Breakfast At Tiffany's

Verse I

"You'll say, we've got nothing in common

No common ground to start from

And we're falling apart"

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The man's eyes widened as he reread the text message on his phone.

"Perhaps you were my once upon a time, but you weren't my happily ever after."

"Damn it," Seto cursed as he slammed his fist on the table.

Kisara wasn't answering any of his phone calls nor text messages.

"I overwork just for a week and she acts like I've been cheating or something," he argues with himself as he packs his laptop into his suitcase.

As his bodyguards lead him out of his company building and into his car, Seto thinks if he should go to her house.

He would've sent Kisara's best friend, and his cousin's fiance, Mana, if she could go check up on her.

But she and Atem left New York City for the holidays. Something about celebrating Christmas in Cairo.

And he most definitely could not ask his other cousin's wife, Téa Gardner. She and Yugi were expecting their first kid and she went into labor yesterday.

With a groan, Seto concluded that he needed to go personally to check up on her.

"Greenwich Village," he ordered his driver.

The scowl on his face deepened as the car passed by the countless couples in the city.

Some were walking down the sidewalk holding hands. Others were throwing snow at each other. Others were chatting inside warm coffee shops.

His most detestable one, however, was when they passed The Rink at Rockefeller Center.

Something about watching all those couples skating together irritated him.

"I hate Christmas." Seto cursed as the car continued towards Kisara's apartment.

After a short while, Seto's driver announced, "We have arrived at 88 Grove Street, Mr. Kaiba."

Seto rubbed his hands together and stepped outside the freezing wasteland, also known as New York City.

Glaring at the apartment in front of him, Seto gently opened the small black gate to walk up the stairs.

He didn't pay attention to the crunching snow sound his driver's car made as he scurried away. His attention was on the two large glass windows on the second floor. The lights were off.

Matter of fact, all the apartment lights were off.

Signaling that no one was home.

Seto seethed in anger. Was she actually playing hard to get?

He abruptly knocked on the light green door.

"Kisara, open up. I'm not in the mood for any shenanigans."

No response.

Crossing his arms, Seto waited.

Even though he was freezing in his work clothes, Seto refused to leave.

He had to talk with Kisara.

However, after twenty minutes of waiting, Seto accepted the fact she wasn't home.

But then, where could she be?

Unless-

Almost slipping from the icy stairs, Seto dashed towards the corner of the street.

There, at the corner of Grover Street and Waverly Place was their regular date night restaurant.

And sure enough, as Seto neared the restaurant's window, he saw her.

She wore a black turtleneck sweater, the one he gifted her last fall. She had her hair up in a bun and she was dining alone.

Noticing he was wasting time by just staring at her, he made his way to the entrance.

Stepping inside Joseph Leonard restaurant, the first thing Seto felt was the warmth of the room's heater.

Now, this was an oasis compared to the streets.

Kisara hadn't noticed his presence in the restaurant nor had she noticed his intimidating expression as he walked towards her small table.

"Kisara," Seto began, a hand on the unused wooden chair.

"Seto," she replied firmly, her grip on her mug tightened.

"I believe we need to talk." Seto let out gruffly as he pulled the chair out and sat in front of her.

"Yes, we do," Kisara replied.

Her stern gaze made Seto realize she wasn't in a happy mood.

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Author's Note:

Hello everyone!

Sorry I disappeared like that. I just returned from Latin America, and now I'm cramming for finals week. (I'm almost free!) Fun fact, this story was inspired by the song "Breakfast At Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something. This story is my first Kisara x Seto story. I don't see many stories about them, especially in the modern world. Take care and see you once my finals end. 

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