Thread: Blue Eyes White Lover (Fox)

Crestfallen. That was the only way to describe the look on his face when his security card was casually tossed into the shredder. His life flashed before his eyes for several seconds as he listened to the metal grind away at the laminated card, but that face couldn't remain. Because Kaiba was still typing, and he hadn't told him to get lost. Actually, he heard a printer going and his heart rate picked up. He didn't dare hope for what he thought was happening. But he didn't need to. Ryou stepped back from the desk as Seto stood and moved around it. His left hand took the offered card, and the holographic 'A' was reflected in his wide eyes. Thank you sir, he stated in a rush, taking the man's hand in his own and returning the tight squeeze. He was stronger than he looked, and his own squeeze was enough to return a good portion of the other man's grip. You won't, I promise. While the young albino looked meek in general, there was a determination in his eyes that contradicted it strongly. Right, he agreed with a firm nod. The card was clipped back inside his blazer, and the man lifted his right arm to pull back his sleeve and expose a watch. Five minutes, he set the watch, gave one more thankful bow, then darted. He was careful about the office door, but once it was closed behind him Ryou was running faster than he had in a very long time. There was just one problem, he had no idea where to make any coffee on this level, he had to go down several stories, and the elevator would take way too long. Ryou flipped out his phone and pressed a speed dial number as he hopped passed the stairs. Several groups of people were filing down them in the drill that had been ordered not too long ago. There was no way this would work! He'd never be back in five minutes at this rate. He paused to think. Hello? April! Good, start the coffee pot. Fresh. Don't ask why. The woman on the other end started to object. Trust me, you owe me this one. Please? Yeah, alright. Ryou hung up the phone and tucked it into his pocket. then looked at the people blocking the stairs. This is a bad idea, he muttered to himself. Such a bad idea! And yet, Ryou hopped himself up onto the railing, and started running down. It honestly wasn't much different than some of the things Bakura had put him through. Besides, if he fell there were all sorts of people to help him. 'Scuse me, pardon me, I am so very sorry! This is stupid, you're going to die. You're going to kill yourself all over a cup of coffee!! And Ryou faltered a few times, wobbling on the railing, but finally landing himself safely six floors down. Just as his team was opening the door. Can't talk! Thanks April! The floor was nearly empty. Or at least, the portion he needed to be in. For that he was thankful, because he was able to get to the lounge, pour a cup of coffee -he even managed a bit of creamer and a lump of sugar- all in a little over three minutes. The lid was shoved on, and Ryou was running again. Getting up the stairs was easier than getting down, but he did have to pass by his friends as they drudged up the stairs with nervous expression. Excuse me, sorry, He muttered, skirting around and through them with practiced ease. Learning how to be invisible had its perks. Just as his watch hit 4 minutes and 56 seconds, Ryou was knocking on Seto's door a little louder than he meant, but he was panting, a little shaken, and his knock was heavy handed. The coffee, however, hadn't lost a drop, and of that he was proud.