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Chapter II

On the Brink of Insanity


By definition, Seto Kaiba was extraordinarily handsome. More so than her friend Ryuuji Otogi, who basically acquired every girl except herself in his little fan club. Though, it wasn't Kaiba's appealing presence which held any of her personal interests. Poetic she wasn't, but in regards to Seto Kaiba's ice blue eyes, she wasn't sure of herself anymore. They were obscenely gorgeous, bordered with thick ebony lashes which intensified the secrets of their endless depths. To put it simply, Anzu Mazaki had found herself enthralled by the new student.

Blinking away her wayward thoughts, Anzu realized that it wasn't only she, who had been trapped in the fog of his good looks. Every female present was visibly admiring the man standing at the helm. They were drawn to him like a bitch in heat, and Anzu felt the sting of shame that she was among the masses.

How was it that the mere presence of this man--who was a stranger no less-- able to arouse such complex and irritating feelings? She felt needy, weak and powerless and she began to loathe him for his profound effect on her. As if he'd heard her harsh sentiment, his eyes darted to her face and she gulped involuntarily as his gaze seared her soul.

Like a butterfly whose wings were singed by his fiery flames.

Anzu choked on her gasp as she recalled the words she had chanted in her dreams. Did she fear him as she did the faceless phantom? She shook her head vehemently. She wasn't trapped in a nightmare and her feelings were recognized as the beginnings of lust. Almost hesitantly, Anzu lifted her eyes and met his again across the length of the room. A dangerous smirk danced on his lips and she momentarily glared at him.

He may be a fine and virile specimen of a man, but just like any other good looking male, he was conceited and arrogant. Her evaluation of him did nothing to quell the desire mounting in the pit of her stomach, but it managed to make her temporarily unresponsive. Besides, Anzu thought with a dismissing sigh, he obviously wouldn't be interested in her.

"If everyone would stop gawking," Miss Kitamura said, cutting through the building fantasies in every girls' mind. "I'm sure Mr. Kaiba would like to get acquainted with you all." The blond woman gave him her most endearing smile which showcased her perfect white teeth.

Her behavior prompting Anzu to shake her head repulsively while muttering a quick, "And I bet you want to be the first person he gets "acquainted" with." Thankfully no one heard, but she suspected Yuugi did, because his cheeks were puffed out with self contained laughter. Anzu winked at him and almost lost it as he struggled to breathe. She smothered her own little giggles and focused on Miss Kitamura, instantly viewing the amused look the new student was giving her. Anzu ignored him as the teacher continued, this time without the breathy voice.

"So, Mr. Kaiba, if you wouldn't mind taking the empty seat next to Miss Mazaki, we can begin the lesson."

Anzu quite literally almost suffered a heart attack. She brought startled eyes to the polished nuisance beside her, and was sorely tempted to thrash the offending object, thus preventing him from sitting there. Of course, said action would land her in detention, but right now, she was desperate enough to risk it. Sadly, her plans were thrown into chaos because the dominating presence of Seto Kaiba, descended upon her like the Holy Grail. She tried despairingly to offer him a smile, but it was impossible to commit at the sight of his agitating smirk.

He sat.

Elegantly and showing an amount of grace which ordinary guys lacked in general. Maybe he isn't normal, Anzu thought wryly. Maybe he was an extraterrestrial who came to earth to learn about the public school system. Her inside joke made a bubble of laughter rise from her throat.

"What is so amusing?" Anzu's eyes widened as she stared unblinkingly at the newest arrival. She was torn between lying and telling the truth, and for once in three days, she opted for honesty.

"I was actually thinking that you were an extraterrestrial, who came to earth in hopes of learning about our public school system." What was meant to be an air of flippancy, dissolved into a teasing grin and the twinkling of her cerulean eyes. Perfect she thought sarcastically. He didn't seem to mind her conjecture of him, only increased the size of his smirk, and she speculated if that was his way of smiling.

"Interesting." He said, and Anzu could feel her heart thudding loudly against her rib cage. She may not like his arrogant expressions, but she enjoyed the sound of his drawling voice. "I guess I was right." He stopped abruptly, pegging her curiosity. "You're definitely different from the other girls here." As an after thought he tacked on, "I believe I like that."

Anzu turned away from him and stared in front of her, as Miss Kitamura began teaching. She could felt her pulse quickening and her stomach tightening into knots. As much as she wanted to pretend he didn't say that, her traitorous mind held onto the comment and exulted in it. She was inviting feelings she normally held at bay, but this man was turning her world upside down with just a few words. What would happen if he were to touch her?


After school, Anzu declined an invitation to the arcade and began her short trip home. Her thoughts were conflicting throughout the day and she felt the wind ruffle her hair as a stylish limousine drove past her.

Kaiba.

Apparently the new student was the CEO of KaibaCorp; the international gaming corporation which designed merchandise for the famed duel monsters game. If she was an avid fan of the competitive sport like most people, she would have known earlier. If Yuugi hadn't told her, she would have never even realized it. Not that she cared, because she would rather stay away from the likes of the incredibly handsome man.

He was nothing but trouble and she had reached that conclusion every time he was sitting beside her. The tantalizing smell of his cologne, coupled with his own masculine scent, was enough to warrant a trip to confession, or perhaps to a convent, where she could commit herself and be free of any man who shared his prowess. Her impulsive urges were putting a strain on her, and if Miss Kitamura didn't reassign seats, she would throw a hissy fit!

Unlocking the front door to her house, Anzu walked inside and gave a weak, "I'm home." Not that it held any significance since she was alone for the month. Her "loving" and "doting" parents decided business was their forte, and child rearing ceased, as soon as the child was old enough to be left without the supervision of an adult. That age was sixteen, and even though most teenagers would love to be in her position, Anzu couldn't be bothered. She had never had a strong bond with her parents, but sometimes she wished they remembered they had a daughter.

"Wishful thinking Anzu?" She questioned herself and strolled over to the refrigerator, with the intent of finding something to eat. She chose some left over pizza and a can of grape soda. After reheating the mess of cheese and various saussages, Anzu retired to her bedroom for the night. Her grades were in jeopardy and she had to brush up on her studies, particularly Japanese Literature. Once that task was completed, she would take pleasure in a nice warm bath. Maybe a weekend trip to the onsen with her friends might relieve some of her tensions. She made a mental note to ask them about it later.

An hour and a half later, Anzu packed away her books and prepared her long awaited bath. She twisted her neck from side to side in an effort to release the cricks she had accumulated. Adding some therapeutic lavender bath oil to the filling tub, she stripped and gratefully sank into the scented liquid.

"This is perfect." She mumbled in delight, her body continuing to submerge into the depths of the porcelain tub. Her eyes grew languid with satisfaction but she forced them to remain open. Regardless of the relaxing atmosphere, she wouldn't allow herself to drift off. Her will was strong, immensely so, and she took every precaution so as to not fall asleep.

"Anzu." Her breathing stilled, and she sat up in the bathtub, wondering if she'd just imagined the sound of that achingly familiar voice. "Come to me Anzu."

Oh god.

She hadn't imagined it. It was real. He was real. "Impossible." She hissed with conviction. He couldn't be real, not when her subconscious had created him and granted him life, because that person could never exist outside of her mind. "Go away you're not real!"

"Aren't I?"

Anzu gasped, as his breath warmed her ear and she turned around hastily, seeing no one behind her. Without giving it another thought, she scampered out of the tub dripping wet and reached for a towel on the rack, eyes darting to every corner of the en suite as she wrapped the towel around her shaking body. She'd neglected to put on her slippers and paid the price as she skidded on the damp floor.

Muffling an explicit curse, she regained her balance and dashed for the safety of her bedroom. It wouldn't make a difference, but she would at at least be able to collect her thoughts. Anzu locked the connecting door with a discernible click and eyed the phone on her mahogany nightstand. Even if she were to call the police, what would she say?

"Please help! There is a man who escaped my dreams and is now terrorizing me in my house!"

They would give her a one way ticket to an asylum. She looked out the window, noting the changing sky, and suddenly, she didn't want night to fall. She wished her parents were here, or one of her friends, to comfort and reassure her that this was all in her imagination, and that she wasn't going crazy.

"You're not going crazy Anzu." He affirmed for her, appearing instantly, breath tingling the shell of her ear and she gulped as her pulse skittered dangerously beneath her chilled skin. "Calm down." He muttered nipping her neck to suppress her growing anxiety. "I won't hurt you. Ever." Yet despite his words, she felt battered and worn, and she wanted nothing more than for him to leave her.

"Why are you here? How are you here?"

"That's my little secret." He whispered smoothly and trailed his tongue up the length of her neck, before returning to caress it with tiny kisses. The effect he had on her was troubling, and she felt his hands wander over her body, fingers dipping into valley of her breasts which were accessible through the towel. Her anatomy resisted her mind's urgent calls, and she tipped her head back with a moan, as his hand surrounded her left breast with a scalding warmth.

"Stop." She protested softly, hating the huskiness in her voice. Her body was sensitive after her bath, and each brush of his fingers, enticed and elicited breathy moans from her mouth. His arm; muscled and strong, surrounded her waist and Anzu struggled as her emotions were being ripped to shreds. His lips incessant and wet against her neck, as her laved the skin with a skilled tongue. It was the calm before the storm, as his teeth sunk into the sensitized flesh, canines driving in deeper and she listened to his contented suckling as her eyes misted over. "Vampire?" She questioned sceptically as her vision faded to black, his soft pained whisper a parting gift.

"Forgive me."

When Anzu regained consciousness, she realized that she was still in her bathtub. The water having gone cold and a chill present in the air. Everything seemed exactly as she'd remembered it. The towels were dry and hanging on the rack, and there were no water spills on the tiled floor. So was it another dream? It felt so real, but then again, don't all dreams feel that way? Her shoulders grew with tension and she raised a hand to soothe the ache, only to become rigid as her fingers discovered something sticky on her neck. With a baited breath, she removed her hand slowly and viewed the smudges of blood on her fingertips. The crimson glaze had her quivering with nervousness, and she hurried over to the mirror, only to scream at the sight of the fresh puncture wounds on her neck.

"No way..."


A/N: First I would like to clear up a few things about our vampire friend.

He's a pervert. Nah, I'm just kidding. Actually in this story vampires aren't all undead and cold and creepy. They're similar to humans except the fact that they are immortal and such. The next chapter will clarify all of this.

I will try to update sooner, but you guys know about the hardships of school and the annoying exams. I swear, if I see another airline door, I'll kill somebody! Well I can imagine it at least.

Anyways, please review and let me know if you like KBTD version 2.0!