"You just need to settle down," Kaiba grumbled to the voice on the other line while stuffing a big fork-full of turkey and mashed potatoes into his mouth. He was seated at the head of a large Thanksgiving meal, Mokuba at his side, staring at his plate, his stomach growling.

"I just can't believe I'm late for my favorite holiday…" Anzu whined. Deep inside, she cringed from the sound of Kaiba's chewing. He chewed loudly when he was mad.

"Seto, I'm hungry-" Mokuba began to whine but was interrupted.

"Shut up, Mokuba!" Kaiba yelled fiercely. Mokuba cringed and was silent.

Anzu held back here tears. "…bye."

She hung up the phone. She knew that she was going to be punished later tonight. She was never to be late for dinner, let alone for Thanksgiving. The baby's crying in the back seat only made her nerves even more upset.
She pulled into the driveway and carried her baby-daughter into the mansion. Her senses lit up from the scent of cinnamon and feasting. But there was no merriment. She could almost see a dark cloud emerging from the dining room as her husband, Kaiba, strudded on the elaborate carpet. His robes brushed the floor with their vibrant colors.

"You are late." He said, his hands behind his back.

"I know. I'm sorry, I was picking up Sakura-"

"I did not ask you to speak!" Kaiba screamed. They heard a yell from the dining room.

"STOP FIGHTING!" Mokuba cried, running to Anzu and hugging her waste. "I hate you, Seto! C'mon, Oka-san, let's escape."

Anzu escaped with her daughter and Mokuba, who was practically her son. They didn't know what destiny had in store for them, all they knew was that they were free.