Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, and I am running out of things to say how
pathetic writing disclaimers are.
Seto: Such pity-I always thought you had such an uncanny ability to come up with quips on the moment. Guess not.
Shinaka: Can it. Or I won't put you and Anzu together, and instead I'll have Yugi and Anzu together. ^_^
Seto: * cringes at the name of Yugi * Fine, fine.
Shinaka: ^________^ now here's chapter 13!!!!!!!! Also, thanks for all the reviews and support you had given us!!!!!!!
Seto: Hmmph.
Note:
Anzu Mazaki = Tea Gardner
Jounouchi Katsuya = Joey Wheeler
Honda Hiroto = Tristan Taylor
Shizuka Katsuya = Serenity Wheeler
Sugoroku Mutou = Solomon Motou or rather Grandpa
"i" talking
'i' thoughts
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Chapter 13
"Where had you been Seto?" was the question immediately asked, as soon as Seto didn't even came through the front door of his mansion. The CEO stiffened in his position. He had totally forgotten about Mokuba in the mansion, when he had stupidly decided to wander out in the rain a few hours ago.
"I was just going out for a walk......that's all." Seto would had thought up for a more complex lie, but he still didn't recovered from his fever and cold, as it had left his mind numb and hurting affecting the way he thought and talked.
The boy, who was wearing a black T-shirt with a Blue-Eyes White Dragon on it, baggy gray khakis with various pockets stitched on it, and slippers, hopped off from the living room sofa that he was currently sitting on and walked over to Seto. Eyes brimming with worry and concern, Mokuba looked at his older brother rather imploringly, looking for the truth in Seto's facial expressions.
"In the rain? Just tell me the truth, Seto. And you're kind of wet, too."
"I just needed to calm my nerves that's all......oh, hey kiddo, let me take a look on your report card." Switching the topic to something else, Mokuba perked up and ran over to the sofa, where his backpack was located at and pulled out a folded-up, dingy piece of paper.
"I gotten all 3's and a few 4's!!!!" (in case any of you guys are confused, I am going by the new york state of grading report cards. 4 is the best, while 3 is meets standards, 2 is approaching standards and 1 is....you get the idea......)
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Sitting on his bed that night, Seto contemplated on the series of events that had just happened. Walking to Anzu's neighborhood out in the rain, passing out on her front porch, waking up in her bed, seeing Yami kiss her on the cheek, going ballistic and kissing Anzu, her crying and running out on him.....
Squeezing the blankets that laid on his bed, he wanted more than anything to turn back time and correct his mistakes over; he shouldn't had overreacted and took it out on Anzu who was even nice enough to take him into her own house.
'Stupid me! As if I did enough things to sour the relationship between us two and I had to go kiss her. Why can't I resist these primal urges to go kiss her, caress her delicate skin, and hold her in my arms? Is this a phase, or something deeper? Is it because she rescued me from being killed at Duelist Kingdom? Or is it the fact that she's the only one that seems to care about me to want to try to help me? Like that night out by the bridge.....She wanted to talk to me but I just pushed her away......'
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Next Day....
'I'm all ready to go ask Anzu on a date!!!! Now all I need to do is pick up the telephone and dial her number! Wish me good luck, Yami!!!!!!'
After hours of perfecting pick-up lines and last minute dating advice from Jounouchi, Yugi's confidence had soared sky high, sure that Jounouchi's experience in the complex world of dating was enough to get him a date with Anzu. Pulling on the itchy collar of his school uniform with his left hand, his right hand- trembling with utmost nervousness- groped for the cordless phone set that was placed under his bed. Though his confidence was unwavering, he questioned the mistakes that could result in the process, and dialing Anzu's number, Yugi's cheeks were scarlet from embarrassment.
'I thought you were all ready, aibou.' A snide comment came from Yami's way, and with a shush from Yugi, quieted to hear the ongoing dial tone.
"............"
Clutching the phone with such ferocity, trickles of perspiration that formed rapidly on the sides of Yugi's face trailed down to his neck, creating an uncomfortable effect of hot and cold.
"............Hello? This is Anzu Mazaki speaking."
Face warming to the melodic sound of Anzu's voice, the tri-haired teenager relaxed, relieved his call had gotten through.
"This is Yugi, Anzu. I called you to ask you to......you know.......see what's going on with you." Slipping in one of Jounouchi's infamous lines, he grinned cutely, knowing he got the first part of the phone conversation down. (Jounouchi has the worst pick-up lines whatsoever)
"What's going on with ME?? Uh, I'm doing fine. Reading, surfing the net, NOT getting involved with rich snobs. I'm fine, fine, FINE." (anybody would act paranoid if your worst enemy kissed you. I know I would)
"What are you talking about, Anzu?" "Uh, nothing. So, how are you, Yugi?" Now utterly in hyper-happy mode, he magnified the tone of his voice to reflect it perfectly.
"Good, good, good!!!! Yami DID gave you back your sweater, did he?"
"Yeah! Thanks for telling him to bring it over to my house, I was wondering for a long time where it was."
"Anzu.......Are you doing anything today?"
A moment of silence washed over the conversation, as Yugi pressed his right ear against the ear piece, waiting for her answer of a "No", "Maybe" or a "Yes".
"No.........Why, there's something important happening today?"
"Kind of......I mean, if you want it to be......Listen Anzu, will you go out on a date with me?"
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At Anzu's House.......
Throwing practically every kind of first date-clothing material out of the depths of her closet and onto the bed, Anzu took time to ponder over the hasty decision she had made, yelling "NO" and "GOOD" on the skirts, mini- skirts, khakis, and etc that hung on the poles limply most of the time.
She couldn't fathom the reason why did she say yes to Yugi's proposition, though she only liked him on the pure basis of friendship. Yami, she would definitely want to get further than the barriers of friendship with him, but not his hikari- sweet, innocent Yugi. Maybe it was that she didn't wanted to hurt his feelings or she wanted a glimpse of Yami, but whatever the reason was, Anzu couldn't back out of this now.
'It's only one little date. And it's not likely that Yugi's going to ask me on another one. Well, I hope. Meanwhile, I might as well try to look nice for him.' Finished with the transferring of clothes from closet to bed, Anzu's eyes looked over the variety of clothes that either mixed or matched with the next one, but on her body, it either made her look like a punk or look just plain trashy.
'I really should go shopping for new clothes.'
A/N: this is just plain sad. At the rate I'm writing at, I will never finish this fic before the end of this year. And that will be just be plain torture on my conscious. So, in order to ensure that it won't happen, I want you readers to go out and review!! it will give me more hope and motivation to finish this fic if I simply get more reviews, plus it'll make me write up NEW chapters for my other fics. Good deal, ain't it? now, go out and review while I go think up the twists and events of chappie 14. REVIEW, YA PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^__________^
~ ~ * Shinaka * ~ ~
Seto: Such pity-I always thought you had such an uncanny ability to come up with quips on the moment. Guess not.
Shinaka: Can it. Or I won't put you and Anzu together, and instead I'll have Yugi and Anzu together. ^_^
Seto: * cringes at the name of Yugi * Fine, fine.
Shinaka: ^________^ now here's chapter 13!!!!!!!! Also, thanks for all the reviews and support you had given us!!!!!!!
Seto: Hmmph.
Note:
Anzu Mazaki = Tea Gardner
Jounouchi Katsuya = Joey Wheeler
Honda Hiroto = Tristan Taylor
Shizuka Katsuya = Serenity Wheeler
Sugoroku Mutou = Solomon Motou or rather Grandpa
"i" talking
'i' thoughts
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * transition to next viewpoint
Chapter 13
"Where had you been Seto?" was the question immediately asked, as soon as Seto didn't even came through the front door of his mansion. The CEO stiffened in his position. He had totally forgotten about Mokuba in the mansion, when he had stupidly decided to wander out in the rain a few hours ago.
"I was just going out for a walk......that's all." Seto would had thought up for a more complex lie, but he still didn't recovered from his fever and cold, as it had left his mind numb and hurting affecting the way he thought and talked.
The boy, who was wearing a black T-shirt with a Blue-Eyes White Dragon on it, baggy gray khakis with various pockets stitched on it, and slippers, hopped off from the living room sofa that he was currently sitting on and walked over to Seto. Eyes brimming with worry and concern, Mokuba looked at his older brother rather imploringly, looking for the truth in Seto's facial expressions.
"In the rain? Just tell me the truth, Seto. And you're kind of wet, too."
"I just needed to calm my nerves that's all......oh, hey kiddo, let me take a look on your report card." Switching the topic to something else, Mokuba perked up and ran over to the sofa, where his backpack was located at and pulled out a folded-up, dingy piece of paper.
"I gotten all 3's and a few 4's!!!!" (in case any of you guys are confused, I am going by the new york state of grading report cards. 4 is the best, while 3 is meets standards, 2 is approaching standards and 1 is....you get the idea......)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sitting on his bed that night, Seto contemplated on the series of events that had just happened. Walking to Anzu's neighborhood out in the rain, passing out on her front porch, waking up in her bed, seeing Yami kiss her on the cheek, going ballistic and kissing Anzu, her crying and running out on him.....
Squeezing the blankets that laid on his bed, he wanted more than anything to turn back time and correct his mistakes over; he shouldn't had overreacted and took it out on Anzu who was even nice enough to take him into her own house.
'Stupid me! As if I did enough things to sour the relationship between us two and I had to go kiss her. Why can't I resist these primal urges to go kiss her, caress her delicate skin, and hold her in my arms? Is this a phase, or something deeper? Is it because she rescued me from being killed at Duelist Kingdom? Or is it the fact that she's the only one that seems to care about me to want to try to help me? Like that night out by the bridge.....She wanted to talk to me but I just pushed her away......'
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Next Day....
'I'm all ready to go ask Anzu on a date!!!! Now all I need to do is pick up the telephone and dial her number! Wish me good luck, Yami!!!!!!'
After hours of perfecting pick-up lines and last minute dating advice from Jounouchi, Yugi's confidence had soared sky high, sure that Jounouchi's experience in the complex world of dating was enough to get him a date with Anzu. Pulling on the itchy collar of his school uniform with his left hand, his right hand- trembling with utmost nervousness- groped for the cordless phone set that was placed under his bed. Though his confidence was unwavering, he questioned the mistakes that could result in the process, and dialing Anzu's number, Yugi's cheeks were scarlet from embarrassment.
'I thought you were all ready, aibou.' A snide comment came from Yami's way, and with a shush from Yugi, quieted to hear the ongoing dial tone.
"............"
Clutching the phone with such ferocity, trickles of perspiration that formed rapidly on the sides of Yugi's face trailed down to his neck, creating an uncomfortable effect of hot and cold.
"............Hello? This is Anzu Mazaki speaking."
Face warming to the melodic sound of Anzu's voice, the tri-haired teenager relaxed, relieved his call had gotten through.
"This is Yugi, Anzu. I called you to ask you to......you know.......see what's going on with you." Slipping in one of Jounouchi's infamous lines, he grinned cutely, knowing he got the first part of the phone conversation down. (Jounouchi has the worst pick-up lines whatsoever)
"What's going on with ME?? Uh, I'm doing fine. Reading, surfing the net, NOT getting involved with rich snobs. I'm fine, fine, FINE." (anybody would act paranoid if your worst enemy kissed you. I know I would)
"What are you talking about, Anzu?" "Uh, nothing. So, how are you, Yugi?" Now utterly in hyper-happy mode, he magnified the tone of his voice to reflect it perfectly.
"Good, good, good!!!! Yami DID gave you back your sweater, did he?"
"Yeah! Thanks for telling him to bring it over to my house, I was wondering for a long time where it was."
"Anzu.......Are you doing anything today?"
A moment of silence washed over the conversation, as Yugi pressed his right ear against the ear piece, waiting for her answer of a "No", "Maybe" or a "Yes".
"No.........Why, there's something important happening today?"
"Kind of......I mean, if you want it to be......Listen Anzu, will you go out on a date with me?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At Anzu's House.......
Throwing practically every kind of first date-clothing material out of the depths of her closet and onto the bed, Anzu took time to ponder over the hasty decision she had made, yelling "NO" and "GOOD" on the skirts, mini- skirts, khakis, and etc that hung on the poles limply most of the time.
She couldn't fathom the reason why did she say yes to Yugi's proposition, though she only liked him on the pure basis of friendship. Yami, she would definitely want to get further than the barriers of friendship with him, but not his hikari- sweet, innocent Yugi. Maybe it was that she didn't wanted to hurt his feelings or she wanted a glimpse of Yami, but whatever the reason was, Anzu couldn't back out of this now.
'It's only one little date. And it's not likely that Yugi's going to ask me on another one. Well, I hope. Meanwhile, I might as well try to look nice for him.' Finished with the transferring of clothes from closet to bed, Anzu's eyes looked over the variety of clothes that either mixed or matched with the next one, but on her body, it either made her look like a punk or look just plain trashy.
'I really should go shopping for new clothes.'
A/N: this is just plain sad. At the rate I'm writing at, I will never finish this fic before the end of this year. And that will be just be plain torture on my conscious. So, in order to ensure that it won't happen, I want you readers to go out and review!! it will give me more hope and motivation to finish this fic if I simply get more reviews, plus it'll make me write up NEW chapters for my other fics. Good deal, ain't it? now, go out and review while I go think up the twists and events of chappie 14. REVIEW, YA PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^__________^
~ ~ * Shinaka * ~ ~