What the heck is this?!: Well... :nervous laugh: It's actually the only written scene from Chapter Three. Kind of a preview chapter, you know? It's been sitting on my computer forever, and I just figured you guys would want to know what happens next. I seriously...might get around to writting this soon.Wah!Gomen! Gomen, gomen, go-!

Sorry. I'm okay.

Let me also apologize for anything that looks... wierd in this chapter. I hate the new update system! Why did they change it? It was fine the way it was! Arrgh! Yeah... on to the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I am willing to bet my Sesshomaru nightshirt that A.) I will spend thirty bucks on manga in the next two weeks B.) It was HIRO YUI'S soul that I sold to Thaelia for a stick of gum, not Kaiba's. I wouldn't sell him! He's my TEDDY BEAR! C.) I do not own YuGiOh. Dang it.

"Do you… uh…. need something, Kaiba?" Anzu stammered.

Kaiba smirked.

"Yes, actually, I do." He gestured to a desk. "Please, sit."

She slid into the nearest desk, cautiously. She doubted that he would try anything, but you never did know with Kaiba. He didn't LOOK like he was about to crack, but he usually didn't… before he nearly killed someone. Or nearly got himself killed.

"You see, my dear Mazaki, a personal item of mine has gone missing." He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and looking at her expectantly. "I believe that you may know where I can find it."

"Is that so?" Anzu tried not to look as intimidated as she actually was. "And what would this item be, Mr. Kaiba?"

"A small book. It was stolen yesterday off of my desk." He examined his nails. "This monstrous example of thievery will be reported of course. I wouldn't be at all pleased if such mean spirited persons as these should be allowed to go free."

'Hey, wait! Stolen?! Thievery?! MEAN SPIRITED?!?!'

"You shouldn't have left it if you didn't want it taken!" Anzu huffed. "It's your fault, not…" Uh-oh. "… theirs?"

Kaiba raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

"Hmm. I don't remember telling you that I left it."

He was baiting her! She'd kill him! She'd…!

'Chill out, Anzu. You stole his book. He has every right to bait you.'

All of a sudden, Kaiba's hand shot out and grabbed her backpack.

"Hey!" She jumped up from her desk. "Look, give that back. Your books not in there."

He finished looking through it and tossed it back to her. He glared, his voice like ice.

"I would like it back." He was ordering now, looking quite frightening. If Anzu didn't know him a little better, she might have been terrified. But now she wasn't.

"No."

"No? Why in heavens name not?!" Kaiba sputtered out.

"Because," The brunette artfully stepped around him." I'm not finished reading it yet."

Seto stood there for a moment, digesting the girl's words. How dare she? Really! She had no right to read that book! None whatsoever! She… She… She…

She was gone.

When my mother died, I knew it. I felt it all through me. Later, they told me that I had imagined it. But even now, I don't think I believe them.

I felt pain. And I felt, suddenly, cold and sick. Like someone had stabbed a knife in my stomach and twisted it. Plain as day, I could hear her voice. I remembered what she had told me, just the day before.

"Seto, when this baby is born, you'll be a big brother. You know what brothers do? They protect each other. As long as you have a brother, you'll never be alone. Don't let anyone take that away from you."

I never did. And I do know how important that is now. To never be alone.

Even though she died when I was so young, of all the people in my life, I think I owe her the most. Without her, I might have let Mokuba go. I know that, if I had, I would not have only been broken.

I would have been shattered.

'Run, Anzu! Run for your life.'

If she hadn't been a conscientious citizen, Anzu would have been tearing down the hall in a blind panic. She settled for a slightly faster-than-normal pace, striding at high speed towards the exit.

'Almost there! Almost there!' Her hand reached out. 'Just a little more.'

The door opened and her slipper-clad feet prepared to step out into the sunlight.

Wait.

Slipper-clad?

Crap.

Turning on her heel, Anzu forgot the no running rule. Screw "conscientious citizen".

'I need my shoes. If I run… If I… run…'

But there he was, leaning against the lockers. How did he even know which locker was hers? It would have been such a cool line, too, if he would've just let her go.

"Heh heh." Nervous laughter bubbled out. "Hey, Kaiba."

It was an update, at any rate. I need to buckle down and write, don't I. Well, I'm under the impression that the first two chapters (and this too) really suck, so we'll see. In light of this, as of right now and until furthur notice, "Break" is on hiatus. Sorry?

Hey! Do... umm... any of you readers like Harry Potter fanfiction? 'Cus I have been updating those! And they are way better than this. So go read! Yeah... appeasement!