Welcome back, everybody! Okay......... This fic is getting quite
popular! *blush* I didn't know you guys loved me so much! Well, all I can
say is, this chapter is payment. So sorry for not getting this up sooner, a
lot has come up between school and family, so I've been pretty busy. And if
I write when I'm busy, it sounds rushed and it isn't good at all. Be glad
for its lateness, I wanted to give you the best, you certainly deserve it!
Oh, and I'm really sorry for the Kaiba OOC-ness in the previous chappie;
he'll be back to the coldhearted jerk that we all know and love this time,
kay? Very well...... let's................................*drumroll* BEGIN!
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Anzu's eyelids sagged, the sensei's lesson becoming a drone. She'd finally clambered into bed at two o' clock last night after writing poem after poem. Her inspiration seemed to be on a constant peak. Now she paid the price for her writings.
The lazy autumn air seemed to be just what she needed to finally really fall asleep. Her head rested upon the desktop, her mouth open slightly, rythmically breathing. No one seemed to notice this fact, however, because everyone was listening to the details of a huge literature assignment.
Everyone except Kaiba.
Who, unlike Anzu, was simply not listening. The assignment was something about discovering hidden personalities within classmates you supposed you knew well, from what he gathered. The whole project was to take a month, and you were to select a person to partner up with. In those thirty-one days you were to find out everything you possibly could about that person, so that when you presented it on the due date, the class would feel as if they were meeting a new student. It sounded juvenile and absurd to Seto. Which was why he was finishing his math homework instead. At least the numbers kept his mind occupied on something other than the sensei's mindless chatter and would actually serve a purpose later in life.
This served as punishment. He had been very stupid the night before. He must not let such matters happen again. Emotions were invalid; they would only get in the way of his work, the work that which Gozaburo's haunting image still plagued him to finish. How could he have let it get so far from friendliness in so short a time?
He ignored and fought the pivotal pull that tried to convert his ways, the wind that blew him on that route. The wrong route. He couldn't fall in love. He didn't have the time.
But fate would see about that.
"So, you heard the directions. Grab your notebooks, get those pens out of your mouths, and go find a partner."
Seto's pencil stopped in mid-equation. His peers rose and scrambled around the room like chickens with their heads cut off. Naturally, no one came within five feet of him, and he wasn't surprised, with the kind of reputation he had. This didn't bother him a bit, but it would a certain sleeping girl sitting in the only other desk besides his that wasn't vacant.
Anzu.
He sighed. If fate wanted to play these littles games, he'd play right along. But it still wouldn't change his mindset any. He rose from his seat and walked towards hers. Shaking her shoulder gently, he whispered, "Get up."
She moaned slightly. Her eyelids twitched and then fluttered open. "Mmmmmm?" She looked up and saw Seto withdraw his hand from her shoulder. She stumbled to her feet in a rush, flustered.
"So you've decided to join us." His lips twisted into their standard smirk.
"Ummmm, what?" she asked, obviously not awake. She rubbed her her eyes and suppressed a yawn, looking at him with her huge blue eyes, sparkling anew with fresh slumber.
He was patient. "The assignment. We're supposed to have a partner for a month's time. She has the idea that if we gather everything we possibly can about this person in that time that when we present it to class, we'll be meeting a new person. I think the whole thing is insane, but I don't think it's worth the sacrifice of our grade."
She nodded. "So..... why are you telling me this?" She leaned against her desk, trying to coverup a small yawn. She smiled at him sheepishly, blinking heavily.
The poor girl was still half asleep. "You're going to be my partner."
She sat back down at the small desk, curling up in her sweater. "I like that," she said sleepily, and then drifted off, a content smile on her lips.
"I'm sure you will," he stated sardonically, looking back at her peaceful expression as headed back to his seat. "I'm sure you will."
With the traces of a sadistic grin on his face he headed his paper, directing all of his thoughts toward work, once again tuning out the world around him
Fate giggled impishly, sending a sudden, raucous breeze through the tree limbs. If only he could see how truly absurd he was to say so. No one could outsmart destiny. He had already strayed down the path to denial, of course the wrong one.
Who knew what would happen in that month's time?
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She slowly unknotted the the fabric, more tedious than usual. Everything had been slow and distant today. Removing a small, colorful package of Japanese noodles from the bundle, she waited until she heard Yuugi arrive, always the last to join them.
"Hello minna," he announced.
"Yuugi........ do you mind if go talk with someone for a minute?' she inquired, her eyes flickering toward the menacing figure of one CEO sitting directly behind her.
The young boy looked at her and blinked, puzzled. "Sure......" he said in respondence, "but why?"
"Just something to do with homework, that's all," she explained, flashing him a reassuring smile.
"Oh, alright then," was the automatic reply, the youth ensured by Anzu's word.
"Arigato!" And she was up and halfway across the cafeteria before anyone could make another comment.
Honda swallowed a bite of soggy, grease-covered cafeteria tempura. "She's certainly on the get-go lately," he remarked.
The remaining occupants exchanged knowing looks.
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Thunk. Seto's head snapped attentively in response to the clatter. He was mildly surprised to see Anzu sliding in the bench opposite of him. Wait, then again, he wasn't. Damn. He knew he shouldn't have done that last night. Now she would think it was okay for them to suddenly start hanging out together all of the time, all because of that dumb project. Hatred for the poor teacher was already beginning to rise in veins.
With a small sigh, he looked upon his visitor. "You're asking about our assignment, right?" he asked as smoothly as he could.
"It wasn't that hard to guess, I suppose," she replied with a short giggle, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She rested her elbows on the table and gave him a smirk of her own. "We could start tonight, if you want to. My house after school sound okay? The sooner the better." What she didn't say was that she was actually looking forward to the project, but she herself didn't know this as a whole conscious thought yet.
There was no use in arguing; the whole thing was probably harmless anyhow. "Fine. Meet me outside after school, we'll walk together." His expression never changed.
"Good. See you then!" she replied surprisingly tersely, seeming to ignore his rudeness. She waved a small goodbye as she turned to leave and skipped off to join her friends once more.
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Seto leaned against the stone column, tossing his wristwatch in the air. He glanced at the piece of metal for a second, examining the time. 6:07. He began to toss it again, his icy stare utterly ignorant of the passing students around him. The watch had been his father's. It was a family heirloom. As the years had stretched after his father's death, became far and wide between, Seto had forgotten its semblance. Still he absentmindedly placed it in his pocket every day before departing for school.
At long last a breathless Anzu bolted through the exit, and Seto straightened up at her approach and slipped the watch back into his pocket. Immediately as she stepped in stride he began walking, her beside him panting and stuffing papers into her school bag.
"You're late."
"Gomenasai! I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I dropped my books on the way out." She looked up at him, but he stared on ahead at the empty air. Something told her this wouldn't be anything like the walk they'd taken last night.
He made a short grunt of affirmation and then the conversation became idle for a good while. As the scenery escaped them, Anzu grew nervous under the tension.
"So, how shall we begin?" she offered, some hope still shining like a shard of glass in the sun within the good of her heart that the conversation could be saved.
"We'll ask each other the necessary questions. And then I'll leave." He never turned her way.
Discouraged, Anzu looked down at the sidewalk and sighed dejectedly. It was no use. He had already forgotten last night, or rather forced himself to forget.
She wouldn't let him forget again.
They reached the door. She curved her head around to look at him again before they entered.
"Make yourself at home. I can fix us something to eat if you'd like, but I don't think you're going to stay long, ne?"
He gave her a wry grin. "The sooner the better," he quoted. She nodded, the gesture taking more effort than usual, and slowly led him up to her room.
She opened the door and peered into her room, making sure it was presentable. Seeing that they was nothing within view that looked objectionable, she swung the door open and they both walked in.
She flopped down on the bed and offered Seto one small, terse smile, knowing that he wouldn't acknowledge it. He stood in the opposite corner of the room near her dresser, looking pointedly away from her at a very interesting subject; the wall. She was suddenly very nervous at the prospect of having him in her room.
Drawing in a deep breath, she leaned over and grabbed her notebook, flipped to a fresh page, and grabbed her pencil. She looked at him to begin, and their eyes locked.
How could she begin?
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I'm watching............... Yu-Gi-Oh! Meyari is cute ^^ You really can't tell she and Mokuba apart in that one scene....... He says 'Onni-sama' way too many times though, have you noticed? *ahem* Well, I'm FINALLY finished with this chapter. It took forever, I wasn't in the mood to write, so busy and all. Also I'm having a little problem with the seasons if you've noticed. In the first chapter when Anzu is watching the leaves outside of her window, I make a remark about peach blossoms and spring, but then in the third chapter it's suddenly autumn. I'll have to go fix that ^^;; Anyhow, I promise, the next chapter will be up soon, I already have it all planned. I'm feeling really creative this week so you might even see it tomorrow!
Wow, I talk too much. Well, say ya minna-san! Sayonara! *waves*
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Anzu's eyelids sagged, the sensei's lesson becoming a drone. She'd finally clambered into bed at two o' clock last night after writing poem after poem. Her inspiration seemed to be on a constant peak. Now she paid the price for her writings.
The lazy autumn air seemed to be just what she needed to finally really fall asleep. Her head rested upon the desktop, her mouth open slightly, rythmically breathing. No one seemed to notice this fact, however, because everyone was listening to the details of a huge literature assignment.
Everyone except Kaiba.
Who, unlike Anzu, was simply not listening. The assignment was something about discovering hidden personalities within classmates you supposed you knew well, from what he gathered. The whole project was to take a month, and you were to select a person to partner up with. In those thirty-one days you were to find out everything you possibly could about that person, so that when you presented it on the due date, the class would feel as if they were meeting a new student. It sounded juvenile and absurd to Seto. Which was why he was finishing his math homework instead. At least the numbers kept his mind occupied on something other than the sensei's mindless chatter and would actually serve a purpose later in life.
This served as punishment. He had been very stupid the night before. He must not let such matters happen again. Emotions were invalid; they would only get in the way of his work, the work that which Gozaburo's haunting image still plagued him to finish. How could he have let it get so far from friendliness in so short a time?
He ignored and fought the pivotal pull that tried to convert his ways, the wind that blew him on that route. The wrong route. He couldn't fall in love. He didn't have the time.
But fate would see about that.
"So, you heard the directions. Grab your notebooks, get those pens out of your mouths, and go find a partner."
Seto's pencil stopped in mid-equation. His peers rose and scrambled around the room like chickens with their heads cut off. Naturally, no one came within five feet of him, and he wasn't surprised, with the kind of reputation he had. This didn't bother him a bit, but it would a certain sleeping girl sitting in the only other desk besides his that wasn't vacant.
Anzu.
He sighed. If fate wanted to play these littles games, he'd play right along. But it still wouldn't change his mindset any. He rose from his seat and walked towards hers. Shaking her shoulder gently, he whispered, "Get up."
She moaned slightly. Her eyelids twitched and then fluttered open. "Mmmmmm?" She looked up and saw Seto withdraw his hand from her shoulder. She stumbled to her feet in a rush, flustered.
"So you've decided to join us." His lips twisted into their standard smirk.
"Ummmm, what?" she asked, obviously not awake. She rubbed her her eyes and suppressed a yawn, looking at him with her huge blue eyes, sparkling anew with fresh slumber.
He was patient. "The assignment. We're supposed to have a partner for a month's time. She has the idea that if we gather everything we possibly can about this person in that time that when we present it to class, we'll be meeting a new person. I think the whole thing is insane, but I don't think it's worth the sacrifice of our grade."
She nodded. "So..... why are you telling me this?" She leaned against her desk, trying to coverup a small yawn. She smiled at him sheepishly, blinking heavily.
The poor girl was still half asleep. "You're going to be my partner."
She sat back down at the small desk, curling up in her sweater. "I like that," she said sleepily, and then drifted off, a content smile on her lips.
"I'm sure you will," he stated sardonically, looking back at her peaceful expression as headed back to his seat. "I'm sure you will."
With the traces of a sadistic grin on his face he headed his paper, directing all of his thoughts toward work, once again tuning out the world around him
Fate giggled impishly, sending a sudden, raucous breeze through the tree limbs. If only he could see how truly absurd he was to say so. No one could outsmart destiny. He had already strayed down the path to denial, of course the wrong one.
Who knew what would happen in that month's time?
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She slowly unknotted the the fabric, more tedious than usual. Everything had been slow and distant today. Removing a small, colorful package of Japanese noodles from the bundle, she waited until she heard Yuugi arrive, always the last to join them.
"Hello minna," he announced.
"Yuugi........ do you mind if go talk with someone for a minute?' she inquired, her eyes flickering toward the menacing figure of one CEO sitting directly behind her.
The young boy looked at her and blinked, puzzled. "Sure......" he said in respondence, "but why?"
"Just something to do with homework, that's all," she explained, flashing him a reassuring smile.
"Oh, alright then," was the automatic reply, the youth ensured by Anzu's word.
"Arigato!" And she was up and halfway across the cafeteria before anyone could make another comment.
Honda swallowed a bite of soggy, grease-covered cafeteria tempura. "She's certainly on the get-go lately," he remarked.
The remaining occupants exchanged knowing looks.
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Thunk. Seto's head snapped attentively in response to the clatter. He was mildly surprised to see Anzu sliding in the bench opposite of him. Wait, then again, he wasn't. Damn. He knew he shouldn't have done that last night. Now she would think it was okay for them to suddenly start hanging out together all of the time, all because of that dumb project. Hatred for the poor teacher was already beginning to rise in veins.
With a small sigh, he looked upon his visitor. "You're asking about our assignment, right?" he asked as smoothly as he could.
"It wasn't that hard to guess, I suppose," she replied with a short giggle, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She rested her elbows on the table and gave him a smirk of her own. "We could start tonight, if you want to. My house after school sound okay? The sooner the better." What she didn't say was that she was actually looking forward to the project, but she herself didn't know this as a whole conscious thought yet.
There was no use in arguing; the whole thing was probably harmless anyhow. "Fine. Meet me outside after school, we'll walk together." His expression never changed.
"Good. See you then!" she replied surprisingly tersely, seeming to ignore his rudeness. She waved a small goodbye as she turned to leave and skipped off to join her friends once more.
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Seto leaned against the stone column, tossing his wristwatch in the air. He glanced at the piece of metal for a second, examining the time. 6:07. He began to toss it again, his icy stare utterly ignorant of the passing students around him. The watch had been his father's. It was a family heirloom. As the years had stretched after his father's death, became far and wide between, Seto had forgotten its semblance. Still he absentmindedly placed it in his pocket every day before departing for school.
At long last a breathless Anzu bolted through the exit, and Seto straightened up at her approach and slipped the watch back into his pocket. Immediately as she stepped in stride he began walking, her beside him panting and stuffing papers into her school bag.
"You're late."
"Gomenasai! I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I dropped my books on the way out." She looked up at him, but he stared on ahead at the empty air. Something told her this wouldn't be anything like the walk they'd taken last night.
He made a short grunt of affirmation and then the conversation became idle for a good while. As the scenery escaped them, Anzu grew nervous under the tension.
"So, how shall we begin?" she offered, some hope still shining like a shard of glass in the sun within the good of her heart that the conversation could be saved.
"We'll ask each other the necessary questions. And then I'll leave." He never turned her way.
Discouraged, Anzu looked down at the sidewalk and sighed dejectedly. It was no use. He had already forgotten last night, or rather forced himself to forget.
She wouldn't let him forget again.
They reached the door. She curved her head around to look at him again before they entered.
"Make yourself at home. I can fix us something to eat if you'd like, but I don't think you're going to stay long, ne?"
He gave her a wry grin. "The sooner the better," he quoted. She nodded, the gesture taking more effort than usual, and slowly led him up to her room.
She opened the door and peered into her room, making sure it was presentable. Seeing that they was nothing within view that looked objectionable, she swung the door open and they both walked in.
She flopped down on the bed and offered Seto one small, terse smile, knowing that he wouldn't acknowledge it. He stood in the opposite corner of the room near her dresser, looking pointedly away from her at a very interesting subject; the wall. She was suddenly very nervous at the prospect of having him in her room.
Drawing in a deep breath, she leaned over and grabbed her notebook, flipped to a fresh page, and grabbed her pencil. She looked at him to begin, and their eyes locked.
How could she begin?
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I'm watching............... Yu-Gi-Oh! Meyari is cute ^^ You really can't tell she and Mokuba apart in that one scene....... He says 'Onni-sama' way too many times though, have you noticed? *ahem* Well, I'm FINALLY finished with this chapter. It took forever, I wasn't in the mood to write, so busy and all. Also I'm having a little problem with the seasons if you've noticed. In the first chapter when Anzu is watching the leaves outside of her window, I make a remark about peach blossoms and spring, but then in the third chapter it's suddenly autumn. I'll have to go fix that ^^;; Anyhow, I promise, the next chapter will be up soon, I already have it all planned. I'm feeling really creative this week so you might even see it tomorrow!
Wow, I talk too much. Well, say ya minna-san! Sayonara! *waves*
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