Amber tersely flashed red in a vibrant warning."
He's not mine ?"
The posed question turned soft placed with a hint of wonder clear.
But tone of delivery petulant, with a carrying impression of pouting like, that of a small child who'd found its favorite toy lay scattered and broken
Gold met titanium without sign of resentment, unyielding in its gaze and far from flinching.
Now, the answer became restated with more steel "Not yours" brokered the voice briskly with no room for argument.
Lesser men would have balked.
Seto Kaiba was not lesser men.
So as was his nature he assessed the situation and slyly smirked delighting in his find.
If the smirk is held with a ghost's shadow of more than usual smugness, who could tell?
An, if his so carefully maintained icy exterior slipped;leaving his outward expression appearing waiting or on edge.
( The same look he had before landing a particularly sharp business deal or, proving those old coots at board of so-called directors wrong.)
Well as stated before it was one of which , not even Kaiba himself took note.
None save one.
Eyes mirthless silver trained in on there locked target.
No he's ours.
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OLD ATST Seto/Joey
Fanfictionthis stands as a reminder of where I started in the trash and where I am now upscale trash meaning its one of the first things I ever wrote and its horrifying STOP: if you want to read something good check out the rewrite https://www.wattpad.com/524...
