Hey guys, I know it's been a while, just rewrote this first chapter, ugh, it took almost 3 hours!! Anyway, I'll be updating a lot more now that it's Spring Break, so most of my old stories should be reposted and rewritten by the end of this week.
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The park in the middle of a huge city is a nice thing to hang around in. You can hear people giggling and couples talking, little kids jumping and playing around. In winter, it's all the same, except for there's snow, it's colder, and the time you spend hopping dancing and singing around is slightly shorter. But all in all, it's still a fanatical sight, and very, very, breathtaking.
How ever, there are a few people who hate the snow, and loathe everything about it. They would complain it's wet, makes weird noises, and is very cold. These people tend to be colder than the snow around them, but who cares?
How ever, two people from these two groups can have a lot in common. A lot to talk about, argue about, and have fun around each other. And these people have an odd way of meeting one another. Usually by accident, which my friends, is how this story begins…
For it seems love works in mysterious ways. No one would think the owner of a famous company would come out to walk in the snow. No one would ever think a beautiful dancer would skip her dance lessons to look at tiny ice crystals. But they did.
Seto groaned, his cell phone kept ringing that stupid Nokia tune. (Don't own that) The urge to throw the cell phone into the snow and leave it there forever, or perhaps take it home and burn it in some, ritualistic way, was over whelming. But then again he had agreed to Mokuba to live a little Evil child..
Exactly how this phone was supposed to help him live at all was beyond him. It felt like every time he turned around, or in this case, took a step, the annoying jingle would come from his jacket pocket, reminding him that, hey, the business couldn't run without him. And thus it seemed that, no matter where he went, he was as trapped by work as he had been while in the office.
His thought of self loathing, ritualistic killings, and the future groundings of his little brother, however, were cut short, as a dead weight ran into him. And, while the sidewalk was rushing towards his face, he couldn't help but find the entire situation a bit funny. For, no matter how annoying it was going to be to dry clean his clothes once they were soaked with snow, it would be worth it, as he shifted his hands, using his phone to break his fall.
Anzu, on the other hand, had been enjoying herself. Running around in the newly fallen snow felt new to her. And as the snow gave that very satisfying crunch underneath her boots, only one thought seemed to run through her mind. I've done this so many times, but it's always refreshing.
And the she was forced to think about how ridiculous she was for being so utterly elated. Her parents were on vacation without her, and Yugi was away with the gang, on a week-long cruise. While now, her only thoughts were loathing towards herself as she skipped along the snow-covered sidewalk, her decision had felt like a perfectly good idea to her at the time. Of course, her thoughts at the time had been slightly defiant, for her parents had yet to announce their vacation. Who, in their right mind, would go on a cruise with their friends, instead of staying home, with her family, during Christmas?
As Anzu continued to walk along the sidewalk, the fact that the walk was covered in ice, covered in a light layer of snow, never crossed her mind until she saw someone in front of her, and made her stop a little too quickly.
A small bit of panic struck through her chest as her feet slipped out from under her. Not wanting to land on her back, and possibly crack her head, she lurched forward, and her forehead hit the back of the figure in front of her. "Oof!" A short cry was made from the person, as they both headed towards the ground.
A rather dark thought ran through the young billionaire by the time he realized who had run into him. Oh great, idiots and evil brothers today, my life is perfect. Among the small chuckles from those waking by, the only thing he could hear was that annoying voice, repeating "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," over and over again. His hand twitched as he wondered whether or not to shove what was left of his phone down her throat, when the rather morbid thought was halted by the unending gaze that she was giving him.
Seeming to freeze in some Sci-Fi time-lapse, deep blue orbs looked into icy eyes that would have put the snow to shame, had it been blue. But it wasn't. The cold of the snow seeping into her jeans was lost for a moment, as she pondered this predicament. Since when does the CEO of Kaiba Industries go outside? Isn't he.. A workaholic?
Seto raised a ticked-off eyebrow, feeling slightly under pressure under her gaze. "Yes Mazaki?" A feeling of egotistical standards ran through him as Anzu winced at the icy tone. Not the least bit feeling bad as she stood up, embarrassed. "Watch where you're going, annoying little cheerleader." He muttered the last few words, but his expression got the point across nicely as she bowed and stuttered an apology, before running off.
Coming back home the young dancer turned on the radio. Because one of her least favorite songs to dance to was on she changed the station. A sparkling melody streamed out of the speakers, and she counted out a few steps, mouthing out a "Five, six, seven, eight," before letting herself begin to dance to the music.
The soft instruments played with the air, making her usually quick movements settle as the music seemed to settle into a monotonous pace. She hit a button of the radio with her toe, patiently finding a new song, one she knew to be more upbeat, and let her body fall into a different rhythm.
Anzu's breathe felt caught in her throat as a beautiful voice sang over the instruments of the song. Her movements didn't quite fit the feeling as she continued to dance. Her movements changed once again, and she shifted from one dance to the other, none fitting quite the way it needed to.
One step too far, one flick of her hands too slow. She growled as the feeling frustration completely tore at her. Her parents weren't home so she allowed herself to scream at the feeling that had developed in her throat. Unbeknownst to her, she began to dance in a different way than she usually did, much more fluid than her normally sharp movements allowed. One of her movements sparked the memory of the past few hours.
She saw the walk in the park flash through her mind as once again the song became calm, turning from it's chorus, down into a softer verse. Her body idled in small movements, and she allowed herself to relive that moment, for reasons she didn't care to think about.
She felt that moment when she slid into Kaiba, falling into the unforgiving, and, now that she thought of it, wet snow, and an uncomfortable feeling ran through and shocked her thoughts clear. Her chest felt tight, and she unconsciously bent over backwards, trying to stretch her abdomen out.
She remembered the almost hateful gaze he had when he looked upon her, and the tightening in her chest became akin to pain. And, whether in emotional or physical pain, a tear fell down, staining her face and clouding her vision and movements. Stumbling forward a bit, she grabbed a tissue and blew her nose, folding it up and dotting around her eyes. Her hips began to sway with the music, and she sighed, losing herself in the melody of the song, and into the rhythm of her movements.
Seto, had gone back to work, the walk in the park was all the 'living up' he needed for the day. So what if he was dripping wet from the snow, and he was freezing, he was still going to work. All of his workers could go roll out in the snow for all he cared. Why did they get to be dry?
His cell phone rang again and he looked at his phone in amazement. No, no, there was no was it could've survived the fall. And for a second or two, he scanned the phone, trying to figure out how to answer the phone.
Feeling a slight uplifting of his cold, dripping wet ego when he found the small green button, he clicked it, and held it sort-of close to his ear, slightly wondering how the speaker had been effected, had it been effected at all.
"Hello..?" Slightly miffed that his voice sounded even the least shaken, he was taken aback by the voice at the other end, "I Quit!" A dial tone followed the statement, and for a second, he stood, in the middle of a street mind you, for Seto Kaiba doesn't simply stop when he gets to the sidewalk, fuming over the fact that a person had hung up on him!
Then another spark of anger rose through him as he began to comprehend the voice. Mokuba… Finally crossing the street, he fumed as he walked the last few blocks to his house. Of course that had been Mokuba's babysitter. And, somehow, the little bundle of so-called joy had driven the woman to near insanity while he'd been gone. And, the little boy had managed to do this, in the less than half-hour he'd been gone.
By the time he reached the mansion, the babysitter was just getting into her car and driving away. Fuming he swung the doors open, and was greeted by a loud blasting of music, so loud that at first, he thought he'd stepped into a rock concert.
"MOKUBAAAA!!"
Somehow, his little brother heard him over the blasting, and the music went down until it was a barely heard melody that roamed throughout the hallways. He reached it, the living room in this monster of a house, and pitched forward until he collapsed upon his favorite chair, right next to the wonderful, God-given heater.
He was understandably hesitant to get up and work into his office, and the ever-ringing phone in his pocket only deepened the feeling. He fished the phone out of the black slacks, tossing it from hand to hand for a few seconds, before throwing it in the fireplace. He let his head fall back, and felt himself rest farther down into the chair, as the last few lines of the lyrics filtered through the multiple speakers in the house.
Our little dancer began to slow as she heard the song slow, to the point where dancing became inappropriate, for she couldn't dance to the sorrow of the last few lines.
Still lost in the music, her eyes drifted closed, and the only thing she could truly do was sway slightly, her lips mouthing out the words.
The last few chords slowed to a stop and her body froze. Her body opposing the feeling of slipping from the comfort of dancing to the reality of life. Seto, on the other hand, was slipping from the edges of reality as he began to doze off in his chair, his head falling back.
In his dream, he remembered the walk on the cold, slippery concrete, the weight and warmth that had hit him on the way towards the fountain. The look in the young woman's eyes when her gaze had met his. How her voice shook with shyness as she apologized to him, and the coldness of the snow underneath them. How her cheeks flushed, at first from the cold, but then with anger as he'd dismissed her. Her stiff movements as she'd walked away.
It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. When he was angry, things that he hadn't truly noticed would come back to him in magnification. Things like this helped when he was asked or confronted about such things, and it always helped to know exactly what happened after an argument. And, altogether, like most thing, the dream of the pretty brunette was forgotten as the dream shifted to just him and Mokuba, watching and talking about the stars.
The next day there was nothing to really do. Winter break was still in full effect, and little kids were running around in their yards, building snowmen, and breaking through the thin air with their high-pitched laughter.
Anzu stepped up to her bedroom window, drawing lazy patterns in the thin layer of frost and condensation. The ice, made her head hurt, for it reminded her of things, like cold, like loneliness, like Seto.
"Arrg! Why is he still in my mind?" She growled at the walls, for, by some act of house-building construction, it was all their fault. They stared back at her, showing no emotion, which, of course, they wouldn't. They were walls. But all that this dancer of ours could think about was the unemotional Seto Kaiba.
Cursing her evil, traitorous house, she began to pull a sweater, some jeans, and fuzzy socks from her closet and dresser. Evil house. I'm not going to stay here with these walls. I'm going out. Quickly, Anzu stepped into her shoes and jacket, and into the cold, winter air.
All of a sudden, the young woman found herself atop a large stairway, that led to the mansion. And not just any mansion, mind you, but the formidable Kaiba mansion. And by formidable, I mean that it towered over her like a drunken member of a biker gang. What am I doing here?
To tell the truth, she had no idea. Her body had been in complete autopilot during the whole walk. In fact, she didn't even remember crossing the busy street and intersection that separated her neighborhood from the mansions. Whoops.
What do I do, what do I do? Unbeknownst to her, she lifted her finger and, a second too late, realized that her body was still on whatever autopilot she had. Her finger pushed on the doorbell, and for a second, she stood in shock of the chimes that went off. Almost immediately, the door opened, and she was blasted with warm air, looking down to see the confused little ten year old looking back up at her.
Mokuba's ears had perked, and he'd jumped up when the doorbell rang. He rushed over to the door and opened it, wanting to see who was on the other side, while searching his memory, trying to remember if his brother had invited anyone over. A stunned, blond maid stood behind him, a bit dazed that he had gotten there before her.
A pair of blue eyes met his. "Anzu?" For half a second, they simply stared at each other, before Anzu broke into a brilliant smile. "Mokuba! I haven't seen you in a while!" The child's eyes widened and he crushed her into a hug. Anzu giggled softly and returned it, ruffling up his hair.
"Hey, how about we go out for hot chocolate and some yummy croissants, my treat!" Anzu smiled brightly at the Kaiba brother, awaiting his response, "Yeah!" Anzu held an arm out to keep the excited and energized body of the Kaiba from running out the door and past her. And, being the energetic and excited little boy he was, he ran into her arms before he completely saw it.
"Don't you need to ask your brother first?"
"Mazaki is right Mokuba," an icy voice murmured from behind the maid, and long fingers rested on the boy's shoulder. Icy met azure. Anzu stiffened and her eyes widened. For a second, she couldn't breathe.
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