Title: Dying to dance
Written by: ChaosMagicianGirl
Date: 3 may, 2005
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! (DUH!)
Chapter 2: Wrong scenario?
A/N: Thanks to the person who reviewed last chapter. I wrote a songtext to go along with the story. Hope you like it!
Dying to dance
Graceful like a swan
A hidden beauty
That goes unnoticed to the crowd
But inside
So full of doubt
She's kept in a prison
Trying to dance her way out
But she can't seem to escape
And the show must go on
She's dancing
With the grace of a swan
She's dancing with the devil
To the next level
She's dying to become perfect
She's dying to dance
A pencil thin dancer she wants to be
She already is
But in the mirror she continues to see
A fat person
She doesn't want to be
She's dancing
With the grace of a swan
She's dancing with the devil
To the next level
She's dying to become perfect
She's dying to dance
Dying to be thin
While true beauty lies deep within
It goes deeper
Passed the skin
Yet she is rendered blind to see it
She continues to feast on her sin
She's dancing
With the grace of a swan
She's dancing with the devil
To the next level
She's dying to become perfect
She's dying to dance
She's dying to dance
(To dance)
(To dance)
(To dance)
?-!
Anzu had just arrived at the airport of New York. She was currently standing near the exit of gate 6, suitcases standing next to her.
Opening her bag, and taking out her cell phone, she flipped it open.
Smiling, she saw that she had missed at least three phone calls from her friends and she had received three messages.
She had slept like a log most of the trip and one could have prodded her with a stick in the side until it hurt, or threw a bucket of water over her head, she wouldn't have woken up.
She hadn't slept a wink the night before, because she was so excited and nervous for her trip to New York. So, she was catching up on much needed sleep, by doing it for hours straight while on a plane.
The most embarrassing part of the whole ordeal was that she hadn't even noticed that the plane had landed and they were in New York. She was the only passenger left on the plane that hadn't gotten out yet. So, one of the waitresses came over to her and woke her up.
Well, okay, after several useless minutes of shaking her, yelling into her ear, the waitress had finally found an effective way to wake her up.
Which method she used? That Anzu would rather keep to herself, blushing beet-red when she thought of it.
Checking her new messages, she saw they were from two of her friends back in Japan, and one from Serenity.
She clicked on the one from Serenity and the message loaded in the view screen.
Hey Anzu!
How are you? I hope you had a safe trip? I think you must have arrived in New York by now. So, give me a call, and my mom and I will come and pick you up! I can hardly wait to see you again! It's been much too long!
See you in a little while!
Love,
Shizuka
Dialling her number, Anzu put the cell phone to her ear.
It rang a few times, before someone picked up.
"Moshi, moshi, Shizuka speaking!" came Shizuka's cheerful greeting over the phone. "Is that you Anzu?"
"How did you know it was me?" Anzu replied, pouting.
"Hmm, let's see….."Shizuka answered, pausing for a dramatic effect, as if deep in thought. "Have you ever heard of caller ID?"
"No, I haven't!" Anzu chirped in a high pitched voice, playing dumb.
"Whatever, Anzu!" Said Shizuka, rolling her eyes, and laughing.
Now it was Anzu's turn to laugh.
"Well, if it isn't too much trouble, you can come and pick me up at the airport now."
"Will do!" replied Shizuka. "I'll see you in half an hour!"
"Until then!" Anzu replied back cheerfully. "Ja-ne!"
"See you soon!" was Shizuka's way of saying goodbye before a click was heard and she had hung up.
Shaking her head, she flipped her cell phone shut and put it back into her bag.
Was it just her, or had Shizuka picked up an American accent? Well, it wouldn't be that surprising, since she had lived here with her mom most of her life.
But the sad thing was that while Americanizing, Shizuka had stopped speaking her mother language.
She used a few Japanese words and sentences occasionally, but those instances were rare.
It was a shame really in Anzu's eyes.
Knowing that it would probably take a while for Shizuka and her mom to get here, she debated on what to do with the little bit of spare time she had left before they would come.
She could find a bench, sit down, and read a book or magazine while waiting. Or she could find a coffee shop, or perhaps a restaurant to have something to drink and while at it maybe have a bite to eat.
She decided on the latter and picking up her suitcases started her walk to find a place to eat and drink something.
Starbucks sounded good right now. She had heard from Shizuka that they served great coffee there. And since there was no such thing as a star bucks in Japan, that place would be the start for her to begin soaking up on American culture.
After about five minutes she spotted one, and smiling she entered it.
Looking at the menu for a while, she decided to have a simple cappuccino for a drink and a chocoalte brownie.
She asked the lady behind the counter if she could take it with her. The lady wrapped the brownie up and put it in a paper bag for her, so she could take it with her.
Smiling gratefully and thanking her kindly, she picked up the bag and her cappuccino and went outside.
She walked all the way back to where she got of the plane and found a sitting place on a bench. Sitting down, she opened up the paper bag with the brownie in it. Taking it out, she took a small bite.
"Hmm!" Anzu exclaimed. "That tastes so good!"
Taking a sip from her cappuccino, she agreed with Shizuka.
Starbucks really served good coffee. Or in this case cappuccino's.
Content for a few minutes with her food and her drink, she opened her bag and took out a magazine, so she had something to read during the rest of her time to spend waiting here.
Engrossed with what she was doing and her eyes focussed on what she was reading, she didn't notice a familiar mob of black hair coming through gate five.
The person looked around as if searching for something or someone.
When his eyes went in the direction where Anzu was situated at the moment, his eyes went wide, not believing if what they saw were true.
Walking in her direction, he wanted to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but upon closer inspection he saw it was really her.
"What is she doing in America?" he wondered.
Dragging his heavy suitcase along with him, he decided to find out just that by calling her name.
"Hey Anzu, is that you?"
Anzu, hearing someone calling her name, turned her head in the direction the voice came from.
Thinking that it was way too early for Shizuka and her mom to have arrived, she was instead surprised that it happened to be Mokuba kaiba.
'Of all the places to run into a Kaiba….' She thought, perplexed at his sudden appearance. She half expected Seto to be with him, but she saw him nowhere. So she presumed Mokuba was on his own here.
Fortunately. She didn't really feel like dealing with Seto's arrogant behaviour nor his degrading comments.
She hadn't seen him in a long while and she intended to keep it that way.
She responded to Mokuba's question with a question of her own.
"Mokuba?" she said in a confused, perplexed, but curious tone of voice.
Putting down the magazine she had been reading a few moments before, she waited until he had arrived at where she was sitting at.
Looking him up and down she noticed some changes. First of all: boy, had he grown last year or what?
A year ago he was a small little kid of about 1.45? And what do you know, next time you see him, he grew about 10 centimetres.
"Well, last time I checked in the mirror I suppose I was called Mokuba." He said cheerfully, in an of-hand manner.
"Haha, very funny!" Anzu replied in a sarcastic tone of voice.
Mokuba only smiled at her response.
"So, not to sound nosy or anything, but what brings you to America?" Mokuba asked her, curious as to what Anzu was doing here.
"Long story…" Anzu answered. "But man, Mokuba, did you take growing pills during the course of this year or something?" Anzu said astonished at how fast he had grown.
He almost reached her shoulders now.
Blushing a bit at Anzu's remark, he stammered.
"Uhm, no?"
Anzu laughed at his response.
"Just kidding around, Mokuba." Anzu said, winking at him.
"I know." He replied, smiling sheepishly at her, a faint blush still adorning his cheeks.
"Say, what brings you to America?"
"Spending the summer vacation with Seto." He answered her, broad smile lighting up his face.
"Oh?" she replied, surprised about the fact that Kaiba was still in America. "Your brother is still here in America?"
"Yup!" Mokuba confirmed her question.
"Speaking of my brother, he should've been here by now." Said Mokuba, wondering what was taking him so long.
'Don't tell me he's caught up in some meeting again….." he thought, not looking forward to the prospect of sitting on his bum for hours on a bench, waiting for his brother to finish whatever he was doing in that meeting.
"Maybe, he was held up by traffic?" Anzu suggested, seeing the smile disappear from his face and knowing who or what had caused it.
"Maybe……."
"I'm sure that's it, Mokuba." She hated seeing the younger Kaiba sibling down.
"Yeah, must be." He said, mood brightening again.
Anzu smiled, seeing her words had the desired effect.
"So, who are you staying with?"
"Shizuka." Anzu replied, smiling warmly, noticing the effect her response had on him.
"Shi….zuka?" he almost yelled, stumbling over his own words like an idiot. "You mean as in….Jou's younger sister?" he continued, saying the last bit a bit breathlessly, his cheeks turning a nice shade of red.
"Yes."
Anzu knew that Mokuba had a crush on Shizuka since battle city, but she was surprised to find out that he was still clearly infatuated with her.
'How cute, he's blushing!' she thought to herself, a bit amused.
"She lives in America?"
"Yes, didn't she tell you during battle city?"
"No….." he said, frowning a bit for not knowing this piece of information earlier.
"Actually, she lives right here in New York in an apartment together with her mother Teana Kawaii." Stated Anzu.
"I thought she lived with her brother Jou in Domino city?"
"Oh no!" said Anzu, correcting his obvious mistake by saying "Her parents divorced at a young age and her mother took Shizuka with her and they've been living in America ever since."
"Oh, like that….." Before he could finish whatever he was trying to say next, he was interrupted by a deep and smooth voice saying.
"Mokuba, what have I told you about chatting up total strangers?"
He hadn't recognised Anzu, since her back was facing him, or else he probably would have noticed that Mokuba wasn't "chatting up" a total stranger.
"Hello to you Kaiba." Anzu greeted him back, without turning around. She could recognise his voice without putting effort into it.
He, now also recognising the voice and therefore knowing who his brother had been conversing with, was clearly surprised.
"Mazaki?" he said, in a surprised tone of voice. "What are you doing here?" he demanded to know.
Mokuba groaned at his brother's rude behaviour.
"None of your business, Kaiba." Countered Anzu with a sly smirk.
"Whatever, not that any of your business would even interest me." He brushed her of rudely.
"Then why were you even asking in the first place, if you aren't "interested." She replied back unconvinced, and smirking.
Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he decided not to respond to that.
Anzu wasn't intimidated by the "death glare" he was giving her.
She just huffed and crossed her arms in front of her.
'Figures he's still a stuck-up arrogant prick!'
Seto ignored her from then on, and turned his attention to his brother.
"Hey there squirt." He greeted his younger brother with a genuine smile on his face, ruffling his hair fondly.
'Wow, he can actually smile?' Anzu thought to herself sarcastically. "Wow, that's a first!"
But although a smiling Kaiba was just plain creepy to see, he should do it more often. It looked well, good on him.
'Where did that come from?'
"Wow, someone finally noticed me!" said Mokuba fake enthusiastically.
Seto raised one of his eye-brows at that response.
But nonetheless Mokuba was glad to see his brother. So, he gave Seto a brotherly hug.
"Still." Mokuba stated honestly. "I missed you Seto."
Mokuba let go of his brother and turned to Anzu again, who still had her arms crossed in front of her, and was sporting a smile on her face the entire time she was watching the exchange between the two brothers.
"It was really nice to see you again, Anzu!"
"Same here!" Anzu replied, meaning it.
"Maybe, we could hang around sometime during your stay here?" Mokuba proposed.
"I don't think so…."Seto decided to but in.
"You don't have a say on the matter, dear brother." Mokuba cut his brother's comment short, giving him a very Kaiba like glare, effectively shutting him up.
Now, that was just plain scary!
Mokuba being able to intimidate Kaiba and shut him up!
"Well…" she opened her bag, rummaged through it and took out a small piece of paper.
"I could write down my number if you'd like?"
"Sure!"
She took out a pen and scribbled down her cell phone number on the piece of paper, giving it to Mokuba.
He took the offered piece of paper, and smiled at her.
"Thanks!"
"Give me a call sometime." Said Anzu, smiling too.
"I will." Replied Mokuba. "Take care Anzu!"
Picking up his suitcase, he smiled at her briefly, and waving to her, he said to his brother.
"Let's go, Seto!"
Seto, who was more then glad they were finally leaving, followed after Mokuba right away.
"And goodbye to you too!" muttered Anzu after the rude, arrogant bastard.
Then something unexpected happened.
It seemed Kaiba had heard her, but instead of just ignoring her, he stuck his hand in the air once, as a way of saying goodbye.
'Did he just wave at me?' Anzu thought, totally perplexed and surprised.
'Okay, what is wrong with that scenario?' she asked herself, blinking stupidly at their disappearing forms into the crowd.
Someone suddenly grabbed her from behind, scaring the hell out of her.
"Hey, Anzu!"
"Nani?" Anzu screeched, startled.
A/N:
Okies, second chapter done. Personally, I think it sucks big time. But I will let you guys be the judge of that.
CMG, signing out!
