Thank you all for your lovely reviews! They honestly keep me going and encouraged to write faster. With that said, I apologize for the long time it took to put this up. This semester is almost ending for me and right now I'm at that stage where I'm nearing my final exams.
Hope you enjoy reading~
At exactly five o'clock, Anzu loudly burst into Dr. Matsu's office. If more of this barging in kept happening, the hinges of her door were going to give out.
Dr. Matsu braced herself for this week as she observed the scared look on the woman that had now closed the door she entered from. Anzu stood in front of it, blocking anyone from entering.
"Mrs. Kaiba? Is there anything the matter?" Dr. Matsu asked confused.
"Where is he?" Anzu whispered to the doctor and after gasped in shock. "You're hiding him, aren't you? Show your face you coward!" Anzu yelled into the room, still remaining in front of the door.
Just like the week before, Anzu appeared disheveled, her hair unruly due to the wind. She was panting like she had been running a marathon. The only difference this time around was the fact that her husband was not present.
"Where did you hide him?" She accused Hotaru.
"Me? I don't know what you're talking about, Anzu." She ushered the woman with a hand. "Come sit down and tell me what's going on."
After last week's session, Dr. Matsu had a small mental breakdown. For someone that went through college, the stress and horrors of graduate school, and looking for a job, she never had any sort of breakdown, which surprised her. When she felt the tears roll down her cheek last week not only was she shocked, she knew it wasn't from sadness – it was from desperation.
She was desperate for a sign. A sign that would help her with this unruly couple known as the Kaibas. Any sign would do at this point.
Hotaru didn't know what it was with case. She wasn't a shy person, nor was she the type to be stepped on. But anyone that could have seen her in the past three sessions would definitely disagree.
After getting up and running after he clients last time, she was met with the taillights of Seto's expensive Pagani leaving the lot of the building. That was when she realized she was panting and crying simultaneously.
She had been a failure three times in a row. This was unacceptable and could not keep happening.
She knew that last session's discussion was certainly a problem that needed to be worked on, and so she would start by brining the topic up. Something had to get done this session. It just had to.
So expecting the worse, Hotaru wasn't entirely surprised to find a flustered Anzu in her office for this week's session. Right now, the mentoned woman was examining the room, her breathing beginning relax.
"Oh no…" Anzu chocked on her own fear as she checked under Dr. Matsu's desk. "I'm starting to get comfortable. That's the last thing I need. That's when he strikes…" Anzu looked up at the counselor with eyes that begged for an answer.
"Anzu, please sit and explain to me what exactly is going on."
As soon as Anzu sat down, the door to the office swung open at the speed of light. Her hinges creaked for the first time in their inanimate life at the same time Anzu gave a loud whimper and shut her eyes.
"Good evening, Dr. Matsu." Seto had an evil smile plastered on his face. He stood like a king by the doorway, waiting for the hordes of people to bow down and kiss his feet.
"Good evening, Mr. Kaiba. Have a seat." Hotaru was tired of guessing what was going on. "Can you or your wife please elaborate what is going on here?" She demanded even before Seto reached his seat.
"Nothing of importance." Seto sat on his preferred seat and made himself comfortable. He was starting to like this small office and all its furniture. It was nice. He smiled at the counselor.
"It most certainly is, Mr. Kaiba. If you haven't noticed, your wife is terrified." She waved at Anzu that was leaning on her chair to distance herself from him.
"Oh, her? She's fine." He now directed his smile at Anzu.
"No… no, no, no, no, no." Anzu shook her head several times. "Doctor…. He's been insufferable since last week."
"How so?" Dr. Matsu asked as she watched Anzu's response. Seto's smile turning into a smirk did not go unnoticed.
"He is playing pranks on me. Not just any prank though, he's scaring me any moment he finds." Anzu eyed her husband. "He waits until I've recovered from shock, and then scares me again. I'm terrified of him right now."
"You don't have to be scared, dear. You said it yourself, I wait until your guard is down. You're still pretty shaken up since the last scare, so I won't be doing anything right now." Even when he spoke, his voice had a slightly cheery tone to it.
This scared Hotaru. It chilled through all her bones. Seto Kaiba was never in such high spirits in public.
"Hotaru," Anzu began, and the fact that she used the woman's first name let the lonely and single counselor know the gravity of things. "He's scares me several times a day. I can't take this anymore." Her voice wavered in fear as tears were beginning to rim her blue eyes.
"What exactly is it he does to scare you?" Here is when Dr. Matsu knew the story telling would begin.
Anzu was calmly humming to herself as she made her way out of the kitchen. After her dancing instructing lessons, she always returned home, ate a snack, bathed herself, and waited for her husband to come home to talk to and make love to. It was a routine that she was most comfortable with. So, making her way out of the kitchen after eating an apple and smacking a mother-like kiss on Mokuba's cheek, she made her way to the bedroom she shared with her husband.
The song she was humming was a silly pop song that was all the rage at the moment, and since she had the radio on while driving home, it came as no surprise that it would eventually get stuck in her head.
Now in the shower calmly removing her clothes, she began to sing some of the lyrics. Anzu stared at her naked body in the mirror. She was thin, but healthy; the curves of her body were what she had worked for as a dancer for years. She wasn't built, not anymore at least, but she was lean and strong. Liking what she was seeing, she happily bounced her way into the shower.
She couldn't wait until her husband returned home from work. He always took the time to listen to her day, which was something she loved doing with him. She would tell him about her student's progress and how much she had missed him. She would tell him how much she thought about him and wanted him there with her.
The luxurious bathroom had a marble interior, which added to the rich feeling of the room. For all it was worth, Anzu appreciated the fact that all her needs were well taken care of by her husband. She owed so much to him, and vice versa. If all moments were like this one, there wouldn't have been a need for marriage counseling.
Beginning to bathe, she danced a little inside the shower. After lathering her hair in shampoo, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy the sensations of the massage she was giving her scalp. Such a wonderful, relaxing feeling, it was.
After completing her shower, she walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in her towel. Still humming and with a smile on her face, she pressed the modern, automatic button that opened the door and turned on the light to her shared walk-in-closet.
She didn't see it coming. She couldn't have.
A tall man dressed in all black and wearing, a horrifying mask screamed with his arms raised while spraying something at her. Screaming ten times louder in response, Anzu made an effort to turn around and make a run for it, but to no avail. Dropping her towel and letting out blood curdling screams, she was restrained as she felt the figure grab her and press her against itself. Whatever the person had sprayed was stringy and sticky, making her feel disgusted, besides the obvious terrified.
"Mokuba!" She shouted for help. The figure had planted a hand to her mouth before she screamed once more.
Trying to hold on to her wriggling body, the figure spoke, laughing as he did. "Shut it, he might actually come up if he heard that."
It was Seto.
"You…" Anzu felt him let go of her. Dropping to the ground in distress, she turned to look up at him, but not after looking at what had been thrown at her. It was silly string, pink silly string. Seto let out a hearty laugh as he took off the creepy mask and tossed it aside.
That son of a bitch decided to come home early, wear a scary mask, shoot silly string at her, and finally, scare the living daylights out of her. Her heartbeat would have won the race if there was one.
"What is wrong with you?!" Anzu cried.
"Shhhh! Mokuba may hear." He laughed as he threw the can of silly string in the general direction of the mask.
Screw his jovial mood. Anzu stood up, grabbing the towel she dropped to cover the front portion of her body, and began to throw her free fist at him.
"You should have seen your face, Anzu. It was too good." He continued grinning as he let her pound her weak fist on his chest.
"How could you do this to me?!" She cried into his chest. He smelled of his usual cologne and his natural scent.
"I thought we could spice things up. You know, add a little more fun."
Anzu immediately stopped and glared at her husband. "More fun?! You scared me half to death! I don't see how this is fun!" She stood in front of the mirror inside the closet and began to remove the silly string that had stuck into her body. She now smelled like the chemicals of the silly string. She was going to have to shower again.
"I had fun." He pulled off his turtleneck shirt and threw it in the hamper.
Anzu turned around to face him once she was done collecting the string, now balling it up and throwing it at him. "To you maybe. I'm still shaking!"
"Come on, Anzu, you had a little fun." He dodged the ball of silly string and made his way to embrace her. Once he wrapped his arms around her naked body, he felt the internal shaking of her body. She had been scared.
"I'm sorry, dear." He placed a kiss onto her forehead, still a little smile on his lips.
"Screw you, Seto. I'm heading back to the shower. I smell like the silly string and your sick humor."
"You'll laugh about it soon enough." He followed her into the bathroom.
"Oh, come on!" Seto threw his hands up in defeat as both the women in the room were now glaring at him.
"I lost five years of my life that afternoon." Anzu declared, pressing her hands onto her face as a way to calm herself down.
"What? You can't be serious." He crossed a leg over the other. "If you must know, she got her payback, Doctor, so I don't see why we're talking about this."
"Payback?" Dr. Matsu asked.
"Indeed…" He lowered his voice.
Having woken up late, Seto rushed through his morning routine. Somehow, the seven alarms on his phone and one on his alarm clock had all malfunctioned that morning - and he would have given it more thought if he wasn't running a full forty-five minutes late. He even forgot to give Anzu a kiss on the forehead, like always did in the morning.
Now clean and dressed for work, he ran down the stairs to grab something, anything, to eat. Settling for a muffin Anzu had made the day before, he stuffed it in his mouth and grabbed his coffee – the only thing that was functioning properly that morning and had turned on due to its timer.
Grabbing his cup of hot coffee and stuffing more of the muffin down his throat, he grunted in response to the situation. Picking up his car keys with the same hand that held his coffee mug and his muffin, he took the suitcase that had been placed on the foyer table the night before.
Suddenly, a scream was heard. It was Anzu's voice and it came from the pool room all the way at the back of the foyer. His mind on high alert, his instinct told him to run and save her, and that is exactly what he did. She was supposed to be sleeping upstairs, not down here at all. He didn't give it a second thought as he dropped his muffin on the ground and opened the door to the room.
Seto Kaiba was not prepared for what was in the room. There were two figured dress all in black that quickly approached him, both yelling in terror, Anzu nowhere in sight. Seto tackled the smaller form into the ground, spilling his coffee on himself and dropping his briefcase. Grunting, he felt the other figure pull him by back by his sports coat.
At their wrestling match, Seto didn't notice when the smaller figure latched itself onto him. Now struggling to remove both figures, he called out Anzu's name. She didn't respond. This made him panic inside, but gave him more strength to push off the two figures in black, managing to punch the taller figure. He heard the small figure gasp. Unfortunately for Seto, he stepped on the muffin forgotten on the ground and slipped, landing on his shoulder and almost smacking his head on the polished floor. Grunting, he tried to lift himself up, but couldn't as the smaller figure sat over him.
"Stop!" The figure laughed. It was a female, and it had an incredibly familiar voice.
"Damn it, Seto." The other figure grunted.
"What the hell is going on?" Seto yelled as he immediately recognized the voices.
The small figure on him removed the black mask she wore to cover her face. It was Anzu, and she smiled at her husband on the floor, suit ruined by coffee and covered in muffin remains. She couldn't help but notice the fact that he held his shoulder in pain and moaned in discomfort.
"Did I get you good?" Anzu asked as she bounced on his stomach, making a grunt come out each time she did.
"I know he got me good!" The other figure removed his mask to reveal Mokuba. He had been punched in the face by his brother, and now his jaw was starting to swell.
"Mokuba?" Seto raised his head to see his younger brother moving his jaw about.
"I'm never agreeing to anything like this again, Anzu. I'm only agreeing to the ones where I can guarantee I won't get punched in the face by my brother."
"Look what you did, Anzu." Seto relaxed on the ground and sighed in defeat. "You scared the living shit out of me and made me punch my brother."
"I got you good then!" Anzu stood from atop her husband and walked over to Mokuba. Checking his face, she already felt a little bit of the swelling and could only figure the bruising would come soon.
"Somehow, I would appreciate your sentiment more if you weren't smiling like a maniac, Anzu." Mokuba sighed. "I'm going to get an icepack…" He moaned as walked over his brother.
The swinging of the kitchen door was heard as Seto glared at his wife from his spot on the floor.
"The almighty Seto Kaiba, taken down by a muffin on the floor!" Anzu cheered and clapped, big smile on her face.
"Help me up." She complied and lent her husband a hand. Lifting him, she noticed just how dirty he was. His entire shirt was covered in coffee in the front, and when he turned to give her his back, his sports coat had been ruined with the remnants of the muffin. "I'm extremely late for work and extremely pissed at you." He glared at her.
"No you're not." Anzu turned him around and dropped a kiss on his lips. He tasted like the strong coffee he was sipping moments ago.
Seto sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. "You're right. I think I'm taking this easier than I ever thought I would." He ruffled his hair to remove bits of the muffin.
"You scared me half to death, Anzu. I seriously thought you were in danger with that scream." He glared at his wife sitting next to him.
"You said yourself you weren't angry with me!" She argued.
"Well, I lied." He countered.
"You're story would have been more plausible if you didn't share those last few lines." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm sure Mokuba is still upset."
"His swelling went down."
"You still made me punch him! My chest was burned from the coffee, my clothes were ruined and you made me hurt my shoulder!"
Dr. Matsu sat there, mouth wide open in shock. She had jotted down notes as Seto spoke, but found herself just writing down his story. She stopped once she realized he had punched his younger brother. Mokuba was well loved by the masses, and somehow writing down he was punched by his only other family member disturbed her. She had seen him before plenty of times in the news, and imagining the attractive young man with a swollen jaw was something she wasn't willing to do.
Now listening to the arguing couple in front of her, she snapped.
"Enough!" Dr. Matsu yelled. The room became silent; the only noise audible was the clicking of Dr. Matsu's pen.
Both Kaibas stared at the counselor, neither one willing to break the silence.
"Both of you… stop the pranking." She muttered as she dropped her head on her hands. Both clients opened their mouth to argue, but she stopped them. "No. Just stop the pranking." She raised a finger, as if daring either of them to defy her.
Seto shut his mouth and nonchalantly looked at the ceiling. Hotaru couldn't help it and noted on her pad that Seto was as bratty as a five year old kid, still keeping her index finger up. Anzu still looked at her husband with menacing eyes, to which Hotaru noted that she was like a snobby teenage girl. If Seto knew she had calculated Anzu to be the older one, he would have had a fit, which didn't help his case.
"I'll stop if she stops." Seto blurted out as Dr. Matsu finished writing her sentence.
Retracting her hand, she peered over to the man that had both his hands and legs crossed. She crossed out 'five year old' and wrote 'nine' instead. But it wasn't enough for him to agree to stop. He had to understand why it was the right thing to do. They both did.
"Now why is it that you'll stop?" Dr. Matsu gently asked with a smile.
"Because if I don't I'll die in the process." He shrugged his shoulders in reference to his wife.
"I will not kill you." Anzu squinted her eyes at him.
"You're working towards it." He scoffed as he squeezed his bruised shoulder.
"Please, Mr. and Mrs. Kaiba." Dr. Matsu raised her voice once more. "Both of you have engaged in unpleasant activities. Both of have not liked what the other has done. Is it fair to keep at this?"
"Yes." They answered in unison. Seto gave her a face signifying he couldn't believe she had asked just that question.
"No." Dr. Matsu rose her voice.
"He started this! How am I to blame?" Anzu waved her hands at her husband.
"What?! I started this?" Seto uncrossed his legs and stomped them on the nice Persian rug.
"That's exactly what I said Seto. You got me while I was naked too! I at least waited until you were dressed."
"You ruined over a thousand dollars with coffee and a muffin!"
"Correction, I ruined your sports coat and your dress shirt." Anzu raised a finger.
"That was an Armani coat-"
"Wait, please. Who exactly started this pranking?" Dr. Matsu piped up.
"She did, of course." Seto shrugged his shoulders but immediately regretted it; with a grunt, he rubbed his bruised shoulder.
"How?!" Anzu shrieked in irritation.
"You've forgotten, have you?" Seto menacingly accused.
It was a fine winter day. The snow that fell over Domino City was like a soft blanket, and it was as beautiful as Seto had ever seen it. There were small birds huddling up together on tree branches and it was peaceful. Perhaps the reason why he was so happy inside was because he was a young newlywed. He had only been married to his wife for a few months now, but they had been the happiest months in his life.
All was well as the gates to his mansion opened. Driving around to the massive garage he waited for the automated door to open. It never did, but not wanting to spoil his mood, he walked out of his car and examined the door closer. It had been completely turned off.
Sighing, he locked his car and began to make his way to the front door of his mansion. The snow that fell on his car would have to be removed tomorrow, but he could make Mokuba do it.
Still enjoying his day, he enjoyed the warmth and protection his scarf helped conserve and placed his hands in his dark coat's pocket. Slowly strolling to his snow covered home, he closed his eyes and wondered what would be waiting for him inside. Would Anzu have made him some nice hot soup and Mokuba have been ready for him to play some new video game he got a few days prior together? Would he then cuddle with them and watch a movie?
Seto smilled. And he could have never seen it coming.
Whatever force of the gods it was, it stung like hell and it was cold.
Staggering back from the hit of the item, he opened his eyes to examine his situation. There was a popped water balloon in front of his feet. "What the hell?" He furrowed his brows as he felt the moisture of water soak his clothes and freeze onto his face.
Then he heard it. Giggling.
Looking up, he couldn't avoid the next one. The blue balloon filled with ice cold water slapped so hard on his face it made him stagger once more.
"What did you do?!" He quickly opened his eyes and looked up to the balcony where he heard the giggling come from. Anzu and his younger brother had huge smiles on their faces as they both held water balloons in their hands, standing on the balcony to his and Anzu's room.
"Hi, Seto!" Mokuba waved from above.
Seto cursed under his breath.
"Catch!" Anzu shouted as she threw another balloon. It hit him right on the face once more.
Seto cried out from the sheer impact of the cold water riding down his warm neck and chest.
"You're not very good at this!" Anzu was completely warm wearing her thick coat and pants. So was Mokuba, with his fluffy coat about to throw another one overboard.
"Stop it!" Seto yelled. Mokuba threw one and he dodged it. Feeling an immense amount of pride, Seto looked up with a smug look on his face.
Too bad Anzu threw all their water balloons from a bucket over the balcony. She figured there was no way he could have dodged that, and she was right. The splatter of the balloons bursting on him was heard before his body landed on the floor.
A desperate cry escaped his lips as he began to shiver on the ground. "What are you trying to do?! Give me pneumonia?!" He yelled. Standing up, he made an effort to sprint to the door and open it.
"Run and hide." Mokuba whispered to Anzu with a mischievous smile and was off to find a hiding spot.
Anzu froze in her spot. She hadn't been in the Kaiba Mansion long enough to know where the good hiding spots were like Mokuba so she panicked once she heard the pounding of her husband's footsteps making their way up the stairs.
Quickly and quietly closing the balcony door, she made a run for it. She didn't know where she was going, but she just ran. She never made it passed the door as her husband held his long arm out to catch her from going through.
He was soaked to the bone and shivering. An angry look on his face told her to keep quiet as she pushed her back into the room they shared and slammed the door shut and locked it.
"You thought you could just run and hide from me?" He asked, his voice deep.
Anzu nodded. "That's what Mokuba did." She squeaked, eyeing his face.
"Well, good. He won't be coming out anytime soon then." He pushed Anzu into their bathroom and shut that door and locked it as well.
"What are you going to do?" She asked as she played with her gloved fingers.
"I'm going to tell you what you're going to do." His voice was smooth as he began to remove his soaking clothes. Anzu's eyes widened. "You're going to help me warm up." The sound of his wet and heavy coat dropping onto the floor told Anzu what was coming next.
Mokuba shivered in fear and excitement as he hid in the corner of the closet of his favorite guest bedroom. He had sneakily hid and contorted his body to blend with the shadows that would rise if the light was turned on in the search for him. Mokuba had never been caught hiding in this place and this was something his took pride in. As a matter of fact, Mokuba knew Anzu was a goner. There was no way he was going to let her hide with him in his best hiding spot; she was too curvy and would stick out if anyone were to find them.
Not hearing his brother's footsteps anymore, he sighed in relief. Seto must have been on the other side of the mansion looking for him, or maybe Anzu. She couldn't have gotten caught yet, could she?
Seto pressed Anzu up against the warm walls of the shower as he kissed her neck and sucked on the spot. The hot water drizzled down their naked bodies as steam surrounded them. Arching her neck so he could have a wider spot, Anzu giggled as his soft kissed tickled. Anzu didn't know whether or not he was mad at her for her brilliant idea of throwing water balloons at him when it was snowing outside.
"Is this my punishment?" She whispered as she turned around and was pressed against the strong glass door.
"Yes…" Seto captured her lips once more and began to caress her body.
She laughed. "This isn't much of a punishment…"
"Is that so? Maybe I should think of something else to do." He nuzzled her neck and pressed himself against her.
"No, I like this." Anzu pushed him back and wrapped a leg around him, pressing her womanhood against him, causing a moan to escape his lips.
"That's what I thought." He smirked and proceeded to enter her.
Seto knew that if Mokuba were near, he could have faintly heard the mews created by Anzu as she threw her head back in pleasure. There was just something attractive about seeing her bare shoulders and the way she silently screamed due to pleasure. Even for Anzu. She was infatuated with how his body would tense up and then relax after he climaxed.
Switching their position, they finished their quick session of love making and soon, they were both dressing in black pants and matching grey turtlenecks. Seto sat down on the love seat in their massive room and just relaxed as his wife blow-dried her hair in the bathroom.
"Um, what happened to Mokuba?" She asked as she combed her hair back and placed a hair band to hold it neatly in place.
"Oh, him? I know where he is." Seto opened his eyes.
"You do?" Anzu hugged her body.
"Mmhm."
Walking across the hall and past Mokuba's room, they arrived in front of the guest bedroom. Slowly, Seto opened the door and led Anzu in. Raising a finger to his lips to signify silence, he opened the closet door and turned the light on.
There was her little accomplice, sleeping in his odd position in the corner of the closet. His position looked incredibly uncomfortable, but his face showed nothing but content.
"He's always liked this room." Seto explained as he bent down to lift his younger brother from his spot.
"Why is that?"
"The room is painted in Mom's favorite color." Seto quietly explained as he walked out of the closet with intents to tuck his brother in his bed.
Anzu looked around the room. It was painted in different lovely shades of peach. Making a mental note, she made sure to remember this.
"Needless to say, I was sick for a week cause of that." Seto still stared at Anzu, whom looked back at him with her mouth wide open.
Dr. Matsu didn't know it, but she was secretly accepting the free talk of sex, and she noticed this even less, but she was starting to like it.
At Seto's response, Anzu shrugged.
"So you agree what you did was wrong?" Seto arched a brow. Anzu moved her shoulders with a frown on her face. "Thank you." He nodded and now smiled at the counselor blushing behind her desk.
"W-whatever the case may be, will you promise not to prank each other anymore?" Dr. Matsu looked down at her notepad. She knew the man had noticed her blushing.
There was no response.
"Do you promise?!" Dr. Matsu closed her eyes in order to somehow mask her blushing. Hearing a few grumbles from both, she finally heard their answer.
"Yes." He grunted.
"Yeah…" She mumbled.
This session went a lot better than Dr. Matsu thought, or could have ever hoped for.
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