Greetings! Spread the joy, the next chapter has arrived! Boy, did
that sound corny....... Anyhow, as I've mentioned, chapter three is done,
read and be merry! Silver Dragon, if you don't mind so much, I'd be happy
to use your lyrics in my fic, they're really excellent. ^_^ And yes, Ori,
that paper did fly quite far..... but it was the wind of possibilities that
blew it, and it followed the road of destiny. Oh, Anzu can write a poem
about that too...... Not really. Besides, this is an Anzu/Seto fic,
sooo....... thank you, everyone for your kindness! Most of you have
remarked about how realistic it is............. I'm flattered! I love to
hear from you, so drop me a line anytime, kay? Now, sink your teeth into
the REAL story! ^_~
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The slight sound of a plastic tray plunking down and sliding across the table was heard, rousing Anzu from her trance. Its creator sat next to her, smiling. It was Yuugi.
"Konnichiwa, Anzu-chan," he greeted her brightly in typical Yuugi- fashion. "Have you found your poem yet?"
Anzu smiled and began to relax. She nodded in affirmation.
"Where was it?" Jounouchi interjected, popping the lid off of a soda he'd purchased from a nearby vending machine.
"In the Kaiba mansion," she answered, beginning to unwrap her lunch.
"The Kaiba mansion?!" was the simontaneous reaction. Her friends stared at her, mouths agape.
"How in in the heck it'd get there?" asked Honda, staring at her wide- eyed and waiting for an explanation.
She'd expected something like this. After all, they were acting just as she had when she'd seen him on her doorstep. She did a quick recap of the situation, appropriately leaving out some unecessary facts.
"He returned it, just like that?" Honda inquired in disbelief, in his mind not sure Kaiba was capable of actually doing such a thing.
"I think he stole it and brought it back," Jounouchi offered, confident in his words.
"Come on, Jounouchi-kun, he isn't that rude. Besides, Anzu-chan's poem was of little importance to him, it was just a fortunate accident. Right, Anzu-chan?" asked Yuugi, hopeful. Little Yuugi, always trying to restore the peace; everybody's best friend.
"Right," she agreed, and forced a tight smile upon her lips. Her thinking had lead to her to believe that it wasn't just one time, one odd thing that could blow over. It was perhaps too odd to be just that. But what did it have to do with Kaiba? These were the things that continually tumbled around in her mind. But she didn't want this to involve Yuugi, or worry him in any way. As good of a friend as he was to her, this was her problem, to solve alone. Therefore she created the illusion of compromise.
"See, Jounouchi-kun? You're just jumping to conclusions."
"I still say he stole it."
"Donkey."
"Hey!"
Anzu quietly resumed eating, ignoring her friends' antics. So many questions still remained. The yarns in her mind had woven baskets and then some, and now they were mere thread, worn from constant thought, kinking and knotting.
She paused, and for only a few short moments looked at Kaiba. Forcing her eyes away, she now focused on eating once more. Yet new thoughts aroused themselves in her mind. He had looked so isolated, alone, sitting only with solitude. She felt something new, quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced, the overpowering urge to help him. With what? In an instant she wanted to know the real him, the Seto that lurked beneath the surface, know what went on his head. She actually felt a little sorry for him. Maybe, if he had someone, anyone, to talk to, someone who could get tthrough that hardened sheild, there was a person beneath, someone worth knowing. Someone she could talk to, say more than just vent the thoughts she often couldn't even properly translate into poems.
Her own musings surprised even her, and she shut off the flow of thoughts. Turning back, she faded once again into normality. But still was the echo she tried to ignore:
Maybe, maybe.............
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Characteristic brunette bob bouncing as she skipped lightly across the sidewalk, the weight of her books were forgotten, and even any other worries that usually clouded her stream of thought. She piruoetted in circles along the concrete sidewalk, veering farther out of city limits. Ahead of her lay a field, overgrown with wildflowers, that she simply could not pass up. Giving in to her childish dreams, she sprinted across the desserted street and into the field.
She shed her school bag and froliced across the vast flowery land, collapsing into the carpet of overgrowth. Pollen and petals rose like clouds of dust at the disturbance, intoxicating her with their brilliant odor.
Everthing lay still. Anzu watched the remains of the small, nameless wildflowers being blown and scattered into the winds. She sighed. A sudden breeze swept past, a sign that our poet was not yet aware of. For it was not any mere breeze like the many that aroused the peace daily, it was the wind of possibilities, sweeping down to restore fate.
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The tall presence of Kaiba Seto dominated the sidewalk. It was really spontaneous of someone of his stature to just suddenly decide to go outside in the daylight and fresh air, but it was as if someone was nagging him, lulling him almost, to do so. He had gived up ignoring the thought after having the papers in the open drawer of his file cabinent blown and scatted all across his office, so he had reluctantly rose and gave in, still without intention.
Walking swiftly across the pavement, he began to see the commercial shops that lined the streets of Domino slipping away. Ahead lay vast fields of farmland, scorched and dead in the fall sun. In his mind he wished to turn back, but mindlessly he continued, until he halted just at the outskirt of town. A bright field was on his left, alive with wildflowers still gorgeous and in their autumn prime. He felt drawn to it. With a small shrug he walked over to it, pressing his way through the callous blossoms. What better things did he have to do?
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The sound of footsteps crackling along the earth awakened her from her reverie. There was an intruder in her oasis. Out of pure curiosity she sat up. As one knows, it is quite odd to be laying in a deserted field overgrown with autumn wildflowers and suddenly find that one of your classmates had that same idea on that same date. But though this was a rare occurence, fate was at work, unbeknownst to the two who lay idle in the flower bed.
At once she spotted the intruder, very blatant in his navy attire, rising up out of the flowers like a giant. Her eyes opened wide, and she blinked disbelievingly.
"Kaiba?"
He turned, hearing his name. Seeing Anzu, his eyes widened subtly, for he was also startled.
She sat up to face him. They stood, in almost total silence, two figures parallell amongst the goldenrod and cottonwood.
"What are you doing here?"
He still stared at her, as if he had not heard the question properly. This was reminding him of their interval just yesterday. Why did he keep meeting her? And of all places, in an overgrown field?
He smirked, finally deciding to answer. "The same reason you are, I suppose."
Anzu was at a loss of words. Again had they met. These meetings were quite strange, and now in the most deserted of her special places. But why......... why Kaiba? Struggling to find the answers to her burning questions, she spoke.
"How did you know I would be here? And why......... have you come to this place?"
He sighed. Didn't she know not to ask so many questions? Oh well, what harm would it do to tell her the truth? Surely none. Yet a little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that this was progressing into something more than friendship. Ignorant, he continued.
"It's really strange, isn't it?" he said with a chuckle. Anzu watched him with wonder. "Now that I've returned your poetry the world keeps making excuses for me to meet you." He shoved his hands into his pockets and faced the sunset. "I had no intention of going anywhere. It's quite unlike your image of me, to be the kind who takes walks, isn't it? The wind scattered my work so I decided to give in. I felt drawn to this place." He faced her once more and looked her in the eyes. "I had no idea you would be here."
"I'm sorry if you thought I was accusing you," she blurted, almost nervously. "But I believe you."
He looked back at the girl, awed. Was she apologizing? For once some of the stone sheild he normally hid beneath slipped away. But this was Anzu. He'd known her since the beginning. But now............ perhaps she wasn't pretending. Perhaps........
The poet smiled shyly and sprinted over to Seto's side. "So.............now that you are here, what will you do?" She searched his face to find the answer.
The wind was blowing again. This was becoming too comfortable. But what was he worrying about? He didn't have to be anywhere. "I don't know........." his eyes scanned the horizon, the orange sunshine slipping beneath it. The air was beginning to get cool. He turned his head to speak to the girl. "It's getting kind of late." Anzu almost expected to see the old Kaiba at this next part, but his face remained blank. He looked directly at her. A shiver ran up her spine, half from the cold, half from something she couldn't say.
"You wouldn't mind so much if we were seen walking together, would you?"
She shook her head. No other reply rose to her lips.
He smiled. A genuine smile, one that so few had ever seen. Why are you acting this way, Kaiba? You have work to do, don't waste your time. But he silenced these thoughts. Somehow, this felt right...........
"Good then. We'd better start off now, if we want to be home by dark."
Another nod. She fell into stride with him, silent. They had reached the small drugstore that Anzu had went to to purchase her school supplies when she looked up at her accomplice. His face bore an uncharacteristically pleasant expression as he faced the wind, his hair slightly tousled from its touch. He actually was really cute. She blushed profusely at this and snapped her head downward.
"So.......... who do you live with?" she managed to ask after some time.
"Just Mokuba," Seto replied, still facing ahead. The stores that lay between them and the Kaiba Mansion were quickly disappearing. Too quickly for Anzu.
She gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
He smiled and looked down at her apologetically. "It's okay. I'm not hurt." Why, why was he being so nice to her?
A few moments passed after she spoke again. "Do you ever miss them?" This was a little bold, and probably if anyone else had asked it he wouldn't have replied the way he did. Yet he took it well, surprisingly.
"Of course, sometimes........... I do with they were there a lot. There are some of those days when you wish that you had them to fuss over you, reprimand your wrongdoings. But I've learned to love them and live without them. I have Mokuba, and to me that's enough." Another smile. "Answer your question?"
She looked down quickly, her cheeks flushed. He received a small nod.
The iron gates of the mansion became visible. They stopped before the entrance gate. "Well, here I am." He looked back at Anzu. "You can make it home from here, can't you? If not, I'll walk with you." Why are you promising to walk with her, Kaiba? You don't even know her. Just tell her to go home and then get inside and finish your work. He exiled these thoughts again.
She shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks for.......asking." Quit flushing! You don't like him, he's Kaiba! He ripped up Sugaroku's Blue Eyes! You don't want anything to do with him. Quit wasting time. Anzu ignored this.
"You're sure?" Of course she's sure! Now quit your worrying and go inside already. But his happiness overthrew his normal train of thought.
Once again, a nod.
"Alright then. Stay out of trouble." For God's sakes, you sound like her boyfriend! What is wrong with you?!
She turned back just before she rounded the corner. "I will. Goodnight.........Seto." And with that remark she disappeared, leaving him shocked at the gate. Had he heard that correctly? Seto? The only person who had called him Seto in over ten years was Mokuba.........
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A stray stream of light flowed into the dark room, alerting the small figure on the couch to turn off the video game console and pretend to be finishing his homework. A light switch was flicked on and when Mokuba found him, Seto was hanging his trenchcoat on the rack by the door.
He scowled. "You're late, onni-chan," he stated in a disapproving tone, arms crossed over his chest.
Seto smiled again, and plafully ruffled his brother's untidy hair. "I was taking a walk and I lost track of time," he answered, walking into the kitchen and extracting a metal pot from the cabinet.
The scowl deepened. This was absurd. These excuses did not slip by him. They were lame, even for his brother. "Then why was that girl who hangs around with Yuugi walking with you?" the younger Kaiba inquired suspiciously, watching as Seto froze halfway in opening a box of instant noodles.
His happy attitude dispersed completely. "That....... is none of your business," he answered icily, switching on the burner and slamming the noodles down on the flame to warm them. He whirled around. Sighing, he saw Mokuba's hurt expression and rubbed his temples, smiling at him solemnly as he drew his hands away. He hadn't meant to upset his brother. He loved him more than anyone.
"I'm sorry, Mokuba, I didn't mean to make it sound that way," he offered for consolance. Easily cheered, Mokuba's expression already looked uplifted.
"But why were you with that lady?" he asked, still curious. He snuck a glance out the window, seeing her about to turn the corner. He had to know more about this girl. She had made Seto happy...........
Seto grinned in defeat. "You don't like to give up, do you?" He stirred the noodles once and turned back to face his brother. "We met up walking, and it was getting kind of late, so I offered to walk her home." He grinned again. It was pretty much the truth. Mokuba didn't need to know everything. "I don't think you can find a problem with that."
"Oh, okay," the young boy replied happily, obviously satisfied.
"Good then. And I know you have homework, so go upstairs and and finish it and I'll call you down for dinner."
"Okay!" He bounded up the stairs two at a time, as most twelve-year- olds do. He was happy. But when he reached the landing, he veered off in the direction of the library rather than his room, where his backpack still lay on the floor, containing his untouched schoolwork.
"First things first," he mumbled, summoning a chair to help him reach the shelves. It took him only a few minutes to find what he needed.
Mokuba placed the chair back in its respective place at the table and plopped down in it, opening the thick publication and leafing through the pages.
"Now let's see, what was her name......"
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Yum........ I'm eating Japanese cream candies.......... Phew! I think that was a good place to end it........ Finally, I'm finished with this chapter. Seto just did not want to cooperate with me..... ^^;; But it's done and that's what counts, right? And a few questions: Did I do well in capturing Mokuba's character? Was the Seto OOC-ness too spontaneous of did it fit in? And, most importantly, I am I getting into this too fast? Oh, and sorry about the flower-field thingy........ That was really random, I don't know where in the heck it came from. Anyway, as always, r+r! I already have the ideas for the next two chappies so they'll hopefully be up in a couple days or so. See ya! *blows kisses*
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The slight sound of a plastic tray plunking down and sliding across the table was heard, rousing Anzu from her trance. Its creator sat next to her, smiling. It was Yuugi.
"Konnichiwa, Anzu-chan," he greeted her brightly in typical Yuugi- fashion. "Have you found your poem yet?"
Anzu smiled and began to relax. She nodded in affirmation.
"Where was it?" Jounouchi interjected, popping the lid off of a soda he'd purchased from a nearby vending machine.
"In the Kaiba mansion," she answered, beginning to unwrap her lunch.
"The Kaiba mansion?!" was the simontaneous reaction. Her friends stared at her, mouths agape.
"How in in the heck it'd get there?" asked Honda, staring at her wide- eyed and waiting for an explanation.
She'd expected something like this. After all, they were acting just as she had when she'd seen him on her doorstep. She did a quick recap of the situation, appropriately leaving out some unecessary facts.
"He returned it, just like that?" Honda inquired in disbelief, in his mind not sure Kaiba was capable of actually doing such a thing.
"I think he stole it and brought it back," Jounouchi offered, confident in his words.
"Come on, Jounouchi-kun, he isn't that rude. Besides, Anzu-chan's poem was of little importance to him, it was just a fortunate accident. Right, Anzu-chan?" asked Yuugi, hopeful. Little Yuugi, always trying to restore the peace; everybody's best friend.
"Right," she agreed, and forced a tight smile upon her lips. Her thinking had lead to her to believe that it wasn't just one time, one odd thing that could blow over. It was perhaps too odd to be just that. But what did it have to do with Kaiba? These were the things that continually tumbled around in her mind. But she didn't want this to involve Yuugi, or worry him in any way. As good of a friend as he was to her, this was her problem, to solve alone. Therefore she created the illusion of compromise.
"See, Jounouchi-kun? You're just jumping to conclusions."
"I still say he stole it."
"Donkey."
"Hey!"
Anzu quietly resumed eating, ignoring her friends' antics. So many questions still remained. The yarns in her mind had woven baskets and then some, and now they were mere thread, worn from constant thought, kinking and knotting.
She paused, and for only a few short moments looked at Kaiba. Forcing her eyes away, she now focused on eating once more. Yet new thoughts aroused themselves in her mind. He had looked so isolated, alone, sitting only with solitude. She felt something new, quite unlike anything she'd ever experienced, the overpowering urge to help him. With what? In an instant she wanted to know the real him, the Seto that lurked beneath the surface, know what went on his head. She actually felt a little sorry for him. Maybe, if he had someone, anyone, to talk to, someone who could get tthrough that hardened sheild, there was a person beneath, someone worth knowing. Someone she could talk to, say more than just vent the thoughts she often couldn't even properly translate into poems.
Her own musings surprised even her, and she shut off the flow of thoughts. Turning back, she faded once again into normality. But still was the echo she tried to ignore:
Maybe, maybe.............
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Characteristic brunette bob bouncing as she skipped lightly across the sidewalk, the weight of her books were forgotten, and even any other worries that usually clouded her stream of thought. She piruoetted in circles along the concrete sidewalk, veering farther out of city limits. Ahead of her lay a field, overgrown with wildflowers, that she simply could not pass up. Giving in to her childish dreams, she sprinted across the desserted street and into the field.
She shed her school bag and froliced across the vast flowery land, collapsing into the carpet of overgrowth. Pollen and petals rose like clouds of dust at the disturbance, intoxicating her with their brilliant odor.
Everthing lay still. Anzu watched the remains of the small, nameless wildflowers being blown and scattered into the winds. She sighed. A sudden breeze swept past, a sign that our poet was not yet aware of. For it was not any mere breeze like the many that aroused the peace daily, it was the wind of possibilities, sweeping down to restore fate.
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The tall presence of Kaiba Seto dominated the sidewalk. It was really spontaneous of someone of his stature to just suddenly decide to go outside in the daylight and fresh air, but it was as if someone was nagging him, lulling him almost, to do so. He had gived up ignoring the thought after having the papers in the open drawer of his file cabinent blown and scatted all across his office, so he had reluctantly rose and gave in, still without intention.
Walking swiftly across the pavement, he began to see the commercial shops that lined the streets of Domino slipping away. Ahead lay vast fields of farmland, scorched and dead in the fall sun. In his mind he wished to turn back, but mindlessly he continued, until he halted just at the outskirt of town. A bright field was on his left, alive with wildflowers still gorgeous and in their autumn prime. He felt drawn to it. With a small shrug he walked over to it, pressing his way through the callous blossoms. What better things did he have to do?
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The sound of footsteps crackling along the earth awakened her from her reverie. There was an intruder in her oasis. Out of pure curiosity she sat up. As one knows, it is quite odd to be laying in a deserted field overgrown with autumn wildflowers and suddenly find that one of your classmates had that same idea on that same date. But though this was a rare occurence, fate was at work, unbeknownst to the two who lay idle in the flower bed.
At once she spotted the intruder, very blatant in his navy attire, rising up out of the flowers like a giant. Her eyes opened wide, and she blinked disbelievingly.
"Kaiba?"
He turned, hearing his name. Seeing Anzu, his eyes widened subtly, for he was also startled.
She sat up to face him. They stood, in almost total silence, two figures parallell amongst the goldenrod and cottonwood.
"What are you doing here?"
He still stared at her, as if he had not heard the question properly. This was reminding him of their interval just yesterday. Why did he keep meeting her? And of all places, in an overgrown field?
He smirked, finally deciding to answer. "The same reason you are, I suppose."
Anzu was at a loss of words. Again had they met. These meetings were quite strange, and now in the most deserted of her special places. But why......... why Kaiba? Struggling to find the answers to her burning questions, she spoke.
"How did you know I would be here? And why......... have you come to this place?"
He sighed. Didn't she know not to ask so many questions? Oh well, what harm would it do to tell her the truth? Surely none. Yet a little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that this was progressing into something more than friendship. Ignorant, he continued.
"It's really strange, isn't it?" he said with a chuckle. Anzu watched him with wonder. "Now that I've returned your poetry the world keeps making excuses for me to meet you." He shoved his hands into his pockets and faced the sunset. "I had no intention of going anywhere. It's quite unlike your image of me, to be the kind who takes walks, isn't it? The wind scattered my work so I decided to give in. I felt drawn to this place." He faced her once more and looked her in the eyes. "I had no idea you would be here."
"I'm sorry if you thought I was accusing you," she blurted, almost nervously. "But I believe you."
He looked back at the girl, awed. Was she apologizing? For once some of the stone sheild he normally hid beneath slipped away. But this was Anzu. He'd known her since the beginning. But now............ perhaps she wasn't pretending. Perhaps........
The poet smiled shyly and sprinted over to Seto's side. "So.............now that you are here, what will you do?" She searched his face to find the answer.
The wind was blowing again. This was becoming too comfortable. But what was he worrying about? He didn't have to be anywhere. "I don't know........." his eyes scanned the horizon, the orange sunshine slipping beneath it. The air was beginning to get cool. He turned his head to speak to the girl. "It's getting kind of late." Anzu almost expected to see the old Kaiba at this next part, but his face remained blank. He looked directly at her. A shiver ran up her spine, half from the cold, half from something she couldn't say.
"You wouldn't mind so much if we were seen walking together, would you?"
She shook her head. No other reply rose to her lips.
He smiled. A genuine smile, one that so few had ever seen. Why are you acting this way, Kaiba? You have work to do, don't waste your time. But he silenced these thoughts. Somehow, this felt right...........
"Good then. We'd better start off now, if we want to be home by dark."
Another nod. She fell into stride with him, silent. They had reached the small drugstore that Anzu had went to to purchase her school supplies when she looked up at her accomplice. His face bore an uncharacteristically pleasant expression as he faced the wind, his hair slightly tousled from its touch. He actually was really cute. She blushed profusely at this and snapped her head downward.
"So.......... who do you live with?" she managed to ask after some time.
"Just Mokuba," Seto replied, still facing ahead. The stores that lay between them and the Kaiba Mansion were quickly disappearing. Too quickly for Anzu.
She gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
He smiled and looked down at her apologetically. "It's okay. I'm not hurt." Why, why was he being so nice to her?
A few moments passed after she spoke again. "Do you ever miss them?" This was a little bold, and probably if anyone else had asked it he wouldn't have replied the way he did. Yet he took it well, surprisingly.
"Of course, sometimes........... I do with they were there a lot. There are some of those days when you wish that you had them to fuss over you, reprimand your wrongdoings. But I've learned to love them and live without them. I have Mokuba, and to me that's enough." Another smile. "Answer your question?"
She looked down quickly, her cheeks flushed. He received a small nod.
The iron gates of the mansion became visible. They stopped before the entrance gate. "Well, here I am." He looked back at Anzu. "You can make it home from here, can't you? If not, I'll walk with you." Why are you promising to walk with her, Kaiba? You don't even know her. Just tell her to go home and then get inside and finish your work. He exiled these thoughts again.
She shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks for.......asking." Quit flushing! You don't like him, he's Kaiba! He ripped up Sugaroku's Blue Eyes! You don't want anything to do with him. Quit wasting time. Anzu ignored this.
"You're sure?" Of course she's sure! Now quit your worrying and go inside already. But his happiness overthrew his normal train of thought.
Once again, a nod.
"Alright then. Stay out of trouble." For God's sakes, you sound like her boyfriend! What is wrong with you?!
She turned back just before she rounded the corner. "I will. Goodnight.........Seto." And with that remark she disappeared, leaving him shocked at the gate. Had he heard that correctly? Seto? The only person who had called him Seto in over ten years was Mokuba.........
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A stray stream of light flowed into the dark room, alerting the small figure on the couch to turn off the video game console and pretend to be finishing his homework. A light switch was flicked on and when Mokuba found him, Seto was hanging his trenchcoat on the rack by the door.
He scowled. "You're late, onni-chan," he stated in a disapproving tone, arms crossed over his chest.
Seto smiled again, and plafully ruffled his brother's untidy hair. "I was taking a walk and I lost track of time," he answered, walking into the kitchen and extracting a metal pot from the cabinet.
The scowl deepened. This was absurd. These excuses did not slip by him. They were lame, even for his brother. "Then why was that girl who hangs around with Yuugi walking with you?" the younger Kaiba inquired suspiciously, watching as Seto froze halfway in opening a box of instant noodles.
His happy attitude dispersed completely. "That....... is none of your business," he answered icily, switching on the burner and slamming the noodles down on the flame to warm them. He whirled around. Sighing, he saw Mokuba's hurt expression and rubbed his temples, smiling at him solemnly as he drew his hands away. He hadn't meant to upset his brother. He loved him more than anyone.
"I'm sorry, Mokuba, I didn't mean to make it sound that way," he offered for consolance. Easily cheered, Mokuba's expression already looked uplifted.
"But why were you with that lady?" he asked, still curious. He snuck a glance out the window, seeing her about to turn the corner. He had to know more about this girl. She had made Seto happy...........
Seto grinned in defeat. "You don't like to give up, do you?" He stirred the noodles once and turned back to face his brother. "We met up walking, and it was getting kind of late, so I offered to walk her home." He grinned again. It was pretty much the truth. Mokuba didn't need to know everything. "I don't think you can find a problem with that."
"Oh, okay," the young boy replied happily, obviously satisfied.
"Good then. And I know you have homework, so go upstairs and and finish it and I'll call you down for dinner."
"Okay!" He bounded up the stairs two at a time, as most twelve-year- olds do. He was happy. But when he reached the landing, he veered off in the direction of the library rather than his room, where his backpack still lay on the floor, containing his untouched schoolwork.
"First things first," he mumbled, summoning a chair to help him reach the shelves. It took him only a few minutes to find what he needed.
Mokuba placed the chair back in its respective place at the table and plopped down in it, opening the thick publication and leafing through the pages.
"Now let's see, what was her name......"
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Yum........ I'm eating Japanese cream candies.......... Phew! I think that was a good place to end it........ Finally, I'm finished with this chapter. Seto just did not want to cooperate with me..... ^^;; But it's done and that's what counts, right? And a few questions: Did I do well in capturing Mokuba's character? Was the Seto OOC-ness too spontaneous of did it fit in? And, most importantly, I am I getting into this too fast? Oh, and sorry about the flower-field thingy........ That was really random, I don't know where in the heck it came from. Anyway, as always, r+r! I already have the ideas for the next two chappies so they'll hopefully be up in a couple days or so. See ya! *blows kisses*