Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. But I do own Jesse and I suppose Aleron.
It was a rainy day in Domino city. The sky made it's own music of thunder bass, lightning guitar and rain coming in backup. The sky was the color of smoke that wafted from the orange butt of a cigarette. The droplets of water cascaded down to earth like tears from heaven.
On the streets people were moving as fast as they could to get out of the rain and to their homes or jobs. A man in a brown suit with a suitcase hurried down the street to catch a cab towards the law firm 3 blocks over. A woman in a blue dress tugged her child along under a red umbrella.
One male in particular was not in any hurry to get anywhere. The smaller male next to him was though. He pulled the larger male by the hand towards the bookstore/café in the outlet mall.
" Are you sure I said Thursday?" The larger male said.
" Setooooo!! You promised! You promised! You promised!!!" The smaller one said.
" Alright! Alright! You win Mokuba. Let's go." He said.
The two brothers entered the store with a ringing of the bells above the door. They immediately picked up the smell of coffee and cappuccinos from the café off to the side. Mokuba instantly ran over to the children's section and searched for anything pertaining to dragons and the like.
Seto on the other hand had gone the other way to look through the mythology section. Not that he was looking for anything on the subject, but he liked to read about knights, dragons, magic and such things. Besides he had finished the book he was reading through class.
Walking through the aisles of books and novels, he caught sight of a display. It was for a new book he had heard about. The book was called 'Les Chevaliers Du Carreour'. Which meant 'Knights of the Crossroads'. He considered looking at the book, but he decided against it and went to look on down the row.
He took no notice of the people next to him as he browsed through the section. There were two males making fun of a smaller kid with glasses. Obviously they had a low I.Q. There was also a girl there behind him. She was humming something as she browsed.
He still couldn't find anything to peak his interest. Some were too long, some were too short. Others lacked plot, and a few were too complicated for even him. Then there were those that were just way off. He sighed absentmindedly as he gave up on this store for anything he could significance in.
" 'Scuse mae?"
He turned slightly. It was the girl that had been behind him. She was right next to him. It took him a minute to understand what she had said to him.
" Yes?" He said; a little more coldly than he intended.
" If yer lookin' fo' somethin' ta read that's good, then Ah'd try this one." She said handing him a book.
" Uh, thanks." He said taking it.
" No prob." She said walking off without giving him a second look.
As the girl was walking away, something clicked in Seto's mind. This person didn't know him. That and the fact that she had just given him a book that he would never read. For one it was a cheesy romance novel set in ancient Egypt, and for two he hated cheesy romance. That girl that hung with Yugi, Tie? Tina? Whatever her name was, she read that crap all the time.
But more importantly, she didn't recognize him. His picture was all over magazines in the racks and she didn't know him. His ego couldn't take it. She didn't know who he was. But another part of him thought it might be fun to just have a normal conversation with someone who wasn't aware of his hype.
" Why not," He shrugged," I've got nothing better to do until Mokuba's finished."
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Seto casually looked around for the female that didn't recognize him. He tried to bear in mind what she looked like.
She had on a red skirt that went down to her knees. And she wore brown boots like Tea's (That's her name!). A black T-shirt that looked to be a size too big with 'Public Hazard' covered her torso. And she had a black, leather backpack purse on her shoulder.
Her hair was as black as Mokuba's and a lot straighter. Her eyes were the color that changed from green to a light purple depending on the light. He remembered he had a client once with eyes like that. And her skin was a color that reminded him of brown sugar.
Now that he remembered what she looked like, he needed to find someone that fit her description. He soon found said female in the café reading one of his hated cheesy romance novels. Making sure there were no other females around that would hound him like obsessed fangirls (OGE: Wonder who he's thinking about? ^_^), he made his way over; coming up with a reason for doing so as he went.
" Suminasen?" He said standing in front of her table.
She looked up at him with pink in her cheeks and an embarrassed look on her face.
" Sorrah. Ah'm not down wit dis Japanese thang yet. Ah jist moved heah if ya can undastan' mae." She said rubbing the back of her neck.
He should have known not to speak in Japanese. Her accent suggested she wasn't of Japanese origin. She must have been American and from her accent, the Southern part. At least she didn't perpetrate she knew what he was saying. He had some fun with some of those fangirls that agreed with everything he said.
" S'okay. You don't sound Japanese." He said.
" Ah'm an American. A Texan actually." She said.
" Can I sit down?" He asked.
" Oh! Sure, go ahead!" She said getting up to move her backpack purse.
" I'll get it." He said reaching for it.
Both of them reached for the purse and their hands brushed against one another. The American girl blushed and apologized; then moved her purse to allow him to sit down.
" You really don't recognize me do you?" He asked.
She was quiet for a minute; thinking about his question. Then she placed a finger between the pages she was reading and answered.
" No, cain't say dat Ah do. Should Ah?" She asked.
" .Uh, no, I'm not famous or anything." He said shrugging.
~You big, fat liar~ His conscious chided.
~Hush, I'm not lying. I'm just stretching the truth. If she knew who I was, this regular conversation would fly right out the window. Besides, this isn't like I'm gonna date her or anything~ Seto reasoned with himself.
" So whot's yer name? Wherre ya from?" She asked.
" Uh." He trailed.
Seto didn't really want to tell her his real name. He was enjoying this. Even if he was being to a degree ignored while she was reading. She was treating him like a human being instead of a human charge card. Maybe he should stretch the truth a little more just to keep this up.
He glanced behind her and spied a display for a new book. There was a cardboard copy of the book that had been blown up. He made out the author name in the gold calligraphy and decided it would do. He quickly racked his brain for the language it was written in.
" Mes noms sont Aleron et je suis de la France." He said smoothly.
At that, the girl's face lit up with a mix of fascination and interest.
" Wow! Yer French?! Ya sure don' look like it!" She said excitedly.
~You're lying~ His conscious warned.
" Did you understand what I just said manquer?" He asked.
" Not at all." She said.
Seto chuckled at that. She was amusing, this girl. Maybe he'd make an effort to talk to her again.
" I said my name is Aleron and I'm from France. But you figured the last part out." He said.
~Still not lying~ Seto said to his conscious.
" Dat's so cool. Ah always wonted ta go ta France. Neva been outside o'Texas 'cept fo' heah." She said.
" What's your name chere?" He asked.
" Jesse-James. But ya can jist call mae Jesse." She said.
Definitely an American. He was about to continue their conversation when he scaught sight of Mokuba coming over to him. If he said his name in front of her, he'd be busted wide open and probably have cappuccino thrown in his face. So he thought quickly.
" Je suis desole chere, but I've got to be going." He said.
" Oh..!" She whined.
He chuckled again. The girl was cute, he'd give her that much. Maybe he'd see her again. Why not? It was fun to talk to someone that didn't hit you up for money, ask to see his deck or want a date.
" Can Ah see ya again?" She asked.
" ..Sur, pourquoi pas? Will you be here, say Thursday?" He asked.
" Wasn't plannin' on it. But Ah am nah." She said smiling seductively.
Oh that smile was going to get him in so much trouble. He knew that much already. Oh well. This girl peaked his interest, curiosity and a few other things he cared not to mention. Playing Aleron was a break from the norm and he was sure he wouldn't see her long enough for her to know he was lying. What harm could he cause?
" Until Thursday then." He said pressing his lips to the back of her hand.
Jesse's cheek flushed and her skin tingled where his kissed was laid. She couldn't form coherent sentences so she just nodded as he got up.
" Au revoir chere." He said leaving.
It was a rainy day in Domino city. The sky made it's own music of thunder bass, lightning guitar and rain coming in backup. The sky was the color of smoke that wafted from the orange butt of a cigarette. The droplets of water cascaded down to earth like tears from heaven.
On the streets people were moving as fast as they could to get out of the rain and to their homes or jobs. A man in a brown suit with a suitcase hurried down the street to catch a cab towards the law firm 3 blocks over. A woman in a blue dress tugged her child along under a red umbrella.
One male in particular was not in any hurry to get anywhere. The smaller male next to him was though. He pulled the larger male by the hand towards the bookstore/café in the outlet mall.
" Are you sure I said Thursday?" The larger male said.
" Setooooo!! You promised! You promised! You promised!!!" The smaller one said.
" Alright! Alright! You win Mokuba. Let's go." He said.
The two brothers entered the store with a ringing of the bells above the door. They immediately picked up the smell of coffee and cappuccinos from the café off to the side. Mokuba instantly ran over to the children's section and searched for anything pertaining to dragons and the like.
Seto on the other hand had gone the other way to look through the mythology section. Not that he was looking for anything on the subject, but he liked to read about knights, dragons, magic and such things. Besides he had finished the book he was reading through class.
Walking through the aisles of books and novels, he caught sight of a display. It was for a new book he had heard about. The book was called 'Les Chevaliers Du Carreour'. Which meant 'Knights of the Crossroads'. He considered looking at the book, but he decided against it and went to look on down the row.
He took no notice of the people next to him as he browsed through the section. There were two males making fun of a smaller kid with glasses. Obviously they had a low I.Q. There was also a girl there behind him. She was humming something as she browsed.
He still couldn't find anything to peak his interest. Some were too long, some were too short. Others lacked plot, and a few were too complicated for even him. Then there were those that were just way off. He sighed absentmindedly as he gave up on this store for anything he could significance in.
" 'Scuse mae?"
He turned slightly. It was the girl that had been behind him. She was right next to him. It took him a minute to understand what she had said to him.
" Yes?" He said; a little more coldly than he intended.
" If yer lookin' fo' somethin' ta read that's good, then Ah'd try this one." She said handing him a book.
" Uh, thanks." He said taking it.
" No prob." She said walking off without giving him a second look.
As the girl was walking away, something clicked in Seto's mind. This person didn't know him. That and the fact that she had just given him a book that he would never read. For one it was a cheesy romance novel set in ancient Egypt, and for two he hated cheesy romance. That girl that hung with Yugi, Tie? Tina? Whatever her name was, she read that crap all the time.
But more importantly, she didn't recognize him. His picture was all over magazines in the racks and she didn't know him. His ego couldn't take it. She didn't know who he was. But another part of him thought it might be fun to just have a normal conversation with someone who wasn't aware of his hype.
" Why not," He shrugged," I've got nothing better to do until Mokuba's finished."
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Seto casually looked around for the female that didn't recognize him. He tried to bear in mind what she looked like.
She had on a red skirt that went down to her knees. And she wore brown boots like Tea's (That's her name!). A black T-shirt that looked to be a size too big with 'Public Hazard' covered her torso. And she had a black, leather backpack purse on her shoulder.
Her hair was as black as Mokuba's and a lot straighter. Her eyes were the color that changed from green to a light purple depending on the light. He remembered he had a client once with eyes like that. And her skin was a color that reminded him of brown sugar.
Now that he remembered what she looked like, he needed to find someone that fit her description. He soon found said female in the café reading one of his hated cheesy romance novels. Making sure there were no other females around that would hound him like obsessed fangirls (OGE: Wonder who he's thinking about? ^_^), he made his way over; coming up with a reason for doing so as he went.
" Suminasen?" He said standing in front of her table.
She looked up at him with pink in her cheeks and an embarrassed look on her face.
" Sorrah. Ah'm not down wit dis Japanese thang yet. Ah jist moved heah if ya can undastan' mae." She said rubbing the back of her neck.
He should have known not to speak in Japanese. Her accent suggested she wasn't of Japanese origin. She must have been American and from her accent, the Southern part. At least she didn't perpetrate she knew what he was saying. He had some fun with some of those fangirls that agreed with everything he said.
" S'okay. You don't sound Japanese." He said.
" Ah'm an American. A Texan actually." She said.
" Can I sit down?" He asked.
" Oh! Sure, go ahead!" She said getting up to move her backpack purse.
" I'll get it." He said reaching for it.
Both of them reached for the purse and their hands brushed against one another. The American girl blushed and apologized; then moved her purse to allow him to sit down.
" You really don't recognize me do you?" He asked.
She was quiet for a minute; thinking about his question. Then she placed a finger between the pages she was reading and answered.
" No, cain't say dat Ah do. Should Ah?" She asked.
" .Uh, no, I'm not famous or anything." He said shrugging.
~You big, fat liar~ His conscious chided.
~Hush, I'm not lying. I'm just stretching the truth. If she knew who I was, this regular conversation would fly right out the window. Besides, this isn't like I'm gonna date her or anything~ Seto reasoned with himself.
" So whot's yer name? Wherre ya from?" She asked.
" Uh." He trailed.
Seto didn't really want to tell her his real name. He was enjoying this. Even if he was being to a degree ignored while she was reading. She was treating him like a human being instead of a human charge card. Maybe he should stretch the truth a little more just to keep this up.
He glanced behind her and spied a display for a new book. There was a cardboard copy of the book that had been blown up. He made out the author name in the gold calligraphy and decided it would do. He quickly racked his brain for the language it was written in.
" Mes noms sont Aleron et je suis de la France." He said smoothly.
At that, the girl's face lit up with a mix of fascination and interest.
" Wow! Yer French?! Ya sure don' look like it!" She said excitedly.
~You're lying~ His conscious warned.
" Did you understand what I just said manquer?" He asked.
" Not at all." She said.
Seto chuckled at that. She was amusing, this girl. Maybe he'd make an effort to talk to her again.
" I said my name is Aleron and I'm from France. But you figured the last part out." He said.
~Still not lying~ Seto said to his conscious.
" Dat's so cool. Ah always wonted ta go ta France. Neva been outside o'Texas 'cept fo' heah." She said.
" What's your name chere?" He asked.
" Jesse-James. But ya can jist call mae Jesse." She said.
Definitely an American. He was about to continue their conversation when he scaught sight of Mokuba coming over to him. If he said his name in front of her, he'd be busted wide open and probably have cappuccino thrown in his face. So he thought quickly.
" Je suis desole chere, but I've got to be going." He said.
" Oh..!" She whined.
He chuckled again. The girl was cute, he'd give her that much. Maybe he'd see her again. Why not? It was fun to talk to someone that didn't hit you up for money, ask to see his deck or want a date.
" Can Ah see ya again?" She asked.
" ..Sur, pourquoi pas? Will you be here, say Thursday?" He asked.
" Wasn't plannin' on it. But Ah am nah." She said smiling seductively.
Oh that smile was going to get him in so much trouble. He knew that much already. Oh well. This girl peaked his interest, curiosity and a few other things he cared not to mention. Playing Aleron was a break from the norm and he was sure he wouldn't see her long enough for her to know he was lying. What harm could he cause?
" Until Thursday then." He said pressing his lips to the back of her hand.
Jesse's cheek flushed and her skin tingled where his kissed was laid. She couldn't form coherent sentences so she just nodded as he got up.
" Au revoir chere." He said leaving.