(I have the dearest and largest apologies. This took so long to write for me as I have started school again and unfortunately, my classes are all pretty short (45 minutes each) and all filled to the top with work. Plus add on two-plus hours of tennis each day as well as my participation in the Poetry Club. Also, a friend and I are trying to get a book published so that takes up the little free time I do have.

I am hoping that once my tennis season ends I will have more time to work on my literature works, especially this one. Again, I beg forgiveness for taking so long.)

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Chapter Four

Looking down and uncurling her fingers, her surprise mirrored Seto's. Mokuba had fled the room, laughing like a maniac. They were holding mistletoe.

Anzu stared at it for what seemed like eternity before Seto's quiet laugh broke the silence. "Silly Moki. Doesn't he know the two people have to be under it? His evil plans are ruined..." Then he took the small plant and set it aside. Anzu felt her heart drop off the top of a very high cliff. It had been a mistake after all. He had never wanted to kiss her.

"Yes, he's just a trouble maker," she said softly, fearing that her voice might crack. She had been such a fool, letting her fantasies get a hold of herself. No more dreaming of a reality that would never come to pass. Avoiding Seto's eyes she stood up, ready to leave. It would be too awkward hanging around after this. But before she could do anything more he grabbed her wrist and tugged on it with such force that she fall back down, the couch catching her.

Blue eyes darting to him she saw a smirk. "But we don't need mistletoe, do we?" It all happened so quickly that if Anzu blinked she would have missed it. Suddenly he was right in front of her, his hands on her waist, and his lips over her own. For eternity she seemed lost, but before she knew it, she responded, kissing back and slipping her fingers up into his hair. She had been so afraid that he would have let her leave that she was still not fully aware of what was going on. Only when Seto began to pull away did she figure it out. "No..." she breathed, sighing over his lips. "Don't..."

His soft, melodic laughter echoed in her ears. She was going to ask him what was so amusing, however, his lips pressing to her own once more and this time she paid full attention. Now all of it was registering. His hands placed at her hips, the warmth of having his body so close, that sweet cologne, and most importantly, his mouth.

Why was he so gentle? She could not imagine such a tender touch with his character, she had not been able to since he had started acting in it. They parted once more. Anzu opened her eyes to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were cold as usual. However, they were no longer rejecting and bias. Seto lifted one hand to place it at her cheek, stroking it with thumb. Then they were kissing again and this time it was different. The soft touch was gone, replaced by something rougher, more passionate.

Anzu caressed the back of his neck with her hand, moaning softly when she felt him running the tip of his tongue over her lower lip. Parting her lips as it was clear what he wanted she gripped his hair as his tongue entered her mouth. She'd heard of fireworks going off during a kiss but this was not one of those times. This was so much more. If it was a firework display it would been the finale of the one they had watched only a short time ago, where the exploding colors lit up so heavily that it became as bright as day and blinded the eyes of all those that watched.

Never did a moment seem so perfect than this. They broke from each other and this time it was final. Anzu kept her eyes closed for a minute, trying to quiet her racing heart and steady out her breathing. Her fingertips traced the skin of his cheek, eyes studying his handsome face. She really had not noticed him before, not like this. Why did he have to be such a bastard all the time? She much preferred this kinder and politer side of him. Beginning to whisper the first letter of his name she stopped as he interrupted.

"It is getting late," he told her and stood, letting her hands drop from him. "And I do not believe we made plans for you to stay here all night long. Get going."

Anzu blinked, frozen with immobility. "What?" There was no way he was doing this.

"I said that you need to leave, Mazaki."

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(Yes, I know it is short, please kill me. I hate myself but I could not write anymore and I did not want to substain any longer of a wait.

Also, on another grim note, I will have to postpone this fiction. Again, I do not have the time I would like to have for excess writing. It should be resumed in November, but that all depends on how busy I am and what goes on. If I have a sudden inspiration along with the time for it I might throw in a chapter or two. However, if I do not update for a long period do not be discouraged and keep looking up as I fully intend to continue on.

I hope you understand this and please, review this little short chapter even if it is not worth the effort.)