This is absolutely ridiculous.
Keith had his face half-buried in his palm as he stared down at the coffee table set in front of the couch he had for his own. He had been like that for the better part of twenty minutes, utterly baffled and disgusted with himself-- ever since...
He'd not had much interaction with one Seto Kaiba. Minimal, in fact, considering they were both high-level duelists. The most they'd ever spoken was... what, Duelist Kingdom for all of ten seconds? Kaiba watching his duel with Pegasus in the championship before then, the one that spelled the end of Keith's respect from the public? He'd used to have an alliance going with Mokuba, but that fell apart. And yet...
The moment he thought of Kaiba at the championship and his lip quirked into the beginning of an absent smile, Keith caught himself and slapped himself hard across the face.
No! You're not... even if you were, isn't the guy underage?! You're fucked up, but you're not that fucked up, are you?!
On one hand, Keith's self-loathing told him he was depraved and miserable, of course having interest in a minor wouldn't be below him. Except then his morals made a surprising and bold move, decking his self-loathing in the teeth and protesting that even Keith still had limits.
It's probably just the drugs, or... or maybe you should cut back on the alcohol. No wonder your brain's going to weird places between those two things. Or, shit, get some actual sleep, you idiot! You don't take care of yourself and now you're surprised that your mind is getting away from you?
Surely he, Keith Howard, conservative and proud, would-be killer and thief and gambler... wasn't so deviant as to be a sexual predator.
Even if this bullshit doesn't go away, promise yourself that you're not doing shit to act on it, Keith. Don't even look at the guy. Just turn around, walk away, and keep doing anything else.
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As Valentine's Day approached, those ridiculous feelings hadn't gone away, even with Keith using them as motivation to cut back on his bad habits. He was sober, but he didn't feel as clear-headed as he'd hoped. He'd distracted himself with whatever he could think of doing-- working out, trying to eat more regularly, picking back up on his hygiene-- but even still, that weird sense of want still haunted him, still made him just as sick as it did lift him up.
Maybe I need some fucking fresh air, I've still been cooped up all the time...
And hell, Domino was a damn big city. There was no guarantee he'd run into, well, anyone with that in mind.
Not that he was hoping to. Of course not.
He put on his coat, went out, and picked a direction to walk in.
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(( Hi XD Ah, Crack Pairing Week. Bumping this out before bed, though due to the nature of the ship Keith's. Definitely going to lose to whoever you've slotted Seto with. But Keith still has to end up in Kaiba's orbit, so here he is! ))