A.N.: Well, here's the start to that idea of a muti-chapter songfic I was blabbering about in "Dust in the Wind". The characters weren't too hard to pick, but the song choice was a bit more tedious. I needed something long, romantic, and that I could work with. After pretty much going through my entire catalogue of music, I settled on Whenever I Say Your Name by Sting and Mary J. Blige. I'll be breaking the song up by verses, and putting them before the start of every chapter, and trying my damnest to keep loyal to the actual words in the song.

The lyrics in italics are Sting, and thereby will parallel the male P.O.V.; a.k.a, Seto. The bold are Blige, and therefore are Anzu's. If they're both bolded and italicized, common sense would deduce that it's a duet, and both characters will actually be in contact. (It'll start making sense when we get deeper into the story, I promise.)

This'll be starting out on the very first few days of a blooming relationship between the two, so the random contact isn't totally out of the blue. There's been interest shown on both parts; this is the story of how that interest flourished into love.

Anyways, on to the interesting part: the story.

Sacred Name

Whenever I say your name

Whenever I call to mind your face
Whatever bread's in my mouth

Whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Whenever your memory feeds my soul

Whatever got broken becomes whole
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

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Seto

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He really should've been working. The screen was mocking him in its screensaver mode, and his annoyingly chipper secretary was out to lunch. It was quiet, and he was alone, and…he was wasting time on wondering what type of chocolate was her favorite. Growling at himself and abruptly standing, Seto Kaiba started to pace a circuit in his spacious office.

The new dueling equipment was due any day, and he should've been tracking the shipment. Three new cards had been introduced, and he should've been seeing how to integrate them into the system. Microsoft had introduced a new processor, and he should've been checking to see if it was similar to the model Kaiba Corp. had put out in Japan five months ago.

Instead, the brunette dancer who had insisted on hanging out with the moron squad also insisted on plaguing his mind. Her eyes, her hair, her grace…

"Even her bloody speeches..." the tall male mumbled to himself.

He was honestly sick of being so distracted. Mokuba was catching on, and as much as he despised the meetings held once a week, he had missed the past two, and his employees were also starting to wonder. He needed to get back on task, before his company and sanity started to suffer. He didn't actually mind the girl herself, in all sincerity, but she was so damn distracting!

Snarling at his lack productivity, Seto made up his mind to snatch back at least the rest of the day, and to get back on top of his empire.

Sweeping to his desk, he pressed the call button on his phone. After a moment or two, he again pressed the button, and impatiently waited for his secretary to return from lunch. As he was reaching for the button a third time, the blonde woman answered back, albeit a bit breathless.

"Yes, sir?"

"It's 1:06, Kanzaki. You're to be back at your desk at 1pm promptly." Came the testy retort. After a pause in the communication, the reply came back.

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry. It will never happen again. Was there anything you needed?"

"You have Miss Mazaki's address, correct?"

"Yes, sir, right here!"

"Call down to the nearest confectionary shop in New York. Have them deliver their best chocolates to her apartment."

"Yes, sir." The assistant called back, a smile in her voice. Slyly, she slipped in the next question. "Do you wish any cards to be sent along with the gift?"

After thinking, the blue-eyed youth responded.

"The usual card for when I send flowers. And have a red rose delivered with the gift. And Kanzaki?"

"Yes sir?"

"Don't meddle like you did last time."

"…yes sir."

Giving a little 'hmm' at the now silent machine, Seto set back to his work, mind focused on the task at hand.

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"Key, kid."

Looking up, Mokuba smiled at his elder brother as he walked into the dining room.

"Hey, big brother. How was your day?"

"The same. How was school?"

"Boring."

"Mokuba…" came the warning, but the black haired child only grinned.

"Don't worry, Seto, I'm not causing trouble. It's just we're going over some of the most simple things, and the teacher won't let me move ahead, and no one else in the class gets the material, so we end up just reviewing the same things over and over…"

Nodding his head to the servant who set his meal in front of him, Seto turned his attention to his younger sibling.

"I remember having the same trouble."

Mokuba's eyes calmed a little at his brother's admission, and he relaxed.

"Really? What did you do?"

"I was moved ahead in the subjects I was excelling at. Stayed about the same level with literature, though…" For his brother's benefit, he gave a grimace, causing Mokuba to laugh. "I'll speak to your principal, and see when we can do the same for you."

"Thanks, Seto!"

Smiling, the CEO finally relaxed and noticed what food had been set before him.

"Mokuba, did you ask for parmesan chicken again?"

A sheepish grin met his question, and Seto chuckled a little at his kin's fondness for Italian food. Shaking his head, he motioned for the ever vigilant servant, who swiftly brought a bottle of red wine and a glass to sit next to his plate, and poured a liberal amount of the alcohol for the 19 year old.

Looking towards his brother again, Kaiba stopped the servant from moving away. "A glass for Mokuba, too."

After the boy had been served, the brown haired man raised his glass, waiting for a similar motion. As the glassed touched with a clink, Seto toasted, "To literature."

Mokauba's laugh echoed through the room, and the two carried on into comfortable conversation.

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"Three- fucking- am!" Came the muffled exclamation. A frustrated growl followed, along with a down pillow being hurled across the darkened room. "Damnit, woman! You persist in haunting me at the most inopportune times…" Turning over to lay on his back, Seto gave a low moan and rubbed his face.

"I'm acting like some lovelorn sap from high school." He berated himself.

Sitting up, the teen twitched a little and smoothly removed himself from his bed, heading for the phone. Picking up the device, he dialed a number he somehow knew by heart, and waited for the long distance call to connect. As soon as the greeting came over the line, he breathed a name that had both troubled and soothed him for the past two months.

"Anzu…"

A.N.: I know, a little strange, but hopefully the second chapter will start tying it together. Like I said before, with the way I broke up the lyrics, this chapter was solely focused on Seto. The next one should be Anzu's, then on to the contact-ish part where they actually communicate :squeals:. Happy times, people.

…Oh, yeah, and to Bill Gates: please don't sue me. I mentioned your company, yes, but I'm not making any money. Honestly, my college books fund will be a stretch this year. T.T I was young and needed the money!