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Chapter 13: Tactless denials
For the past two weeks Kaiba would sleep over Anzu's apartment until seven o'clock in the morning. They never did anything past making out. They never discussed it, it was just a mutual thing between them. Some part of both Anzu and Kaiba restrained them both from going any further. His kisses did become more spontaneous. Almost every time he picked her up he would always kiss her when she least expected it. When they would reach her dressing room, she would always think Kaiba was in a bad mood, but then he would just kiss her and the mood would lighten. He would not want to wait for her outside the room anymore so he would always wait in there for her. No other women went in at that time so he was safely alone and not seeing other women undress. Every time that she went in he would be sitting down smoking a cigarette even though she would always tell him that he's not allowed to. She would always reach for her bag and put on a shirt over her tank top and pants over her shorts while he stood behind her kissing her like he's been waiting all day to see her. One last week time they got so heated with the kisses that Lorena walked in on Anzu and Kaiba against the wall passionately kissing. It was an embarrassing moment that to this day Anzu cannot not mention to Lorena though she mentions it almost everyday.
Lorena would tell her to be careful with Kaiba. Ever since the day Anzu told her about the Otogi incident Lorena would tell her to think with her head and not be blind. Not that she thought Kaiba was a bad guy, it was just that she had a feeling about him. Anzu brushed her off and told her nothing was going on. 'It's just us having fun. It won't turn into anything.' Unfortunately Anzu wanted it to become more but decided not to say it.
Kaiba always figured that there was to point in driving all the way to his house when he didn't need to go to work until eight at night. It started with her asking him to stay for the rest of the morning because she felt like she needed someone with her but then he started staying over more. Soon it became a routine thing. He would pick her up from work, they would stay silent for the ride, then make out in her apartment, he would sleep next to her for the rest of the morning, he would go home and so went on the never ending cycle. She knew he would never sleep on the couch, so they slept together. Since him sleeping over became a habit, he learned to keep extra things at her place like a toothbrush, towels, soap, or anything else that he needed.
Anzu was no longer sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed. They never cuddled or slept in each others arms. After a hot and heavy make out session, he would just go to his side of the bed as would she and go to sleep. When his alarm clock went off he would just quietly brush his teeth, wash his face and leave her apartment to shower and change his clothes at his house. It was one minute from seven and Anzu knew that Kaiba would be waking up. It felt lonely every time he was already gone when she woke up. It was like everything that just happened a few hours ago was a dream. A dream that would repeat itself every time she stepped inside her bedroom. A dream she would constantly would never want to wake up from.
It didn't seem weird to have him stay in her apartment even if it was just a couple of hours. They never went out together. They lived separate lives except for the early mornings. That was the only time their lives joined as one. Him over her apartment, she riding in his car. There was no Saturday night at the movies or Sunday dinners. It almost seemed like an early morning booty call.
She was lying on her side looking at Kaiba's sleeping form. He looked so innocent, so pure. Like he would never hurt anyone or anything. She knew it was a lie. She knew he was perfectly capable of hurting someone. Anyone who got in his way. Anyone he hated. Anyone he loved.
The morning when Otogi came by unannounced was a perfect example of that. Kaiba had intentionally come out from her bedroom to prove something to Otogi. To prove something to her friends back at Japan. He never apologized for it. She would never expected it from him. Otogi called her the following day and apologized for what he said. He still wasn't too happy about her being with Kaiba, relationship or not, she was still with him.
"If he hurts you in any way, tell me. I want to be the one who bashes his face in." Otogi reluctantly would say to her. It was his own little way of being supportive. Anzu knew his little dirty secrets, now he knew one of hers. She was secretly seeing her best friends enemy. She remembered how Otogi tried to talk her out of being with him at first but she would just tell him nothing was going on.
"I don't see the big deal. He drops me off at home. That's it." She remember lying to him. It was sort of true. He was dropping her off at home. He was just now sleeping with her when he dropped her off. It was no big deal. No big deal until one day she gets caught by her friends.
Kaiba stirred in his sleep, only opening his eyes for a second. Trying to play off that she was sleeping, she closed her eyes once again. She could feel him sitting up in the bed. His eyes felt like they were on her huddled form trying to cuddle up to him. A hand went down on the top of her head, smoothing her hair off her face. She could feel his lips on her forehead. He thought she was sleep.
Her apparently sleeping form looked so innocent to him. So naïve. So easily breakable. Sometimes he would just want to pull her into a hug and never let go. Sometimes he wanted to push her away. Sometimes he would be cold towards her. Sometimes he felt like she was getting too close. Sometimes he would push her away. The only times he would show affection to her was when she was sleeping like right now, or if he kissed her he would do it behind closed doors. Every time they were in Tokyo Princess he would keep his distance from her. They would walk side by side or she would walk behind him but they never held hands or hugged. That's one of the reasons why he liked waiting in the dressing rooms. He could kiss her there uninterrupted. No one would be able to see her or him making out mercifully.
As far as a real relationship, he couldn't imagine it. He couldn't imagine going out with her to dinner. A quaint little date, it wasn't him. He just hoped she knew that but then again it seemed like she wasn't expecting anything from him except for a couple of making out sessions. All she wanted right now was him. No title, no commitment just him. Or so he thought.
What did she want from them? It's unclear now. She never said anything to him about them. She just accepts whatever they are. If they are anything. Not even knew or cared. He had her that'll he had to know. The alarm clock then rang making him turn it off with a loud slam. The sudden noise made her jump and open her eyes to see what he hit. He felt her jump and hoped that she wasn't awake before the alarm clock.
"It was my alarm clock." He explained as he got up from the bed. He would bring all his necessities except for his pajama's. He always slept in his boxers. Did he even sleep in pajamas? She guessed not considering that he never wore any. Treading over to the bathroom, he grabbed his pants from her office chair on his way and swung it over his shoulder, covering half of his back. . A few minutes later he came out, his shirt still laying on the floor by her side of the bed. Anzu was sitting up on her bed, her covers down to her waist and her knees brought up, resting her chin on them. He bent down to pick up his shirt putting it on without buttoning it and sat on the edge of the bed. "Go back to sleep." Anzu yawned but got out of her covers and positioned herself so that she was sitting next to Kaiba on the bed.
"I'm not tired right now." She said and laid back on the bed with her hand on her stomach. Kaiba was one of those people who could get by with only three hours of sleep and be absolutely fine. Anzu on the other hand was one those people who needed the same amount of sleep every night. So far she only got about three hours of sleep and obviously needed at least three or more hours of sleep. Her eyes closed shut taking in his presence. She felt like he could save her from anything, just his presence alone had the power to do that. That was one of the reasons she first asked him to sleep over. She was so used to living with her parents and feeling that protection that when he slept over she felt it again and realized that she missed it. She missed that feeling of protection and he gave her that.
Anzu was laying on her back with her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. She looked like she was in heaven. He wondered if she looked like that because of him. Ever since the night he told her she looked better with her hair down she would always have it down when she was with him. A few other times he has seen her leave the dance floor with a messy bun, but she always put it down when she saw him. This was the first time he saw her sleeping with her hair in a pony tail.
Leaning over to her, he moved her hand away from her stomach and kissed her neck to wake her up a little and then moved to her mouth when she turned her head towards his. Anzu could feel his fingers go under her top, feeling her flat stomach. Both her hands went either sides of head, pulling him closer. The snooze alarm went off making Kaiba sit back up and look at her disappointed face.
Face flushed, lips pouting, eyes closed, and her hair pooled around her head like a halo. He took it back; she looked beautiful any way she did her hair. Shaking his head from the thought he stood up. When she felt him get up she opened her eyes to see him walk out of her room. Was he looking at her while she daydreamed for a good five minutes? Hearing him in the kitchen making coffee, she stood up and walked out of her room as well. As she predicted, Kaiba standing in her kitchen getting a cup for his brewed coffee.
"I'm coming to the office. Make sure everything is set up, okay Sherri? Do not lose anymore papers!" He almost yelled into his cell phone which Anzu did not see. Sometimes she swore he lived off of that phone. There as been more than one time when he was busy on the phone yelling at whoever was on the other line. Making the door squeak when she leaned against the door frame, Kaiba turned around to see her silently cursing at the door. "Do you want some coffee?" He asked casually. Shaking her head no, she walked over to the kitchen, sitting on one of her breakfast chairs. The kitchen was always big enough to eat so just to be decorative she put a glass breakfast table with metal chairs. Funny thing is that she never ate in kitchen. She never ate in her own home, she was always eating somewhere else like at school or work.
The aroma of coffee surrounded her, making her no longer want to go to sleep. There was something she has been meaning to tell him but couldn't seem to remember. She wasn't those types of girls who begged the guy to stay when they saw the guy leave. A part of her wanted to play it cool. Another part of her almost wanted him to leave so that she could actually go to sleep without being distracted. Not that she didn't like the distraction, it was just really interfering with her sleep. To have someone sleep next to you who used to be your enemy was a pretty implausible concept and some part of her couldn't believe that the light snoring man next to her was in fact Seto Kaiba. Once the light from the sun came seeping through her window, she felt safe from the dark. In a way she no longer needed Kaiba with her once the morning light came. The reason why she was sitting in her kitchen table watching Kaiba drink his coffee was because she didn't want to forget telling him something important. She just couldn't remember what it was exactly that she wanted to tell him.
"Are you waiting for something?" Kaiba asked while leaning against her counter and sipping his black coffee. His snobby attitude never seemed to bother her. Other's would be highly offended of how he would speak to them like some child but would never say anything to him. She on the other hand wouldn't say anything to him because she wasn't bothered by it, perhaps even used to it. She shrugged her shoulders and got up scratching her nose.
"I can't remember what I wanted to tell you. I know it was something important. Maybe I'll remember it when I get a couple more hours of sleep." Behind her she could hear him place the cup in her sink and him jingling his car keys in his pocket to check if it was there. Before she completely left the kitchen she felt his arms around him and his light kisses on her jaw.
"I'll see you later." He whispered huskily in her ear sending a chill run down her spine. That was as far as affectionate with him got. Well, that she's seen since they've been sleeping together. By the time she turned around she felt a cold air brush by her. Kaiba was already at the other side of door about to close it. "Make sure you lock it, okay?" With a sigh she nodded and walked over to the door, forgetting about the whole 'trying to tell him something but forgot' thing. Shutting the door and locking it, she thought the best place in the world right now was her bed.
There was no time for lunch or eating for that matter when Kaiba was working. He would always work himself more than twelve hours straight. Three hours of sleep was all he needed and coffee was his beverage of choice. As far as food was concerned, Cassandra would make him food and always nagged him to eat when he was at home. Thank God he hasn't been home a lot lately. Cassandra would have a fit if she knew that all he's been consuming for the last couple of days were coffee, energy bars, and burgers.
Sherri knocked on his office door hesitantly. With a press of a button the door beeped signaling her to enter. The always nervous girl tip toed closer to his desk as he ignored her meek little steps and concentrated on his data.
"Mr. Kaiba? I was just wondering if I could take an hour lunch? I'll be back and ready to work, it's just that I'm really hungry." Looking up at her he scoffed with an annoyed facial expression.
"Why are you even bothering me to ask me such a stupid question?" He asked as he continued typing but looking at her at the same time. He was always a multitasker. Nervously fiddling with her shirts hem, she shook her head.
"I'm sorry for bothering you." She was obviously still unclear on whether or not she could take her break. The keyboards clicking stopped.
"You can go for an hour. Do not be late. Next time you want to take a lunch break, do not come and ask me. Just leave a post it note on your desk or something but do not interrupt me again." Kaiba lectured sternly. If there was something that he didn't like, it was interruptions and this woman would always achieve interrupting him.
"Thank you and I will do that next time." She practically ran out of his office. The girl was always amusing to have around. He was actually surprised when he came to the office this morning and everything was left in tact.
"I'm staying away from your office like she asked me to." She said right when he entered the lobby. Sherri was an interesting one, he thought as he went back to his work.
Anzu waited in the elevator to get to the floor she wanted to go in. When she woke up around eleven she realized what she wanted to tell Kaiba. She needed to tell him that she wasn't going to be working today so he didn't need to drop by her work to get her. Since she didn't know his phone number or had any other way of contacting him, she decided to go to his job. It was either this or letting him go to her work at three in the morning and find that she's not even there.
The receptionist on the first floor eyed her awkwardly when Anzu first entered the building. When she asked if she could see Kaiba, the rude woman almost laughed at her. Almost. The woman snidely sent her to the last floor of the thirty six floor building and told her that Mr. Kaiba was very busy and that she doubted that he would even see her. Before she stepped onto the elevator Anzu heard the woman mumble something about fan girls. On the tenth floor a heavy set man entered the elevator and deviously licked his lips at Anzu. It wasn't like she was dressed like some whore or anything. She wore a white long coat that reached her butt with a beige and white colored long scarf wrapped around her neck .On her head was a white paperboy cap, blue jeans with white boots , and finally big black shades to cover her eyes to finish off her 'New York' outfit. When she looked at the elevator door, it reflected her image and saw how she looked like. She looked mysterious with the big shades and the cap on her. The soft curls on the bottom of her hair bounced when she moved her head side to side to see a better view of herself. The man got off on the thirtieth floor, but before he left he looked back one more time to wink at her.
Disgusted that the man she thanked God for not getting off with that man. He was sweating for goodness sakes and the entire building is freezing. Not that she was a snob, it was just really scary to see a fat sweating man staring at you like you're his next meal. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She looked up to see what floor she was in and was in the thirty-sixth floor. Kaiba's floor.
It was odd to see where he worked. The white walls, the expensive furniture, the beautiful women who walked by her. Why was he with her when he could easily be with any of these other women? Or was he already with them? They looked like they would fall on their knees for him. Anyone would.
A beautiful short haired blond passed her with a content not fully there smile. Anzu thought the girl just found something out that made her day. Not knowing which door lead to Kaiba's office, she ran back to the girl who was now waiting for the elevator to come back up.
"Excuse me, miss?" Anzu asked politely. The girl looked back and smiled at her.
"Yes?" The girl sounded as sweet as she looked.
"Could you tell me where Mr. Seto Kaiba's office is?" The girl's eyes went wide and she looked through her small black hand bag for a little pocketbook which she flipped though.
"He doesn't have a one o'clock. Did you call in just now or something?" The girl asked nervously.
'So this is Sherri?' Anzu thought to herself. She was far from what Kaiba wanted. Yes she was cute but seemed stupid as hell. Wait. Would he like someone like that? A ditz he could take advantage of easily?
"No, I just need to ask him something about business. We're good friends." Was that far from the truth. Were they even friends? Probably not. Sherri smiled once again, a look of relief overwhelming her pixy like face.
"His office is all the way at the end of this hallway. Just go right in. I'm his secretary, Sherri!" Sherri stuck out her hand happily.
"Nice to meet you!" Anzu said as she shook her hand. "I've got to go now." She quickly added. She didn't know if she should give her name to Sherri. Would Kaiba like Anzu hanging around his work and giving her name? Probably not. Without saying goodbye, Anzu walked off in a hurry towards Kaiba's office. Sherri looked like she was going to lunch or something. She was carrying her bag, so she had to be going to lunch.
It wasn't hard to miss his office. On the door was a big golden plaque that said his name. 'Seto Kaiba: CEO'. Talk about high self esteem. There were glass slits on each side of the door, but since it was blue glass it was hard to see the other side of the glass. At first she didn't know what to do next. She came all the way to his office, now she felt like chickening out. Shaking her head she knocked on the door loud enough for him to hear. A beep came from the door and the door knob unlocked, opening the door a little.
"Sherri, I told you not to interrupt me again." Anzu heard Kaiba say on the other side of the door. Trying not to snicker she just opened the door and stepped inside slowly. Kaiba had his head down looking at the screen and not at her. "What is it now?" He asked agitated, still not looking up at her. The door shut behind her, but she did not look back at the door. She just kept looking at Kaiba sitting in his office doing paper work. She never knew he wore eyeglasses. They were small eyeglasses that looked classy and not dorky. He looked good in them. She walked over to one of the two chairs in front of his desk and sat down quietly.
"Sherri, what is …" He stopped midway of his scolding when he caught a glimpse of white. It was a woman clad in a white hat and coat with dark shades covering her eyes. The woman just kept looking at him with a smirk. A Kaiba like smirk.
'Who the hell is this woman?' He asked himself. Taking off his eyeglasses, he set them down next to the keyboards and stood up. The woman still did not do anything but sit there.
"Who are you?" He demanded. The woman stood up as well, her hands taking off her sun glasses.
"You don't recognize me?" She asked as she fully took off her sun glasses. It was Anzu. She looked different. Or maybe he was just used to seeing her in pajama's or in her Tokyo Princess outfit. Today she looked like some rich important woman. The same smirk she wore soon came up on his face as he sat back down.
"What brings you here?" He looked past her towards the door to see if it was closed all the way. Anzu walked over towards him and smiled mischievously. He knew that smile. He knew what it meant. Stopping right beside him, she slowly took off her hat and scarf, laying them on his computer monitor. When she shook her head, her hair bounced and he noticed that the ends of hair was curled, making it seem like it was bouncing more.
"I came here to tell you I remembered." She replied cheekily as she swayed her hips towards him. Now turning his chair towards her, she began to bestride him, acting like she was doing nothing wrong. "I don't have to work tonight." She whispered huskily against his ear. "So you don't have to drop me off." She added sounding falsely sad. Deep down she was sad, no work no Kaiba. Pressing against his chest she traced her finger on his lips, biting his ear lobe. His body stiffened incredibly. Here was Kaiba, Mr. Tough CEO with a girl straddling him. Glancing over at his computer, he saw that the time was around one in the afternoon. No one was working around this time. At least not on his floor.
"You came here to tell me that?" He asked indifferently as he took a sharp breath. She just bit him hard. Show that you don't care and she'll think you don't care. That was a way to show her you're not attached. That'll show her that even though your heart just stopped for a second when she said that , you'll pretend that it didn't.
"Yes." She mumbled against his throat. It was hard not to just grab her and do to her what she was madly doing to him to show her what torture she was doing to him. Sitting still, he let her ravage him with wild kisses on his cheeks, throat, neck, ear and now his lips. His unresponsive posture earned him a bite on his bottom lip. Still she kept kissing his lips even without him responding back. She knew he wanted to respond, he was just at work had the mentality of a CEO who shouldn't respond because it's wrong. One bite made him hold her by the waist.
A second bite made him dig his fingers into her waist. A third bite made him respond for a couple of seconds. The last and fourth bite made him growl aggressively deep in his throat, kiss her back and pick her up so that she could sit on his desk. The temptation became too great and Anzu was persistent. Off went her white jacket, revealing her v-neck tight white sweater. In between her legs, he leaned against her so that she now laid on the desk, papers falling on the floor. Pens and paper clips dug into her back as he pressed her against the desk.
As a man, his first thought was to get rid of the sweater. His hands went to her stomach as he pulled the sweater up to take it off. His thumbs under her sweater could feel her warm skin, driving him to kiss her ruthlessly. His kisses overtaking her senses, she lost all the power within her to kiss back, to react. Lost in his kisses, she just clutched on to his shoulders as he continued to kiss her everywhere. His lips ventured from her neck to her collarbone and as far as the v-neck sweater allowed him to. His hands pushed her sweater up further up to her breasts.
The sweater was a problem for her and for him too. Though it was cold outside, her sweater seemed useless in his office. The heat radiating from him and her made them hotter than they were really supposed to be. Lifting her up a little, he brought her arms up so that she could take her sweater off.
After her offending sweater was thrown on the floor, she draped her arms around his neck and kissed him once more. Not because she was caught in the heat of them moment, but because when they stopped kissing for those two seconds that she took off her sweater, she missed him. It was odd. He was right there in front of her, but he was no longer touching her. She felt like she missed him.
Catching the tenderness in her kiss, he tried to avoid doing the same to her. It was a special kiss. Not like any of the others they shared. It wasn't fueled by hormones, it was fuel by the heart. It scared him. He didn't even know there were different kinds of kisses. Now he knew. Not responding to this type of kiss, he laid her back down on the desk. Moving his face away from her heart felt kisses, he wanted to go back to the passionate kisses from just a couple minutes ago. His lips softly trailed down her throat, having a chance to see what she wore under the sweater. A plain black bra is what she had underneath.
Her hands touched his face, tracing the contours of it. Hazily looking into his eyes, she smiled affectionately. What was up with her today? Why was she doing this today? Weeks and weeks before, she would just go straight to business. No strings attached, no feeling attached. Today she was feeling something else other than lust. He felt it. He felt it and was scared of it. Backing up away from her, he sat back down on his chair with a heavy sigh and ran his shaky hands through his hair.
"Don't do that." Confused, Anzu got up from the desk and crossed her arms against her chest. Not looking back up at her, he reached for the discarded sweater by his chair. When he handed it to her, she snatched it still obviously confused.
"Don't do what?" She couldn't help but to let the disturbedness in her voice slip. There was nothing she said that could have offended. She thought what she did delighted him. What went wrong? Another sigh escaped his mouth and he stood up after she put on her sweater. He grasped both sides of her face and gave her a firm kiss causing a muffled gasp escaping her mouth from the sudden and harsh kiss. He pulled back, glaring into her eyes.
"Don't look at me like you're in love. Don't kiss me like you're in love. Don't touch me like you're in love." His breath hit her lips maliciously. His voice was full of malice but he still held her. She had him, but at the same time she didn't have him. It wasn't something she could touch but not grasp. She realized that now. He didn't want to fall in love. He wanted a woman. That's all he wanted. A toy. That was something she knew in the back of her mind. She went along with it but still wanted something more than this. She was always cautious to not show him how she really felt. Today she let that feeling slip.
She nodded in compliance. Having him like this was better than not having him at all. One day he would see how she really felt. One day he'll feel the same way. One day..
"I don't know what you're talking about, Kaiba. Who the hell believes in love today anyways?" She replied with an air or arrogance. She believed in it. She desperately believed in it. What she couldn't believe was that she was starting to fall in love with him. Today started off like any other morning, but when she went into his office, she felt something else. She felt like she wanted this to be something more. More than just sleeping together and making out. She wanted the dates and the presents and the 'I love you's'. It was something she knew he would never want. It was a concept she now realized she wanted. To be with him, that's what she wanted. No one else.
Her response caught him off guard. He looked down with a confused face. On the inside she was hurting. How could he not want her? She had her head on straight. She was independent. She had a job and went to school. She was beautiful with a great body. Who wouldn't want her?
"Are you falling in love with me, Kaiba?" She taunted while unbuttoning his shirt. The trench coat he usually wore was laying on the arm of his chair. Quirking up his eyebrow he pushed her back against his desk. Refusing to comply to his demands, she pushed him back with one finger towards his chair. "No, no. I have to show you that you're imagining things. No one is falling in love with you." If he only knew. He sat down on his chair as she straddled him again.
"I'm working Mazaki. Bother me another time." This morning he got most of his work done, so he knew he had plenty of time to waste.
"No." She gave him a peck on the lips and started kissing his forehead. "How does a person in love kiss?" She asked him playfully.
"I don't bother you at work." Closing his eyes, he let her kiss his eyes.
"Like this?" She mumbled as she kissed each eye and then kissed his cheeks. Her hands stayed firm on his shoulder as if she was afraid he would run away. His hands went to her back, pushing up her sweater once again.
"I leave you alone at work. You can't do the same?" He was lost in her passive kisses. He didn't even know what he was talking about anymore. Each mumble was said half heartedly. Kissing his jaw, she gave him a quick peck on his nose.
"Or like that?" She amusingly asked. He too smiled with his eyes closed. "How does someone in love kiss?" She mumbled once again when she kissed the shell of his ear.
"I wouldn't know." He answered reflexively. Stopping, she looked at his smiling face. A sad smile. He answered truthfully. He wouldn't know. Kissing him on his smiling lips, her hands went from his shoulders to under his arms to hug him. Maybe he needed to know that someone did love him. That is he thinks he doesn't deserve to be loved, he should be loved. Realizing the change from a teasing kiss to a real heart felt kiss and what he said to deserve it, his eyes shot open. Opening her eyes too, she gazed into his eyes but still continued to kiss him tenderly. Just like how she was kissing him before. Her eyes told him that he was loved. Is loved. Not helping but to give in to the kiss, his heart felt like it was about to rip out of his chest. Her satisfied moan didn't help any.
Each time she was with him she would feel his chest. Feel his heart. Her hand touched his chest. Since she already half unbuttoned his shirt, she had to problem getting her hand underneath his chest. The first thing her hand went to was where his heart was. It was racing like he was scared. When he responded back , she felt the difference between his raging kisses to this tender warm kiss. It was different. It felt nice. Like he was calling out to her. The real him was calling out to her. It was saying to not give up on him. Continue being with him no matter how much he pushes away, stay.
A few seconds into the kiss his ears picked up a noise from outside the office. His lips moved away from hers abruptly. Looking at his door he saw a familiar figure outside the glass slits of his door. In one second he picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"What are you…" He cut her off with a kiss and set her down on the floor.
"Someone is coming. Hide underneath my desk." He gruffly demanded. There was no asking politely. He just demanded the request. If it even counted as a request. The door swung open just as she hesitantly sat on the floor in front of his desk. The shock of the door being swung open made her go under the desk more.
"Hey big brother!"
'Mokuba?' Anzu thought as she heard him walk into the room and stopping in front of his desk. "I came to surprise you." He added as she heard him sit down.
"I hate surprises." Kaiba replied. "I haven't gotten any phone call from your teacher. Either you have been taking care of the teachers or you actually have been behaving." Anzu felt stupid sitting under the desk while these two brothers sat and talked. It was too late to come out of the desk. She would just look even more stupid.
"Why do you have a scarf and a hat on your desk? Are you cross dressing or something?" Mokuba noticed the white jacket carelessly thrown on the side of his desk. Looking around the room, Mokuba sniffed at the air. "Why does it smell like women's perfume?" Anzu's eyes were wide opened and she tried not to breath loudly. Kaiba scooted in towards the desk more causing Anzu to hold his ankle so that he didn't move any closer and crush her. Closing her eyes she prayed that Mokuba didn't find her out. Now she knew why Kaiba told her to hide. If they stayed as they were Mokuba would automatically know what was going on with them and possibly not understand why the enemies were making out.
"The perfume and clothes are Sherri's. You know that girl is careless and leaves everything anywhere." Mokuba kept his eye on her jacket. Kaiba obviously didn't see what Mokuba did. Mokuba rose from the chair and picked up her jacket. Right at that moment Sherri walked into his already open office.
"Hello Mr. Kaiba. I just wanted to tell you I'm back." Mokuba turned around , holding up the jacket. "Hello Mokuba!" She cheerfully said.
"Hi Sherri. I have a question." Mokuba and his antics. Kaiba pinched the bridge of his nose in distress. This was not going to be an easy thing to explain. Anzu inwardly groaned.
"Go ahead Mokuba, ask me anything."
"Is this your jacket?" He simply asked. The smart ass knew it wasn't hers. Sherri was still wearing her jacket. Shaking her head no, she touched her own jacket. "That's what I thought. That will be all." Sherri smiled and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. "So who's is it?" He asked without looking back at his older brother.
"No one you need to concern yourself with." Kaiba went back to his work. Hopefully Mokuba would get the hint and leave.
"So you do have someone. Sure as hell can't be a girlfriend but an easy lay. Who's the unlucky fan girl?" Mokuba scoffed as he sat back down on the chair with the jacket on his lap. Kaiba stopped typing and tried to see Anzu's reaction. Unfortunately all he saw was her hands on his ankles. Anzu almost wanted to get out from under the desk and smack Mokuba. She was no easy lay or a fan girl!
"We'll talk later, Mokuba. I have to get this work done." Kaiba boredly replied. Anzu gripped his ankles harder making him jump. Is that all he had to say after Mokuba insulted her?
"Yea. Okay. Here's the sluts jacket." Mokuba threw the jacket on Kaiba's desk. That's when Mokuba noticed that all of his papers were on the floor. Kaiba rose up from the chair with his fists on top of the desk. Now Mokuba noticed his shirt was half unbuttoned.
'The woman is still here with Seto.' Mokuba figured out.
"I know I didn't teach you to talk like that." Kaiba almost shouted. Raising his head from the papers on the floor, Mokuba gave Kaiba a look that gave him a chill down his spine.
"You sure as hell taught be how to act like this." Kaiba knew what he was talking about even though Anzu somewhat knew. What Mokuba meant was that Kaiba taught him how to act cold towards people. To have no regards for anyone else except for Kaiba and no one else. It was the way Kaiba was taught and it was the way Kaiba unintentionally taught Mokuba. "It's so obvious, Seto. I'll let you finish whatever you were doing with her. Just remember to pick up your important papers after you're done fucking her." The coldness in Mokuba's voice matched his face. Before Kaiba could respond, Mokuba was already out of the door.
"Damn it." Kaiba muttered under his breath. Anzu slowly came out from under his desk. Kaiba caught the sad look in her eyes. All he wanted to do was tell her to get out. Tell her to never come back. Another part of him wanted to just grab her and to hold her. To kiss her like they were before Mokuba came back. Whether Anzu knew it or not, she broke thought a piece of Kaiba's cold exterior. Kaiba on the other hand knew and was scared shitless.
"I'm going to go." Anzu quietly said as she passed him to get her hat and scarf. Automatically he grabbed her arm to prevent her from moving any farther away from him.
"Did he offend you?" Kaiba asked softly. Though she didn't show much offence, he still wanted to make sure. Shaking her head no, she refused to look at him.
"I'm not offended." His other hand went to her other arm, turning her around to face him. Looking up at him she couldn't help but to tear up. "Don't go to your work again, I know." Was that why she was acting so standoffish now? Kissing her once more he pulled her into a light hug. She on the other hand held him tightly.
"Yea. Do you see the problems you cause?" Though he was joking with her, her sad look did not fade. There was something bothering her. His comment almost offended her.
"Will you come by after work?" She asked as they pulled away from each other. Heavily sighing, he ran a hand through her hair.
"Mokuba's here. I can't do that if he's here." Anzu frowned at him.
"Why don't you tell him about me? Is that why you don't want to come by? Because you're afraid that he'll find out about me?" She couldn't help but to be more offended at Kaiba. His denial of being with anyone hurt. She thought that she broke through to him with that kiss and now she felt like it meant nothing. Backing up, she walked to the front of the chairs and grabbed her coat.
"I don't want to leave him alone all night." Kaiba explained as he walked towards her so he could help her put on her coat. "And because I don't want him to know." After he helped her put on her coat, she shook his hands off of her.
"Why not?" She turned to face him. He looked slightly hurt then looked agitated.
"Because it's none of his concern. He doesn't have to know about every insignificant thing in my life!" Kaiba's shouts made her push him.
"Insignificant? That's really nice, Kaiba. It's nice that you think that way about us!" Anzu shouted back. Grasping both her wrists, he pulled her closer to stop her from pulling away and now held her upper arms.
"There is no 'us'. What this is, is just you and me having a physical attraction. Nothing more." Anzu stopped her struggling. After a moment of realizing that she said something she didn't want Kaiba to hear, she shook her head in agreement. She slipped. She was acting like a girlfriend. She knew that was something that could push Kaiba away.
"You're right. Nothing more. It's nothing." She whispered to herself more than to him. Loosening his grip on her, she took that chance to step away from him. With tears in her eyes, she knew she couldn't let him see her eyes. The hat now on her head along with the sun glasses, she leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Goodbye." As much as he wanted to hold her when she kissed him, he couldn't. The small part of him that wanted to push her away now screamed in his head. What was she to him? She was nothing. Just like she said, they were nothing. Of course, she didn't mean it but nonetheless she said it.
She walked out without looking back at him. Her scent still lingered in the room as if she was still there. The feel of her lips against his were still there. His shirt was still half unbuttoned. She was everywhere. The slamming door made him feel suddenly lonely.
Mokuba stood outside of Kaiba Corp smoking a cigarette. Another habit he picked up from his brother. His brother must have thought he was stupid. It was obvious that his brother was with some woman in his office. Even Sherri noticed Kaiba's appearance. His shirt was half unbuttoned and the look in his eyes was not the Seto Mokuba knew. There was something going on. Way before today probably since the last time Mokuba visited. Mokuba still remembered hearing a girl on the other side of the line. The question was who was it? Who was still woman, if it was the same woman.
Seto was always the kind of guy who never liked relationships. The look in his eyes today told Mokuba something different. Could it be that Seto actually is with one person? A person who can actually make Seto think and act differently. Someone who could actually make him feel something other than hate? Does he love this person? Will he marry this person? Shaking his head he decided to discard the thought.
It's not possible. Seto be with one person? Kaiba fall in love? That's a big fat 'ha'. Someone came running out of the doors, almost crashing onto him. Mokuba dropped his cigarette as the other person dropped their sun glasses.
"Hey!" Mokuba yelled out as the person bent down to get their sun glasses.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump onto you." It was a woman. Mokuba looked up at the person. She had beautiful bright but sad blue eyes and long brown hair with curls at the end of her hair. Another thing he noticed was that she wore the hat and jacket Mokuba found up at Kaiba's office. Why did she look so familiar?
"Are you okay?" Mokuba asked her. Tilting her head, her eyes widened when she realized who she crashed into.
"Yes. Yes I am. Are you?" She asked nervously. He grew up so fast. Just a year ago he was a small little boy. Now he was as tall as Kaiba and as handsome. She almost thought he worked for Kaiba when she first bumped into him.
"I'm fine. Do you work here?" He asked wanting to figure out who she was and why she was so familiar.
"No. Just visiting someone." She smiled politely and looked back behind her. She was so polite. That's who he was with? Such an innocent girl and polite girl? He understood that she was beautiful, but her personality didn't seem to match his. She could almost be seen as an enemy to Seto.
Enemy…
That single word brought back one name. Anzu Mazaki. The one and only Anzu Mazaki. That was who she was.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm sorry for almost crashing into you, Mokuba. Have a nice day."
"I'm glad it's you my brother is seeing." Mokuba whispered loud enough for only her to hear when she walked past him. She stopped behind him. "I apologize for what I said earlier. Please don't be offended." Anzu nodded already knowing that Mokuba recognized her.
"Do not say anything Mokuba. Please. Not even to your brother." Her voice shook. She continued to walked and caught a cab that had stopped. That proved it. She knew his name. It was her, her look, her voice she just looked more mature than the last time he saw her.
It answered his questions. If there was one person who could have a chance with Seto, it was Anzu. Mokuba adored Anzu. Even though Seto hated her friends, Mokuba always like them, especially her. Now that he knew for sure who the woman Seto was with, he had to admit… he was relieved. His only question was how did it happen? How did Seto's enemy end up in his arms? How did Seto end up loving the enemy? He just hoped that Seto didn't mess anything up with Anzu.
Thank you lord! I actually finished! It's going to take me some time to update more. See, I used to have a lot of free computer time at night. Right now I don't. The only times I can really update is for one or two hours at night now or Saturday. Yea. I got an odd schedule. I need more time to write so it'll take me some time to update. If you guys want, you could donate some money so that I could get a lap top! No? Well.. Couldn't hurt to try, right?