Kohari: Here we go again.
Kaiba: Why must you do this? Everyone hates your work.
Kohari: They do? Oh...
Mokuba: That wasn't nice, Seto. She's got plenty of fans!
Kohari: Really?!
Mokuba: Yeah!
Kaiba: What have I told you about lying, Mokuba?
Mokuba: That it's wrong...?
Kaiba: Not in the case of your financial future, but to people like her...you should tell them the crushing truth.
Mokuba: But I wasn't lying...Was I, readers?
Kohari: Look, it doesn't matter. Chapter 13, begin!
Chapter 13
Anzu wondered who could be calling her. It was getting late, and Yugi and the boys were having a guys' night out kind of thing. So who was it? She picked up her positively pretty pink phone. "Hello?"
"Anzu Mazaki?" The voice was unmistakable. It was Seto Kaiba.
"You got her. Something wrong?" How could girls sound so cheerful, but so worried at the same time?
"I-." Before he could start his sentence, a voice in the background, one of the maids, started talking. He stopped her and returned to the phone. "Please hold." He didn't give her any time to agree before he cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and began a discussion with the other person that she couldn't hear.
It wasn't long before he returned. "Always the last to know of these things," he mumbled, then resumed their conversation. "My apologies. Your presence is requested at a dinner party in one week. Do you choose to accept this invitation?"
"Um, who requests my attendance?" Anzu managed to ask confusedly.
"I do." That answer was surprising. And he said it nonchalantly. "Mokuba is too young to come."
"Um...okay...but wouldn't you prefer to go with Ms. Michelle?" Anzu didn't want to step on the secretary's toes. She would much rather go than Anzu.
"No. I can't imagine what a fool she would make of herself and the entire company," he answered. How was it that he could remain emotionless, even during a conversation like this? "You're much more sophisticated in the aspects of behavior. If you don't want to attend, just say so. You will be easily replaced."
'Oh, that was nice,' Anzu thought sarcastically, at the same time panicking. She really did want to go. "No, no. That's okay. I do want to go. I don't have any plans. So, uh, what's it for?" 'Smooth move, Anzu,' she chastised herself.
Luckily she couldn't see his smirk over the phone. It would be totally unbefitting to the eldest Kaiba. "Purely business. Just discussing sales, alliances, new findings. However, they also want a representative of my employees. I believe you can handle it. Keep in mind, you will be representing the entire Kaiba Corp. work force. You screw up, Mazaki, and you'll never work in this country again. Do I make myself clear?"
Anzu was intimidated, but tried her hardest not to show it. She knew she didn't really have a choice in the matter. As his personal assistant, in one week, she'd know more about what went on around the office than even his workers did. "Crystal."
"Good. Do try not to embarrass yourself." Click.
"So rude," Anzu muttered to herself as she, too, hung up the phone. "Not even a farewell or good-bye." She sighed, trying to figure out what had just occurred.
Okay, here it is in a nutshell. Kaiba is required to attend a dinner party with a bunch of other rich snobs. As Mokuba is underage to be a guest, Anzu has been chosen to represent the Kaiba Corp. employees. Little does she know that she just agreed to another date.
-One Week Later-
Anzu had spent the last seven days practicing which fork to use when, posture, dress code, lingo, (Yeah, she learned superior-dorkwad language. Yippers for her.) and such. On the day of the date, she felt confident that she wouldn't mess it up.
The limo drove up to her house that night, and Anzu walked gracefully out, her black dress able to astonish any unsuspecting male. Kaiba, standing beside the open car door, held it open for her, he himself looking absolutely handsome in a tux. They both tried hard not to fall under the spell of the other, without even realizing it about each other.
As Anzu was approaching, Mokuba poked his head out. "You look pretty, Anzu!" he said childishly, admitting what the CEO could not bring himself to do.
Anzu smiled modestly. "Thank you. Forgive me if I'm being rude," she started as she slid in across from him, "but I thought you weren't coming."
"I'm not," he told her excitedly as Kaiba sat beside him. "I get to stay in the car and make sure Jenkins doesn't try to steal it. Right, Jenkins?" They all knew he was just poking fun. "Nah. Seriously, though, I'm staying in the car. Seto doesn't want me to be home alone. It's the butlers' night off." He waved his GameBoy (Me no own) Advance to show her he wasn't going to be bored.
The ride was quiet. Annoyingly quiet. Seto didn't trust himself to speak, and Anzu sat in awkward silence, afraid to talk to Kaiba in case she upset him or angered him. All that could be heard over the limo engine was the sound of asteroids or robots being shot with lasers from the amazing world of video games that the little Kaiba had been pulled into. Mokuba was now oblivious to world of reality, absorbed in fighting the evil Dark Master of the game.
Jenkins (how cliché is that name?) dropped the two off at the door, a red carpet leading them inside a fancy restaurant. One that Anzu knew that even if she saved up for years, she may never have enough money to spend in here. She had a feeling of regret, having second thoughts about this agreement as the limousine drove off to find a parking spot.
All night, Kaiba had refused to look at her. Did he hate her? Why, on tonight of all nights? Did he not trust her? These were the thoughts running through her head as they made their way up the velvety-carpeted steps. True, she could be a klutz at times, but she was determined not to let him down tonight.
In truth, Seto had glanced at her, but only a few times, each one quick. She was so stunning. He didn't want to find himself complimenting her or anything. Pride wouldn't stand for it. He trained his eyes straight ahead and away from her as they were led to their respective seats at a table as long as a house, towards the head. A few whispers passed around in regards to the couple, but no one dared to say anything. Then, the big man in charge of the party arrived.
And thus, the night began.
Kohari: That's the end of this chapter. Sorry if you were hoping for the night to be described, but I'm saving that for next time.
Mokuba: I love suspense. Are you going to set Anzu up with my brother for good?
Kohari: I'm not going to spoil the ending. I'm not even sure what the ending will be like.
Mokuba: Oh. He needs a girl.
Kohari: How well we all know.
Mokuba: Why is he never around for the ending commentary?
Kohari: Because he's a butthole who can't stand me long enough to tell his loving fans good-bye.
Kaiba: Ahem!
Kohari: Eep! I mean...uh...Review, please. Byes!