Authors note: Two chapters in one day.. Aren't you proud?

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Chapter 4: Alcohol, business and pleasure

The last two hours felt like hell for Anzu. But thankfully the drinks kept coming, thanks to her. Lorena knew she needed the drinks in her system, so she allowed it. After Anzu saw Kaiba in the same place where she works, she almost flipped her lid. The first thing she did after Kaiba walked passed her was run to Lorena and ask her to get her out of this room and transfer her out on the dance floor. But before Lorena could tell her yes, Sam blew it for her by remembering her name. She knew that now that Kaiba knows, she can't just run away. She's have to stay and face him and whatever he would viciously say to her about her job choice. Right now all Sam's girlfriends were dancing with Sam in the middle and her five coworkers. Lorena went outside to talk Brandon into watering down Sam's drinks some more. Anzu was still sitting next to the annoyed CEO drinking and occasionally pouring some drinks in his sake cup.

The first hour Sam and Kaiba tried to talk business. The keyword here was tried. It was hard to talk business with a drunk. By the time both Kaiba and Sam were on the same page and understood what Kaiba was trying to tell him, something distracted Sam and they had to start all over again. All the rumors about Sam being a skirt chaser proved to true tonight. The main distraction was a girl walking by or a girl getting up to dance. By the second hour Kaiba just gave up on Sam, starting to drink every once and a while, waiting for Sam to sober up enough to take the pen in his hands and sign the papers. The only thing that kept Kaiba sane was the face that a miserable Anzu was sitting beside him drinking drink after drink, trying to obviously forget the fact that Kaiba was witnessing the whole thing. Fortunately Kaiba didn't say anything to Anzu about her working in a club, he by the way he was looking at her she knew he would, at some time, mention it. The time was now.

"So, why here? Why would a straight A student travel all the way to America just to be some sort of stripper in a club?" He held his drink in his hands. The now signed paper neatly tucked inside his briefcase. Ten minutes ago, Sam made a big announcement about him leaving his company and leaving it to Kaiba. After a few drunken tears he finally signed the document. Anzu knew he could have left ten minutes ago, so the time did come for some answers. Wither or not she wanted to answer, she had no choice. The alcohol in her made her bitter about the fact that here was Kaiba, getting yet another company and more money, while Anzu was serving his drinks. Shrugging her shoulders, she took another chug of her drink.

"I don't know. It just happened. I wanted to go Julliard. I had no money. I needed a job that was related to dancing. I applied and the rest is history." Her answer come out as a slur. Before she could take another sip, Lorena came up from behind and took the drink out of hands.

"You know her, right?" Lorena asked Kaiba. He looked at Anzu's pissed off face and tried to search for another full bottle or sake cup. He glared back at Lorena and nodded questionably after Anzu found what she was looking for.

'Damn can she drink.'

"Good. If you're her friend, can you make sure that she doesn't turn into Sam over there." She pointed to the now passed out Sam on the floor with the two or three girls passed out beside him. "We're going to close up this room considering the party is basically over, and Anzu needs to sober up and go home safely." Anzu got up, almost falling into Kaiba's lap.

"I don't need help. I can leave on my own." Anzu stumbled out of the room and went into the dressing room to get her clothes and makeup off. After she got on her regular Tokyo Princess outfit on and makeup off, she slowly walked towards the door, feeling dizzy. Trying to shake that feeling off, she opened the door to see Kaiba waiting outside of the door with Lorena.

"Are you okay?" Lorena asked her and checked her eyes to see if she was capable to go home on her own. Kaiba was leaning against the wall with his arms folded against his chest. His brief case was no where to be seen though. Nausea slowly came over her petite stomach. She held her stomach and tried hard not to puke all over Lorena.

"Yes mother. I'm okay. I just to get out of here. The music is too loud in here." The obviously still drunk Anzu left the two and pushed way out of the club. She walked to the bus stop and sat down on a bench with her head down. "Such a bad night." She muttered. The nausea seemed to be a temporary thing because she was now feeling better, though she was really sleepy now. A few minutes later, she felt someone was in front of her. She slightly looked up to see Kaiba holding her bag.

"You forgot this." Holding it out to she could take it. Now holding on to her bag for dear life, she was waiting for her bus to come by to take her home.

"It should come around this time." She said to herself, forgetting for a minute that Kaiba was still standing in front of her. Wait, no. He was sitting next to her now. Not looking mad or irritated, he just looked indifferent about sitting at a bus stop bench in the middle of the night with one if his enemies.

'He moves way to fast.'

"No, it's not coming. You're way to early for the bus, or should I say late? Come with me and I'll drop you off at home." His generosity was rare. But something about an old school mate drunk late at night waiting for a bus that may never come made him almost feel bad. Almost. He knew if he left her then he went to bed all he would think about is about Mazaki and wondering if she ever got home or not. Anzu leaned back on the bench and looked up at the night sky. Even the moon didn't want to come out on a night like this.

"You won't mention any of this if I see you after this?" She miserably asked. She felt like she hit a new low. His chuckling response didn't make her feel any better either. This while New York dream was starting to waver and all she wanted to do right now was go back to Japan and call Yugi to tell him what happened. Getting up, he took Anzu's arm and pulled her up as well. Everything was a blur. It was like her body was not listening to her brain. Her body would just move on its own accord.

"No guarantees. Just come with me. After tonight, you might not even remember this night." Still holding her arm, he lightly dragged her with him to the Princess Tokyo parking. His car was ready and waiting outside of the club and he opened the passenger door for her. After she got in, she relaxed into the soft leather seats as he drove off. On the first red light, she told him exactly where to drop her off.

Throughout the whole ride, she didn't say a word and neither did he. What he did do was put on some music. Even though he did like American music, he couldn't help but to always be drawn into Japanese visual kei music. The CD he had on was from Dir En Grey. The volume was low so that he didn't disturb Anzu's sleeping form. Half way throughout the drive, he noticed that she stopped bopping her head and fell asleep. Not sure if it was okay to let her sleep even though she was drunk, he kept looking over at her every once and a while to see if she was still breathing normally.

When he got to the front of her apartment building, he checked again to see if she was still asleep. Her closed eyes and content smile on her face proved that she was. Not sure of what to do with her, he nudged her arm to wake her up. It didn't wake her up, so he took the bag she was holding on to like a teddy bear and searched though it to see if she had some sort of id saying which apartment she lived in. She protested a little, but finally let go of the bag. 2B was her apartment.

'Success'

The area she lived in wasn't so bad. It looked like the building where the main character of Sex and the City lived. She lived on the second floor of the brownstone one bedroom apartment. Her kitchen was fairly big as well as her living room. The bathroom however was a little tiny for Anzu's taste, but the balcony that overlooked the busy streets of New York made up for it. It was a site at night when all the people from New York come out chat and the kids come together to play. Originally she met Lorena in this neighborhood and introduced her to Tokyo Princess.

Looking again for her apartment keys in her bag, he decided not to wake her up. Yes. He was going to carry the tired, drunk dancer to her apartment. Hopefully she had a roommate that was home and could take care of her. After rummaging through her bad and finding what he was looking for, he put the bag on his shoulder and walked out of his car to Anzu's side so he could carry her. Opening the door, he had to make sure Anzu didn't fall out of it since she was leaning against the door. After a few failed attempts at carrying her due to her fidgetiness, he finally succeeded. He held her bridle style, and she just relaxed into him with her head on the crook of his neck and her arms around his neck, which made him slightly blush. When he got to her apartment door and opened it, he laid her on her couch hoping for a roommate to come running into the living room. The whole time she did not wake up.

"No one lives with her." He quietly said to himself. By the way the neat apartment looked, there was only one person living here. The bedroom door was wide open and showed only one queen sized bed. For him it was a small apartment, but he had to admit the view was decent. He looked out the balcony window which showed the streets and other buildings. Towards the end of the street he could see little pizza shops, pastry ships and other little mom and pop shops. Where he lived it was secluded, so there were no human activities that could be seen from his balcony. A place like this one was probably peaceful but hectic at the same time. It looked like he was thrown back in the 1950s or something. It was truly the definition of New York living. Anzu's stirring brought his sites away from the balcony view and towards her.

"Okay, lets get you to bed so I can go home and sleep without a guilty conscience." Kaiba said once again to no one and picked her up again. He went in her bedroom and laid her on top of the blue and white bordered comforter. Her white boots had to come off, which he did take off. But her coat was going to be a hassle. Leaning over her and lifting her up in his arms, he slowly took each arm out of the coat. He laid her back down and she was now sleeping on top of her coat. The only thing she had on was a tank top and boy shorts. Something that was way to sleazy to wear on a cold night. Lifting her up once again, he took the coat from under her and tossed it on her office chair that was on the left of her bed. Beside the door was her dresser, and possibly some pajamas that would cover her chilled body. Going through the middle drawers, he found what he was looking for; a white tee-shirt and green and blue plaid pajama pants. In his house he would put his underwear in the top drawers, so figuring that she did too, he avoided the two top drawers.

'Now to put it on her.'

He didn't know wither or not he should take of her clothes and replace it with the pajama wear. If she woke up in the middle of him trying to put her clothes back on, she would think he was trying to rape her or something. Maybe he could leave her in those clothes.

'No. She would freeze, get sick and sue me.'

Giving up he pulled her up once again in his arms so that she was leaning against his chest. He lifted her right arm up over his shoulder and started pulling up her shirt. When he went to lift her left arm up to pull her shirt off he stopped. He pulled down the shirt and laid her back on the bed. The whole time she stayed asleep.

'She's not wearing a bra. Why the hell is she not wearing a bra?' He thought in his head, fuming mad. Even though he was a guy and yes, almost ogled at her bare breasts; he felt guilty. Shaking out the redness in his cheeks, he lifted her up again and placed the white tee-shirt over her other shirt.

'She's cold anyways.' Oh, he was certain now she was cold.

Not wanting to know wither or not she wore underwear underneath those already looking like underwear shorts, he placed the pajama pants over the shorts. Finally she was dressed and ready for bed, even though she was already asleep. That girl could probably sleep through anything ;she was dragged upstairs thrown on a couch, and a bed, undressed, lifted multiple times and was still completely asleep.

The heater seemed to be broken or something since it was freezing in her bedroom but not the other rooms. Slowly he saw her wake up. First her eyes opened and she squirmed around until the comforter was on top of her. The whole time she didn't notice Kaiba beside her or him helping her get under the covers. After she was settled into her bed, she laid on her side towards Kaiba and closed her eyes.

"Can you make sure my alarm is set up for eleven in the morning?" She asked in a voice low enough he had to bend over close to her mouth to hear clearly. The dancer was now asleep, her breathing slowing down indicating that she was indeed asleep. Sighing heavily, he turned his head towards the night table next to the bed with a gray CD alarm clock. Still bent over, he made sure the alarm went off at 11am.

"Maybe she won't remember this in the morning." He shrugged and decided to leave a note in her bag. To the right of her bed she had a computer desk with computer paper and pens lying around. He took a piece of paper and wrote;

You owe me for last night. Next time don't drink so much.

Kaiba

After having a good laugh to himself, he stuffed it in her bag. The clock on her night table read four in the morning and he groaned. Sitting on her office chair he just looked at her sleeping form. She was peacefully sleeping not knowing that the famous or shall we say, infamous CEO of Kaiba corporation was sitting next to her bed watching her. If only her friends could see this. Their goody goody, lets always be friends Anzu Mazaki was drunk, worked at a club and Kaiba, the cold hearted billionaire was helping her through everything and she wasn't even conscious to know this.

It was already four in the morning, he should have been home hours ago. Yet, he was still here in Mazaki's apartment watching her sleep. Running his hands through his chocolate brown hair with a sigh, he leaned back in the chair, kicked off his shoes and placed them on top her bed. Some months ago he heard about a teenager dying in their sleep because they drank too much and threw up in their sleep. Since no one was around to make sure the person was lying on their side, the person choked on their own throw up. For some reason this story kept creeping in his mind, so he decided to stay beside her until he had to get ready for work, which was eight in the morning. He didn't live too far from here, meaning he could leave around seven thirty and just be ten minutes late for work. After all, he owns the company no one can fire him. Looking back at Anzu to see if she was still breathing, he sighed once again.

The room didn't look of a person who was a sidekick cheerleader. It had no frills or cutesy things like stuffed animals around. It was a bed with a blue comforter, two night tables with a glass and a book on one table and an alarm clock in the other. Her computer desk was littered of bills, books, and candy wrappers. From what he saw, she loved to eat tootsie rolls. The top of her dresser had perfumes, birthday cards, pictures of her and the geeks together and some makeup items like mascara and lip gloss. To the right of her room was a door that lead to a small hallway that lead to her bathroom. The walls of the hallway was closet doors, which was opened a little, showed that it was actually a closet. He figured it was the bathroom because the sink was the first thing he saw. The mirror on top of the sink reflected the bathtub. Her room was quaint, not decorated, but not bare.

He took out his cell phone and set the alarm in it for seven o'clock. Maybe he could get some shut eye before he had to go back to work. Anzu moaned while turning over on her other side, facing Kaiba. Her eyes flickered open on closed for a couple of seconds, then remained closed. She was asleep once again, facing Kaiba with a small smile on her lips.

'Maybe not.'

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My computer has been acting like a jerk lately and not letting me on Fanfiction. So that's why the update took so long. It's Christmas so I just wanna say Happy Holidays!! Have loads of eggnog!!