Hi.
Here's chapter 2 of my new Seto x Anzu story. I really hope you guys will enjoy this one! Chapter 2 here is where the story really begins to unfold. This was originally even longer; then, I decided to split the last part of the chapter off, add a bit more to it, and turn it into chapter 3.
This story could end up being fairly long, but I'm not worried about it because it's basically all planned. It just depends on how many words I can wrap around the ideas laid out in my 12 or 13 pages of notes! Anyway, I'm so happy that I finally finished Holiday Blues that I can't bring myself to worry too much about anything!
I was pleased to receive a surprising number of reviews (9 or 10? I'm pretty easy to impress hahaha) for the first short chapter of this story. I guess that means people are interested! I'm glad. Might as well chug right along!
Note: As you can see, one of the SxA fan fiction clichés I have used here is the ever-popular 'Seto on a motorcycle'. All I have to say is that there are reasons that things become cliché in the first place. Sometimes it's because they just make that much sense.
The Night Before
Chapter 2: End of the World
Anzu shivered slightly as she looked down at the twinkling lights of Domino City. She had always been amazed at the colors you could see in the town at night. Most people seemed to think that a city in the dark was all black buildings and the dull glow from yellow windows, but if you really looked you could see pinks and greens and oranges and blues...
She had hurried here, to the lookout, immediately after the engagement party. It had been easy to make excuses to Yugi; she had already intended to spend the night before their wedding at her parents' house anyway. She really felt dirty now to have invoked such a sweet and old-fashioned tradition, considering the reason she was here.
In the near distance she heard the rumble of an approaching vehicle. Her muscles were as tense as power lines as she turned away from the low stone wall at the edge of the deserted lookout, waiting. Thirty seconds later Anzu's heart hammered as she watched the slim form of Seto Kaiba power down his sleek motorbike, swinging one long leg over the side so that he leaned against the machine facing her with silent expectation.
Anzu's insides tingled. He obviously wanted to see what she would do before he gave away any of his intentions. That was so like him.
Looking at the ground and then at Seto's enigmatic face, Anzu took several steps forward. She only paused when she stood directly in front of him. He had his arms crossed over his chest and wore a light frown, bringing to memory the surly teenage billionaire of old.
Anzu opened her mouth to speak, with an extremely limited idea of what words she expected to tumble out. But that was what he wanted, wasn't it? An explanation?
Her assumptions flew out the window as his hand shot out, fingers pressing to her lips to silence her. Seto's eyes held both warning and promise as he wrapped his other arm tightly around her waist. She melted into him as their lips collided, sliding sensuously against each other in a hungry and familiar way.
Damn...
Hadn't she come up here to ward him off and tell him why she was marrying Yugi?
Who do you think you're kidding, said a nasty little voice in the back of her head as Seto fisted her hair in his hand and probed his tongue erotically against hers. You came up here for him. For this...
Anzu released a broken gasp as the kiss ended, fully aware that he had her right where he wanted her.
"Hello, Anzu."
"S--seto... you found me..."
His eyes flashed almost dangerously. "This always was our spot."
Anzu realized she was still locked within Seto's embrace and tried to back away, but his arm only tightened its hold.
"I always have been better with details than you gave me credit for. I assume you know what tonight is?"
She regarded him nervously, a little dizzy from the scent of his cologne. She was surprised to find that his eyes held apprehension, as though he would truly be hurt if she had forgotten. As if she could...
"Yes, I remember."
He hid his relief well as he finally released her from his tight grip.
"I was almost certain you set the date for your little engagement party as a means of provoking me. As you can see, it worked."
The protective, possessive lust she could feel emanating from him seemed to warm the night air. Oh yes, she knew exactly what he was referring to. Tonight was their 'Anniversary'; or rather the anniversary of the first time they had--
He smirked, reaching out to caress the side of her face. "So, have you been thinking about it?" She didn't miss the hint of sarcastic nastiness in his voice.
Her face reddened as his hand ghosted away. He always had been able to read her like an open book... and that irritated her. She narrowed her eyes, leaning in to whisper, lips gently brushing his ear. "You obviously have."
Victory was snatched from her as he gripped her arm, pulling her to him roughly and turning her own teasing method against her. "I've been positively consumed with it. And so have you. Otherwise, why would you be here?"
The two dark haired figures stared intently at each other, blue eyes of two unique shades communicating memories of that night five years ago when all of this had started...
xx Flashback: Domino High Graduation Party, Kaiba Mansion xx
I can only imagine what it will cost to clean up after this conflagration, Seto Kaiba thought to himself as he observed the goings-on from a chair in a secluded corner of his courtyard.
Goings-on? More like the gettings-drunk...
Mokuba had insisted that it was a good idea for him to throw a huge graduation party for all his classmates from Domino High. Seto had refused at first; he didn't want those fools at his house! But his little brother was persistent, and cheated by using those big sad eyes of his to break him down. Besides, the Kaiba Corp PR people seemed to think it would be good for his image. So he had agreed to hold the event. And now here he was, watching every idiot he'd ever known get stupid drunk like it was the end of the world-- and on his dime.
Kaiba observed his classmates with indifference as they engaged in their antics and revelry. He had no illusions as to why they'd all shown up; it wasn't because they were all such good pals. They'd come for the food, the booze, and a much-coveted peek into his private world. He scowled, rising from his chair and stalking toward the house.
The end of the world...it probably really was like that for some of them. For dweebs like Yugi and his little friends (huddled together by the fountain in the center of the courtyard), high school was probably the best time of their lives. Morons. He couldn't be more glad that it was finally over.
Seto proceeded slowly down a dark corridor inside his mansion, intending to lock himself in his office for the rest of the night and try to get some work done. His staff could deal with his giddy and potentially vomiting classmates. A shadow in the den caught his eye, however, and he paused at the door to the room.
What is she doing in here?
Anzu Mazaki was standing stock still between the glowing window which overlooked the courtyard and a shelf containing old photographs of himself, Mokuba, and their real parents...
She didn't seem to be trashed like everyone else. Her slim dancer's body looked rather pleasing silhouetted against the window. He vaguely remembered seeing her sip one fruity, girly cocktail earlier in the evening. Had it been 'Sex on the beach' ?
No you hentai, said his conscience, it was a 'Cosmopolitan'.
She hadn't noticed him yet, seemingly focused on the photos of him when he was a child. He wasn't sure how he felt about her looking at those, intruding into his past, crying a lonely tear because of him--
Wait. A tear?
"Mazaki." He stepped into the room, lit only by the glow of light from the party outside. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice, spinning to face him with a frightened and guilty expression on her face.
"K--kaiba! Oh god, I'm sorry!"
He stepped closer to her, peering absently out the window. She continued to burble.
"I mean... I didn't mean to snoop around. I just didn't want to be down there anymore and I can't just leave because Honda is giving me a ride home and--"
He turned to face her. "Would you just can it, Mazaki? I'm not mad at you."
Her mouth opened and closed in surprise. You're... not?"
"No." He crossed his arms and perched on the wide windowsill. They were both silent for a few moments.
"So why don't you want to be with your little friends?" He asked the question with a light sprinkling of malice, but was glad when she disregarded his tone and answered. He found that he really did want to know.
She leaned her body against the windowsill next to him, looking at the floor.
"I guess... they're all acting like something wonderful is over. You know? And they're sad about it. You'd think it was the end of the world or something. But... I just don't feel that way at all."
He looked at her curiously, seeing a small smile form on her lips.
"I don't want to upset them... but I'm happy it's over. I'm finally free. And in two months I'll be able to go do what I really want."
His mouth quirked into a half-smile. Who would have thought she'd feel the same way as he did? He wouldn't have expected his from her in a million years. He found himself speaking without thinking. "Which is?"
Her eyes snapped onto his, obviously shocked that he cared enough to bother asking. "Dance," she sputtered. "I'm going to study dance. In New York."
"Oh."
They lapsed into a moderately comfortable silence, tempered by the fact that they were both hyper-aware of the other's presence, so close. They were both thinking about how strange the moment was, how surprised they each were by how the other was acting. The directness of her next question surprised him. It was spoken softly.
"Kaiba... do you hate me?"
"No."
He could see her blushing, and it made him want to show her just how much he didn't hate her--
Where had that thought come from?
"Oh. Good."
Seto shook his head briskly, as though the motion would quell the raging teenage hormones that thrilled scandalously as he observed the way the yellow sun dress clung to Anzu's curves... To try and save himself, he asked a question. It came out in a somewhat husky voice.
"Why were you crying before?"
"Hmm?"
"When I first saw you in here. You were crying."
She looked a little embarrassed. "It was nothing really. I mean, I was just looking at these pictures... I assume this is your dad? He was stunningly handsome. You look a lot like him."
Maybe he shouldn't have asked. He really didn't want to get into a discussion like this. It dug up recollections that he preferred to keep buried.
Incidentally, had she just called him handsome?
"Well, keep your pity to yourself, OK?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Pity? Kaiba, that's not what I meant at all. You're too strong and stubborn to need pity, but that doesn't mean you can stop me from caring." She spun away from him, apparently regarding a chunk of blank wall with interest. She was incredible, really. Why hadn't he ever noticed before?
"I'm... sorry."
"What?!" Her wide blue eyes searched his, clearly disbelieving. Had he just apologized??
"You heard me."
Her lips morphed from an astonished "o" into a small smile, which grew into a big smile, erupting across her face as she began to laugh brightly.
Soon she was laughing so hard that she had to grab onto the windowsill for support. Her forehead unconsciously came to rest on his solid shoulder, sending an electric jolt through his body.
"I'm s--sorry... I just... never thought that y--you..." She dissolved briefly into giggles. "...would say sorry to me!"
Her laughter finally calmed, and she looked up at him, sitting so close that their legs were touching. She looked... adorable. Her eyes glistened with tears of happiness and her lips were smiling softly, taunting him...
It couldn't really hurt, could it? This was the kind of night where many people did foolish and impulsive things.
Not that he needed to justify it to himself or anything...
"I might have to say it again after this."
"W--" her question was answered before she could ask it as he pressed his lips against hers.
Anzu stiffened momentarily, but Seto was surprised a few seconds later when she melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and arching up into his kiss. He hadn't really meant to go that far with this, but her reaction was clouding his logic. He wrapped his arms around her small body, positioning her so she stood between his legs as he leaned against the windowsill.
To his great shock and delight, he felt her tongue gently tracing along his bottom lip as he slid his hand over the bare skin of her shoulder blades. Anzu released a small moan as their tongues met. His trousers were starting to feel distressfully tight... this kiss was rapidly spinning out of control and turning into something entirely else.
He realized where this might be going as she ground her hips against him and began to unbutton his shirt. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he searched her eyes to make sure they were both on the same page. What he saw there confirmed it.
Her breathing was rapid and her cheeks flushed. "Kaiba... do you know how long I've been wishing you would do that?"
He growled softly as she leaned in to pull at his earlobe with her teeth, entranced by the feeling of the breasts inside that short little sun dress pressing against his chest.
"Let's go someplace more private."
xx End Flashback xx
Seto's eyes flashed as he remembered what had happened after that. How soft and warm she had been as he'd unzipped the back of her dress and pulled her down onto the bed with him. The fire she'd lit inside of him with those breathy moans and gasps as he'd trailed his lips down her neck and his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh...
Anzu's mind was similarly entertained. Never would she ever have expected such raw passion from him. The reality of her long-time crush on him and the spontaneous nature of the encounter had made her head spin wildly with every naughty thought in the history of the Earth.
He'd touched her everywhere she'd wanted him to touch, flipped her with ease into every tantalizing position she had ever imagined... They had taken each other every which way, all night long, until they finally collapsed in a sweaty exhausted heap of limbs shortly after dawn.
Her head reeled as she looked at him, so calm and collected standing by his motorcycle. So totally unlike he'd been when she'd screamed out his last name-- force of habit, she guessed-- in the midst of her first orgasm that night; he'd released an animalistic growl, looking down at her with raw hunger and pressing her further and further into the mattress with each thrust as he finally came apart...
Just remembering that night made her want to grab Seto Kaiba, throw him down onto the cold hard ground, and do delicious things to him.
She had known back then, the moment he grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom, that it wouldn't be the last time they saw each other that summer.
The image of Yugi's smiling face swam into Anzu's mind as she sat down on the stone wall under the stars. What would Yugi say if he ever found out about that night, and everything that happened after?
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Oh, the scandal! So now you can see that there's definitely something tawdry going on here. Doesn't really seem that romantic, does it? Well, not all love stories start out with flowers and chocolate. Sometimes they just start out with... sex. Hehe!
More revelations to come in the next chapter, which will likely appear soon. What did Seto and Anzu do over the summer? Did anybody else know what they were up to? Read the next chapter if you want to find out. We might also start to discover more about Anzu's frame of mind. Why would she agree to marry Yugi when she's obviously harboring feelings for Seto?
Throw some reviews my way and let me know how I'm doing so far!