Twelve signs

(Pats her
own back) Hah, two chappies in one go. Not bad, huh?

Thanks to
all of you for sticking around with me and my measly updates, I know, I’m a little..slow.

Anywhoo,
read, enjoy, and remember to review.

Arigato!^^

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5

To be
honest, he was disappointed.

Obviously,
Otogi had not been his secret admirer, seeing as he was now dating none other
than-Anzu.

And try as
he might, Kaiba just couldn’t wrap his around the fact, that the dice duelist would chose someone so-so-blah.

In all honesty,
he had assumed, Honda and Otogi had been dating secretely, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, if Ryujii had been seeing Yugi, heck, he would have
even understood if he had crushed on the mutt, but-Anzu?

That
annoying, blabbing, ditzy, bouncy bimbo?

It was wrong on so many levels, the thought alone made Seto quiver in disgust.

“Kaiba-san,
are you alright?” asked his counselor in worry, and the CEO nodded.

“Yes, I
suppose, I might be coming down with a little cold, but then again, I doubt, it is anything serious. Let us return to the matter at hand.”

With those
words, Seto pushed all thoughts about love letters and would-be stalkers aside.

Exhausted,
he slumped down in his desk chair.

Today had
been an officially bad day.

First, the
test results of his new duel discs had returned; apparently, the new holographic system caused a wide array of failures, from simple instable images to
backfiring hardware.

Then,
Mokuba had come home with a blue eye, explaining his brother proudly, how he had used
some of the moves this one had tought him to fend off against the four bullies, which had try to ‘ruffle his feathers.’

And, to top
it off, the cook had had an accident, and was now in hospital, which meant, until he found a replacement, Seto was forced to take over kitchen duty.

So it was
with a heavy heart, as he flipped through his daily mail, that he saw the all too familiar rice paper peek out from under a large manila wrapper.

He opened
it, sure, to find some kind of farewell written in it.

As an
unperfect actor on the stage,

Who with
his fear is put besides his part,

Or some
fierce thing replete with too much rage,

Whose
strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;

So I for
fear of trust, forget to say,

The
perfect ceremony of love’s rite,

And in
mine own love’s strength seem to decay,

O’er-charged
with burden of mine own love’s might:

O let my
looks be then the eloquence,

And dumb
presagers of my speaking breast,

Who
plead for love, and look for recompense,

More
than that tongue that more hath more expressed.

O learn
to read what silent love hath writ,

To hear
with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

A smile,
faint and almost tender, curled his lips.

‘Fine.
Since I’m still in the race, I’ll try to hear with my eyes.’

Seto put
the letter to the other ones, then cracked his knuckles and turned on his
laptop.

Suddenly,
he didn’t feel tired at all.

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Yup, very
short, I admit, but the next one will be one humdinger of a chappie-get your
cokes and chips ready..!^^