Sentimentality

By: drabble-monger

A/N: Drabble's drabble. Written for Kaiba-kun's Birthday last Wednesday (and a shameless tribute to azureshipping! SQUEE!).

Drabble: I do NOT own Yu-gi-oh! …Anything to add, Mongie?

Monger: No.

Drabble: …Emo-ness.

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October 25, 2006.

Kaiba Seto walked about the school hallways with his usual confidence and callousness, fearful students clamoring to dodge him and peers hurriedly veering off his chosen path.

Today was normal. Ordinary. Mundanely typical.

The day of his birth.

And absolutely nothing special.

Of course, he wasn't expecting any greetings.

No presents. No cards. (With the one exception of Mokuba)

It was no big deal.

Birthdays were for sentimental losers, anyway (as usual, little brother exempted). It was for those vertically challenged types with schizophrenia, dirt-poor mutts, geeks with pencil tips for hair, and screechy air-headed cheerleaders.

Not for him.

And he was used to it.

So imagine his confusion (or as confused as a smart smartass could possibly get) when Mazaki Anzu suddenly walked up to him, completely ignoring the stares and the whispers of the other students. She slightly fingered the hem of her skirt before looking up at him with sapphire eyes.

He raised an inquisitive brow, about to remark on the fact that she was blatantly in his way.

Then, she flashed a small smile and said, "Y'know, I was wondering yesterday…what exactly do you get the guy who has everything?"

His eyes widened a fraction, because she couldn't possibly know…

That's when she went in for the kill and bestowed a chaste kiss upon his mouth. When she drew back, a faint sheen of cherry scented gloss on his lips, he had the grace to be utterly surprised.

"Happy 17th birthday, Kaiba-kun."

She rushed away as if she was late for class, when the bell wasn't to ring for another 15 minutes.

She was too busy trying to be discreetly embarrassed to catch the millisecond a corner of his lip twitched upward.

-End-

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Drabble: Loosely based off this one super adorable Valentine's Day fic (azureshipping, of course), which I sadly forgot the name to. Anything to add now, Mongie?

Monger: Well…no.

Drabble: Not even how much you liked my drabble?

Monger: It was REALLY SUPER DEE DUPER GOOD. YOU SHOULD ALL TAKE TIME OUT OF YOUR POINTLESS LIVES TO READ THIS FABULOUS WORK.

Drabble: …Did you take out of my Snickers' stash again you little thief?!

Drabble turns around in time to see that Monger had run away, Snickers in hand.

Drabble: RAWR. …Seeing as how I am now Snickers-deprived, (glare), REVIEW to make me feel better.

:D (Brief Note: A/N is just about as long as drabble only because this is our first fic…and I like to hear myself talk. (type) (…read?) (whatever))