Oh my God…oh my God…OH MY GOD! I'M UPDATING! :Loud applause and cheers with confetti being thrown everywhere. Even a marching band goes through playing some sort of victory song: I KNOW! OK, I was getting ready for my first day of classes when it suddenly hit me; AN IDEA! So, after I finished, I ran to my laptop, sat down, and began to type this junk, which isn't the story, and is probably making you all want to attack me in a rabid form of impatience. SO, without further ado, AN UPDATE!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, meaning I don't own Seto or Anzu. I merely own the plot of the story and the cobwebs and dust that have settled on it over the past year or so.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The Game Grows More Dangerous

In the murky slums of the town, stray dogs barked as they raced down the rotting road filled with debris. A lone figure stepped into a murky puddle and their mouth formed a grimacing frown as they continued to tread down the road towards a single building.

Opening the door, the bell jingled weakly and they stepped inside. It was a dark room with a single candle lit and a person sitting next to it, their face shrouded in shadows. Without even looking up, their lips twitched into a dark grin.

"So…you've come."

"Of course," came the cold-as-steel, feminine voice. The woman lowered their hood and approached the man sitting at the old, rotten wooden table, declining the offer to sit on a dusty, moth-eaten cushion rudely.

"Did you bring my compensation?" impatiently, the woman pulled a small sack from her cloak and pushed it to the man. He weighed the coins in his hand before nodding and tucking it away in his coat before setting some parchment down. "Here is everything I was able to find on Anzu Mazaki."

The woman snatched the documents and fingered through them, furrowing her brows as she did so.

"Apparently, she was a deadly assassin for the Northern Clan, headed by Yoshinori until recently."

"And recently she came to dig her slutty claws into Seto Kaiba." The man shrugged.

"It was difficult finding much on her. But I do know her family was killed in her infancy and she has been in the clan all of her life. Be cautious. She was the fastest and deadliest of her clan. If you push her too far, you may regret it, Minako."

She stepped into the light and revealed her face to him, glowering.

"Worry about your own hide." She grinned cruelly. "I now have a way to deal with this little pest once and for all." With that, she left his home swiftly and the man took a pipe and inhaled it deeply.

"A foolish woman…" he murmured deeply. "This game can only end in loss."

"I haven't seen Minako recently," Anzu sighed thoughtfully. She lay with Seto in his bed, both naked under the covers and holding each other in an intimate embrace. It boggled her mind how, only a few short weeks ago, she would have rather stab her own eyes out than be bedded by this man. Now, she looked forward to it above all other things.

"Thank God," Seto sighed, stroking her soft, brown hair gently. "Maybe she's finally given up and left us in peace."

"That would be nice," Anzu sighed. "But things are rarely that simple or perfect."

"True…" He smiled down at her and kissed her head. "Unless we're talking about you." She smirked and lightly punched his arm.

"Don't start saying such corny stuff. It's a turn off." He laughed lightly and hugged her closer, enjoying her soft, warm body against his. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier as she snuggled up against him.

"Tired?"

"Just a little?"

"Then sleep." She yawned and slowly closed her eyes and Seto did the same, feeling her soft breathing as she drifted to sleep. He soon followed suit and neither stirred when the door creaked open and shadowy figure sauntered into the room, looming over them.

"I know who you really are, whore," Minako's voice hissed. "And I'll make sure Seto is free of you." She turned and left, grabbing a fur coat before leaving the house in a chariot.

"Where to, Miss Minako?" the man asked her.

"Just go to the north and I'll tell you when to stop," she said coldly. The man nodded and they took off down the road.

It was a cloudy day with the threat of rain looming over Yoshinori's mansion. A series of assasins were training outside and stopped when a carriage rode up. Inside the heart of the mansion, Yoshinori sat in his office, looking over a series of scrolls, a stern frown on his face. A knock came on the door and Yoshinori looked up from the scroll he was reading.

"Enter," he stated simply. The door was opened by two men in black uniforms, their masks over their faces. Minako entered the room in a silk, red kimono with her hair up in a bun, lips painted red and white powder on her porcelain face.

"Yoshinori-san?"

"Yes. Who are you?" he asked, arching a brow at her. She smiled smoothly at him.

"My name is Minako. I believe I sent a messenger to you?"

"Hmm…yeah." He pulled out a piece of parchment and skimmed over it for a moment before looking up at her, his eyes half-lidded. "You claim to know the whereabouts of Anzu Mazaki?"

"I do. But first, I want to know what the story on her is."

"Why do you need to know that?" he asked.

"Call it personal curiosity."

"She was my finest assassin and she betrayed me by leaving. So now I want her back so I can show her what happens when you cross me." Minako arched a brow and smirked.

"Well, I want her to know what happens when you cross me as well. You see, while she was away, she became a whore and stole my fiancé from me, so I want her to pay. Unfortunately, he doesn't believe me when I tell him she's not who she appears to be."

"Well, don't fret, I'll be happy to take her off your hands."

"That's all I ask."

"So where can I find my little runaway?"

Short, sweet, to the point. HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES? It's time for a magical plot twist! I think I see an ending for this fic after all. I'M SO HAPPY!

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