My First FanFic!

01.29.06

Title: Raspberries & Créme

Subject: Warshipping
Author: Pearl of the Dark Age
Rating: PG for implications of sex and violence
Warnings: sexual implications, shonen-ai/yaoi
Disclaimer: This is a fanfic. I do not own any part or whole of Yu-Gi-Oh. I am not making any money off this, either. No copyright infringement is intended on the author's behalf.

The office door banged open. Fury swelled inside Seto at the indecency as he tore his eyes away from the computer screen. The fury cascaded down through his chest into his loins; where it morphed into desire at the sight of a particular red-head.

Raspberries, he thought. That's what the color reminded him of.

Amelda dragged the unconscious from of a henchman across the room and deposited him three feet from Seto's desk. I wonder if it smells like raspberries, too.

"If I were you, I'd take this goon off the payroll," Amelda said suavely, through a smug grin, "but I would have thought that with the knowledge of my previous occupation - your stalker, that is - you would anticipate that I might know a thing or two…"

Stalker…That word threatened Seto's veneer of apathy. It tickled the edge of his mouth as he forced himself not to smile.

Amelda stared for a moment; trying to scrutinize the inscrutable. Then he said playfully, "You couldn't have seriously underestimated me. If you have, I'm disappointed."

"I'm disappointed," Seto countered, "You gave up being my stalker."

Amelda's mind went numb. Is he flirting? he wondered. No, it's only my imagination. He's playing mind games with me.

"Is he dead?" Seto's practical question, which was void of concern, brought Amelda painfully back to reality. Then the crumpled shape let out a groan on cue.

"No, just knocked out. He'll have a splitting headache when he awakes. That's the worst of it…" Amelda's voice trailed. Seto opened his top drawer, found what he was looking for, and walked over to the figure that was stirring.

"Get up," Seto commanded. The man stood up, shakily.

"Kaiba-sama…"

"Here," Seto handed him two pills, "They're aspirin. There's a water-cooloer across the hall."
"Thank you, sir."

"Tokonoshi-san," Seto continued.

"Yes?"

"You're fired," he said with a cold pleasantness. Amelda gave a soft snort, but Seto didn't look at him. Mr. Tokonoshi's jaw clenched. Without saying a word, he bowed and walked swiftly from the office. Seto walked back to his chair and resumed sitting.

"So, what do you want, Kaiba?" Amelda demanded, breaking the silence.

Seto's eyes locked into the silvery stare. You, he yearned to say. The ardent flame within incensed. "The same thing you do," Seto evasively replied.

"I don't want anything from a boor!" Amelda cried savagely. He had lost his internal balance from the CEO's remark. Recovering quickly, he said calmly, "Whatever game you're playing, Kaiba-boy, you won't win. Not this time."

"I'm not playing a game."

"Yeah, right. If you can't tell me the truth, I'm leaving."

Seto bit his tongue. He always got what he wanted. Patience, he thought as his insides squirmed. The time will come to reveal your hand.

"Fine," Amelda responded to the silence. The lithe figure made short progress to the exit. At the door, Seto's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Let's do lunch sometime."

Amelda wheeled around; completely taken aback for the second time. "Who are you? Pegasus?"

"No. You are the one who wore that disguise well."

Amelda paused. True, he thought. I had fun with that… Trying to wrap his brain around the situation, he thought he'd play this one out. "Lunch?"

"Yes."

"So we can continue playing our game?"

"It's not a game. I don't believe it is a game when both sides win," Seto smiled without betraying his cool disposition. He was equally impressed with himself as he was amused by the torture that flitted across Amelda's fine features. Raspberries and crème, he thought, will be mine soon.

Amelda realized that his internal struggle must have shown. Regaining calm, he said as sardonically as possible, "I assume you have my number," and left before giving the CEO a chance to reply.