleeve to get his attention. Purple eyes tore away from blue to look back at the teacher. The girl then glared over her shoulder at Seto.
Seto smirked at her, knowing it was only going to make the female angrier. There was no doubt what Yugi’s little friends thought. They didn’t like him. Good. He didn’t like them either. He had no time for people who couldn’t see beyond the point of their noses or the next fad for summer swimwear.
When the lunch bell rang, the Friendship Squad gathered Yugi up and spirited him away from the evil presence of the resident Ice King. It made Seto laugh.

Yugi sighed as he picked at his lunch. He wasn’t hungry. There were too many thoughts and questions running through his head. When their eyes had met that evening, he felt something. There had been a type of connection he had never experienced before. He thought Seto had felt it too, but...

“Yugi!”
“Oh!” Yugi was yanked out of his thoughts and meet the concerned stares of his friends. “Sorry, I was thinking.”
“Is something wrong?” Anzu touched Yugi’s forehead. “You don’t’ have a fever.”
“Did that jerk Kaiba say something?” Honda asked. Their petite friend shook his head.
“It’s nothing like that.” Yugi stood up and pushed his bento box towards his friends. “You guys can have it. There’s something I have to do.” The boy hurried out in spite of their protests.

Once again, his private sanctuary on the roof was invaded. But he recognized the soft footsteps and knew who his visitor to be without looking. Seto opened his eyes when the person came to a stop.

Yugi crouched in front of the brunet. Nothing passed between them for a short eternity. “Was I that terrible?” he finally asked.

Seto didn’t answer immediately. His gaze casually took in every detail of the smaller teen as he contemplated alone in his mind. He lifted a hand and caught the end of one of the golden bangs. He was pleased to find that Yugi’ hair felt softer than the finest silk, like he had imagined. “Dance.” Yugi hesitated a moment, then a soft smile graced his lips.
“Yes.”

He didn’t have the fans today. Instead he gracefully spread out his fingers and began an elegant twirl. But he had barely completed the circle before the door swung open. Jounouchi, Honda, and Anzu came through. “What are you making Yug do, Kaiba?” Jounouchi’s eyes were set on fire as he glared at the rich teenager sitting on the ground.
“He’s not obligated to do anything I say. He does it because he wants to.” Seto slipped a small box out of his pocket and took out a cigarette. It smelled of herbs.

“Yugi, you shouldn’t let a guy like this bully you.” Anzu took Yugi by the hand and pulled him into their group and away from Seto. She glared at the Kaiba heir. “Smoking’s against the rules.”
“So is being on the roof,” he countered as he lit up with a dragonhead lighter. Yugi took a deep breath. He had noticed the mix of smoke and herbs on the bigger male and had found it intoxicating.

“Let’s go, lunch is almost over,” Honda said when the silence started to scratch at his skin like an incessant itch.
“We should start using our lunch period to study,” added on Anzu. “Midterms are in two weeks.”
“Gawd, don’t bring that up,” complained Jounouchi as he helped to herd Yugi towards the stairs.
“Um, guys,” Yugi started to protest.

The bell rang.

Yugi sighed and looked back at Seto as he was ushered out the door and back down the stairs.

The brunet took his time finishing his cigarette and made it back to class just as the final bell chimed. He sat at his desk and worked on his laptop as the teacher continued the lesson. Seto knew he would be done with the week’s work quota he had set himself (it was double what Gozaburo as set him), so he let his mind wonder on what to do for the weekend. He hadn’t gone out with Mokuba in a while, and thought he would let his younger brother dictate the activities. The boy had an uncanny ability to sense moods and knew what would relax him the best.

Seto smirked. His brother was going to be one hell of a businessman one day.

The rest of the day fluttered by on the wings of butterflies, skittering to and fro on whimsical breezes before coming to an end. Seto was grateful to be back home.
Mokuba announced pointblank tomorrow would be a mall day. With no other work to complete after submitting his reports to Gozaburo, Seto was allowed to retire to his room early.

The old man was pleased about something. It was worrying for many reasons, but there was nothing he could do about it. He would have to speak with his spies in the company in the morning.

It was unfortunate that he couldn’t sleep. He was rarely presented with the opportunity to get extra shuteye. Yugi kept him awake, smiling and dancing and singing. The petite male would whisper just out of earshot, would ghost a touch over his shoulder.
Something felt missing from the ryotei-boy, something frustratingly obvious and on the tip of his tongue. Seto punched his pillow and tried to banish his frivolous thoughts, even as golden bangs played with the wind and those graceful hands cupped starshine.

His eyes flew open. “His hands... They were empty.”

Yugi’s fingers had been elegant on the fans. He had never seen anyone handle them so well before that simple performance on the roof of a common school building. Seto knew that there was another medium he would like to see Yugi handle in his dances as well.
His mind made up, Seto was finally able to drift off.


The mall was crowded, one of the many reasons why Seto disliked the place. It was like a free-roaming zoo, only the ‘animals’ were dumber, louder, and managed to take up more space than any amount of mass they contained.

“Stop scowling, big brother.”
“I’m not scowling,” Seto protested under his breath. “I have a purchase to make. I’ll meet you in the food court in an hour.”
“Okay.”
“Make sure your phone is on.”
“It is.”
“Don’t forget your martial arts lessons.”
“I won’t! And I know where the security guards are stationed already. We don’t have to go through this every time we go to the mall.” Seto ruffled Mokuba’s hair as he walked pass his irritated sibling.
“Go for the knees, groin, and eyes.” Seto smirked. He knew without looking that Mokuba was sticking his tongue out at him. It was always amusing to make Mokuba act his age.

Fifty-seven minutes later saw him at the entrance to the food court and in the company of the last people in the world he had wanted to see.

“What are you doing here, moneybags?” Jounouchi growled out. Seto glanced to the gift wrapped package that could be clearly seen in his bag and looked at the blond like the idiot he thought he was.
“I’ll give you the obvious answer if you tell me why you’re not locked up in the local pound.”
“You!” Jounouchi launched at the taller teen, but Honda held him back.
“Stop, you moron! If we get into a fight here we’ll get kicked out!”

Anzu ignored both of them and marched up to Seto with her shoulders back and spine stiff. “I want to talk to you.”
“Good for you.” She scowled but continued in spite of his rude comment.
“Stop playing with Yugi.”
“You’re not talking, you’re attempting to order.” Seto leaned against the wall and pointedly looked away from the trio. “It’s none of your business what happens between Muto and me.”
“The hell it isn’t!” bellowed the blond.

“Big brother!” Mokuba came bounding up, shocking Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda into silence. They never suspected that Seto had any younger siblings, let alone ones that would like him enough to hug him. Mokuba hugged his brother then held up a purple hippo doll. “Look at what I got Yuki-chan!”
“So I see.”
“Oh, are these classmates of yours?” Mokuba blinked his wide eyes at them.
“Yes.” He pointed to each of them in turn. “Bimbo, dog, fin-head.” His little brother laughed while Honda and Jounouchi ground their teeth. Anzu narrowed her eyes and scowled at Seto.

“What’s that, big brother? Is it for one of your girlfriends?”
“Something like that. Let’s go.” Seto turned away. He knew Mokuba would follow.

Jounouchi and Honda’s jaws dropped. “Girlfriends?!” shouted the blond. His friend followed suit.
“He has more than one?!”
“Stop acting like morons,” Anzu sighed.

“Bye!” Mokuba waved to the three. “It was nice meeting you!” The boy took Seto by the hand and left the building, leaving the other three staring at their backs.

“Is it her birthday?” Mokuba’s question made Seto blink. His mind had been a million miles away, to be cliché.
“Who?”
“The one you bought the present for.”
“Oh. No.” Mokuba raised a brow and a smile threatened to curve his lips.
“You bought a ‘thinking of you’ present? For real?” Seto refused to blush.
“It was a whim.”
“For which one?” Mokuba wiggled his eyebrows, it looked ridiculous in Seto’s opinion and he had to fight from snickering.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“You’re no fun,” the boy pouted. “I take it you’ll be going out tonight?”
“Yes.” Mokuba’s grin doubled in size.
“Have fun. And remember, I don’t need any nieces or nephews yet.” Seto’s eyes snapped wide.
“Mokuba!”


Yugi waited patiently with fresh tea. Seto had called him, so he sat there, waiting for the other teen to arrive when he would normally be handing out menus. When the brunet entered the room, he smiled and looked curiously at the box in Seto’s arms.

Seto placed the package in front of Yugi on the table then took the seat across from him. “For you.”
“Me?” Yugi’s delicate hands tugged open the bow then lifted the top off. A surprised breath passed his lips. “Oh, they’re beautiful.” He picked up a long, thin cloth of fine silk and rubbed the luxurious material against his cheek. He raised his doe eyes to Seto, a question in his gaze. “What do you want for these...?” Seto’s long fingers plucked the remaining scarf from the box and placed it in Yugi’s hands.
“Dance.”

~*~

CHILDISH FANTASY
I want to make your cold lips smile
Put laughter in your voice just for a while

The world isn’t so gray
With a chance it will mend
I’m sure you will someday
Fall in love again

There’s a special smile on my face
Just for you to see
I want to drown in your embrace
Childish Fantasy

I want to warm your intense eyes
Just for me to see
I want to see love without disguise
Childish Fantasy