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Sometimes Love Can Be Mistaken for a Crime

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This story is No. 17 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: That’s all I wanted, but sometimes love can be mistaken for a crime...

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Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!BuffyKaibaHuntFR716130120426 Jun 1126 Jun 11Yes
Hey there! Here’s a new Yu-Gi-Oh crossover oneshot I cooked up one day. I was listening to the song Father Figure by George Michael, and the line “Sometimes love can be mistaken for a crime” instantly began giving me ideas for a new oneshot. So without further ado, here is my new oneshot. The title is taken from one of the lyrics of Father Figure by George Michael.

Also, I wondered what the male version for a temptress is, so I looked it up online. “Temptress” is female, so the male version is tempter. A tempter is a person or thing that tempts, especially to evil.

Disclaimer: Genius Kazuki Takahashi owns Yu-Gi-Oh. Joss Whedon (also a genius) owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And I own the oneshots, songfics, drabbles, stories, novellas and poems I cook up from time to time.


Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)

Beata Maria
You know I’m so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)

Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold’ring eyes still scorch my soul

Cogitatione (In thought)

I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control

Verbo et opere (In word and deed)

Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin

--Tony Jay, Hellfire


She is so beautiful, Seto Kaiba thought as he sat at the bar in the empty diner, watching Buffy Summers, eight, step gracefully along the top of the mahogany surface of the bar. Her feet, clad in white socks and black Mary Janes, were little – but to him, they were quite beautiful. The dress she was currently wearing – white and covered with red roses – happened to be one that definitely showed off the beauty behind her green eyes.

How pretty her legs are, he thought, and how beautiful her yellow locks are as well. He then smirked to himself. If it were up to me, I would definitely show her my definition of the word “pleasure”, as well as what I am really known for.

Kaiba’s smirk widened as he kept his cobalt gaze – which was sharp and analytical – on the young girl, who was now spinning in a circle, and then stopped with both feet flat on the bar’s surface, as though puzzled about what dance step to do next.

Kaiba then smiled as Buffy’s eyes widened, and she then got an idea for a new dance step, which she would make up on the spot.

Her feet began tapping out a tune, and she then began to turn and step in the opposite direction down the bar’s surface, making up the steps as she went along.

Playing it by ear, Kaiba thought to himself, smirking still. How delightful and very intriguing.

After all, they did say that improvisation is a parlor trick, and that anyone could do it.

Even Kaiba was one to believe in those words, and what they implied as well. Behind his sharp, analytical gaze, he held many secrets, as well as confessions. They were right when they said that the eyes were the window to one’s soul, after all.

Still sitting at the bar, and keeping a close eye on the young girl (whom he heard was often called a beauty even though she was a child, because of her natural beauty), he watched her twirl a bit, and his smirk darkened a bit.

One day, when he wished it, he would have the chance to see those legs as she danced for him and him alone...

For now, though, he was content to watch her as she turned and stepped back over to him...

~Finis

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