Excuse Me
AZURESHIPPING
Yu-Gi-Oh fan fiction
Seto x Anzu

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! but it would make a nice Christmas gift from someone if I did. Eh? Eh? Joking. No but it would be nice to own it…I'm rambling. Moving on!

Joey Wheeler / Jounouchi Katsuya
Yugi Muto / Mutou Yuugi
Téa Gardner / Mazaki Anzu
Tristan Taylor / Hiroto Honda
Mokuba Kaiba / Kaiba Mokuba
Seto Kaiba / Kaiba Seto

Summary: Last time Kaiba gives Anzu a job at Kaiba Corp. as a personal secretary. Ooh! Then she had a pretty steamy dream about him WHILE AT WORK. Yeah, here's where I left off.

"Ahhh"

A long drawn-out breath escaped the lips of Anzu as she sank under the warm blanket of water she was cleansing in. A bath was just what the doctor ordered after spending as much time as she did with Kaiba. Hell, a minute was long enough for her.

She tilted her head back and let the candles' calming aroma gently drift through her nose as she exhaled. There really was no other way to relax, at least that was what she thought in her mind.

Ding-dong!

Anzu jerked as her obnoxious, loud doorbell rang through her apartment and her ears in a shrill cry. Water splashed onto the tiled floor of her bathroom as she stood up haphazardly with droplets sliding down to the tub below.

"Uh- coming!" she shouted in reply, hurriedly drying herself off and slipping on a robe, she tied it closed as she stepped out of the bathroom's steamy room. Lightning flashed and the room was illuminated for a few seconds as Anzu made her way blindly through her apartment, cursing when she ran into an object on accident.

Instead of another ring from the doorbell, pounding was heard on the door, and Anzu scowled at the impatience of her uninvited guest, her lips pursed and bright blue eyes narrowing.

"One moment!" she unlocked the door and opened it quickly, and squinted at the shadowy figure in the doorway.

Low, rumbling thunder was heard distantly, and a flash of lightning illuminated the figure's features and Anzu nearly fell backward in shock at who stood at her doorway adorned in black with a umbrella at his side.

"Kaiba!" she squeaked as he took it upon himself to step into the apartment instead of the heavy pounding of the rain. "Sure, you can come in," she mumbled quietly to herself.

"Before I tell you why I'm here, it would be beneficial for us both if you put on some clothes, Mazaki," he drawled and rolled his eyes to the ceiling to keep his eyes from staring at her...assets.

Anzu turned a bright crimson and grumbled as she walked briskly to her room and put on sweats and a camisol. Putting it on as fast as humanly possible, she nearly tore her sweats in her attempts and rolled her eyes as she walked out of her room. When she reached the living room, where Kaiba was casually standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed minus his black trench coat that was now hanging on her coat-rack at the door.

"That's hardly an improvement from your last outfit," he comment dryly as he eyed her clothes.

Anzu growled quietly at his remark and clenched her fists. She remembered her manners, and although it was Kaiba asked, "do you want anything to drink or eat?"

"I'm sure you don't have anything remotely fresh in that kitchen of yours," he retorted.

"Fine," Anzu snapped, "then have a seat so you can get the hell out of my house."

"No, I'd rather stand," he wrinkled his nose at Anzu's furniture, "I don't want to get my clothes dirty."

"Kaiba!" she nearly shouted, "Quit the nasty remarks. What the hell do you want that caused you to come to my house this late at night?"

"Hn," he grunted, "I have an assignment for you this weekend, you are to come by the mansion tomorrow for further instructions, I expect you no later than 8 or you'll find yourself without a job." He handed her a small piece of paper and grabbed his coat of the rack and turned the knob to the door to walk out.

"I'm very strict on time, Mazaki. Don't make me angry for your stubborn tardiness, is that clear?" he asked.

"Hmm," she mumbled and turned away.

He wrinkled his brows as he forced the words "good night" out of his mouth and left the apartment quickly.

What was he thinking? Coming to Mazaki's house in the middle of the night? He must have something wrong with his head. He didn't just go up to someone in the middle of the night, just to inform him or her about some assignment. That was his secretary's job.

But, that was whom he needed to talk to. And his secretary didn't know about new assignments, he would have to give it to himself. Then why was he so worked up about it? Why did he care, what were these…feelings?

He shuddered at the thought. He would not show emotion, feeling, or anything of the sort, that showed weakness. And if Seto was anything, he was not weak. He was taught better than that.

More like beaten better than that.

He scowled under his umbrella at the reminder that snake, coward, and monster. He had caused his stepfather's own downfall, he had taught (beaten) everything he knew into Seto's head, so he could be perfect, the epitome of a good businessman. And did he get what he wanted? Oh yes, more than he could handle.

Now, was Mazaki more than he could handle? She was going to be his downfall- he wouldn't have it. He had to get rid of this obstacle, of this object that was causing his course to be…unpredictable.

If there was one thing he hated more than emotion, it was unpredictability. He hated that he didn't know what Mazaki was thinking, doing, and feeling. And then there was that whole aspect of emotions playing a game with him. He didn't need them before and he didn't need them now.

Then why was he becoming so frustrated about her, and the way she was making him feel? The way she just casually opened her front door in nothing but a robe. She had no idea how she made his hormones go haywire.

Ugh! No! No hormones!

He quietly fumed as he opened the door before his chauffeur could and slid in, slamming the limo door afterward.

"To the mansion," he demanded, and immediately the limo moved in the direction of his home.

He is absolutely the most infuriating man I have ever had the displeasure to meet in my entire lifetime!

Anzu was absolutely fuming. He had no right to just barge in on her like that, and then insult her!

To say she was pissed was an understatement. Kaiba could always somehow -in one way or another- get under her skin where it hurt and caused her claws to come out. How he did it - she wasn't entirely sure. But even with the littlest remark, or bitter statement caused Anzu's skin to flush with anger and her eyes to flash in challenge.

She collapsed dramatically onto her bed, throwing an arm over her forehead, and sighing. The day's events finally getting to her. What were they exactly? Oh yes, spending more time than was bearable with Kaiba. That could definitely wear you out.

With a final reach across her bed to turn off the lamp, Anzu let herself fall into a deep slumber, wondering what her assignment was that required her to go to Kaiba's home in order to retrieve it.

"Good morning, miss" a stout maid greeted her, "Master Kaiba has been expecting you," is he now? "I'll show you to him."

It was a bright morning, but that did nothing to cheer the mood of Kaiba's personal secretary. She already knew today was going to be a miserable day, unless Kaiba's new assignment required her to stay as far and as long as possible from him. That was definitely something she could do without any complaints.

"Master Kaiba is waiting inside," the maid left with a bow, leaving an anxious Anzu at the double oak doors to what she assumed to be a library or home office.

Slowly her hand reached out to the brass knob, and turned it slowly. The sight that greeted her was completely unexpected; Kaiba sat at a large leather chair in front of a fireplace that was lacking flame. His head rest lightly on his hand, which was propped up by the chair's armrest. In his hands was the book Crime and Punishment, the pages worn and tattered from being constantly read. Anzu didn't really see Kaiba as someone who read those types of books, she expected something more - she couldn't quite put her finger on it- Kaiba-like. A guide to taking over the world or something would better suit him.

"Kaiba?" she tried, and immediately he lifted his eyes from the book he was reading to the voice.

"You're late," was all he said and brought his eyes back down to the book he was reading.

"I'm sorry," she immediately went into a huge explanation, "My clock was wrong when I woke up and I didn't have enough time, and then this morning I tried to get a cab but nobody was stopping for me, and the traffic this morning was absolutely-"

"Mazaki!" he barked, "shut your trap so I can tell you what you need to do for your assignment."

"I told you I- what?"

"It's fine," he sighed and went straight to business. "Today I need you to stay here and watch Mokuba for me for today, I need to go to a conference at Kaiba Corp where a few represenatives have a prototype I need. Then I'll be staying there until later tonight." He lifted his eyes from the book to gaze intently at her, "I'm sure you recall meeting one of them, Larry Hughes ring any bells?"

Anzu internally groaned, but nodded her head. She remembered that slimeball. He was practically all over her for that little visit he had not too long before, about a month ago.

"I'm meeting with him and a few of the employees that work at SIMM Inc," he told Anzu as he headed out the door, "I don't want to come home to a mess. Make sure Mokuba is in bed by nine, no late night snacks or large sums of sugar."

"Why not?" she asked curiously.

He shifted uncomfortably as his shoulders tensed, "you don't want to know," was all he mumbled before he was gone for good, or at least a few hours.

Well, she mused, I guess that could have gone a lot worse.

The blue-eyed brunette decided to look around and explore before she would have to wake Mokuba up. He was a lot older now, and it surprised her that he still needed someone to wake him up in order for him to get the motive to get ready for the day. She giggled at the thought of maids doing every little thing for him, even brushing his teeth. And then her thoughts started to wander, and she wondered if Kaiba ever needed people to do that for him. But the thought was ridiculous, surely the great and mighty Kaiba Seto didn't need anyone. He had said so before on the top of the Duelist Kingdom tower where he threatened his life in order to win a duel against Yuugi.

She remembered yelling in his face, tears steaming down her face, "What do you have at the end of the day Kaiba Seto?" And it remained unanswered, until she pushed and still her answer was not satisfactory, and now she wonders even now, was he telling the truth? He had answered with "all that I need." But surely, someone needs something in their life, and nobody is ever truly content. Besides, Kaiba could get anything he wanted.

Anzu now realized she was standing in front of a rather old looking door, with a snake for a knocker. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at the craftmanship, before she finally decided to open the door. Her hand was mere inches away from the handle, she could feel the could metal on the palm of her hand.

"Anzu?"

She whirled around to see a sleepy-eyed Mokuba, still in his pajamas, but looking as adorable as ever.

"What are you doing up here? Nobody but Seto is allowed here, not even me," he stated lazily.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking around and I guess I didn't know where I was going," it was the truth.

"Oh, well then I guess it's alright," he rubbed his eyes and yawned. "C'mon, let's go get something to eat, I'm starving."

She only nodded as she followed the teenage boy out of the hall and the dark atmosphere of the snake doors. She turned her head and watched it disappear into the darkness, wondering vaguely what was in there that Seto was trying his hardest to hide. She would find out - one way or another.

"Man, I'm stuffed," Mokuba admonished after a clatter of silverware on a plate. They had decided to have bacon, eggs, and toast this morning with Mokuba deciding he wanted pancakes as well.

"You did eat a lot," she chuckled and patted his stomach, which caused him to blush.

"I guess I did," he mumbled but immediately brightened, "let's go play games!"

"Sure," Anzu checked her watch, "your brother shouldn't be home for another few hours."

"That's plenty of time for me to kick your butt," he boasted, and for brief moment Anzu saw the resemblence in the Kaiba brothers - they both liked to brag about what they were good at.

"We'll see," she teased and stood up from the chair. "let's go play your games now."

He happily agreed and started leading her to his game room.

"Another month of waiting? I swear I'm going to kill that American, he's lucky that prototype is extremely valuable to me and worth my patience, though only by a small amount."

Kaiba was tired of these games with Larry Hughes. He had - once again - told Kaiba to wait another month before he could give out any further information about the prototype RE-06.

At least I have more information on this new program.

He heard faint laughing coming from his brother's game room.

"No!"

Now he was curious, that sounded like Mazaki. Finally, he reached the door and he peeked in, only to see his brother and Mazaki played Burnout 3 (AN: i love that game!), and Mazaki was kicking some serious butt. He leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, and a smirk on his face, watching the two fight for first place.

"I finally won!" Mokuba cheered and started victory dancing, Anzu laughing until she spotted Kaiba at the door.

"Kaiba, we didn't know you were there," even if Kaiba was now home, she was still smiling brightly, Mokuba's mood was contagious and he was still victory dancing.

"Yeah," he looked at Mokuba, "time for bed, kiddo. It's getting late."

"Sure thing," he turned to Anzu, "thanks for staying here with me Anzu, it was fun." He quickly walked to her and gave her a warm hug, which she gladly returned.

"Anytime," she replied and kissed him on the cheek making him turn bright red.

"Good night Anzu, good night big brother," and off he went.

Seto turned his steely blue eyes to the woman on the floor of his brother's gaming room. "I trust everything went well today?"

"Yes," she stood up from her spot on the ground, nearly falling over from the tingly feeling in her leg from it falling asleep.

"Good," the awkward silence was deafening. There was nothing else to say but Kaiba had this feeling he had to say something else, so he said the first thing that came to his mind, "you can leave."

Anzu pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, "what?" she demanded. "I don't even get a thank you from using the time in my day for your convienience. Oh wait, I forgot. You're Kaiba, and you think you don't need to thank anyone. Newsflash Kaiba, you're not great or perfect. You're just some arrogant, self-centered, egotistical prick with a stick shoved so far up your as, you can't even stand straight." After a deep breath, she looked at Kaiba for a reaction.

A deep chuckle was not what she was expecting.

"Hmm," he hummed, "do you feel better?"

"I-" what! "yes. Actually I do."

"Good," he walked over to her, "now you can get out of my house."

Anzu tried to protest but he kept leading her outside until they were both at the front gate where Kaiba's limo was waiting. He walked over to the back of the car and held the door open.

"I'm expecting you need a ride since you used a cab to get here," it was not a question, but a fact he knew, "get in."

What was with all of this? She walked carefully over to the car and slid in, choosing not to protest and appreciate this once and a lifetime generosity from Kaiba. After she was settled on the side of the car, Kaiba slid in next to her, and tapped on the window the seperated the driver and passengers. Immediately after, Anzu felt the car start to move.

"So," Kaiba started, "what did you two do today while I was gone?"

This Kaiba was strange. Did he have a good day with the conference or something, he was being unusally decent and...social.

"It was fine," she looked out the window to see dark clouds hanging in the sky, signaling the beginning of a storm. "We had fun."

"Hn," he grunted.

The rest of the ride was quiet, and that was fine with both of them. When the limo reached the apartment, Kaiba was already out of his seat and walking around the car to open the door, surprising the dancer further.

"Thanks," she said meekly.

"I'll see you on Monday," he said gruffly and a barely audible hush followed that sounded suspiciously like "thanks for watching Mokuba."

He made he away back around the car before Anzu had a chance to let his words sink in. And when she realized he had actually thanked her, the limo was already driving away in the direction of his mansion.

A small, content smile grew on her face as she turned around and headed to her apartment. She wondered idly, if this kind of thing would ever happen again. Where she could stand Kaiba, while he gave her a ride home to her apartment and thanked her.

She chuckled under her breath as her keys jingled when she opened her door. The scent of fire and smoke ensnaring her senses, she started panicking when she noticed her kitchen was on fire.

CLIFFHANGER! -cackles-

Geeeez. You guys have to love me. I wrote this ALL day. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I really couldn't stop writing after a while, so lucky you! You only had to wait a couple of days! Hahaha. Please review!

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