A Bunch of Blues

Lips of an Angel

WARNING: Contains Silentshipping bashing.

A/N: I'm sorry, but then again, if you're a HARDCORE silentshipper, you shouldn't be reading this anyways. Songfic... Lips of an Angel by Hinder

The door slammed loudly, banging against the frame with a force that would have shaken it out of its hinges. The young man stalked into the room, seething and glowering at just about anything, hot cerulean fire blazing in the depths of his irises. Slender fingers gripped the edges of the hardwood chest of drawers, knuckles turning white as the bones underneath strained against his pale skin. He was enraged—furious, and he could barely do anything to contain his wrath.

One more. Just one more screw up; one more slip-up, one more pleading gaze from those pathetic eyes, and he would definitely throw caution to the wind. He would let his company burn to the ground if it meant relieving himself of the burden of taking on a trophy wife. Give it a try, their sh*t. Those retarded screw-ups could shove the stock prices right up their assholes.

He would do anything for the sake of his company, and that was why he had agreed to the proposal, but to stretch it far enough to this extent, it was too much. He supposed he had a fault in the whole fiasco. He had allowed it to get too far without considering the repercussions that it would bring later. Now he was too deeply rooted into this to back out—or, that's what he thought.

Frankly speaking, he could easily refute all of this with just a single word, but he knew the problem. His pride and reputation was at stake. It was a challenge that had been issued, and it wasn't one he was going to back down from. He had only agreed to the proposal in the first place because he knew the benefits his company would reap out of it, but in each and every day that he got to see her face, he couldn't help but feel like he was demoting himself from a place of power.

The media ate up every kind of information leaked regarding his current status. (He hardly considered it a relationship.) The masses had lapped it up like pathetic dogs under the table desperate for scraps. He had witnessed first hand how they all stared starry-eyed at his latest publicity stunt. Oh, this girl had melted his heart. She's so sweet, so meek, so obedient, so loyal, so perfect.

He resisted the urge to spit at those string of unworthy adjectives. How very fitting that they liken her qualities to a dog—especially since a relative of hers was like one. She hung off of his arm; a trophy presented before the public to convince them that he was a dedicated family man and that he had goals for his own future as well. The public was dead wrong to naively assume that he was head over heels for the redhead currently residing in the room across the hall. And said redhead was the very cause of his latest frustration.

Her naivety had been tolerable at first. He understood that she had no knowledge that would benefit his company whatsoever, but in the seven months that he had spent pretending to care about her, he had come to know that her clueless train of thought was incredibly irritating. He was inclined to believe that the girl lacked a mind of her own—always needing reassurance, always wanting confirmation, always pushing to be around him to 'let him know she was ready to help' when all she could really do was sit and look innocent. She was overly needy, and he hated it! He detested it! She was utterly useless! She was too fragile and too dependent. She was so weak! And Seto Kaiba hated the thought that this woman was probably going to be his wife in the long run.

Too fragile a flower was useless to a man like him. He had his personal character preferences when it came to the opposite sex, and he would not deny the truth that he liked potentially vulnerable women. That particular taste branched out from the CEO's tendencies to assert his dominance in some manner. But he only took pleasure in their vulnerability to a certain degree; too much of that trait and it made females extremely clingy. And he hated clingy girls.