Mokuba was pleased to know that I had found my sister. Ecstatic even. She demanded that I spend time with her, that I go out and waste my time with her. I couldn't find any real reason to do so other than a blood relation. She meant next to nothing to me, despite our lineage. Mazaki Anzu was a stranger to me. That was part of why Mokuba demanded that I get to know her. She found it to be saddening that I didn't know a damn thing about my elder sister. I agreed to her antics for now. If Mazaki turned out to be someone I disliked, I would forget she was any bit my sister, I would forget we were family, what was the point of keeping someone close to me, if I couldn't stand them, family or not?
For our first get together, Mazaki had me pick her up from Muto's game shop, claiming that her mother would be less than pleased if she were to see me, that for some reason, her mother hated me. For what I couldn't understand. My mother had been able to accept Mazaki to try and raise her as her own child, but that woman? She hated the mere idea of my existence. She had left me to struggle on my own. I could have forgiven that, if she wasn't attempting to keep Mazaki from me. She was my elder sister afterall.
I met her at 17:00, right before the sunset. She had decided a dinner date was in order. Explained that it was easier to get to know someone whilst eating. I knew I would be paying for this meal, which left me less than enthused. I didn't have much hope for our relationship. She would probably leech off of me for however long she could, just like the rest of my relatives.
She was waiting outside for me, friends at her side. As someone with manners, I got out of my car just to open the door for her. I was raised to be a gentleman toward everyone, no matter how much I disliked them. When I was to be taking someone out with me, I was to act on my best behaviour. I would not forget my manners so easily.
Mazaki waved goodbye to her friends, the ridiculous looking shorty, the pointy haired asshole, and a rather mopey looking mutt. Something was up with him, something which left me rather curious as to what had happened, but nothing I really cared too much for.
A glance to me, and Mazaki was slipping into the passenger seat. I closed the door on her, walked around to the other side of the car and got in. She waved goodbye once more from the warmth of my car. We drove on, leaving those losers behind us.
Once the car was in motion, I turned to her, I hadn't a clue as to where we'd be going, she had suggested dinner, but she had never said what exactly we would be eating or where we would be going.
"Where to?"
Mazaki seemed rather surprised by my question, as though she had assumed I understood her intentions entirely. I had not, it seemed I had been way off.
"I thought we could cook, so your home I'd assume."
She wasn't expecting me to pay for anything other than the ingredients that I already had at home. It would be so much cheaper than a meal out on the town. I could work with this.
I had to turn around in order to get to my home, I had been headed to the business district, not the suburbs. We had to go past her friends once more, as they were headed inside. Honda shot a glare toward us, as though I had done something wrong by being related to his friend. What an ass. He always seemed to have an issue with me, for what I couldn't deduce. I may have never liked him, but I have also never done anything to him, he wasn't worth my time.
It may have been for the fact of how I treated his friend, Jounouchi Kastuya. They were fairly close, he did seem to get rather angry whenever I called the mutt out. I would attribute his anger to that.
The evening spent with Mazaki went much better than I had expected. She did not get on me for having no friends, she did not preach about "the heart of the cards" she didn't bring up any of that. She didn't even mock me for not being able to cook, merely taught me what she could. She was a much different person than I had first expected her to be, than she had been when around her friends. She was once more that sister I used to look up to.
It was odd to think about, that this girl, who I had disliked for so long, happened to be someone I used to look up to, happened to be one of my role models. My elder sister, a year my senior. She was someone I hadn't talked to for so long, yet she still seemed to be the same girl that I knew her to be.