I was thinking that Kaiba is really OOC in this story, but like I said, I was thinking about it. He is around nineteen years old, and a person can't keep making fun of people at that age. He's had time apart from the group and changed a little. Yea. I'll go with that. But don't worry old Kaiba will always be in there somewhere. No one could ever take old Kaiba away! So if someone out there doesn't like the fact that he is a bit ooc it is because he is older now and does now how to be at least a tad bit nice. Plus he has to have a thing for Anzu for god sakes! Ya can't always be an asshole! No more ranting and on with the story!!

Disclaimer: you guys know I don't own jack!!

Chapter 5: Hangover

The sound of a seemingly endless beeping from her alarm clock woke her up. Hitting what ever button her hand found, her head just wanted the beeping to stop. When she found what she was looking for, she sighed contently. Peaking from the top of her comforter, which was on top of head, she looked at the time.

'Time to go to school.' She thought. The headache she had was making hard for her to tear off the comforter and head to the shower like she was planning to. Wondering why she felt so bad this morning, she started putting two and two together.

'Headache. Stomach Ache. I don't know how I got here. Oh shit.' Throwing the covers her head once again, she laid in the fetal position.

"Kaiba. He saw me last night!" She moaned. Her stomach felt like it was churning and was now feeling the effects of the alcohol she consumed the night before. She slowly slid of her bed with her comforter wrapped around her body, running to the bathroom. After she threw up and took a long shower she stepped out of her bathroom with her dance clothes on which consisted of a tight white tank top and blue sweatpants. Underneath the sweatpants were a pair of navy blue gym shorts. She sat on her bed and ran her fingers through her blow dried hair. Who ever brought her home last night didn't even take of her clothes. Instead they just put her clothes over the ones she had on. Not sure of who brought her home, or what happened last night, she decided to call Lorena. After a few rings, Lorena's answering machine answered.

"Hello, this is Lorena's house. I'm not home right now or I'm probably sleeping. Call me later of leave a message and I just might call you back. Bye!" She was probably at her other job or sleeping. After the beep Anzu left a message, hoping she'd get it and call her cell phone.

"What the hell happened last night? I don't remember anything or how I got home. Please tell me it was you. Call me at my cell phone when you get this." Anzu worriedly said. After hanging up the phone, she tried finding her bag. That's when she noticed her office chair.

"Why is it turned around like that?" The said chair was facing her bed, like someone was sitting on it and watching her. Known as a tidy person, she would never leave her chair like that. It would be facing the computer desk, not her bed. She turned the computer back around and caught a lingering scent. Sniffing around the chair, she wondered some more about what happened.

The man danced with other woman shamelessly as Anzu took another sip from her sake cup. The man kept pointing at her and urging her to dance with him. Feeling the music she was about to get up and start dancing when she almost tripped on her own wobbly feet. Luckily a hand caught her arm and steadied her from falling back on the ground.

"How about letting Sam dance by himself" The owner of the hand said. The gruff masculine voice, and musky scent belonging to….

Shaking her head, she couldn't remember the rest. But she recognized the scent. It was cologne. It was a sweet, musky, comforting, and familiar smell. But it lingered along with another smell she couldn't recall.

'Who wore that cologne?' Maybe Kaiba. But she couldn't remember how he smelled like, as odd as it sounded. 'But it had to be him. I was only sitting next to him, unless someone else came. Brandon did say business men. Maybe it wasn't just Kaiba and Sam.' Groaning she decided to forget about it until Lorena called her back. Still not sure of where her bag went, she decided to leave without it. When she reached the door, she saw her black bag lying on her couch.

"There is it." Someone definitely brought her home, she would never leave her bag in the living room. It would probably be next to her bed, or she would have slept with her bag, but never would she leave it in the living room. It was very unlike her.

'So is drinking. 'she thought. Remembering to get her granola bar and bottle of water for breakfast, she ran to the kitchen. The smell of coffee was overwhelming in the kitchen. Now that she thought about it, that was the other smell in her bedroom. It was coffee along with that other familiar smell. She barely drank coffee. Why was her coffee maker on? Looking at the dark liquid, she was tempted to drink it.

'Maybe it's poisoned.' Shaking the silly thought from her mind, she took a plastic cup from the top cabinets and poured some coffee in it along with some sugar and milk. Cautiously she took a sip.

"Not bad." She murmured. Finishing the cup on the way to the bus stop, she already knew she was going to be late for class. This would probably cost her some push ups, and the with way she was still feeling, she didn't want to bother with class today. It was Friday so the bus would be late anyways. Even if she didn't have an obvious hangover, she would still be late. Since there were no benches by this bus stop, she sat on the sidewalk with her head down. Her cell phone rang just then startling Anzu.

"Hello?" She answered. On the other line was Lorena.

The headache was still there. Her hands felt through her bag , searching for some Advil she thought she had. A crumbling in the bag made her stop searching for the pills.

"Hey honey! How are you feeling?" A groan answered her question.

"Like crap. Did you drop off last night?" She asked, trying to move the crumbling thing out of the way so she could dig deeper in her bag for the Advil.

"No." Lorena sing songed. This only meant one thing. Lorena was up to something. Or something did happen and Anzu didn't know what. The same crumbling object was starting to frustrate her.

"Then who?" She asked, obviously annoyed, Pulling the crumbling object out, she saw that it was a folded piece of paper. She opened the piece of paper, her jaw dropping and her heart racing. As if fate was laughing at her, at the same moment she read the piece of paper, Kaiba drove up with a smirk on his handsome face just in time to catch her reaction.

"Seto Kaiba. Last night you told me you knew him, so I figured why not. I'm sure he brought you home safe, that's why I told him to. That was okay, right?" Lorena babbled, not seeing what Anzu was seeing. Sitting Indian style on the side walk wearing sweats, Anzu felt like the lowest thing on earth. The paper laying on her lap, she looked down on it again.

"Let me call you back, Lorena." Without waiting for a goodbye, she hung up. Kaiba was now parked in front of the same red light from yesterday. He could see her on the sidewalk and knew she would be here around noon. "Crap, crap, crap." She muttered under her breath as she stood up. Pain filled her head once again and she didn't have sunglasses with her to block the sun. Why didn't the bus come early? Kaiba was looking over at her with a cigarette in his mouth.

'He was at my house. He was the one who put my pajamas on. He dragged me to my bed. He left my bag on the couch. He drank my coffee. That was him who I was smelling. The coffee, the cigarette, the cologne. I remember his smell. He sat on my office chair, facing me. Watching me?' Her eye brow quirked up as she walked to his car. Bending a little, as much as her body resisted, she timidly said hello.

"Did you enjoy last night, Mazaki?" He retorted sarcastically. The way he said it could have made anyone passing by think that they had sex or something. Mad now that she knew he was going to make fun of her for last night, she huffed and stood up straight.

"I don't need this right now. What I need is to go to school." Before she could fully turn around, he grabbed her wrist, causing her to look at him.

"So that's why you asked me to set up your alarm?" Confused, she faced him fully again. Knowing it was the alcohol that made her not remember, she couldn't help but to ask.

"I asked you?" Confusion still set on her face. Kaiba nodded, fully amused that she couldn't remember. She sighed and looked down on her white sneakers. "What else happened?" She meekly asked. The light turned green and there were cars behind him. Looking at his rearview mirror, he lowly scoffed, silently daring the people behind him to honk the horn. His hand was still holding her wrist, and let go of it hastily. After turning his body to open the passenger door, he turned his head back to Anzu's direction.

"You're going to be late for school if you keep waiting for that bus." He said. The way he said it wasn't angrily or pleasant. It was like a command, though it he didn't ask anything from her. "Get in and I'll take you. I'm going down town anyways." Looking back at the cars that were now piling up behind him, she nodded. She really wasn't feeling well and didn't want to ride a smelly bus with no air conditioning. This way she'd get to school on time. But she knew she would once again owe the CEO. She jogged to the other side of the car and got in, Kaiba already ready to drive away from the bus stop. Feeling like she's been in this car before, she rested against the leather seats like she did last night; her head facing the window. Kaiba recalled that same position form last night and smirked. The same smell that was lingering in her bedroom was surrounding his car. The same coffee, cigarette, and cologne smell. It was Kaiba. For some reason, she loved the three scents mixed together. It made her relax. It made her lean more into the seat. His music was playing once again, and Anzu felt like she recognized what he was listening to. Even though she barely listened to Japanese music anymore, she didn't know why she knew this Japanese band. The car stopped at another red light. Anzu turned her head towards Kaiba. He looked back at her, giving her a look that said what. Averting her stare to the CD player, she felt like she was going to drift into sleep. The ride was relaxing, no one talking, and the music just playing. Some people would find it odd to sit next to someone and be completely silent, but she liked it. If someone saw them they would think they were in a fight by the way she was staring out the window and he was intently staring in front of him. But she still wanted to know some answers. Breaking the silence she spoke, realizing that Kaiba was still looking at her.

"What else happened?" The light turned green, and he didn't answer her. Looking back at him, she figured that he liked the silence too. Knowing he would be irritated if she continued looking at him, she looked back outside her window. It would take twenty minutes to get to her school. Then another thought crossed her mind. He didn't even ask for directions, or where she went to school. Thinking back to her computer desk, she did notice that her school papers were moved a little bit. The address to the school were on all of the papers, and she figured that he already knew where she went to school. Turning a bit red, she knew he found out about her little tootsie roll addiction. When they got to another red light, he answered her, pulling her away from the window and towards him.

"Nothing happened. You drank more then you were supposed to, and wanted to take the bus home. Your friend volunteered me to take you home since she couldn't take you. I drove you home. I carried you to your bed, put your pajamas on. Set up your clock and went to work." He didn't mention that he stood up all night watching her sleep, or that he saw her breasts by accident. The mere fact of him helping her last night could have made Anzu tell her friends and have them belittle him was enough. He couldn't risk telling her that he saw her breast. Joey would probably fly to America and try to beat him up. Not that he was afraid, he beat him once, he could do it again. It was just bad press. So was helping someone get home because they were too drunk. But he could tolerate Anzu. He could tolerate helping out for one night…. And one day. Why was he helping her go to school?

'I guess seeing her sitting on the sidewalk with an obvious hang over made me feel bad.' Shocked that he could feel remorse for someone and not knowing why, he looked in front of him again. Anzu was still looking at him, her head leaned back against the seat, with a slight smile on her face. There was traffic and the red light turned green, then back to red. Kaiba didn't drive fast enough to pass the green light and was stuck again in front of the red light. The horns honking made Anzu groan and shut her eyes, head still turned towards Kaiba. That feeling of pity came back when he saw her eyebrows nit together in pain.

"If you look in the glove compartment there's some pills for hangovers for you." He quietly said. She opened her blue eyes once again and stared at him in shock. Frustrated with his kindness, he opened the glove box, hands brushing her knee, and pulled out the pills. "Take two. It'll make the headache and nausea stop." With her hand out, he dropped the pills into her hands and put them back in the glove box. A questioning lazy smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you. Why do you have these?" She looked at the pink pills in her hands and popped them into her mouth. Luckily she always brought water in her bag and took it out, drinking some water. Kaiba didn't answer her. The pills made her head feel instantly better. "Okay, then. Why did you help me last night? Why would you help someone like me?" Maybe it was better when she was feeling sick. She didn't ask any questions then.

"Because. You just looked pathetic. You were an easy target for rapists. I couldn't have it on my conscience, leaving you in the bus stop, or trying to dance with Sam." He answered honestly, but with a tone of exasperation. Her mouth formed an 'o' shape and looked out the window again. The light was now green. The sooner she is out of the car, the sooner he could act like the cold hearted bastard he made everyone think he was. After ten minutes he heard her start to hum and tap her feet. Looking over at with an annoyed facial expression, he stopped the car. An old woman was crossing the street. She continued to tap her feet and hum whatever song she had in her head. "What are you doing?" He finally asked. Without looking at him she answered him, sounding like she was still concentrating on her still tapping feet.

"I forgot I had a practice recital today at school. I'm just trying to see if I know it by heart." Now she turned towards him with the same lazy smile she had before. "I'm done now." Like she said, her feet stopped tapping. "I tried dancing with Sam." She said as if she remembered. "I remember you pulling me back down. Thank you. " Kaiba rolled his eyes and saw the lady wave to him as a thank you for stopping the car for her.

"There's a lot of other things that you have to thank me for." He muttered under his breath. He saw her look into her bag from the corner of his eye. They were getting closer to her school. When he stopped in front of her school, she took out what she was looking for from her bag. It was a pen and a piece of paper. She jotted something down and handed it to Kaiba.

"Here's my phone number. I know I owe you. A lot. So if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to call me." Dumbly looking at the piece of paper, he slowly took it and placed it in his glove compartment. When he still didn't say anything, she smiled and turned her to open the car door. His hand resting lightly on hers, almost grasping it, made her look back. He took back his hand and placed it on the steering wheel, nearly gripping it, silently scolding himself for losing himself. Blue eyes connected with blue eyes. He looked up towards the school for a second then looked back at her. She sat where she was, not moving a muscle.

'What was up with that?' she thought.

"Do you work tonight?" He asked gruffly. She tilted her head and looked up as if she was thinking.

"Yes. But only until three in the morning. Because of the fact that I have to finish school soon, I need to go to school more and to work less." She innocently smiled with one of her hands still resting on the car door. He looked ahead now and seemed to be thinking.

"I get out of work around that time." He said to himself quietly, leaning towards the steering wheel. "If you want, I could pick you up from work around that time. Your apartment is on the way and my office is near your club." Even though he said it quickly, she understood and brightly smiled. In the corner of his eye, he caught her smile.

'She's still the brightly smiling cheerleader.'

"Why? I mean, didn't we hate each other in high school?" The last question made him stiffen. Even though she was smiling, she was equally and boldly curious. When she knew him in high school, he was always seen as a cold hearted bastard. Not the guy who sat beside her today who kept doing favors for him. It was odd. Different. She didn't' know if there was a catch, or if he was genuinely being a decent person. She didn't mean to sound ungrateful. It was just something she wasn't sure of agreeing to. Maybe in a month from now he would tell her that she owes him and end up selling her to some weird place.

'Okay, maybe not selling me. But selling me out for something.' If there was something she learned in New York it was that nothing is for free.

"It's not safe in the middle of the night. You obviously don't drive and need some sort of transportation to and from work." He reasoned with an air of snobbiness, like it was painful that he was being this courteous to someone.

"Ah." She said as she got out the car. When she moved, he didn't know. To be honest he was a little nervous about what she would say. After she shut the car door, she bent down to be at eyelevel with Kaiba who was looking at her with his infamous deadpan facial expression. "I get out tonight at three. I'll be waiting inside. Will you meet me by the bar?" Before he could answer her yes, she changed her mind. "I'm being selfish aren't I? You're tired and won't want to come inside. I'll wait by the bus stop." She finished with a nod as if she was contemplating something else. The brick building's bell rang, indicating for her to come inside and start class. The building behind her looked like a high school of some sort. Noticing that he was not looking at her but past her towards the school, she explained. "It used to be a high school but now it's a dance school for students who want to transfer to Julliard. It's expensive, but worth it. I'm learning a lot here. More here than in Japan." She chuckled.

"Hmm. I'll meet you by the bar at three. Make sure you don't go to the bus stop. If it was safe there then I wouldn't offer a ride in the first place." Sounding like an older brother, he knew he was acting like he was talking to Mokuba. Anzu could hear the emotion in his voice. Like he was truly concerned if something happened to her. Even though his voice was laced with distaste and frustration, it had a tint of a concerned emotion.

'Mazaki would be dumb enough to wait at the bus stop.' He thought as she nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to him.

"Thank you. For everything." She said sounding sincere. She pointed to her head. "I don't feel hung over anymore. Thanks a lot." Without waiting for him to drive away she jogged up the stair to the dance school and disappeared through the brown double doors.

As he drove back to work, her sleeping form from last night crept back into his mind. Why he volunteered to drive her home from work, beat the hell out of him. But what he did know is that being around Mazaki was not good for his cold hearted façade. Had it been anyone else, he would have let them deal with their hangover, their bus ride home, and Sam trying to dance with them. He smiled when he remembered last night. He remembered how she tried to get up to dance with Sam and how he pulled her down. It was enough that she was drinking like a fish, he didn't want to see Sam all over her. Knowing Sam and believing the rumors, Sam would have done something with Anzu had he had the opportunity. Eye brow raising, he wondered if he was jealous.

'Jealous? Of what?' The last day of school popped into his mind. To this day he didn't know what he was thinking that day. She was there, he was there. It just happened. Something in his body took over and his mind half heartedly protested. Even though she did kiss back, he was still unclear about the whole situation and decided to forget about it. She obviously did. Yes, he had to admit that Mazaki was a looker and she did have a great body. Lean, tall, and possibly powerful due to all the hours of dance she did. A dancers body, that's what she had. He remembered her lying on the bed with her long chocolate colored hair pooled around her pillow like a halo. He remembered her hair laying like silk against his arm when he propped her up against his chest to put her clothes on. Now that he thought about it, holding her at the bedroom and carrying her into the apartment was something that was maddening. He had to admit he did feel something. But like he was taught when he was younger, feelings are what gets you hurt in the first place. So of course he pushed those feelings back. Thinking back to her hair, he wondered if she ever had long hair in high school. The long hair seemed to make her look leaner, and the way her hair cascaded down her back made her look sexy from behind, even in sweats.

'Sexy?' He thought questionably, as if he almost didn't believe he thought Anzu was sexy. 'I don't think I could be around her anymore. When I drop her off at her apartment I'll tell her that I made a judgment error and can't drop her off anymore.' He feebly decided as he got out of car and walked into Kaiba corp.

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Yet another chapter done! Yea for me!! I hope it was good enough for you guys! The bit that Anzu remembered with her dancing with Sam was something I wanted to add. I didn;t explain a whole lot about what happened when they were in the club, but there's an idea. I wanna take the time to thank the following reviewers who I have not acknowledged, you guys are really helping me be inspired to continue to write;

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TeaFan123 : I want him to appear nicer because after all he should be mature if he's 19 and not pick on people.. As much..

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