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Seto dutifully took Anzu's hand and led her from his room and down the winding corridors to the kitchen. He watched with appreciation as she rummaged through the fridge and several cupboards in order to find the ingredients she needed.

"Is pizza good for you?" she asked. "Anything other than that would probably take too long."

"Whatever you want to make is fine by me," Seto said. Anzu nodded then he continued to watch as she flew around the kitchen. Soon, much sooner than Seto had expected, the pizza was prepared and in the oven and Anzu was putting together a salad to go on the side.

"Lunch will be ready in about 10 minutes," she said as she quickly chopped a tomato, "so you might want to call Mokuba down."

Seto nodded and pulled his cellphone from his pocket, hitting a speed dial number. "Mokuba," he said as the call was answered, "Lunch will be ready in about 10 minutes so could you get washed up please." he waited for Mokuba to confirm that he would, then he hung up to find Anzu staring incredulously at him. "What?"

"You call Mokuba on the phone when he is in the same house?" she asked.

Seto shrugged. "You've seen how big this house is," he said. "It's not like I can call up the stairs so using the phone is the next best thing."

"I'd have thought that you'd have an intercom," she said.

"There is one," Seto said, "but it can be unreliable or Mokuba may not be in the room. If I call him on the phone at least I can be sure that he has got the message."

"What happens if he leaves it behind or the batteries die?"

"Then I have to go and find him," Seto said. "If that happens he knows that I won't be pleased so he makes sure that he keeps his phone fully charged and on him at all times."

"That makes sense, I guess." She shook her head. "What are we drinking?" she asked by way of changing the subject, "and where will we be eating?"

"We'll eat in the small dining room next door and I think I spotted some sparkling juice whilst you were raiding the fridge. That should go well," Seto supplied.

"Could you set the table then please," she gave a wide grin, "or is such a thing beneath you?"

"No, I think I can manage to do that much," Seto said, opening a drawer to obtain some cutlery. He left the room for a moment, then returned to obtain glasses and the juice.

Anzu had just finished serving the pizza, when Mokuba arrived, a wary look upon his face that quickly gave way to shock.

"Anzu?" Mokuba was stunned. "What..." he turned to Seto, "What is going on?" he demanded.

"Sit down and eat your pizza, Mokuba," Seto said. "Anzu was kind enough to prepare it for us so we can sit and eat before it goes cold."

"Anzu, you made pizza?" Mokuba's eyes lit up. "Awesome!" He rushed to his seat, ready to dig in, but before he started, he gave both of them a stern look. "You're not getting out of explaining this, though."

Seto noticed that Anzu paled and looked down. "Mokuba, you are making Anzu uncomfortable," he pointed out.

"Sorry, Anzu," Mokuba said contritely. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's fine," she said, giving Mokuba a small smile. "Now dig in before it gets cold."

With that said they bent to their meal, but Anzu was still feeling quite uncomfortable, especially as there was a complete dearth of conversation.

Seto noted that Anzu's discomfiture had not abated and realised that the now oppressive silence was not helping. "This pizza is really good," he said by way of trying to make her feel better. "My compliments to the chef."

"Thank you, Seto," Anzu said with a blush, "but it was nothing really."

"Rubbish," Mokuba said with gusto. "your pizzas are always amazing."

"You've had pizza made by Anzu before?" Seto asked, eyebrow raised.

"Hell yes!" Mokuba exclaimed with a grin. "She always makes them for Movie Night, at least when I've been allowed to attend and I can tell you that they are always gone in a flash."

"I can imagine," Seto said wryly, looking towards Anzu. "So how many do you have to make for the mutt to eat on his own?"

"Be nice, Seto," Anzu said. "Jonouchi doesn't eat more than any of the others." She stopped and appeared to consider for a moment. "Well, not much more anyway."

Mokuba knew that Seto didn't want him to bring it up yet, but he had to. "So... you and Anzu?" he looked confused. "Not that I disapprove, but," he looked at Anzu, "what will your friends think? Especially Yugi?"

"That is one of the reasons that we have kept our... association... on the quiet," Seto explained. "We both know that some of the group would not approve."

"And everyone seems to expect that I should be with Yugi," Anzu added sadly. "Like they think it's his due or something." She shook her head. "I can only ever think of Yugi as a good friend, or maybe like a brother. I can't think of him in any other way at all."

"But isn't he bound to find out about this eventually?" Mokuba asked.

"Yes, I know that's inevitable," Anzu said, looking a little stressed, "and that is why I am going to tell him as soon as I can."

"You won't say anything, will you Mokuba?" Seto said sternly. "This is Anzu's secret to tell and she feels that it is her duty to tell him for herself."

"I can understand that," Mokuba said, "and I think Yugi will be OK with it eventually but I'm not so sure about the rest, especially Jonouchi. You know how he feels about you, Seto."

"How the mutt feels is of little consequence to me," Seto said off handedly, "beyond whether he upsets or otherwise makes life difficult for Anzu of course."

"He'll have to come around sooner or later," Anzu said, obviously with more conviction than she was currently feeling. She sighed. "I just know that Yugi is going to be so upset."

"So how on earth did you two get together?" Mokuba asked. "No offence, but really, this is the last thing that I would have expected to happen."

"Anzu came to tell me off after I challenged Yugi on the journey back from Egypt," Seto said. "We came to an... understanding, then went out a few times and... here we are." Seto grabbed Anzu's hand under the table and squeezed it, causing her to blush and smile.

"Hang on a moment," Mokuba said, "What about..." he tailed off, not wanting to say anything that might upset Anzu, but he really needed to know about the blonde woman with glasses that Seto had taken to that business function the previous weekend. But then he remembered that it had been all over the papers and unless she was totally oblivious, Anzu had to know about it already. "What about that Kisa woman you took out last weekend?"

"Ah, Kisa," Seto said with a smirk. "That, Mokuba, was Anzu."

"You're kidding?" Mokuba gasped. "I didn't recognise her at all!"

"That was the general idea," Anzu supplied. "We went out the weekend before that and Seto was similarly disguised."

"What, you mean he was wearing a dress?" Mokuba laughed.

"Very funny, Mokuba," Seto said, even as Anzu giggled beside him. "But we are going to go out today as well, although I don't think a disguise will be required this time." He turned to Anzu. "Antoine Pierre wants to see 'Kisa' dance again, so I have made the appropriate arrangements."

"What!" Anzu was aghast at this bombshell. "Why didn't you tell me this before now?" She looked at Seto accusingly.

"The time was not appropriate," Seto said, "and I didn't want you to worry about it and spoil our evening."

"Well, I'm worrying about it now," she said frantically. "I haven't had time to prepare, I..." she looked at Seto with panic, "is he expecting to see Kisa or Anzu?" she asked.

"I did warn him that Kisa was actually a disguise so he shouldn't be expecting anything in particular," Seto said.

"When do we have to be there?" Anzu asked, calming a touch.

"In an hour or two," Seto said nonchalantly. "We have plenty of time."

"But... I'm not dressed appropriately and..." Anzu gasped again.

"Anzu," Seto squeezed her hand, trying to calm her panic, "you are fine as you are, really."

"Can I come?" Mokuba piped up. "I'd really like to see you dance, Anzu."

"Thank you Mokuba," Anzu said, beginning to get hold of herself again. "I think I could use the extra moral support."

Seto was a little peeved that Anzu had pre-empted him somewhat, but he held his tongue. It was only fair, especially as he had just dropped that massive bombshell on her with no warning. He watched with confusion as Anzu got up and began clearing the plates. "You don't have to do that," he said. "That's what we have staff for."

Anzu gave him a frank look. "Unless I am very much mistaken, there are no staff here right now as you gave them the weekend off. It would be very rude of me to use the kitchen and not clean up after myself, guest or not. And I know that cooks can be very territorial over their kitchens so I don't want to get on their bad side before I've even met them."

"She does have a point," Mokuba agreed. "Miss Chisa gets really upset if her kitchen is in a mess."

"Well, that settles it then," Anzu said decisively. "It won't take me long." She finished gathering the plates and cutlery then she disappeared into the kitchen. That left Seto and Mokuba sitting alone in the dining room.

"Seto, what the hell are you thinking?" Mokuba said. "I know I said you should get a girlfriend and preferably someone like Anzu, but I didn't expect you to go out and get Anzu herself!" He gave Seto a sidelong look. "You didn't do this to get at Yugi, did you?" The accusation was thick in his voice.

Seto shook his head. He should have known that Mokuba would end up thinking along those lines. He was a Kaiba after all. "It may have started out that way," he admitted quietly, not wanting to lie to his brother but also not wanting Anzu to overhear, "but now..." he trailed off and looked at the ceiling. "It's different now."

Mokuba gave him a sceptical look. It appeared that Seto had it bad, but knowing how ruthless his brother could be, Mokuba wasn't about to take anything for granted. "Just don't hurt her, Seto," he entreated. "Anzu is one of my precious friends and she really doesn't deserve that."

"I'll do my best," Seto said, standing along with Mokuba as Anzu returned. He really did mean it too.

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Isono had returned to work as Anzu had finished clearing the lunch things away, Seto having arranged for him to come back in time for them to make their journey.

The ride to meet Antoine Pierre was quite strained, Anzu noted. Obviously something had passed between the brothers whilst she had been clearing away and she was almost certain that it had something to do with her. She felt that she had to break the silence as it was becoming too oppressive, but she didn't quite know what to say.

"Um... did I do something?" she asked uncertainly after a few more moments.

"What do you mean?" Kaiba said coolly. She winced at his tone.

"I mean... this... silence," she said, indicating the three of them. "I really don't want to come between you guys so..."

"I'm sorry, Anzu" Mokuba spoke up, causing Seto to look sharply at him. "I questioned Seto's motives for being with you and he did not take it very well." He turned to his brother. "Sorry Seto," he apologised. "I like Anzu and I like the idea of you having someone other than me to share your life with. Anzu is perfect, really."

"Thank you Mokuba," Seto said, inclining his head, then he found himself with a lapful of young Kaiba.

"And that is why I don't want to come between you guys," Anzu said, looking at them embracing with a melancholy air, "your relationship is way too important for that." Seto and Mokuba looked at each other, then at Anzu, as one opening their arms for her to join the embrace. Anzu hesitated, not sure what to do.

"Come on, big sister," Mokuba said with a smile. Anzu jolted at being called that, then smiled in return and joined them on the other side of the car. At least the silence was broken now and she thanked heavens that Isono was at the wheel. If Seto had been driving then this conversation could not have taken place and things would likely have been strained for quite a while longer.

Shortly they arrived at the studio where they would meet with Antoine Pierre and Seto led a nervous Anzu along with an exuberant Mokuba inside.

"Ah, Seto," Antoine said as he greeted the CEO by kissing him soundly on the cheek, "and young Mokuba too. I see you have grown since the last time I saw you."

"It's good to see you too, Antoine," Mokuba said, bouncing excitedly.

Antoine looked confused as his eyes lit upon Anzu. "I thought you were bringing Kisa to see me," he wondered. "But who is this lovely young lady."

"This is Anzu Mazaki," Kaiba said. "I already explained that she was masquerading as Kisa for the sole purpose of the business function. Her friends would never have understood, so the subterfuge was necessary."

"Ah, forbidden love. How romantic," Antoine said with a touch of the dramatic. "It is lovely to meet you again, my dear," he greeted the blushing girl as he kissed her hand.

"It is good to meet you too," Anzu said, trying her hardest not to gush.

"I do hope that you are keeping young Seto on his toes," Antoine said with a twinkle in his eye.

"I do my best," Anzu said with a smile, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... how do you know Seto?"

"He didn't tell you?" Antoine asked with surprise. "Why, I'm the one who taught him how to dance."

"Really?" Anzu asked looking over at Seto.

"That is true," Seto said. "Gozaburo," no-one missed the grimace that passed over Seto's features as he mentioned his late adoptive father, "called Antoine in as it was necessary for me to learn and he wanted the best." Seto gave a wry smile, "It has to be said that Antoine had his work well and truly cut out for him."

"Yes," Antoine nodded sagely. "For someone cursed with two left feet he really has come a long way." He clapped his hands, "So... can you dance for me, Anzu, my dear?"

"I don't have anything with me," Anzu said apologetically. "Seto only sprang this on me a couple of hours ago and I was not in a position to be able to prepare."

"That will not be a problem," Seto said. "Isono," Seto summoned his ever-present personal servant, "could you bring the bag from the back of the car?"

"Yes sir," the stoic man replied, bowing and then leaving the room. He returned a couple of moments later with a black bag in tow. "I take it that this is the correct one, sir?"

"It is, thank you, Isono," Seto said, then he turned to Anzu. "You should find everything that you need in there.

"Thank you Seto," Anzu said, flushing again. She knew the items in the bag would fit as Seto was nothing if not thorough. "Where should I go to change?" she asked.

"If you just pop through there," Antoine indicated a door with his cane, "you'll find some changing rooms on the left."

"Thank you," Anzu said politely. She left to change, giving Antoine and the Kaiba brothers chance to talk.

"Does she attend a dancing school?" Antoine asked, a worried edge to his voice.

"I know that she does take lessons," Seto said, inclining his head.

"Yeah, she goes two or three times a week," Mokuba piped up.

"Do you know which dance school she attends?" Antoine asked.

"She's never told anyone," Mokuba said, shaking his head. "She made out that Jonouchi and Honda might show up and spoil things for her, but I got the impression that there was more to it than that."

"It is not unreasonable to assume that the mutt would do such a thing," Seto said.

"Which is why she used it as an excuse I guess," Mokuba shrugged. "Something felt off about it though."

"I see," Antoine said. "The only reason I ask is because I've never seen Anzu at any of the dance schools around Domino and I do the rounds fairly often. One never knows where Talent may be found, after all. But never mind that for now," he said brightening. "I am quite looking forward to putting her though her paces. From what I saw at the function last week, she should be quite amazing. We can ask her about the rest afterwards."

Anzu returned at that point. She was wearing a light blue leotard and soft dance shoes. Seto's mouth went dry as he took in her toned figure. She really was beautiful.

"Alright, Anzu my dear," Antoine said in a tone that brought Seto back to his senses, "let's put you through your paces." He crossed to a stereo on the far side of the room and switched it on. "First warm up then show me what you can do."

Anzu did her warm up exercises, then started dancing, hesitantly at first, but she soon found her rhythm and began to lose herself in the music. Antoine gave instructions at various intervals, punctuated with a wave of his cane and Anzu followed those instructions, impeccably doing whatever he asked of her. Seto swelled with pride as he realised that Anzu wasn't just good, she was seriously talented.

"OK, now cool down," Antoine said with a clap of his hands. Anzu dutifully went through her cooling down exercises, then crossed to where he was standing with Seto and Mokuba. Mokuba held out a bottle of water which Anzu gratefully took and drained.

"I must say," Antoine began, "that I am most impressed, but I am left wondering..." he gave Anzu a puzzled look, "I often visit the dance studios in the area, but I have never seen you before. Whose classes do you attend?"

Anzu looked worried. "I... I attend Madame Kazuki's dance school three times a week," she said, uncertainty clear in her voice.

"Really?" Antoine was surprised. "But I was only there just last week. I didn't see you and I would definitely have remembered a talent such as yours."

Anzu looked at the ground. Antoine and Seto looked at each other with some alarm. Mokuba had been right. There was something going on here. "Anzu?" Seto said, prompting her.

"Madame Kazuki..." Anzu began, then she paused and sighed. "She... she keeps me out of the way when any talent scouts come around."

"But why would she do that?" Mokuba asked. "You're really good!"

"Jealousy," Anzu stated. "The other girls..." she sighed, "they are mostly rich and spoiled and they can't stand that I'm better than them." She shook her head. "Madame Kazuki panders to their whims because they pay her a lot more than I could ever afford to."

"Well!" The outrage was clear to hear in Antoine's voice, "We cannot be having that!" He frowned, "Madame Kazuki should be promoting a talent such as yours, not hiding it away. This is an utter scandal and I won't stand for it!" He punctuated that with a harsh tap of his cane on the wooden floor.

"Well, you've seen me now," Anzu said, "so surely that should be the end of it."

"So you want to let that Kazuki woman get away with what she's done to you?" Mokuba demanded in outrage. "That's not right!"

"You are quite correct about that," Antoine said. "I certainly won't be letting it lie and I shall be having stern words with that woman."

"Actually, I have a better idea," Seto interjected. "We should expose her." There was no way that Seto would let anyone hurt what was his and get away with it. The strength of these feelings surprised him with their intensity, but he pushed them to one side and looked at Anzu kindly. "That is... if it would be OK with you, Anzu."

"I don't know..." Anzu said, obviously worried about any potential repercussions.

"Don't worry about what she might try to do to you," Seto said. "She wouldn't dare try to cross us, especially once we are done with her."

"Alright," Anzu said. If Seto said that she wouldn't be able to try anything, she would believe him. "So... what is it that you have in mind?" she asked, feeling a little better.

"That's more like it," Seto gave an evil looking grin. "Now, this is what we shall do..."

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