"Those eyes..." Mokuba glanced to his brother and blinked in surprise at the odd look plastered to the man's face as the young women stood tall and smiled to the crowd. His voice could hardly be heard as he mumbled to himself. "It can't be."

Mokuba looked back towards the woman and grinned as she looked directly at them with a bright, welcoming smile. She then lifted her head to the crowd and began to speak in a gentle, soothing tone that seemed to draw you attention to her, no matter how hard you tried to ignore the sweet sound of her voice.

"Good evening, everyone," she said, " My name is Anzu Mazaki."

Chapter One

Eyes widening ever-so-slightly, the older Kaiba gripped the armrest separating his and Mokuba's seat and dug his fingers into the plush fabric, an attempt to calm his nerves. Those ocean-blue eyes, the same that had once always been full of rage or gleaming with childish hope so many years ago, were focused on him, calm, confident and enchanting. He had to fight the urge to look away and feign disgust to mask his shock, but Seto Kaiba was above that. He was one of the most powerful men in the world, no friendship cheerleader was going to change that, so the CEO stood [sat] firm and answered her eyes with a steady gaze. He already imagine her reaction, he could almost she her becoming flustered and huff at his indifference, just like she would when they were high school students.

However, to the duelist's surprise, the dancer's gaze did not remain on him, sweeping over the entire crowd seated in the theatre, and she gave no indication that his presence meant any more to her than the next person, she made no fuss and kept a professional face, all the while being nearly aglow with pride and happiness. Curious about this drastic shift in persona, the CEO straightened slightly, his eyes never leaving her figure for a second, and surprisingly, she never answered his stare. The notion was peculiar, if not intriguing, to the businessman who had decided to take this opportunity to admire her physically, as he was positive every other grown and sensible man in the audience was.

His gaze, icy blue and meticulous in every possible way, started at her feet, bare and slim, looking soft as silk yet as strong as bricks; and followed every curve and dip of her fully-grown body, etching into his mind with pain-staking detail the incomparable beauty of her being as she took a deep breath and spoke with all fondness, from the bottom of her heart, before thousands of people.

"It is my pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final performance of this year's graduating class." Her legs looked smooth, without a cut or scar in sight to mar the skin. Slim, as if they were so delicate that they would break any second, Kaiba knew the expands of limb that stretched upward from her ankles were toned and consisted entirely of strong, taut muscles. "While this may be our final performance as a single ensemble, for many of the dancers, tonight simply marks the beginning of a new journey, in which we may become one with our art."

Seto paid only half a mind to what the brunette was saying, his eyes slowly scaling the seemingly endless expanse of creamy white skin, finally reaching an end at the hem of her dress, where her legs disappeared beneath the cloth and he eventually found her hips. Wider, offering her a generous hourglass figure, but not outrageous, he watched the fabric glide, flow around her as she moved to address more of the crowd, before his eyes rose to admire her flat, slim tummy.

"Tonight, our seniors shall be preforming the French ballet Giselle, a love story of a peasant girl whose love, even in her death, protects her lover from vengeful spirits." The theme of the play piqued the CEO's interest, but his current attention fell upon the college student's bust, looking less awkward now that she had grown into her body, lingering only for a few seconds before rising to take in the proud, determined set of her shoulders - Seto Kaiba was more of a legs man. Ignoring her arms, the older Kaiba finally gave into temptation and lifted his gaze to the young woman's face.

She had lost the baby fat that had once made her huffs and pouts give her the appearance similar to that of a chipmunk -which he indeed made a note of informing her- and the masterfully applied make-up gave her skin a natural glow. Her nose was still small and cute, and aside from the presence of waist-length locks of brunette, she didn't look too much different. However, Seto felt his anticipation grow as he carefully lifted his eyes to meet hers, surprised briefly when they actually made eye-contact, albeit for a split second. That one glance was all that Seto Kaiba had needed to see for his impression of the dancer to take a dramatic shift.

Beneath dark eyeliner and mascara, those alluring blue eyes were no longer transparent, but solid, serious and professional. The happiness and joy for dancing, and the love and compassion she held for her classmates could be seen during her introduction and the coming performance, but otherwise, she had become withdrawn. Even Kaiba, who had always met with her in verbal squabbles of tooth and nail, had never broken the girl's spirit so completely to see her hide within herself, something that seemed like second-nature to her now. She had always been open, cheerful and encouraging -he'd admit it, despite how annoying it could be- and now she presented herself as a strong, level-headed woman with an impenetrable resolve to keep all un-wanteds out.

"So, on behalf of the senior class, thank you for coming to this event, and without further ado, please relax, remain seated and hold your applause until the performance has ended. Thank you." As she turned, her silky locks twirling around her, Seto could feel the unease growing in the pit of his stomach.

There was something wrong with Anzu Mazaki, and Seto Kaiba was determined to find out.

Again, another short chapter, I know, but hey, gotta build the suspense, right? Hope you enjoyed it! Read and Review everyone!

~Smash41KMF