Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or the characters.
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She took a long drag of the cigarette as is shook in her hands. The gaze of Anzu Mazaki feel to the cancer stick she held in her hands. Sure, she new she had to quit…but it was the thought behind her, the little voice in her head that always said. 'One more…one more and you can quit…one more won't hurt you…' And she, being trusting of herself, listened and obeyed that voice.
She took in a long drag and sighed out the smoke as she felt a wave of calm wash over her rattled nerves. Okay, so she new that cigarettes didn't really calm you down, that is was just a stimulant that made you body get high and crave more. She had listened in health class with the others. Didn't mean she cared, but she listened. Wasn't that enough. But something nibbled at the back of her head as she tossed the bud of the cigarette onto the cement walk as she leaned against the outside wall of her favorite café.
What bugged her? She lit enough cigarette and puffed on it gently. Her friends didn't even know. Not Honda, not Jou…and especially not Yuugi. Sure, she went through the same thing she did when she took her first sip of beer, which was a dare from her cousin, but she couldn't pass up the money. The first time was nasty. It left an awful taste and made her cough so bad she though she'd never breath again. Worst of all….HE new. The one she hated…the one that hated her back.
"Mazaki?" A rough voice called from the side. Speak of the devil. Her eyes shifted to stare up at his smirking face. How she hated that face. The one that showed arrogance…the one that always had the I'm-too-good-for-you look on it. 'I wish I could wipe that look off his face. If I could do that I'd quick smoking…almost.'
"What is it Kaiba? I'm not really in the mood to put up with your blackmail right now…I have nothing to give you."
"Oh, but you do." His smirk darkened. He'd be handsome if he'd just lose the attitude, she noted to herself.
"And what, may I ask, would that be?" She eyed him, not fully understanding what she could give. He was Seto Kaiba. He had everything.
"I need someone to watch Mokuba for me in the afternoons. I'll pay you of course, but you have to stay at the mansion on the weekends incase of an emergency meeting is come up." He stated flatly, no emotion at all.
"That all?" She asked, irritation soaked her voice. He could have told asked her that before she started smoking.
"Not at all…quite the beginning Ms. Mazaki." His eyes lowered dangerously, a deep growl came with his voice.
Anzu took a long drag form the cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly. Kaiba eyed her, as if waiting for the choking noise that had always come before when he last saw her. "What? You think this is my first real smoke?" She took another puff and blew out smoke rings. "Hey look, smoke rings." She pointed to him, waiting for the snide remark that always came after she said anything. She waited….nothing.
"You won't be able to smoke around Mokuba, that one thing you can't do. Another? You can't hang around your friends till I say so.
Anzu hit her knees, coughing. 'I think I inhaled my cigarette on that one.' The bud dropped to the side, carelessly forgotten as it still burned. "What!?" You can't be serious! Kaiba! That's not fair!"
His Smirk widened. Arrogant jerk. "Since when have you known me to be fair, Ms. Mazaki? Now, I must be on my way. You'll head my words. Both about smoking around Mokuba and being with your friends. Unless you want them to know the real you." He turned, crushing the forgotten cigarette underneath his shoes.
Anzu sat the on her knees for a good five minutes. 'What have I gotten myself into? I want to show them the real me….but I just can't.'
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Kaiba walked quietly around the corner to his awaiting limo, feeling quite proud of himself. Sure, he wasn't cruel, cold, but never cruel. This was for her own good, weather she liked it or not. Of course, he wasn't really doing it for her…but he was. But of course, as he reminded himself often, it was more for Mokuba. He still owed her for Mokuba's life, as much as he hated to admit it. And with this, in his eyes, would make them even. Plus, he also got to see the pain on all her friends faces…life really was sweet. He climbed into his limo and ordered him off, watching as they passed Anzu, who was just now getting off the ground and, from what he could hear, was saying a stream of curses directed to him. He just chuckled. Women.
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Weaver: That's all for now folks! I better get to bed so that I can wake up earth for…the… 00; you know. Well, when I get back, I might even update both my stories if I'm not in TOO much pain. By! And remember, reviews make us all feel better! ;;