Rath- Hello, here's the long awaited romance fic!
Set- Indeed. *Goes off to read*
Rath- I thought you were going to help me type!
Set- "Nope."*bumps into wall because too into book*
Rath- Ask, I will not… Alright. So, after much reorganizing we finally came up w/ this. Just to cover some points.
I hate Anzu, but Serentiy, eh, no. And Mai, God forbid. I'm a first timer at writing romance, so, hope I got this down. Yeah, I know, this couple has been done about give or take, ten trillion tries, but, oh, what the hell. Anzu knew Kaiba since 3rd grade, let's say. Alright? Well, hope you all enjoy it! ^_~ Yeah, yeah, I know, Kaiba's parents died when Seto was 12, but too bad, I'm saying it's 9. -I don't own Yu-gi-oh-Anzu Mazaki P.O.V
I sigh and rest my face on my hand. Booo-ooring. Ever so, boring. But, at least it was the last period of the day. I glance over at the clock. 5...4…3…2…1… Wonderful! 2:45. I stare at the teacher intently, waiting for her to dismiss us, rapping my fingers on the desk, to emphasize my annoyance. She stops mid-sentence and glances over her shoulder at the class, sighing and placing a hand on her hip.
'You may go as soon as you finish the notes.' I look around, turns out I wasn't the only one whose goal it was to escape from class. I wrote quickly, a little voice in the back of my head scolding me, saying I wouldn't be able to read my own writing if I kept this up. I slammed my books shut and rammed them into my backpack, sitting on the back of my chair. I sling it over my shoulder and walk over to Yu-gi's desk.
'Yu-gi, let's go-o!' He starts to pick up the speed and soon is putting away his stuff also. I tap my foot.
'Yu-gi.' I say, trailing towards the door, implying that I'd leave with out him.
'Wait for me! Wait, wait, wait! I wait for you all the time!' He yells, stumbling after, while trying to hold his backpack, binders and attempting to put on his blazer. I wait, smiling and shaking my head in amusement. He finally catches up and frowns slightly at me. I shrug and we walk down the hall way towards our lockers.
'So, where do we meet everyone?' He asks, still fumbling with all his stuff.
'Would You like some help with that?'
'No, 'm okay…' He mumbles, luck still not improving.
'Okay, well, we said we would meet them outside the history room at 3:00 sharp.' Then I realize where we are. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to see the classroom where he is. He doesn't see me however. And I doubt he ever will. He's looking at his laptop, caring more about work than what the teacher had to say. Wow. He's amazing… he always was. Smart, caring, refined, athletic.... That's him…
*Flashback*
'Seto! You jerk! That's so mean!' I yelled after him as he threw a ball at my head. Being the athlete that he was, he didn't miss. I picked up a ball and chased him, his little brother trailing behind. We were playing 'Cops and Crook.' Of course, Seto was always the crook; I was always the cop and Mokuba my partner. It was a game we absolutely loved.
'Come back!' We yell loudly, so that our voices carried through the air. It was getting dark, so it was hard to see where everyone was; we were waiting for Seto's parents to arrive. They were supposed to arrive several hours ago, so we decided to wait outside for them, agreeing with each other that we didn't need to call anyone. We finally caught up with him. I let out my little battle cry and Mokuba and I tackled him to the ground. Yes, I was a very tough little tomboy. We wrestled right there, little shouts of playful anger beating against the colorful sky.
'Ow! You pulled my hair! That's not fair! You're gonna pay for that!
'Ep! No kicking! No-o kicking! Help me!'
'Go get him! Yeah! Come on! Get him!'
Mokuba stopped cheering abruptly. We sat up and dusted the dirt off our cloths; not saying that it did much though, the cloth already ruined with all the mud, water and grass stains. A man was approaching. We stopped our giggling when we saw the grim look set on his weathered face. He bent down and put a knee on the grass, despite the obviously tailored and expensive suit he was wearing. Clearing his throat and adjusting his thin glasses, he stared at our clueless faces, faces that still had signs of our happiness. Our innocence. We had no idea of what was to happen. No idea of all the pain. We knew of death and loss, but never like this. We were only in third grade.
'Hello, my name is Hideki Kantaro, I-I'm a…' He hesitated, and his eyes shifted, as looking around for the word he searched for.
'A friend of your parents, Seto and Mokuba Kaiba.' He dragged out the word 'friend' at the beginning, but then quickly finished it off, as if not baring to say it and that it burned his tongue. We still stood there; completely oblivious to what he was trying to say.
'Is anyone at home with you?' He asked, wincing slightly. Seto took and step and smiled at him. A big, goofy smile that would seem to make the Cheshire cat wonder what mischief he would be up to. But that was him, Mr. Seto Kaiba, the smile that could un-nerve anyone.
'Nope! No one's here with us! We're big enough to watch ourselves. But I'm the boss, 'cause I'm oldest, nine years old!' He said, pointing his thumb at himself. I pouted in the background.
'You're still eight, your birthday isn't for another month.'
'Shut-up.' He mumbled. The man bit his lip.
'Well, er, come with me…' We walked into his blue car, that was parked in front of the house, pulled off to the side of the road. He opened the door to the back for us. We all tried to shove out way in, Seto got in first, as usual. He would make a good boss of a company… I thought. As I was about to step in the man held me by the shoulder. I frowned and shrugged him off.
'Little girl, do you live around here? Do you need a ride or are your parents coming?'
'Nah, I'm stayin' at Seto's and Mokuba's house tonight! We're gonna have a sleep-over, my parents are in town.' I added, while crossing my arms. The man's frown deepened and he sighed. I tilted my head. What was with this guy? Was he on drugs?
'Alright, come on.' I don't know how long we drove, Seto, mokuba and I were too busy playing 'Apollo Space Shuttle' to notice or even care for that matter. I noticed a big red sign out of the corner of my eye. 'Hospital' it read. I dazed out, confused for a few moments and returned to the game, we were shooting the aliens and the second in command had no business day dreaming when she should be destroying alien scum.
We walked in, the stench of medicines and sickness heavy in the air. It stung my nose. The man told me to sit, and he led Seto and Mokuba away down a big hallway. I watched them, till they disappeared around a corner. I looked around, a nurse looking at me. I tried being tough even though fear was nagging at my conscious. I put a scowl on, while looking for interesting articles in the random magazines that were resting on the dull wooden table. And despite the fact that I hated to sleep in public or in front of others, my lids got to heavy and I fell asleep, wondering what Seto and Mokuba were doing.
I woke up to footsteps. Mokuba was crying heavily and Seto had an arm around him, although his eyes sparkled with tears. I jumped up and rushed over.
'S-seto? Wha-what's wrong?' He stared a moment at me. Our eyes meeting for barely a second not even. Besides the moisture in his eyes, they were stoic, emotionless, nothing was there. There was no sparkle, no fun or mirth.
'Nothing.' He merely said. 'Nothing.' And he walked away. Just walked away. I reached a hand towards him. But stopped. I didn't want to invade his space. He was my closest friend, though I doubt I was his, so why would he tell me? A woman came up and said to me.
'Little girl, Anzu, right? Let's call your parents, you have to go home now.'
'But why? Why can't I play with Seto and Mokuba any more?' I whined, looking up. She gave me her cell phone to dial.
'Your friends' parents are busy… that why. Now, dial in your number here…' She continued to explain to me how to use a cell phone. I opened my mouth to tell her that I already knew how to use one, but stopped to use to time to look at Seto, walking away. And that was the last I saw of him for a long time…
*End Flashback*
Seto Kaiba. After seven years, I finally meet him again in high school. His stoic ness from that day remains in his blue eyes, but I know I can get past that, and revive the Seto I once knew.
'Yu-gi, let's go!' I say, throwing my stuff in my locker and grabbing a change of cloths. Yu-gi does the same, except that his cloths don't really differ what he's wearing now… Wearing a pair of baggy blue pants and a loose quarter sleeve shirt, we go to the history room, leaning against the wall to wait for the others. Jonouchi and Honda finally come. But now, Seto. We also invited him to hang out in town with us. But would he come? We wait. And wait and wait and wait.
'Where is he? It's three ten…' Sighs Yu-gi, looking at the floor. I look around, seeing no one.
'Feh, bet the bastard ditched us, let's go to town now.' Jonou grumbled.
'No.' I say, maybe a little too fast. But why?
'Er, let's just go look for him. He's probably run into some trouble or something.' I say. Hey, I have a right to defend him right? He's my friend… Well, Seto was at the least. Not that Yu-gi and the rest know of that… So we leave the wall and walk around the school trying to find him.
Rath- Well? What do ya' think? Don't worry, romance is comin' soon. Just had to get background info.
Set- Yeppies. Well, review please, it does help. Thankies.
Rath- Yes, push the purple button at the bottom of the page. Ja ne.
Set- Later.