Humble Return
A/N: After an eternity of crap fics, here comes another! I would make this a long authors note, but I really want to get this going, get the bug out of my system and go to bed. So, Ryou, the disclaimer?
Ryou: :p, why do you always make me do this?
Cuz, you are my tenshi, there are things a tenshi must do.
Ryou: don't I do enough? I'm tortured in every one of your fics!
*whistles innocently.or tries to* uh.*huggles*
Ryou: can't.breathe
Bakura: get off my hikari and onto this waste of web space.
*cries* then you're doing the disclaimer.
Bakura: anything to shut you up.
Katia does not own YGO, and the gods shall be praised for that.
O.K, well, this story has a dedication! This is dedicated to CRAYONSTASTELIKEPURPLE! She helped me so much with this fic it's unbelievable. Go read her fics, especially Dead Flames and The Sunrise is always glowing.
Thanks for your help M-Chan! *huggles*
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Seto sighed and leaned back against the wall. It was nearly Christmas and Kaiba Corp had to do its one good deed for the year, and thanks to the director of Press Relations, the brilliant minds there had decided that the top dogs should work in homeless shelters and food shelves. The CEO had no problem with these places, but he had much better things to do.
He had to go home and help Mokuba decorate, he had to finish paperwork and he had to do his traditional Christmas wish.
This may have sounded odd to anyone else, looking at the bored man behind the food stamp counter. Why would a 24 year old have a traditional wish? Because he had only one thing to wish for and he wanted it badly.
He, every year, wished for whoever was listening to find some way of telling him that the one person he'd loved besides Mokuba was still alive, and that she would come back.
Since there was no one at his station at the current moment he decided to allow the memories that had been threatening to spill over all day carry him back 6 years to this very night.
There had been a Christmas recital at school. His girl friend Anzu had been dancing in it. She had been amazing, gliding over the stage as if she were made of smoke.
After the recital she had asked him to come over for dinner. He, of course, had gone over.
They'd had dinner, and he'd made it a very memorable night.
"Anzu?"
"Yes Seto? She had said, while twirling her glass on the table.
"I have something to ask you." Her face had gone all excited and she'd leaned forward.
"Ask." Had been all she said.
"Will you marry me?"
That had been the start of it all. She had instantly dropped her glass and ran over to him, kissed him and accepted.
They had left their dinner for a few hours, and when they returned, sweaty and excited; they had rather lost their appetites.
*flashback*
They lay under the covers together, he had her wrapped tightly in his arms and her head rested on his chest.
"This is so wonderful." She had murmured. There was no response, just happy contented silence.
"I. uh, have something to tell you." He'd said.
"And what is that MR. Kaiba?"
"I've planned a year long trip for us." He expected to hear a squeal of delight, but instead an awkward silence filled the room.
"I. I can't."
"Why not?" She reached over to the night stand and grabbed an envelope, handing it to him in silence.
He tore it open and read the note out loud.
"Dear MS. Mesaki, we are pleased to tell you that you have been selected as a scholarship receiver for Julliard."
"I. I leave in 2 weeks."
"Can't you take a year off and do this with me and then go?"
"What?! I won't delay this for anything!"
"I'm going to be your husband, don't I matter? This will still be there next year."
"You don't get it! I'm at the peak of my career! I can't back out now!"
"Anzu! Do you know how long it's going to take you t get this off the ground? It could take years!"
"Are you saying I'm no good?" he knew then and there that he'd made a fatal mistake.
"No. that's not what I'm saying at all."
"You don't think I can do this!"
"I do."
"Well, if you're not going to support me, then I don't want to be your wife!"
"Anzu! I'm sorry, just lay back down, the trip can wait."
"No! There will be no trip!," she jumped out of bed and threw her clothes on.
"Anzu!"
"Don't talk to me Seto! I never want to hear from you again. I. I hate you!" she had ripped off the engagement ring and threw it at him. He caught it and stared after her as she left.
*end flashback*
That had been the last time he saw her. It had been 6 years, and he didn't know if she was even alive.
"Excuse me," he jumped. A young woman stood outside his window. She was dressed in ragged clothes and her mousey brown hair hung limp around her face. A young girl stood next to her, clutching her hand.
"Oh, sorry, what can I get you?"
"Stamps for 2 people please." She looked embarrassed. ' She shouldn't be ashamed' he thought, ' she looks like she could use a few meals'
"Can I see your voucher?" she handed him a small packet. He idly opened it and glanced at the little girl's information first. Kaiya Mesaki. He read over it quickly and then looked at the older woman's.
"Ok, it says here MRS. Mesaki that you've been on this for 5 years. Is that correct? Just have to verify." The woman nodded. He finally looked down at her information more closely, and nearly fainted.
"Anzu?"
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A/N: Short, horrible, so very bad! This is a disgrace! I am so sorry I wasted your time with this. Please forgive me! It was way too predictable and awful and didn't make sense. I'll probably update, just because I like the over all idea, but if I don't get at least 2 reviews, then I'll know it's not even worth it.
TTFN
Katia-chan
A/N: After an eternity of crap fics, here comes another! I would make this a long authors note, but I really want to get this going, get the bug out of my system and go to bed. So, Ryou, the disclaimer?
Ryou: :p, why do you always make me do this?
Cuz, you are my tenshi, there are things a tenshi must do.
Ryou: don't I do enough? I'm tortured in every one of your fics!
*whistles innocently.or tries to* uh.*huggles*
Ryou: can't.breathe
Bakura: get off my hikari and onto this waste of web space.
*cries* then you're doing the disclaimer.
Bakura: anything to shut you up.
Katia does not own YGO, and the gods shall be praised for that.
O.K, well, this story has a dedication! This is dedicated to CRAYONSTASTELIKEPURPLE! She helped me so much with this fic it's unbelievable. Go read her fics, especially Dead Flames and The Sunrise is always glowing.
Thanks for your help M-Chan! *huggles*
()()()()()()
Seto sighed and leaned back against the wall. It was nearly Christmas and Kaiba Corp had to do its one good deed for the year, and thanks to the director of Press Relations, the brilliant minds there had decided that the top dogs should work in homeless shelters and food shelves. The CEO had no problem with these places, but he had much better things to do.
He had to go home and help Mokuba decorate, he had to finish paperwork and he had to do his traditional Christmas wish.
This may have sounded odd to anyone else, looking at the bored man behind the food stamp counter. Why would a 24 year old have a traditional wish? Because he had only one thing to wish for and he wanted it badly.
He, every year, wished for whoever was listening to find some way of telling him that the one person he'd loved besides Mokuba was still alive, and that she would come back.
Since there was no one at his station at the current moment he decided to allow the memories that had been threatening to spill over all day carry him back 6 years to this very night.
There had been a Christmas recital at school. His girl friend Anzu had been dancing in it. She had been amazing, gliding over the stage as if she were made of smoke.
After the recital she had asked him to come over for dinner. He, of course, had gone over.
They'd had dinner, and he'd made it a very memorable night.
"Anzu?"
"Yes Seto? She had said, while twirling her glass on the table.
"I have something to ask you." Her face had gone all excited and she'd leaned forward.
"Ask." Had been all she said.
"Will you marry me?"
That had been the start of it all. She had instantly dropped her glass and ran over to him, kissed him and accepted.
They had left their dinner for a few hours, and when they returned, sweaty and excited; they had rather lost their appetites.
*flashback*
They lay under the covers together, he had her wrapped tightly in his arms and her head rested on his chest.
"This is so wonderful." She had murmured. There was no response, just happy contented silence.
"I. uh, have something to tell you." He'd said.
"And what is that MR. Kaiba?"
"I've planned a year long trip for us." He expected to hear a squeal of delight, but instead an awkward silence filled the room.
"I. I can't."
"Why not?" She reached over to the night stand and grabbed an envelope, handing it to him in silence.
He tore it open and read the note out loud.
"Dear MS. Mesaki, we are pleased to tell you that you have been selected as a scholarship receiver for Julliard."
"I. I leave in 2 weeks."
"Can't you take a year off and do this with me and then go?"
"What?! I won't delay this for anything!"
"I'm going to be your husband, don't I matter? This will still be there next year."
"You don't get it! I'm at the peak of my career! I can't back out now!"
"Anzu! Do you know how long it's going to take you t get this off the ground? It could take years!"
"Are you saying I'm no good?" he knew then and there that he'd made a fatal mistake.
"No. that's not what I'm saying at all."
"You don't think I can do this!"
"I do."
"Well, if you're not going to support me, then I don't want to be your wife!"
"Anzu! I'm sorry, just lay back down, the trip can wait."
"No! There will be no trip!," she jumped out of bed and threw her clothes on.
"Anzu!"
"Don't talk to me Seto! I never want to hear from you again. I. I hate you!" she had ripped off the engagement ring and threw it at him. He caught it and stared after her as she left.
*end flashback*
That had been the last time he saw her. It had been 6 years, and he didn't know if she was even alive.
"Excuse me," he jumped. A young woman stood outside his window. She was dressed in ragged clothes and her mousey brown hair hung limp around her face. A young girl stood next to her, clutching her hand.
"Oh, sorry, what can I get you?"
"Stamps for 2 people please." She looked embarrassed. ' She shouldn't be ashamed' he thought, ' she looks like she could use a few meals'
"Can I see your voucher?" she handed him a small packet. He idly opened it and glanced at the little girl's information first. Kaiya Mesaki. He read over it quickly and then looked at the older woman's.
"Ok, it says here MRS. Mesaki that you've been on this for 5 years. Is that correct? Just have to verify." The woman nodded. He finally looked down at her information more closely, and nearly fainted.
"Anzu?"
()()()()()()()()
A/N: Short, horrible, so very bad! This is a disgrace! I am so sorry I wasted your time with this. Please forgive me! It was way too predictable and awful and didn't make sense. I'll probably update, just because I like the over all idea, but if I don't get at least 2 reviews, then I'll know it's not even worth it.
TTFN
Katia-chan