Disclaimer: Baby I don't need to own Yu-Gi-Oh to write fanfiction.
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: No Such Thing as Soulmates
Summary: Mokuba realizes the unspoken love Seto has for Anzu, he ran away, only to be transported five years into the future. Can he fix the damage he had inflicted on his brother, or stand idly by as it all perishes? SetoxAnzu SetoxShizuka
Author's Note: This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction story, just remember that flames burn.
This not yaoi/yuri/shonen-ai/shouji-ai/incest. Sorry to those who wanted them.
Chapter One
Valedictorian
He was uncertain.
So uncertain about something he was shivering with anxiety that he kept erupting in loud complaints at the traffic that passed by his limo window, as his personal driver drove towards Domino Drama and Dance Hall where he could find his answer. And like a rush of moments, he met up with the one person he could ask.
"Anzu? What do you think about Onii-chan? Mokuba asked nervously, twiddling his thumbs as he watched her stuff her black silk ballet shoes into her navy duffel bag.
"Hmm…why do you ask?" the sixteen year old girl replied kindly, smiling softly as she zipped her bag closed.
"I don't know…I-I just always knew that y-you guys never really liked him…" the eleven year old kid ran his hand through his thick mass of raven locks. Mokuba sighed depressingly, "I know what everyone says about him…"
Anzu broke into a light chuckle, "I don't hate him, Mokie." She slung the strap over her shoulder and took a draft from her water bottle, glancing at the boy. She sighed wiping her mouth with the back of her slender hand, "Your brother…we haven associate enough with him for the longest time—well now that I think about it, I think it was half a year since Duel Monsters—that was a fun time…"
"But Jounouchi—"
"Jou is the kind of person who would dislike someone who calls him a mutt you know that," the brunette whispered, her blue eyes were glistening, starting to walk with the boy following at her trail, "Yugi is a good guy, he always tried to befriend Kaiba—but your brother wasn't really the nicest towards us…Honda would probably be on the same level as Jou but he's kind-hearted not to hate him. Ryou is too sweet to dislike anyone actually, and Otogi is nice, but I'm sure Kaiba and him are on the same quarters in company relations, I heard…Mai doesn't really know Kaiba, I guess…and Shizuka—"
"Why do you like him then?" Mokuba interrupted instantly, his giant aqua blue eyes gleaming with anticipation and quickly set the same pace as her.
Anzu looked startled, blinking confusingly. "Well, I-I…think there are some good qualities hidden underneath his cold exterior he tries to put up. Everyone around us is human of course, I'm sure your brother has a kindest of hearts if you knew him really, really well…despite what everyone says behind his back. Being a sixteen year old CEO isn't that easy, he tries to provide for you like an older brother shoulder and the entire world is grateful for the things he designs and creates. He's a good guy now that you think of it, he…just never had the time of the day to express himself emotionally towards other people…"
She grinned at him, "Is that a good answer for you?" Mokuba laughed and nodded most eccentrically.
But it wasn't enough of an answer he could have wanted.
IT WAS THE DAY!
Two years had passed almost like a blink of an eye, everyone stood on the front grassy park by Domino High where they would be celebrating the graduation class of that senior year.
And everyone seemed to have a way of entering the grounds in their own specific way.
Otogi Ryuugi came to school in his robes and hat fashionably in his sleek black convertible with a pack of giggling girls who were fawning over him in his car's black leather seats. Otogi received a dozen different kisses from his female company who were touching over his shoulders and playfully curling their polished fingers into his long black ponytail. He still had that annoying dice earring strung on his earlobe.
Ryou Bakura came with his father, who was visiting from Europe, and his mother, whose brown eyes he must have inherited it from, in an extravagant horse carriage with a finely dressed coach and two white strong horses with beautiful long manes that attracted all the girls from Duke's car to fawn at them instead. Ryou flushed most incredibly when Otogi teased him to no end.
Yugi Mutou rode in a green jeep with the giant tire wheels, open door ways, and transparent plastic window covers, strapped on a pair of goggles that his Grandpa playfully made him wear when he drove him to the ceremony. Loud music blared from the CD compartment in the cool transporting contraption that a few of the graduating students walking by his parking spot were dancing a little and laughing.
Honda Hiroto came in his motorcycle dressed in his leather jacket over the elaborate royal blue robes, with his helmet over his buzz cut. He revved his silver metallic Harley to the curb and quickly stuffed his jacket into his backpack and ran to park. He checked his watch for the hundredth time that day, contemplating when his parents' old family car would come around with his tiresome younger brothers.
Anzu Mazaki came walking down the street to the small park with her smiling parents and younger sister Natsuko who was about seven years old and exclaiming how great her Big Sis was. "ANZU IS GRADUATING! SHE'S THE SMARTEST COOLEST GIRL EVER!" the little naïve girl cried parading around, wiping her small hands through her short curls of chocolate brown.
Jounouchi Katsuya was the daredevil of the bunch. He had to jump over a few fences, both wood and metal gates, and tearing a giant hole in his jeans, leaped over a bunch of leafy bushes, and climb over what seemed like a dozen little plastic slides in the children's playground, and ran and hobbling simultaneously while trying to put on his robes and cram his velvet hat over his messy blond hair. He ran quickly like he was racing to meet up in the straight alphabetically lines of his giggling classmates who saw him running like a crazy man, half yelping half cussing.
His friends laughed softly to themselves when Jounouchi settled himself in the line under the pressure of the principal's irritated impatient glare. Mai, who sat amongst the audience, groaned and shook her magnificent head of blond tresses side to side in embarrassment and indignity.
And last but not least was Seto Kaiba who came in his longest fanciest limousine of polished black in his robes with his speech in his right hand. He came out when his driver opened the door, with his brother who was dressed neatly in a white suit and blue bow tie. Mokuba grinned most proudly up at the faraway gaze of his brother's as he stood like he standing above all else.
Not only was it the last day of school, but it was also an important day when the Seto Kaiba would be the valedictorian. No one would doubt he wasn't going to make to the top of his class, but the fact he actually continued through with high school, no matter if it were the umpteenth time he angrily growled he would just be better without the virtually challenged teachers and his fellow brain dead classmates.
But he had a reputation to uphold.
He looked extremely handsome (and extremely tall) in his royal blue robes and his matching graduating velvet hat, with the long woven gold tassel hanging on the side, placed perfectly on the crown of his head. The long brown bangs hung in front of his stony sapphire eyes made him exotic yet professional, with his never-smiling tan face concealing the pressed soft fleshes that made him look like a walking statue.
A very gorgeous walking statue.
He was towering above all his fellow graduates, at least a head taller than everyone else. Only Tristan Taylor was able to match the width of his shoulders (who had long since joined the sports teams with Jounouchi Katsuya).
A few unnamed girls in his graduating class were hushed and mesmerized at how good-looking Seto was as he walked pass them and into his line. The music started, violins, flutes, and the old librarian played the piano quite beautifully as the entire square of the park was covered with streamers, balloons, school flags and colors, multiple snaps of camera, and the sound of sniffing weepy mothers and grinning proud fathers. Photographers and reporters surround outside the area with their own cameras, cam quarters, notepads, and microphones. They wanted to make this the best day for the most famous and eligible teenager in the world.
Mokuba frowned a little knowing when Seto walked up to the stage to receive his diploma, that not many people had clapped for him for the reason that they didn't know him very well, didn't like him, or…didn't know him very well…or didn't like him…
"WOO! KAIBA!" Little Yugi clapped his hands.
"YA GO MONEY-BAGS!" Jounouchi and Honda whooped. Ryou whistled through his fingers.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Anzu cried with her hands cupping around her mouth.
But the little boy was smiling again when Yugi's group was applauding and whistling when Seto's name was called. Mokuba saw that his skeptical analytical blue eyes drifted and scanned at them and his little brother. Seto didn't move his mouth to smile or to frown, he lowered his eyes and accepted his scroll of parchment tied in a dark blue bow with a soft polite murmur of thanks.
At last it was for his older brother's valedictorian speech.
Seto Kaiba stood above in the podium, with his clean white sheet of the typed speech that he just wrote up in one hour without giving a damn about what meant most to him in Domino High or whatever amateur crap was expected... Actually now that the CEO puts some thought into it, he had no idea what he wrote.
Mokuba watched how his eyes kept falling in focus for a short moment at Yugi's group, before starting with the thank you's for the school faculty and the student body for taking the time for the decorating the park.
"…the time here in Domino High…" the little boy could have sworn half of the people in the audience and the graduates were waiting for the cursing of their lifetime. He could have affirmed his brother's eyes lay longer at the same exact place where he kept shooting glances at.
Seto took a breath, closing his eyes for a split second and opening them up again. "…was impeccable…"
WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY defines impeccable – adj. having no flaws, flawless; perfect; incapable of having any wrongs or sins.
The audience were hushed, surprised that Seto Kaiba ACTUALLY said something NICE! ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAMMIT! HOLY HELL HAS FROZEN OVER PEOPLE!
Mokuba glanced behind him for reassurance from his fellow friends only to see Jounouchi and Honda's dropped jaws, Yugi's purple eyes wide open, Ryou was running a hand over his snow white hair, and Anzu…
…she didn't seem any different…
She was just sitting there with her hands folded, her soft smiling face was unfazed, her blue eyes staring and looking only at Seto—
As so were Seto's…
Mokuba could have bet that his bow tie was spinning and pigs were flying over his head. He wanted to scream really, really, really, really, really loudly! IT WAS SO UNPREDICTABLE!
And looking around the large crowd, it seemed that only he knew…
Take note: Thirteen year old younger brothers are very intuitive.
After the graduation ceremony had ended quite pleasantly, everyone was running around. Girls burst into tears and hugging the living hell out of their friends. High school sweethearts kissed each other passionately in front of cameras. Boys were joshing each other and trying to see how far they can throw their velvet hats into the garbage can that was five yards away from them, family members patted the backs of the children, who were now all young adults, cars pulled away, the freedom walkers chased each other in their blue robes, and Mokuba waited patiently by the swing set next to a large beech tree.
"Come on Anzu! We're going to go to the Kame Game Shop!"
"Just go without me guys!"
"Suit yourself!"
He could see far away from him, was the famous group in Domino High that consisted of almost all boys except for the attractive girl with cropped brown hair and bright blue eyes running to catch up with someone tall and towering.
"Kaiba! Wait!"
Seto stopped walking and turned around, glancing at her with light eyes. A sort of stare that he never offered to anyone else on the exception of his little brother. There Mokuba jumped off his swing seat immediately when the boy and girl stood close underneath the beech tree. He hid behind some tall bushes, so secluded that they wouldn't be able to see him.
Anzu broke into a huge happy smile, "That was a very marvelous speech, Kaiba, you shouldn't have walked away almost so instantly…" she chuckled, closing her eyes for a moment that she could not have caught a hint of a handsome smile Seto gave her.
Mokuba's eyes bulged into the sizes of saucers. What's going on…?
His cerulean eyes looked at the girl warily, with a sort of emotion—emotions he couldn't define. Admiration. Possessiveness. Want. Need. Guilt. And something else he'd thought he seen before. His stony gaze looked into her own set of pure blue orbs, into her soul…of all things Mokuba had never seen in his big brother's eyes.
"Don't…you have to go…?" Seto asked tiredly, of course he stayed up all night furiously typing on his damn laptop for some work that needed to be done.
"Not yet," Anzu smiled, brushing a few strands over her ear, "I wanted to congratulate you, that's all!"
He nodded apprehensively.
The girl was so persistent, "I was wondering if you like to come with me to the shop? You hang out before the big break…and bring Mokuba if you want. All we're going to be doing is watch a couple of rented movies, maybe get bloated after eating so much junk food…" she hinted into a suggestion.
The breeze softly blew their short tresses. Like the most regret Mokuba had ever seen in his face that no one could ever see, Seto shook his head after a long silent moment, "I cannot, unfortunately…" he said sincerely in a grave tone. No sarcastic comment, no cold gesture to push her away like everyone else he had done to.
"Oh…" Anzu murmured disappointedly, "Well I hope you could still—"
"I might not…" Seto whispered, interrupting her tersely.
Anzu's beautiful blue eyes crowned into trembling half-lidded crescents. She walked up to him with careful movements, her feet trend towards him like a real ballerina, she engulf her arms around his middle, her forehead pressing so closely under his collar bones.
"Congratulations…Seto…" Anzu murmured in his royal blue robe. She said it. She said his name. Not only just his name. His first name.
A hug…she gave it so willingly to him…Seto hesitantly tried to hug her or touch her, but he couldn't seem to move. He breathed in her lovely scent, treasured her warmth, savoring this unwanted moment as long as possible. When Anzu took his frozen state and stoic face as rejection to her kindness, she released him with a tear rolling down her smooth cheek.
The young woman smiled sadly, "You really don't be with us, huh…?"
Seto didn't say anything. Mute. Deaf. But not yet blind as he looked upon her face, his sight covering more than her body, further than the visible flesh, from the neck to her chest, into her heart, into her blood, into her life…something so rare and so complex Mokuba had a hard time seeing it all. His intense gaze wrapped around her like a security blanket that covered her completely, keeping her warm…safe…
"At least…I hope…I-I can see you later on in my life, I guess…" the girl said for that last time, turning away with soft steps away from him.
Seto's eyes lowered as he still looked at her form moving away and away from him. The back of her head was all that was the simple sample of what two eyes were concealed in front. She walked so gracefully, her shoulders hunched with sadness that she would no sooner forget and dive herself in the happiness she deserved. His instruments of sight closed tightly, squeezing out all unfailing emotion, and he turned around too, walking to the limousine parked, waiting for him.
He spotted Mokuba who had accidentally walked out of the bushes one second too late, Seto then knew. He knew.
"Mokuba," Seto said indifferently. His little brother was shaking nervously.
"B-Big B-Brother…I-I—"
"It's okay…" Seto whispered, his eyes looked at him lightly, "It's alright…"
The boy with messy black hair lowered his head with sadness.
"Let's…go home…shall we?" The oldest Kaiba muttered, holding out his hand.
Mokuba took his hand into his.
To be continued…
Okay I can't exactly write down what happens next, but you'll know.