[fic] Theme 046 "Recycling", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: 'Atemu'/Yuugi; PG-13}
All righty! This week and last were a nightmare, the weather today makes me cranky, and February is just not my month (no, it does not have anything to do with Valentine’s Day, despite popular consensus and suspicions). My original plan this year is to post up that V-Day one-shot I actually finished, but now I don’t feel like it. At least not until I get a White Day counterpart written first. Hopefully next year, then.
The only thing that’s keeping alive and awake is the thought of Reading Week. Goodness, I thought this holiday would never come.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 046.
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Atemu/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: He was supposed to be annoyed that there were people protesting about his company, not amused by this particular protestor.
Disclaimer: It’s time do sue! No, wait, wait, I meant, it’s time to duel. See, don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: AU.
Warnings: A slight stretch from the prompt.
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“Protest against the Sennen Corporation for their continued production of toxic chemicals! Protect the environment and the people. Protect the earth we live in!”
Crimson eyes glittered in amusement as they gazed out the heavily tinted window of the limo. His lips formed a half-smirk at the demonstration.
Up at the driver’s seat, his chauffeur frowned. He pressed the intercom button so his boss could have an idea of what was happening outside. “Atemu-sama, this is the fifth day in a row that they’re causing a disturbance at the company’s front doors; should I call security and escort them away from the premises?”
“That won’t be necessary, Watanabe. Just carry on like usual.” He closed his eyes and leaned back against the leather-cushioned seat, bringing his wineglass to his lips to appreciate the aroma of dry red wine before sipping the drink.
The limo stopped, going no further because of the group that mobbed at the garage door. Watanabe rolled down his window and glared at the protestors. “Can you move out of the way? We are an extremely busy company and we run on a tight schedule-”
“Atemu-san, we know you’re in there! As busy as your schedule is, please just hear us out for a moment. Your company makes millions and billions of dollars every year, and yes, that’s all well and worth congratulations, but your waste products are continuing to harm the environment. Have you thought about how much of an impact this will have on us and the rest of the world? You need to stop destroying life and consider the consequences of your business decisions - this will be the planet your children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren live in! Do you want them to have to wear oxygen masks to wherever they go because the air quality is so poor? Think of their futures, if not your own-”
Crimson eyes opened as the person rambled on and they stared straight into hard, determined amethysts. He raised his eyebrows and watched the young man form words with perfect cherry-red lips; frown with a tightening of his brows; and carry his message through his eyes - oh, his eyes. Atemu blocked out the rest of the speech and instead focused on the appearance of the person.
“Atemu-sama? You have a meeting in five minutes; if this boy is bothering you I can-”
“It’s nothing, Watanabe. I’ll take care of it myself.” Atemu shut off the intercom and unwound his legs from their crossed position. Finding the handle, he pulled and pushed the door open. The heel of a single, shiny, well-polished black shoe hit the cement ground before more people crowded around the vehicle.
“-and - Atemu-san! You have finally come out of the safety of barricades and face the problem your company produces? It’s about time-”
“Yuugi,” a blond behind said young man hissed, pulling on his elbow. “I know you’re passionate about this, but this is Atemu-san you’re talking to. At least show some respect to the guy.”
“I’ll show him respect when he respects the environment,” Yuugi bit back, not bothering to lower his voice.
Atemu was very, very amused. He needed to give credit to this persistent little vixen in front of him; no one spoke to, or about, him this way, and he found this alluring. He saw it as a challenge - and he had never backed down from a challenge before.
Wooing this one should be rewarding. After all, he liked fire in a person, and he liked it even better if he was the only one who could tame it.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 602
Authoress Notes: Ha, ha, ha... (head/desk) Shoot me now, that was horribly done. I have never really participated in a protest before, so the whole protest-speech might have been too forceful/unnatural. In any case, I apologize for that aspect of this.
Happy Valentine’s, Single Awareness Day, what will you! =)
P.S. Click here: I'm attempting to write some more random things during Reading Week, so feel free to drop by and prompt me!