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Chapter 12: Prophetic Objectives

Kaiba woke up to hear someone screaming. It sounded like one of his maids, Cassandra. She was a small old Cuban woman who loved to cook. Every night after he got back from Anzu's she would always be there waiting for him to make sure he came home safely, ate, and got his work done. You could almost say that she was like a mother he never had. You could say she annoyed him but he liked having her around when Mokuba was here. It was good for Mokuba to have a motherly figure around him.

"Porque? Porque? Que en Diablo es eso?(1)" He could hear her screeching. Rolling over on his stomach he grabbed his clock to see the time. It was eight in the morning. He had enough sleep anyways. He got home around five in the morning and just went straight to bed. Mokuba was asleep when he came back home so he didn't get interrogated by his younger brother, yet. He heard some other Spanish words coming from the noticeably irritated maid. Getting up form his bed, he yawned and got his rob to head outside and see what the commotion was about. Following the hushed mutterings and Spanish words, he found his way to Mokuba's bathroom. The door was wide open and Cassandra was standing by the bathroom door in distress.

"What's going on here?" Kaiba asked sternly. If it had to do with Mokuba, then it wasn't good. Mokuba stepped out from the bathroom and brushed past a horrified Cassandra. Mokuba had pierced the side of his bottom lip. Mokuba, the sixteen year old boy who just yesterday looked like he was a mini business man had pierced his lip. Kaiba glanced long enough at Cassandra to see the fear in her eyes. He didn't know if she was afraid because of the ring or because of Kaiba's reaction. Slowly counting backwards from ten, he tried not to ring Mokuba's neck on the spot.

"Good morning big brother." Without any traces of fear, Mokuba just walked past both his older brother and motherly maid like nothing to his bedroom. Eyes wide in either anger or astonishment, Kaiba found that he could not move. He strongly believed it was a gift from God to Mokuba that Kaiba could not move. The sound of Mokuba's door shutting brought him out of his trance.

"MOKUBA!" Kaiba yelled. Cassandra muttered one of her Spanish prayers and tapped his shoulder, stopping Kaiba from stomping over to Mokuba's room.

"Do you want me to kill him? I will take him by the neck and make him wish he never got that Diablo ring. I swear it." She said seriously. It was something Kaiba did not take seriously. He has been with Cassandra long enough that she practically had the right to wring Mokuba's neck if she pleased. God knows he deserved it.

"No, Cassandra. I'll be the one to kill him. You just make sure no one hears." Cassandra smirked and nodded.

"Please, you make sure he takes it off. It's no way a young handsome man like him should look like. He should be like you." Clapping her hands she went downstairs to most likely the kitchen to make them breakfast. Rolling his eyes, he tried to calmly stroll over to Mokuba's room, opening the door without knocking. Right now he was not in the mood for respecting his privacy. As far as he was concerned, Mokuba had no privacy anymore.

"When did you get it?" Was all he said. There was no point in being mad. He calmed himself enough to realize that. If he got mad and started yelling then it would only drive Mokuba away. There was no point in doing that when he could send Mokuba away. Mokuba was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling looking like he was bored.

"I got it when you were at work. I was bored and passed a piercing parlor and thought it looked nice. So I got it." Kaiba shut his bedroom door and stood before Mokuba's bed with his arms crossed on his chest.

"You're sixteen Mokuba. You have to be eighteen to get the piecing. How did you get it?" He could not get a reaction from Mokuba. Mokuba was acting colder than he was.

"I looked older than eighteen the guy said, so he didn't ask for ID." He explained like it was nothing. "Are you mad, Seto?" He asked with a sneer. Was he trying to get a rise out of Kaiba? Did he deliberately pierce his lip to piss him off? Is that why he called him this morning to see if he was coming home? That stupid lip ring was the reason why Kaiba left Anzu?

"Is that why you called me? So I can come home at get mad at you?" He had to admit, the kid had balls of steel. Walking back to the door, he chuckled. "Mokuba, you didn't get me mad. So whatever you were planning failed miserably." Hearing Mokuba get up he turned back to look at him.

"I hate my school, Kaiba. I want to stay here. I want to live with my only family member and not a bunch of stupid teachers." A realization then dawned in on Kaiba. Mokuba was purposively trying to get kicked out of school. He had a good life in Japan but was missing one thing; his big brother.

"You can't. I want you to stay in Japan and get a good education there like I did. Then you can move here with me." He stated simply, no longer wanting to talk about the matter. As much as he did want his younger brother to live with him, he couldn't yet. The schools in Japan were great and could show him great discipline. The discipline that Mokuba was obviously lacking on purpose. His decision was final Mokuba would stay whether he wanted to or not until he graduated high school.

"Why? Because you want to stay alone with your girlfriend?" Where did he get that from? This morning when he was with Anzu. He heard her. He knew. Quickly turning around so that he didn't have a chance of wavering his act, he shrugged.

"You're imaging things Mokuba. I just want you to have a good education before you come out here to America for good." Kaiba retorted dourly.

"Yea right. I heard her last night. You were so damn distracted you didn't even notice that I did tell you that I pierced my lip. Who is she? Some whore? Some slut you picked up from work?" Mokuba bit out. If only he knew. If only he knew he was talking about Anzu like that. Had he told him that it was Anzu, would he change his opinion about her?

"That's enough, Mokuba. Get dressed and meet me downstairs. We have until eight tonight before I have to go back to work." Without another word, Kaiba left his room before Mokuba asked a question that would give away who his secrete whore was.

The whole day seemed to last forever. Mokuba wasn't up for anything and just stayed home the whole day without saying a word to Kaiba. Unfortunately for Cassandra the lip ring stayed. Kaiba wasn't about to make Mokuba even more pissed off at him by making him take off the lip ring. Mokuba was in the living room watching a football game on the big screen television when Kaiba stepped out of his study. He wanted to be ahead with his work. Today would be the last day Mokuba would stay until he left for Japan for another couple of weeks. Each time Mokuba would leave mad at Kaiba, he wouldn't return for another couple of weeks. His flight was for ten at night. Kaiba would be at work by then and wouldn't have a chance to say goodbye.

"I'm going to go, Mokuba. I won't see you tonight so I'll say bye now. Call me when you get home, okay? Don't upset your teachers too much and study hard." Kaiba stood by the threshold of his front door while Mokuba stayed sitting still on the couch. Sighing, he knew Mokuba heard him and was about to close to door behind him when he heard Mokuba yell out to him.

"Wait!" The door was half way closed but they could still see each other. "I'll take the lip ring out." Mokuba muttered. Kaiba smiled at his childish brother.

"Keep it. It looks good on you." He said before he shut the door. Maybe Mokuba might come back sooner than he thought.

His secretary was incompetent. Just completely useless. He asked his twenty-one year old secretary, Sherri to just simply organize his papers for his presentation due on Monday. What did she do? She botched it up. She came running up to him in a crying mess babbling about how she was missing some papers. What was the point of keeping her, he occasionally asked. He knew why. Every time she messed up she would bat her long eyelashes and pout at him. She was an innocent twenty one year old. It was odd how she was older than him and yet he was more corrupt than she. Even her look was innocent. She had chin length blond hair and bright hazel eyes and dark long eyelashes. She had naturally pouty lips and a natural blush on her cheeks. Ever day that she has worked in his office she would always dress in a shirt black skirt and a buttoned long sleeve shirt. As a man he had to say that she was a pretty girl. An innocent looking girl who was an obvious freak. An easy lay. Even a ditz like her knew that.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Kaiba. I thought I had everything with me, but I guess I didn't." That was her defense. Her half ass defense. Why does he keep her around?

Right now he was going through every disk he had on his desk wasting perfectly good time that he could be using to finish his work to find the information Sherri lost. Around nine o clock Mokuba called him before he went left and said goodbye. Mokuba was no longer mad at him and kept his It was around two in the morning and everyone was long gone. It was almost time for him to pick Anzu up and for him to go home but he knew he probably would be late, even if he sped to her job. Right now he couldn't just leave without finding those papers. Looking back at the clock , he saw it was now past three thirty and still no papers. Giving up he piled all the disks into a box and carried it out to his car. He'll have to take it to his house and stay up all morning to find those disks. There were hundreds of those disks, he was surprised it all could fit in his box. Speeding out of the parking garage he hoped that Anzu didn't do something stupid like take the bus home.

Arriving around four thirty, he briskly walked to the entrance of the club. He didn't realize that it would take so long to haul his disks to his car. Before he fully entered the club, a lone figure across the street caught his eye. It was Anzu. She was standing by the bus stop in her tank top and jeans, rubbing her arms obviously shaking from the cold. Her bag was set beside her and she sullenly looked down the street to see if the bus was coming. Unfortunately for her, the bus was late as usual. Still standing by the entrance of the club, Kaiba saw the bus arriving and stopping in front of her. The driver looked like some old man. What he didn't know was that it was the same dirty old man who would hit on Anzu each time she went on the bus. Before the bus would drive away with Anzu in it, Kaiba jogged across the street to catch her.

"No boyfriend to warm up the dancer? I could be your boyfriend, if you let me." The old man winked at the nervous Anzu. Her shivering would not stop as she stepped onto the bus. She was still on the first step and held on to the handle like it was her life line. Kaiba didn't come. For what reason, she didn't want to know. Maybe he changed his mind about her. Maybe he realized that she was no good for him? Maybe she wasn't good enough for him. That was it then. She almost depended on him coming to her job and him driving her to her apartment. She loved those rides. She realized how much she loved their rides. How much she grew attached to Kaiba. Not seeing him today, it hurt her. It felt like she was alone and standing alone for an hour and a half made her feel even more alone.

Could she just take the bus home with this pervert driving her home? Unfortunately she forgot her jacket and had to leave in her navel exposing, breast popping tank top. The old man licked his lips and leaned forward, ready to close the doors behind her.

"Just sit on daddy's lap and I'll make you stop shivering." He perversely said. Groaning, she was about to take another step forward when an iron like hold was felt on her wrist, almost making her scream. There was no need to turn around when she heard the voice behind her.

"How about I give her a ride home and you get lost." The old man shockingly looked back at Anzu and then and the person behind her. His eye twitched out of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was taken. But if you ever need someone.. ." He took his time to eye Anzu up and down, stopping at her chest and licked his lips once more making Kaiba pull Anzu backwards and into his arms so that she didn't fall. He then stepped one foot in the bus, moving Anzu behind him with his iron grip on her wrist.

"There is no but. There is no way in hell she would ever be with a dirty old man like you. Now get out of here before I make you regret ever laying eyes on her." He then stepped back out of the bus, giving the man a chance to close his doors and drive away. When he did drive away, a teary eyed Anzu hugged him from behind, snuggling her face further into his back, missing his distinct cigarette, coffee and cologne smell.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She muttered into his back. He stood still, not expecting the firm hug. Did she think he forgot about her? The hug was showed that she was worried he forgot.

"Are you that stupid? Why would you wait at the bus stop until almost five in the morning?" He gritted out, but there was a twinge of worry in his voice. She let go of him so that he could turn around. Seeing his blue eyes , she had to suppress a laugh and hugged him around his waist again. The feel of him in her arms felt so good to her right now. Not only did he warm her up but she now felt so protected by him. "What is wrong with you?" He asked gently. He knew she was scared and was relieved that he was here now. Did she feel that comfortable around him?

"I'm just happy you're here." Pulling her back a little by her arms, he smiled at her. She couldn't read him. Was it a friendly smile, or a sneering smile?

"I had to work a little late." A simple statement. This confused her. He just saved her from a ride home with a potential rapist and he was acting like nothing happened. "Did you forget your jacket or something?" He eyed her chest, and brought her back into his arms to both warm her up and keep her from exposing her cleavage. "How about we go to my car so I can take you home and I can finish my work." She tuned around to walk by his side. The cold morning had her hold herself to keep warm. An arm draped over her shoulder, rubbing her arm to keep her warm. Looking up at Kaiba she smiled. "I would give you my trench coat but I forgot it in the car." All he had on to cover him was his black slacks and black silk buttoned shirt. The silk material clung on to his chest, slightly showing his abs. Draping her own arm around his waist, she realized she stopped shivering.

They got to his car and both quietly got in. It was another quiet ride to her apartment. The only thing that was different was that once he got into the car and started the car, she took his free hand. He told her to her grab his trench coat and cover herself. It was large enough to be a blanket for her, which is how she just is as. The whole ride home she played with his fingers, comparing his big hands against hers and the funny thing is that he let her. He tried to pull his hand away the minute she took it, but let her examine his hands.

She needed to touch him. Feel him. Know that he was here. She wasn't surprised when she found that his hands were soft to the touch. Why she was interested in his hands, she didn't know. All she knew was that it was him and that was all she needed to know. Her mind was blank. There were no annoying thoughts in her head. The only thoughts that ran through her mind were stupid thoughts about his hands.

"We're here." Anzu lost track of the time. She felt like she just left Tokyo Princess. Why did their ride end so soon? Why can't he just drive a little longer? Still holding his hand, she did not move, lost in her own thoughts. "Hey. Are you okay?" His hand on the steering wheel went to the back of her head. She wore her hair down today. Feeling him run his fingers through her hair, she looked at him.

"It's funny how I never invited you up. The first time you did come up I was drunk and the second time was when I dragged you up so you could sleep." She seemed like she was almost talking to herself.

"Are you inviting me up then?" Blushing that she was thinking aloud, she meekly nodded.

"I guess. Yes, I am. I could make you some coffee. Or help you with your work." Now out of her daze, she became cheerful again. The thought of having Kaiba's presence around her longer seemed hopeful to her. Looking out at her apartment, he lightly sighed. It was quiet, but she still heard it.

"I would like some coffee. Sherri messed my schedule up." Now was his turn to think aloud.

'Who's Sherri?' She thought jealously.

"A girlfriend?" She teased though deep inside she wanted to slap him for sort of being with her when he was with Sherri as well. Scoffing, he put his keys in his pocket and stepped out of his car, shutting the door behind him. Following his actions, she stepped out as well, still holding on to his coat.

"Far from it. She's the ditz who messed up my folders. There are some disks in my trunk and I need to go through all of them to find those files. I guess I could trust that you won't mess up and help me find the files." The box of disks were already in his arms. Nodding, she hurried up the stairs.

"I've got a computer in my room and a lap top that I never use. You could use the lap top and I'll use my computer to look for the file. We'll get it done in no time, just tell me what you're looking for and I'll help." They were now at her door as she rummaged through her bag for the key. "Found it" She proudly said to herself. Once they got into her apartment, she through his coat on her couch and ran into her bedroom for a change of clothes. He placed down the box on her kitchen counter, starting the coffee maker. Looking through all those disks was going to take forever. A few minutes later he heard the shower run.

'She never mentioned taking a shower.' Once he thought about it though, he realized she probably sweat a lot from dancing and needed the shower. Deciding he should get started, he carried the box to her room and started his work on her computer. 'She won't mind, after all, she volunteered.'

Twenty minutes later she came out in only a towel, not thinking Kaiba would be clicking away at her computer in her room. With a hand on her hip she scoffed.

"What are you doing?" She asked sternly. She really wasn't mad, it was just the shock of him in her bedroom that made her react sternly. Not turning around, he continued to type. The monitor showed her reflection, so he thought it would be best to not turn around.

"Checking my disks. Will you get dressed so that you can get me the lap top?" He sounded so nonchalant about it. Like he's already been there done that. Feeling a little self conscious that she didn't interest him, she walked over to him, stopping right beside him. She didn't mind that she was dripping wet and that her towel was barely covering her. What she did mind is that he just brushed her off like nothing.

"My lap top is right next to the computer desk. See?" She pointed to the still packaged lap top to his right.

"Oh." Was all he said. He didn't even react to her clad in only a towel. What an odd guy. "I'll connect it for you." He finally looked at her. Fingering the top of her towel, he smirked. "There will be plenty of time for that later. The faster we get done, the faster I can get you out of that towel." Slapping his offending hand off his almost falling towel, she scowled.

"You're worse than that old man." She muttered before she went into the bathroom to change.

Half an hour later she found herself on her desk going through his disks wearing a white cotton tank top and sea green pajama bottoms. Kaiba on the other hand was contently sitting up on her bed with her lap top on his lap clicking away behind her. They were both quiet, only every once and a while handing each other disks or telling each other which one they already went through. Light was starting to seep out through her curtains, lighting up the room. Soon they would no longer need the lights to see their keyboards, or each other. A few minutes later his cell phone rang. Surprised for a moment, he answered his phone hoping it was some good news.

"Oh, Mr. Kaiba! You're going to be so happy when I tell you this. I found the documents you were looking for. I left them in my car!" Relief swept over his tired face.

"When you get to the office place those documents in the folder which is right on my desk. It's the first folder on my desk with a yellow post it, so you can't miss it. After you have done that leave my office immediately and have the day off. I can't have you mess up any more of my projects."

'So she's just a secretary?' Anzu thought as she popped another disk into her hard drive. Her heart stopped beating fast and slowed down. Was she that scared that he was seeing someone else? The girls voice was loud enough for Anzu to hear her voice but not know what she was exactly saying.

"What do you mean? It's sitting right there!" The bed shifted, she could hear him stand up behind her yelling onto his cell phone. A whimper from the other line was heard. Sighing heavily, he sat back down on the bed. Feeling him behind her made her nervous, like he was going to start yelling at her. It made her shiver, and not because of the cold. "What about my chair? Did it fa-.." Before he could finish his sentence both he and Anzu heard the girl happily yell. "Did you find it? Good. Now leave. Just leave. Go home and don't come back until tomorrow." Hearing the snap of his flip phone, she figured he was done talking to the unknown girl. The bed shifted once again, but she didn't hear him get up. As she took bent down once more to switch disks, she peaked behind her to see what he was doing. The lap top was no longer on his lap, it was laid on the floor. He laid on her bed, his hands behind his head, eyes closed and legs off her bed, dangling a little off the floor. At first she was about to yell at him but then she thought she could have a little fun with this.

Sherri found his documents and his folders. When she entered his office she couldn't find the folders which held all of his documents. The ditz didn't look on the floor where it was. So now he was set; all the documents were in his folder and now he could go to sleep. The bed shifted on both sides of him, making him open his eyes and lift his head up to see what made the bed shift. A mischievously smirking Anzu was now crawling towards him as she started getting on top of him. Laying on top of him now, she kissed his neck traveling to his ear.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" She jadedly whispered into his ear before she playfully bit his earlobe. His hands no longer behind his head were now laying limply on her back. Bored from his lack of reaction, she lifted her head up to looked at him. "Did she find what you were looking for?" She asked as she smoothed his bangs back. Closing his eyes he shrugged.

With a defeated sigh she laid her head on the crook of his neck. What was wrong with him? She gave him two chances to ravage her and he did nothing. Maybe he no longer wanted to be with her. He joked about doing something later but she guessed that's all it was; a joke. Funny, he doesn't seem the joking type. Sighing once more she moved her hand to his heart. It was beating fast. Why was it beating fast?

His hand went over hers, taking it away from his heart and placing it on his shoulder. Lifting her head up she saw he was no longer closing his eyes. After he laid her hand on his shoulder, he started caressing her face and hair like a loved one would do to another loved one. Touched at his gentleness she moved her body up enough to kiss him. Both his hands were now lost in her hair, holding her closer, adding more pressure to her lips still maintaining a gentle manner. From laying on top of him to straddling him at the hips, she now was taking control of the situation.. Or losing control of the situation. All she wanted was more. More kisses, more touches, more of him.

Her long hair laid besides his head, shielding his identity if anyone walked into the room even though his hands were still in her hair. The aroma of her jasmine shampoo surrounded his senses. It seemed surreal. Her smell intoxicated him her body corresponded with his, her kisses scorched him. Anzu Mazaki, the dancer, the dreamer was with the villain, the dream wrecker. An odd combination. A perfect revenge. A little part of him screamed revenge. He hated her friends. Despised them to the point where he would risk a chance of being kicked out of school to beat them up. The innocent little Anzu was now making out with her friend's mortal enemy in her apartment on her bed while all her friends suspect nothing. He knew she would die if they found out. He knew they would hate her. That was something he would love. He knew he would secretly love that.

Soon she found her own hands once again feeling his chest, wanting desperately to loose the silk shirt. Though it felt good on her hands, no doubt it was fine silk, she thought his warm skin would feel better. His kisses at first gentle were now become more ravaging. Sitting up he relentlessly started lavishing her throat and collar bone with wet kisses. A chance. Whether this relationship could or could not go somewhere, it didn't matter. All she knew was that she had to give it a chance.

His hands let go of her hair and descended down to her shoulder, pushing her straps off. Complying to his unsaid wishes, she slipped her tank top off, only leaving her light pink bra on, revealing to Kaiba a perfectly flat stomach. After throwing her tank top on the floor, she pushed Kaiba back down on the bed, pinning him down by the shoulders. He wasn't about to control the situation. Last time he got to control it, now was her turn. That is, if she could handle him. Wasting no time, he unclasped her bra, making her widen her eyes and press her chest against his to stop from exposing herself. His hands slid her now unclasped bra off her back and shoulders. Now all she had to do was pull away from him a little to take the bra of, but she stayed planted against his chest.

"First you, then me." She whispered teasingly as she started to unbutton his shirt. He could feel her chest through his flimsy shirt. One arm covered her chest as he rose up to take off his shirt and threw it on the floor then went back to lying on his back. What her fascination with his chest was, he didn't know but she wasn't the only one. Automatically his hands went for her shielding arm, which she submittingly let go of, compelling her own hands to his sculpted chest. One hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her down to kiss her hungrily while one hand cupped her breast tenderly. A gasp was heard deep in her throat from his cold hands. She stayed straddling him, sitting up on her knees bent at the waist.

To feel her chest against his was torture enough for him, actually touching it was shutting his mind down. That wasn't a good thing. For some reason he didn't want to lose control with her. He wanted to keep things steady and take his time. Not go crazy and have a chance of him doing something he might regret, or might not regret. From thinking of revenge to thinking he didn't want to do something he might regret was confusing. Why would he have these constant battling thoughts. One thought would be evil and the other would be pure. It was like he was fighting with himself. Right versus wrong. Good versus bad. Revenge versus Relationships.

His hand left her breast and went on her hip, a safe place. A sane place. Mind won over heart once again and he found himself toying with the waistline of her pajama bottoms. A finger slipped in and out of her pants. A door shutting made them both stop. Her bedroom door was still open. Anzu stopped kissing him, covering her chest with one arm and trying to peak out to see who was in her apartment.

"Hey Anzu, I got us some coffee! Wake up before I make you wake up!" It was Otogi. How did he get into her apartment? Did she ever lock her door? Probably not. Luckily he was still in the living room, giving her a chance to get off of Kaiba and grab the first thing she could find to cover her up. Too slow to catch Anzu, he sat up watching her curse under her breath. The clock read seven in the morning. Running out of the room and shutting the door behind her and finished buttoning the first couple of buttons. It was enough to cover her. Otogi stood in her living room eyeing Kaiba's trench coat, holding two cups of coffee.

"Hey Otogi. What are you doing here?" Now eyeing her strangely he placed the coffees on her coffee table.

"Since when do you smoke?" He asked. Not knowing what he was talking about she walked over to her couch where Kaiba's trench coat laid, and his cigarette pack fell off his pocket and onto the floor. "And since when do you wear long men's trench coats?" Gulping nervously she shrugged. She was always a bad liar, so there was no point in it. "Why are you wearing a mans shirt?" He asked.

"What?" She looked down at what she was wearing and realized she was wearing Kaiba's shirt. This was bad. A proud smile came across his face as he smacked his forehead.

"You're with someone!" He whispered to her. "I'm sorry. I just thought that I should come by today since that last time I saw you was at the dance. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Obviously you are. So, who is it?" His talking made her dizzy. How can a man talk so much? Blushing madly she coughed nervously and played with her shirt sleeve.

"No one you would know." She smiled innocently.

Meanwhile Kaiba was hearing the guy talking to her. He felt a jealous pang in his chest. Then he realized it was Otogi's voice he was hearing. That was why she ran out so fast. That was why she was cursing underneath her breath. All because one of her friends from Japan came by. A friend who was his enemy. A friend who hated him as much he hated him. That little part that just whispered revenge? It was now screaming in his head.

"Come on, I won't tell Yugi. He's with Rebecca you know?" He coaxed. Still nervously playing with her sleeve all she thought was she prayed Otogi would just leave. "Fine then. I'll leave you but I will be calling you." He lightly hugged Anzu. Before he could let go of her the both of them heard her bedroom door open.

'Maybe mystery man will now reveal himself.' Otogi thought, letting go of her. After he let her go she quickly turned around to see Kaiba standing beside her door with his shirt still sinfully off.

"Hey." Kaiba sneered.

'This cannot be happening.' She thought hotly. Afraid to turn around to see the quiet Otogi's reaction, she locked eyes with an amused Kaiba for a second longer. He was amused? He could obviously see what she could not and that was Otogi. Tremblingly sighing she turned around. Otogi was glaring at Kaiba, but now focused his glare on her. Disappointment washed over his face. Not knowing what to say she just stood there staring at Otogi.

"Nothing to say, Anzu?" He asked bitterly. "How the hell can you do that? How can you stoop so low as to be with this asshole? Were you with him before the ball? After?" His hands went to her shoulders shaking it violently. Kaiba stepped forward but didn't do anything because Otogi pushed her away, her sob clearly heard. "You know what? I don't want to know. That's how you care for us, Anzu? You sleep with the enemy? My enemy?" Her hand shook as she just took the verbal abuse. Enough was enough. He meant to hurt her friends not her. Pulling her behind him almost violently, he towered over Otogi.

"It's none of your business. She doesn't pry into your affairs with your many whores. So leave her alone. It's not her fault she realized that I'm better than you and your asshole friends."

"No, she's too caught up in her New York dream that she doesn't realize she's fucking a bastard! What did you do, Kaiba? Pay her? God knows she's desperate for the money! She's probably using.. " They all stopped at his words, even Otogi. Kaiba turned around to look concernedly at Anzu as did Otogi. She stood no longer staring at her feet but looking intently at Otogi with unshed tears. Her eyes were now crystal blue from her tears. "I'm sorry, Anzu. I didn't mean it." Otogi whispered to her. Looking away from him she shook her head.

"Go. Go away." She gritted through her teeth and walked back to her room slowly, slamming her door.

"Anzu." Otogi whispered to the floor. Glaring back at Kaiba, he took his coffee and walked out the door. Before he shut the door he turned once more. "This isn't over between us, Kaiba." The door now shut, Kaiba locked the door. Cautiously Kaiba opened her bedroom door. Anzu laid on the right side of her bed with her back facing him. She was no longer wearing his shirt but now wearing her white tank stop. The pink bra strap was peaking out of her white strap.

No knowing if she was crying or not he kicked off his shoes and laid beside her, holding her around the waist. Her hand went on top of his.

"Why did you do that, Kaiba? You knew it was Otogi and you just had to go out there. To prove what? That you tainted me in some way? Anzu Mazaki betrayed her friends? So that he could tell my friends? So that they.." He began to kiss her neck to make her stop, which she did. Closing her eyes, she turned around to face him. Holding him back, she laid her head against his chest, hearing his rapid heart beat. His heart was always beating rapidly.

"I did it because they're my enemies." He explained nonchalantly into her hair. He felt her stiffen for a moment then she relaxed against him again. What this meant to her? She didn't know. It was intentional. What Kaiba did was intentional. He admitted it himself. Her first reaction should have been to kick him out of her apartment. For some reason, she couldn't. For some reason she just held him tighter. For some reason she didn't care.

(1) It's Spanish for "Why? Why? What the devil is that?" Loosely translated it could also be seen as "What in the hell is that." That scene just reminded me of my mother. I could just imagine if I got my lip pierced. Ah.. my old fashion Spanish mom..

Thank you so much for your review TwilightEyes. See? I am learning and stopped using conjunctions in the beginning of the sentence. I did realize that I keep using fragments. I keep writing how I would talk, meaning I might pause a lot. I don't think that's a good thing.. But I will use your advice and when I'm not in a writing mood, I'll go back and fix the past chapters. I know it might be annoying to some when they read my ongoing mistakes. Thanks to someone who actually took the time to correct me like yourself, I'll learn from my mistakes. To answer your question I live on the east coast just two hours north from Miami.

Thanks for the others for reviewing, I loved your reviews and one in particular made me laugh to the point that I almost fell off my chair. Thank you so much for that..