Disclaimer: Still ain't mine. And will never be mine. '( Awww...
Author's Notes: Finally! After long months of silence! sighs with relief I'm soOoOoOo sorry I didn't get to update often, guys, my schedule's more hectic than, ever, and that personal problem I told you guys about is far from over. But I'm not gonna give up on this, fic, you guys, I swear! Just bear with me, okay?
Chapter 9: The Autumn Ball
She is beyond beautiful...
She was, to him, a goddess that softly glided down the marble staircase. Her slate blue strapless gown flowed behind her like mist swirling above dark waters. Soft brown tresses framed her face with outmost delicacy, and her deep cerulean orbs twinkled at him with sparkles that outshined the beauty of the stars.
Such beauty is beyond description.
A goddess that resides on earth...
Mazaki...Anzu...
Anzu...
...Anzu...
Anzu couldn't help but smile at the man before her. Yami was standing at the bottom of the staircase, looking at her with his usual plain, stoic look. But there was something different about the android's eyes. The same eyes that made her cower in fear now made her feel comfortable. The brunette saw warmth beneath the placid expresion. And that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Your father is waiting inside the limo." Yami stated as the brunette reached the bottom of the staircase. Anzu has to admit that he looked incredibly dashing in his pure black tuxedo. She also now felt even more comfortable gazing at him without his two katanas slung on his shoulders.
No one brings weapons to a cotillion.
But Anzu knew, that beneath that Armani suit are weapons—dirks and/or guns that are well hidden under the expensive textile of the tuxedo.
He is a bodyguard, afterall...
The brunette again gazed at the android's aubergine orbs, just when Yami turned to look at the blue-eyed teen. Amethyst met cerulean, the two teens' gazes locking.
Anzu felt trapped, hypnotized under her bodyguard's intense gaze. Heliotropian orbs are pulling her deeper. She was captured, yet she did not want to escape.
Its his eyes...
...his eyes...
His eyes...
"We need to go now," Yami's clear, resounding voice made her step out of her reverie. Blood rushed to Anzu's cheeks upon noticing her distance with the android. She must've been too mesmerized with the her bodyguard's eyes that she did not notice that the space between them was decreasing. Their noses were almost touching, and their lips were closer than they should be.
The brunette looked away, blushing. "Let us leave, then."
The Autumn Ball will be held at the Nagasaki mansion located at the outskirts of the city. The Mazakis' limosine stopped in front of the vast oak doors, and the three stepped put of the vehicle, joining the small elegantly garbed crowd.
Two men stood guard at the doors, passively staring at the visitors passing through the small, barely visible laser lights, coming from the small devices wedged on the open doors. These lasers are advanced weapon detectors, designed to pass through human flesh and all other matter—except through argentum metalloids—the main component of all weaponries to date.
Anzu glanced just in time to see the Prime Minister of Japan, together with his wife pass through the lasers with ease. The young couple behind them is the Minister's son, also with his wife. All one has to do is glance around the familiar faces of politicians, business tycoons and both local and foreign stars and he would not have to wonder why such security measures are being taken.
The gathering of the rich and famous, Anzu thought wryly.
Yami, who was standing right beside the brunette suddenly stopped short. Deep blue orbs pored into amethyst irises, a look of concern evident over them. "What's wrong, Yami?"
The android looked at the semi-transparent laser lights, his face impassive and unreadable. "I can't go through in there."
It seemed that the guards—in spite of their tall, bulking figures—heard the teen, who's still a few feet away. One left his position, walking towards Yami while casting shadows on the faces of the guests as he strode by.
"'You hiding something, kid?"
The android did not even flinch at the harsh tone. Aubergine orbs lazily stared up to the bulking figure, completely unfazed. Yami's right hand fingered the small, silver dagger well hidden inside his pocket.
"Tough one, are we?" the guard placed his heavy hand on the android's shoulder, whose lips twitch into a small, barely noticable smirk as he did. Aubergine orbs glowed scarlet, his fingers automatically locking into dagger. Kaiba has not contacted him hinting anything about a match in the future since his battle with Mirage. Apparently, no company had the guts to challange the Kaiba Corporation after Al Haj Industries.
Indeed, Kaiba Corporation is well on its way to being the top company in the Underworld.
The thought of fulfilling his creator's purpose excited Yami even more. Add that to the mounting tension between him and the bodyguard and it won't take long before this formal ball turns into a bloody massacre.
Just one wrong move...
Anzu noticed the sudden change of color in the android's eyes. Immediately—almost reflexively—she placed her hand outside the android's pocket—just above her bodyguard's terse, quivering hand. "Yami..."
The brunette's touch was a charm. Yami could feel Anzu's delicate fingers gently pressed against his through the layers of the business suit. The android glanced at those worried, pleading azure orbs before closing his eyes and sighing. He slowly loosened his grip on the dagger; and again, he turned to face the bodyguard, his now amethyst irises again impassive and unreadable.
Yami couldn't think of a decent, humane way of getting past the bulky man and the security system without revealing himself for what he really is. The reason why he can't go through the lasers were not the weapons he possessed. He already anticipated the complex security measures that would be taken, so he he left his guns back in the mansion and brought his favorite, fine-crafted silver dagger—along with few small dirks along with him. These weapons are purely made of silver—so it could pass off at any laser system as jewelries; and many of the guests are currently sporting the precious metal as their own personal jewelry. The truth behind his reluctancy is he, himself. His chips are highly sensitive to strong light particles, going through one could causehis systems to malfunction. And on top of that, his chassis is partly made up of argentum metalloid.
"What's going on in there, Hikima?"
Hikima, the guard, removed his burly hand from the android's shoulder before turning around to face the man who called him. "Mr. Nagasaki..."
Author's Notes: Cliffie or no cliffie, that is the question... Hehe... just don't forget to drop in your reviews, guys, they're the ones that always gives me the inspiration when I felt like giving up on this fic. Really! I'm not kidding about it, they really keep me going! )