Mokuba: Hi! Guess what? I get to do the commentary. Why, you may ask? What happened to Kohari? Well, she's a little...tied up right now.
Kohari: -tied to a chair in a dark room, trying to scream her lungs out for help-
Mokuba: It was all his idea. –points to Kaiba-
Kaiba: She won't be troubling anyone for a while.
Mokuba: Oh, well. Here goes 14!
Chapter 14
There had been a lot of talk when the "big guy" came in. Most of it about business. Anzu sat staring at the silverware, eager for dinner to start and for the real party to begin.
She finally got her wish. They eventually grew bored of hearing each others' success stories and bragging about it, and they decided to move on to the celebration. It was the alliances' fifth anniversary, so there was quite a cause to celebrate.
They went into an even bigger room, with a buffet table and a whole lot of other tables. As well as a dance floor. The time for food would come later. Kaiba grabbed a drink, and Anzu followed him to where he decided to stand in a dark corner, trying his best to seclude himself from the group. 'He needs to go and have some fun,' Anzu thought to herself.
"Come dance with me," she begged playfully, pulling lightly on his arm in the direction of the dance floor. The slow music played gracefully.
"No," he refused flatly, and drank some of the (is he old enough for this?) champagne he held in his glass. Anzu sighed, giving up and leaning against the wall as well.
A French business manager happened to see a certain girl, and thought her gorgeous. "Qui est-ce?" he asked his friend, who was drinking a glass of water, to play it safe, beside him. His friend shrugged. He, the one who had wondered about our dear Anzu, watched her head off the extensive beverages table. He followed her.
Anzu was surprised when a boy around Kaiba's age appeared beside her. "Bonjour, mademoiselle," he greeted charmingly. He wasn't all that bad looking. Brown hair of the hottest style, a good body for his work, and very nice, it appeared. "Quelle heur est-il?"
"Bonjour," she responded, smiling. "Il est..." She checked her watch. "Neuf heures moins le quart." She went back to what she was doing. He didn't stop there.
"Ah. Parle vous francais?"
"Oui. Un peu."
"Je m'appelle Marc. Et toi?"
She looked back at him. "Moi? Je m'appelle Anzu." She tried to ignore him and keep her mind on Seto. But he didn't give up.
"Ca va?"
"Ca va bien. Et toi?"
"Moi aussi."
Anzu looked anxiously over at where Seto was standing. He didn't look like he had moved an inch. Marc noticed this.
"Ah. C'est ton copain?"
"Non. C'est un copain. Au revior."
"A bientot, mademoiselle," he called out as she rushed to join her employer. He was now quite attached to her. He wanted her for himself. And he's one of those men that ALWAYS get what they want.
Anzu tried in vain to get Kaiba to talk to her. He only ignored her. A good song that she really wanted to dance to came on, but he still denied her his hand. Marc arrived at this point, not caring that Seto was there.
"Care to dance, mademoiselle Anzu?" he requested, offering her a hand.
"You speak English?!" she cried out, amazed. She thought that he only knew French.
"Duh. I believe you are a little eager to show off your talent on the dance floor?" he persuasively egged her on, willing her to go with him. She glanced at Kaiba.
"Do you mind, Kaiba?" she asked him.
"Why would I?" That was permission enough for Marc.
"Come. You needn't spend your time wastefully conversing with those who scorn you." He took her reluctant hand and led her out to where the other couples were moving their feet. As they danced, he tried to seduce her into giving up Kaiba Corp.
"How would you like to work for me?" he began, slipping his hands around her waist. "Just to quit Kaiba Corp. and run away to me?"
"No thank you," she politely declined. She was starting to feel uncomfortable around him. He wasn't so charming as she had at first thought him.
"I can pay you twice what he does. And appreciate you far better." He saw her eyes drift away, and he knew he had hit a weak spot. "I see how he hates you. Why stay where you aren't welcomed?" The conversation went somewhat like that.
"You don't need to work where you are seen by everyone as inferior. Where you're scorned. I can give you what you want. Appreciation, attention, status. Isn't that what you wish?" At this, she took his hands off of her.
"No. I'm happy where I am at Kaiba Corp. Thank you for your offer, but no thanks. And this dance is over." She furiously went back so Seto, unaware of his smirk and scheming look. No one had ever resisted Marc, and he was beginning to enjoy the challenge. But he knew that somehow, she WOULD be his. No matter what it took.
"What happened?" Kaiba asked, heartlessly, for it was more out of why she looked so freaked out than that he actually cared.
"Nothing. Everything's fine," she lied. In truth, Marc was actually beginning to frighten her. She vowed to herself to stick by Seto's side for the rest of the night.
The time came for dinner. Coincidentally, they were moved closer to the head of the table, where Kaiba was right beside the "big man" himself. Unfortunately, that placed Anzu beside Marc. She stayed silent for the majority of the meal, while Kaiba and Mr. Mabushe, as he was called, discussed recent research.
The conversation turned to her. "So, Kaiba, my boy, you've found yourself a girlfriend, have you? And a cute one, at that."
Kaiba answered for her. "No. She's just my personal assistant."
The big guy dragged her into a discussion about how Kaiba was taking care of himself, what work was being done, and such. Seto decided to divert it from the already flustered Anzu and announced that they were developing a duel disk that tutored children how to play.
"Voice activated, eh?"
It was a little after eleven o'clock when it finally ended. As Kaiba walked Anzu out to the limo, she, grasping his arm, leaned sleepily on his shoulder, hardly able to walk from the excitement and in her tired state. After all, young girls need their rest.
What was interesting was that Kaiba didn't object. Little did the pair know that a pair of jealous, blue French eyes watched the scene, hungry for our little heroine.
Kohari: -gasps as tape is removed from her mouth- Thank you!
Mokuba: I got bored without you to do the commentary. I think the readers would prefer you close it out, anyway, since it's your fic.
Kohari: Okay. I look forward to your reviews. To be honest, they're the highlight of my weekends. I really hope you decide to let me know what you think of this stuff. And-
Mokuba: -puts tape back on her mouth- Sorry. You were getting annoying again. No wonder Seto hates you. Byes, readers.
PS: The words exchanged by Marc and Anzu that were French are translated as follows.
Hello, miss. What time is it?
Hello. It is...quarter to nine.
Ah. You speak French?
Yes. A little.
My name is Marc. And you?
Me? My name's Anzu.
Things are going?
Things are going well. And you?
Me also.
Ah. He is your boyfriend?
No. He's a friend. Bye.
See you soon, miss!