A life without you Chapter 22: Contemporary Reminiscence, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

a/n: Yes, I am ending it. The reason? Because I was afraid I'd be dragging the story and the message will be lost. Much like a reviewer pointed out to me. They were losing interest in the story so why should I continue? I've gotten my point across in the story, so now it's time to end it. Just in case you guys don't really know what the story or message is about, it's about being stuck in a physical relationship. In those types of relationships one tends to think that love is shown physically so they excuse the other partner for their lack of affection. They tend to think that if they show it physically, they will eventually verbalize their feelings. Thus ending my psychological babble for today..

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh

Warning: This is a lemon chapter. I warn you because it is not a nasty lemon but more of a classy lime with a touch of the traditional Didihoney angst. A lemon lime if you will..

Chapter 22: Contemporary Reminiscence

Anzu walked down the street humming a soft tune. Earlier today he called her up out of no where and requested to see her for lunch. How Mokuba even got her number, she didn't know. But she was curious about why he wanted to talk to her. According to Seto, Mokuba was coming today around noon. So then why did he want to see her so soon? Why did he want to see her the moment he got back from Japan?

"He told me he saw Yugi and the mutt. They asked about you. They told him to tell you that they said hello." They drove up to his garage, his maid waiting for his arrival.

Anzu stopped at a window which had a bunch of women with wedding dresses on the other side. These women looked to happy, so free. They had the love of their lives. They were getting married. It brought a smile to her face. One day she'll get married. Her and her husband would share their lives together. Their secrets together, their souls together.

He would know everything about her and she would know everything about him. She would know what makes him break, what makes him smile and vise versa.

"I don't believe in that kind of love. The only love I've ever had was from Mokuba. My adoptive father…" He trailed off as Cassandra came in and handed her a glass of water. They both sat in the dining room eating a late snack; chocolate truffle. She wished that she wasn't dressed so casually in his beautiful house with her sweat pants and white jacket. She felt like some poor child stuck in a place where she obviously did not fit in. Anzu bowed her head to Cassandra and took a sip from her drink wishing he would continue. Was his step-father the sole purpose of why Kaiba was so cold and untrusting? Was he at fault why Kaiba found it so hard to show his feelings to someone who wasn't his brother?"

Brushing the smiling faces of the future brides in the back of her mind she continued to walk down the street. The café Mokuba wanted to meet her in was somewhere around the block she was walking around. Everyone around her seemed to be in a hurry. The passer bys seemed to be running or walking fast as if they were all late for something. A man walking towards her direction asked her what time it was quite in a hurry.

"It's late." She mumbled when she put down the fork. The chocolate truffle was more than just good, it was great.

"You're the one who didn't want to go home just yet." Anzu nodded her head.

"I know. I'm just saying it's late." Cassandra came and took away the dishes.

"Cassandra, you can retire now. I didn't want you to stay up for me." Kaiba said as he stood up from the dining room table. Anzu followed suit.

"It's okay. I just wanted to prepare Mokuba's room." She nodded towards Anzu. "It was nice meeting you." Anzu bowed once more.

"It was nice meeting you too." She smiled sweetly.

"It's a quarter to two, sir." The man gasped and ran off muttering something about being fired. Finally Anzu reached the café Mokuba wanted to meet her in. The place was crowded with people. It was hard for her to find someone to help her. All the waitresses were either at a table taking orders or carrying trays of food. She guessed Mokuba didn't realize how busy it gets around lunch time.

Suddenly she saw a pair of amethyst eyes that made her almost hurriedly walk over to it so that she didn't lose it in the sea of seated customers.

"How are you?" Anzu said as Mokuba stood up to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"I'm fine, and you?" They both sat down and a waitress came over immediately and gave them their menu's.

"Would you like to start off with an appetizer?" The petite brunette asked cheerfully.

"No, thank you. But I'd like a coke, and you Anzu?" Mokuba was a slick one. A heartbreaker probably. His hair was still short but is lip ring was still there. It was odd to see him dressed to professionally with a suit and tie making him look around his twenties and at the same time he had something so juvenile such as a lip ring. Though, she had to admit, it gave him a sexy edginess that she had to ignore due to the fact that he was Kaiba's younger brother.

"I'd like the cold tea." The waitress smiled bubbly and walked away. "I'm fine Mokuba. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Seto." He said plainly. She went silent.

Her hands reached for his face, tenderly caressing them. "Do you love me?" He asked out of no where as he kissed her neck. "Have you fallen in love with me?" The movements were making her pant, making it hard for her breath. Something told her the water from the shower she took only a few minutes ago wasn't was giving her goose bumps. She couldn't respond as she liked. "Do you? Do you care about me? Could you learn to love me?" He smiled when he heard her moan when he pressed himself against her more. The wall behind her left her no room to move. She was pressed tightly between the wall and Seto. The only thing she could do was hold him closer and follow his movements. Has she honestly fallen in love with Seto Kaiba? If she couldn't tell him, perhaps she could show him.

"What about him?" She asked innocently as the waitress brought them their drinks. "I would like the club sandwich."

"I would like the same, thank you." This time Mokuba brushed the waitress off in a Kaiba like manner. He looked like he was getting down to business. It made her nervous.

"Anzu, I know you're not a person to be hiding secrets. Especially since I caught you on your biggest one. I heard something interesting from Otogi. Something about Jounouchi and Yugi catching you guys as well." He looked off to the side, breaking eye contact with her. "Lucky they didn't catch you in the same circumstances that I did. It would make it harder for them to forgive you." He continued offhandedly. Very Kaiba like indeed.

"They have forgiven me." she hissed making him look into her eyes once again. The hurt was relevant in her blue eyes. He said the wrong thing. She was being defensive. "Besides, it's not their business. Who I am with is none of their concern." Her tone calmed down.

"But my brother is their enemy."

"Was. Was their enemy. Their, Jounouchi's grudge against him is from high school. He… and your brother have to get over the fact that the past is the past. People change and so do they. If they're not willing to put aside their differences then not much has changed since high school." Her hands wrung the napkin on her lap.

"That's true but my brother and Jounouchi are very proud men. It's not about immaturity, it all comes down to pride." Mokuba explained as if he's had this conversation a billion times.

"Pride is immaturity." She glared at him. She felt like she was talking to Seto Kaiba himself. It was amazing how similar they spoke. Their attitudes were almost equal. Mokuba caught the glare and smirked.

"I know. The maid, Cassandra, says that I'm almost an exact copy of Seto." He paused and slightly frowned. "I'm trying to change that about myself but sometimes it's hard. I feel like it's in me or something."

"Why is he like that?" She had to ask. If there was one person who would know it would be Mokuba. No one else. The times Anzu asked Kaiba himself he would give her an underhanded answer.

"I would never allow you to possess any knowledge of my feelings. You would use them to your advantage." She would know how to hurt him if he ever hurt her. The way things were going he knew he would hurt her again. No way in hell would he personally hand her the bullets to kill him. "I won't smile at you all the time. I won't make you laugh all the time. I won't tell you how I feel about you. It's not in me. It will never be in me. Not now, not ever. You can't love someone like me. You can't live your life without love. Live it without me." He whispered the last part as if he really didn't want her to hear him.

"A life without you?" Anzu heard it as if he shouted it. "Do you really think it's possible? After everything? Do you really think I can wake up one day and not live my life without you in it? You've poisoned me, Seto. I'm addicted to the poison. All I want is you. No one else, can't you see that?" She desperately wanted him to understand. She even went as far as to grab his face with both her small hands and look deep into his eyes. She told him she didn't want to pour out her heart to him but right now it was inevitable.

"I see it, damn it. I see it." He roared in her face after he shook her hold on him. It was too much to see the passion in her eyes, the determination in her eyes to make him see what she felt. "That's why I'm saying to go. Find another to love. Just not me. I won't give you what you want." He said as coldly as possible but failed. Had he said it to anyone else they would believe him. Anzu read him too easily now. How did she learn to read him? When did he allow her to see through him?

"Why are you continuously pushing me away, Seto? Why do you insist on being alone!" She pushed away from him, shaking her head in disbelief. She was trying her best. She was giving her all right now and received nothing. Achieved nothing.

"Because I don't want to feel like I need you. I don't want to feel like I need to have you in my arms everyday. I want to think clearly. Without lustful thoughts. Without caring about you. Without wondering what you're doing and if I'm going to see you again! I want it to end." He ran his hands though his hair shakily. Thank God she didn't notice. He was tired of this argument. Any other girl would walk away. Any one in their right minds would walk away. They wouldn't take this abuse but Anzu did. She gladly took in his abuse with open arms. Did she care that much about him?

"Why do you think?" He asked with a glint in his eyes. He knew that she knew why. It was obvious if they really knew Seto Kaiba. They knew his demons even if he didn't say it out loud.

"Because of your adoptive father." Anzu swore his eyes went wide but in a blink he was looking at her normally. "What did he do to Seto? What did he do that was so horrible that made Seto the way he is today?"

"You're scared, aren't you? You think I'm going to hurt you in some way, don't you?" Was her out spoken realization. Kaiba never thought he would feel his own heart stop. He felt as if almost did. "Well you know what? You're hurting me! You are so worried about yourself that you don't even realize how much you're killing me."

"I live alone. That's it. I apologize if I'm hurting you.." He did mean it. He was sorry. He was sorry he dragged her in this. He should have just left her alone. Because of him she would learn to not trust, much like him. He was teaching her what his step-father taught him long ago.

"This is all because of your adoptive father, isn't it? He did something to you to make you like this. Is that why you're so scared? You think everyone is cold and conniving like your adoptive father? You think I'll leave marks on your back like your adoptive father?" As she talked she stepped closer to him until their feet touched. She cupped his face with tears in her eyes. He breathed heavily at her true accusations. "I won't do that." How did she learn to read him so easily? When did she possess such a mastery?

"Enough. Damn it, enough." He growled low in his throat.

"I'll never say exactly what my older brother went through with that bastard. I'll never utter what he went through for me. Even though I may act like a rebel, he knows I love him. He knows I'd make the same sacrifices he made for me." His eyes seemed to haze with memory, his hands in fists.

Her hands felt the scars on his back, caressing them lightly as if to erase his internal pain. His hiss made her know that she should not question them again. It made sense to her without him telling her; his adoptive father beat him with a switch. The way the scars were, she could tell it came from a stick of some sort. The reason why he got the beating still remained indefinite.

Picking herself up with all her strength due to his body weight on top of her, she looked into his eyes letting him know it was okay. Those jagged scars no longer made him insecure. She loved him regardless. She foolishly loved him regardless.

"So you can't tell me what his adoptive father did to him? You won't tell me why he has those horrible scars on his back? You won't tell me what he did to apparently deserve them?" Said Anzu with a trembling angry voice. The mystery behind his torture ached her. If it wasn't for the man who named himself his father then Seto would be free of his demons. He could love freely without being on guard.

Mokuba stared wide eyed at Anzu. How did she know about that? Then he slightly chuckled afraid that he fully laughed then Anzu would be offended. Seto truly did not know what he was doing. Apparently neither did Anzu.

"I will tell you one thing; what he went through has to do exactly why he's the way he is today. Nothing else." He paused when Anzu pouted for not getting a straight answer. "What are you doing with my brother? Why are you with him, Anzu? What are you getting out of it?" Mokuba asked shaking his head at her, obviously disapproving their relationship. Opening her mouth to answer, she decided not to. What was going to come out of her mouth were going to be a flurry of cussing and how dare you's. Mokuba was testing her. She knew that Seto was a very rich man. Hundreds upon thousands of women would flock to him only for one thing; money.

"How long have you known me for, Mokuba?" She asked daringly.

"Since I was about five or six I think." He accepted her dare.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" Anzu replied ever so calmly. Mokuba knew her too well. She was going to trick him or make him feel very stupid. Knowing that he lost her dare, he answered truthfully.

"You are the perfect girl. An angel. You'd do anything for anyone. As my brother would say, 'the friendship girl.'" Anzu had to smirk at that. Seto hasn't said that name in a long time. It was hard to believe that he would call her that, then again no it wasn't. "I know Seto well enough. I have no doubt that he has already hurt you in some way. So my question is, why do you continue to be with him?"

"Do you want to take a shower before you go home?" Seto asked with a raised eyebrow. Even though they were fighting just two minutes ago, he didn't want to continue to be mad at her. It wasn't her fault. None of it was. It was his..

She guessed what he was thinking about, something she would kill him for thinking it. But then again she was feeling nasty from dancing all night and smelling like the liquor and smoke from the club. She knew she wasn't going to go home until the sun came up. Seto himself told her that he didn't want her to leave at this time of the night. He was stalling her.

"Sure." Anzu hesitantly responded . He walked to her to what seemed to be his bedroom. Connected to the bedroom was his bathroom. His fairly large bathroom.

"Everything you need is in there. You also have an extra bathrobe in there. If you want you could borrow a shirt of mine if you don't want to continue wearing what you have on already." His hands were rubbing her arms behind her. Getting a chill she stepped forward, away from his touch.

"I have clothes in my bag already. I always carry extra clothes." She walked to the bathroom and turned around to shut the door. "No peeking." She whispered before she shut the door fully and locked it. Seto always seemed to be switching personalities. One moment he was fighting with her and another moment he was being playful or incredibly kind. He showed her sides of him that no one other than his brother would see. She was privileged enough to see this side. This is why she had to stick by his sides. One day she would be shown the affection she was craving from him.

"I won't give up on him Mokuba. There's something about him that makes me want to hold on whether or not he hurts me. My mentality is that if I hold on long enough, the outcome will be worth everything." Her glass was empty. She didn't even realize that she drank the whole thing. How long have they been talking? "You said that you would make the same sacrifice your brother made for you. Don't you think I'm willing to do the same thing? I would sacrifice anything for him. I care about him that much, Mokuba." He was the first person she really vocalized how much she cared about Seto. Anzu bit her lip to stop it from trembling. She really did fall hard for Seto Kaiba.

"Do you?" He whispered sadly, avoiding her eyes. Afraid that if she spoke, she would let out a sob she nodded instead. "I see. Do you think he'll ever genuinely feel the same about you? Do you think he'd protect you with his life? Do you think he'll love you in the way you want him to?"

"Yes." She answered determinedly. "I believe he will. If I give up now, then no. But if I continue to be with him and show him that he could be loved, then I think it's possible."

"Keep hope alive I guess" Mokuba replied sarcastically.

"Why do you think it's futile? Who do you think that Seto will never be capable of loving another?" His eyes shot up at her.

"Seto?" Anzu froze and cleared her throat. "You call him Seto?"

"Yes.." She meekly replied.

"And he lets you?"

Everything was going too fast but it didn't matter to her. She was scared, extremely scared but she was sure this was the right thing. No, she wasn't sure.. she was positive. The covers felt cool against her bare skin. His own skin felt hot against hers. Every inch of him she ostensibly felt against her own body. She didn't even feel awkward or embarrassed when he looked down at her bare body, studying every bit of her as if he was trying to permanently have the memory of her body in his brain. His soft murmurs against her ears assured her that to him she was beautiful. To him she was absolutely beautiful.

Her trembling hands circled around the back of his neck, her eyes no longer shedding tears.

"Seto?" Her voice sounding hoarsely to her own ears. Her words were un heard because he was too busy kissing her neck and letting his hands roam around her body, feeling every part of her. His teeth dragged across her neck to her collar bone moaning pleasurably in response when she called his name again.

"To a degree, yes."

"What do you mean?" His eyebrow raised.

"In public I can't call him Seto. Alone I could." She felt stupid for explaining. Seeing how Mokuba was so intent on being the skeptic of the relationship she knew he would see something wrong with it.

"Hm.." He snorted. "That's Seto. Only affectionate behind closed doors where no one can see his weaknesses."

"Which brings me back to my question; why are you so negative towards Seto?"

"It's not negativity. It's me making sure you know what you're doing. I've known you since I was a child and I don't want anything bad happening to you, even if my brother is the cause of your pain. I want you both to be happy. Seto is a complicated man. You have to know that. He won't give in easily. He'll push and push and push you away until you hate him. I don't want you to hate him." The waitress brought the food and asked if they wanted anything else. "The bill and your phone number." He said casually, slickly. The waitress laughed and nodded.

With his hands steady on her hips, he moved in slowly begging silently that he didn't hurt her. The way she scrunched her eyebrows together and shut her eyes tightly told him that he was. Leaning in to kiss her eyes and cheeks he stopped his movements for now. She held his the back of his neck to pull face to the side of her face. Whispering in his ears, he shuddered not from the strain but the certainty in her voice.

""I'm okay, Seto. I'm okay." Pushing himself up by his elbows he looked into her eyes to see if the level of certainty in her voice matched her eyes. Smiling, she pushed forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips then let her head lay on his pillow. "I won't regret anything." She whispered once more looking into his eyes with not just conviction but devotion. Lavender surrounded his senses as he laid his head on the crook of her neck smiling against her scorching skin. Anzu couldn't help but to giggle from the ticklish feeling she got from his breath on her neck. Now Seto knew where her ticklish spot was. She was alright.

"Of course." The waitress looked about Anzu's age and when she left Anzu swatted his arm.

"What?" He asked rubbing his arm.

"She's older than you. You know that, right?"

"Hey if Demi can do it why can't she?" Scrunching her nose in disapproval she swatted his arm again.

"Enough, Mokuba." They ate their sandwiches silently for a few minutes. "Why did you say that you were glad it was me Seto was with?" Anzu broke the silence.

"When did I say that?" He asked after the waitress came back with refilled drinks.

"That day you came to the office and caught Seto and I. When I left the building we bumped into each other and you realized who I was. That's when you said it."

"I remember." Mokuba took out a couple of bills and laid it on the table, his sandwich half eaten. "I said it because I knew that you weren't any of these girls who are after his money. Like I said before, you're an angel. Seto has a good girl with him and he doesn't realize it. I guess at the moment I thought that you might change him. You'd show him how it would be to be loved. Maybe he'd put down his guard or something." He shrugged his shoulders as if the idea was stupid and he was embarrassed. "Then I realized after talking to Otogi that he would never change. Not even Anzu Mazaki could change him."

His hands pushed away the hair from her face wanting to look into her eyes. Though he didn't speak the look he gave her was one of a rare kindness. The pain dulled within her put her tears were still visible on her cheeks. Closing her eyes she reached a free hand to wipe her dry tears but another hand beat her to it. Slowly opening her eyes she saw that Seto was the one who was wiping her tears away but he didn't do it with his hands. He did it with his own lips. Dragging his moist lips down her cheek he spoke, or whispered.

"I didn't want to hurt you." Before he could continue she quieted him down with kind words. Not knowing exactly what he meant by that she didn't question it. The same kindness he caressed her with, she showed to him.

"Otogi? Just what in the hell did he tell you?" Anzu yelled out, crashing her fists against the table.

"He told me how Jounouchi and Yugi found out about you and my brother. He showed me the tabloid with Seto and that girl. Hell, it was in the news before Otogi showed me. When he came back I asked him about it and he told me." He took another pause. "You know he feels the same way I do about this."

"Oh?" Anzu replied sarcastically. "And how do you two feel about my choices?"

"God. I hate fighting with you!" She had walked in on him after the shower to him changing his clothes. His back was to her, bare and his shirt was laying on the bed. Fortunately he still had on his pants otherwise that would have been an awkward situation for her. When she saw that he was sitting still , not even bothering to put on the shirt that was laying limply on his lap, she knew he was thinking. Perhaps thinking about their fight a half an hour ago.

"I don't love you. I don't need you. I don't care about you." Words said without malice. Words said as if he was reassuring himself. Words that didn't even leave a dent in her heart. He stood up without even so much a glance at her and strode to his dresser. Her eyes followed him as she tied her damp hair back. Seto wasn't opening dressers or moving for that matter. All he did was look down at the mahogany dresser with his head down, still holding onto his shirt. What was he thinking about? Cautiously Anzu walked behind him, seeing his reflection on the mirror before him. His eyes were concentrated on her. Looking at the scars on his back, she ran her hands up and down his smooth back. Automatically he tensed up, giving her a warning look.

"Stop it." He warned when she did not heed to his wordless forewarning. He turned around and held her wrists, giving her no time to react. Shaking her head, she forlornly whispered to him as she took back her wrists effortlessly.

"No." Her hands went back to his body, this time touching his bare chest up to his face. Leaning forward by the balls of her feet she kissed him tenderly. His response was just compassionate. The same hands that strained her from touching her was now pulling down the strap of her tank top. His shirt laid forgotten beside them. Boldly, Anzu started pulling him away from the dresser and towards the bed. Seto had other things in mind.

"No." He growled as he stopped kissing her against all his true wishes. "No. I told you already. I don't lov…"

"Stop pushing me away, Seto. You may do it to other people but not me. Not with me you aren't. I'm willing to .."

"Willing to let me hurt you? Willing to see all my secrets and demons?" He countered angrily. How could a girl be so determined to be with a bastard like him?

"Yes." She whispered as she stepped closer to him. He on the other hand grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, making her back up against the wall.

"Damn it!" He roared. "No! I won't let you!" Cassandra was bound to be woken up by their fights but to the both of them, it didn't matter. They had their to speak their peace, or their turmoil.

"I won't hurt you, Seto." She sobbed out, her voice cracking. "The only person here who could ever be hurt is me." Seeing that the only one hurting anyone was him his heart jumped. A feeling close to shame overwhelmed him and he covered his face with his hands. Before he knew it was in front of her holding her. Without hesitation she held him back. He kissed to top of her head before kissing her on the lips feverishly. Without hesitation she kissed him back with the same passion. Without hesitation she let him press her against the wall. Without hesitation she let him take off her tank top. They continued without any trace of hesitation but with awakened passion.

"Don't get mad, Anzu. Please don't get mad. If we're doing this, it's for you. It's for my brother. I don't want him to wake up one day and hate himself for what he did to you. I want his conscience clear." Anzu bit her lip in thought. Mokuba really was making a good argument. But she had to stay with Seto. Even though they were like a merry go round of emotions, she still had hope for him.. for them.

"Mokuba." She choked out, her bangs hiding her teary eyes. "I can't just let him go. Not after.."

The feel of his naked body against hers made her quiver. Her hands clutched the covers to her side. His own hands held either sides of her head with his forehead crushed pressing against hers. The beads of sweat on his forehead mingled together with hers. Gasping for air, Seto still managed to steal kisses in between breaths. Anzu on the other hand was almost giving up on breathing to just feel his lips against hers for more than just one or two seconds.

"Why would you stay in such a relationship, Anzu? You know damn well you deserve better." Wasn't that what Seto himself told her just the other day?

"He's your brother, Mokuba!" Anzu countered, ignoring the irony of what he just said.

"Yes. Yes he is. But then again I know him too well. I know he'll hurt you if he hasn't already." Mokuba stood up, finished with the conversation. "I'm not your father, I have no right to tell you what to do but I can guide you. I feel it's my responsibility to at least tell you how I feel. You're smart. We all know this so then act smart. You know what's right and what's wrong. You're strong enough to realize what is really going on."

"What do you mean I'm strong enough to realize what is.." His hands gripped her shoulders gently, a silent urge to stop.

"Stop being defensive. Just remember my words." As if he read her mind he continued. "I don't mean it like something is going on. At least nothing that a person can see physically," He smiled at her knowing he was confusing her. "Never mind I said it. Just don't be blind is all I'm saying." Lorena's words were haunting her. Seeing that Mokuba was ready to leave, Anzu stood up. Seemingly like it came from no where Mokuba held Anzu in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her waist. He had gotten so tall. She felt so tiny in his arms. So fragile. Like he knew how to break her. "Be careful." He whispered against her ear. "Please be careful." Her shock diminished and she returned the hug.

"I will. I promise." She answered knowing that she wasn't going to be able to keep her promise.

"If there's one thing you could take with you from my brother is how to be strong. That is something my brother is, but there's a difference between being strong and shutting yourself away." He let her go and strode out the door but not before letting a wink and a smirk slip towards the waitress.

Plopping down on the seat once again, Anzu stared at her sandwich. Was she being blind? Was she being so blind that there was something she didn't see that Mokuba did? Was she one of those stupid girls who would give their everything for nothing? She certainly gave her everything to Seto last night. She could never take that back. Last night was embedded in her mind. It would always be in her heart. But.. was it worth it? The noises from other people's conversations, the clinking of glasses, the bell on the door ringing, the smell of coffee, all those sensations overwhelmed her. Memories swirled around her, from the moment she was in Seto's car to when she woke up this morning.

"He told me he saw Yugi and the mutt. They asked about you. They told him to tell you that they said hello." They drove up to his garage, his maid waiting for his arrival.

another..

"You said "I don't believe in that kind of love." Why don't you want it? Why are you afraid to show a woman that you could actually feel something other than hate?"

and another..

"It's late." She mumbled once again but somehow was lead to a hallway where bedrooms were hidden away by the doors. "What are you doing, Seto?" He stopped and turned around to look at her.

"You said it yourself. It's late. I'm not about to have you leave at this time. Just as you'd let me stay at your place, I'm going to do the same. Call it me returning the favor."

"So you do care about me, don't you?" She teased.

and another..

"You can't live your life without love. Live it without me." He whispered the last part as if he really didn't want her to hear him.

And another..

She cupped his face with tears in her eyes. He breathed heavily at her true accusations. "I won't do that." How did she learn to read him so easily? When did she possess such a mastery?

"Enough. Damn it, enough." He growled low in his throat.

"Fine. Then I'll go home. Is that what you want? Me to go home and forget about you? Do you truly without a doubt want me to go home and forget about ever feeling anything for Seto Kaiba?" He knew that wasn't what he wanted but it was for the best. It was for her best interest. "I'll go, then." She weakly threatened. They both paused without a word or movement.

and another..

"I don't love you. I don't need you. I don't care about you." Words said without malice. Words said as if he was reassuring himself. Words that didn't even leave a dent in her heart.

and another..

She couldn't respond as she liked. "Do you? Do you care about me? Could you learn to love me?" He smiled when he heard her moan when he pressed himself against her more. The wall behind her left her no room to move. She was pressed tightly between the wall and Seto. The only thing she could do was hold him closer and follow his movements. Has she honestly fallen in love with Seto Kaiba? If she couldn't tell him, perhaps she could show him.

And another…

They were now on the bed never breaking their kiss. Seto tugged at her jeans, letting her arch her back up to discard of the jeans. The light was now dim due to her bra on top of the lamp. Reaching over, Seto pushed away the bra away from the light, his eyes never leaving her own.

"I want to see you." The emotion in his eyes told her that he wasn't just talking about her body. Anzu nodded and arched up once more to press her breasts against his chest. Her own hands were now working on the buckle of his belt. As she did so, he chuckled against her cheek. He was really doing this with Anzu Mazaki. It seemed funny to him that he was doing this with such a woman. She wasn't some one night stand. Some girl he met. She was Anzu Mazaki. The only woman he desired right now. The only person he could see.

And another…

and another…

Every inch of him she ostensibly felt against her own body. She didn't even feel awkward or embarrassed when he looked down at her bare body, studying every bit of her as if he was trying to permanently have the memory of her body in his brain. His soft murmurs against her ears assured her that to him she was beautiful. To him she was absolutely beautiful.

and another…

With his hands steady on her hips, he moved in slowly begging silently that he didn't hurt her. "I won't regret anything." She whispered once more looking into his eyes with not just conviction but devotion. Lavender surrounded his senses as he laid his head on the crook of her neck smiling against her scorching skin.

and another…

Slowly opening her eyes she saw that Seto was the one who was wiping her tears away but he didn't do it with his hands. He did it with his own lips. Dragging his moist lips down her cheek he spoke, or whispered.

Until..

The lamp was no longer needed. The light from the morning sun was now shining in through his window. Lazily Anzu opened her eyes to look at the stream of light coming in through his curtains. Feeling the bed shift, she knew that Seto turned off the light from the lamp. Laying on her side, she held on to the sheets tighter against her chest. Seto now held her from behind, one arm limply around her own and his breathing slowing down. Smiling, she closed her eyes as well letting her tired eyes and body rest. Little did she know that Seto held her tighter against his chest, and kissed the side of her head.

..that memory came to mind. Why would she regret such a beautiful thing? What happened last night was not just a one night thing with her. It was real. It was raw. It was them. It was the real them without any barriers or protection. They were naked physically and spiritually. Seto bared his soul to her that night. He showed her more than she expected. More than she thought he ever showed to one person, including his own brother.

She awoke to feel Seto behind her, holding her tightly around the waist. She squirmed around until she was facing him. His lips were drawn in a thin line and his eyebrows were scrunched up as if he was angry. Then she realized he was having a bad dream. Tenderly she pushed her nose against his chin to try and wake him up. "Seto." She whispered but he did not respond, instead he held her tighter. Knowing that he was too caught up in his dream, she decided to nuzzle her nose against his. "Wake up, Seto." she whispered once again. This time he responded with mumbling two words that made her tear up.

"Please, don't." His arm twitched, his voice was harshly guttural. He sounded so unnatural. She realized then in horror that he was having a nightmare. Perhaps a nightmare about his past. "Leave Mokuba alone." He mumbled again. Kissing him on the cheek, she nestled her head beside his face, whispering comforting words and rubbing his arm.

"It's okay, Seto. It's okay. Stop dreaming." At that moment she whispered to him, his mumblings stopped. He continued to hold her tightly but then sighed against her hair. Even if it was for one night, she chased away his demons. And to her, that was all that mattered.

An elder couple sat across from her bickering over something. The woman slapped away the elder mans hand away from a basket of biscuits.

"I said no, Henry." She scolded him.

"Oh please, if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die happily with a full stomach." He said back grouchily. The woman then huffed and let him take the biscuit then took one for herself as well.

"Fine. But don't get mad when I die first. If you're willing to die earlier then so will I." Anzu looked away from the couple with a smile, not wanting to gawk at their interaction.

That was what she wanted in the end. She wanted to grow old with Seto and yell at him about minimal things such as eating something that was bad for his heart. The first thing she wanted to take care of was the pain. She would stay with him until he said with all his heart and being that he did not want to be with her. At that moment she would do as he wished. But for now, she would not. Not until she tried her hardest.

"Anzu." Someone was calling her name but she wanted to ignore it and nuzzle against her comfortable pillow. "Anzu." the voice sounded so familiar. "Anzu Mazaki." Bingo….

"What?" She asked grouchily. When she opened her eyes she found herself in the same position she was in when Seto was having his nightmare. Except for the pillow she was using was not a pillow but Seto's chest. His looked at her amused at her sleepy, half naked figure. The covers was down to her waist giving Seto a view of her bare back. Reaching for the covers to cover herself, she then realized that he's already seen it all but still opted to cover herself up. "Why did you wake me up?"

"Because your damn cell phone keeps ringing and it woke me up. I would pick it up myself and cuss the person up but you're holding on to me so tightly that I…" She quieted him by giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He was still arrogant.

"I get it. Where do you hear the ringing?" She asked looking around the room but her lips were still on his. Her smile was barely contained when she realized that Seto slept in. It was a rarity for him to sleep but he did.. with her in his arms.

"Beside the bed on your side." He mumbled against her lips. After she gave him another quick kiss and a smile, she rolled over to her other side and reached for her bag. The phone was still ringing so she picked it up without checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"It's Mokuba. I'm going to make this quick. Meet me in one hour in a café place by your apartment. It's the one with blue shutters." After that was a click. She didn't even get to say hello or anything.

"Who was it?" Seto was laying still on his side with a curious expression on his face. His hair was ruffled up making him look even sexier if it was possible but she had to see what Mokuba was up to. If they started anything this morning she would be late.

"Telemarketer." Something in her told her not to tell him who it was. Throwing her phone in her bag, she placed the bag back on the floor. "I have to go. I realized that I have to meet Lorena at her house to help her with her hair." God, she was such a good liar. She sat up, holding the covers to her. Seto laid on his back now looking at the ceiling as Anzu put on her clothes. Even n bed, Seto was a gentleman, he didn't even dare take a peek at her bare body in the daylight. If she took a quick shower and didn't blow dry her hair she would not be late. She mentally picked out her outfit to see Mokuba in. Right now she looked horrible as she tried to fix her hair in vain in front of Seto's mirror. "I look like shit." She muttered to herself. From the corner of her eye she saw Seto approach her in his boxers.

"No, you don't." He mumbled against her ear as he handed out her bag to her. Turning around, she smiled shyly and took the bag. His eyes read hesitation, confusion. Feelings she didn't like to see. Leaning over, she grabbed his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his.

"Don't you dare push me away now." She let go of him and walked towards the door. Looking back she titled her head and gave him a sly smile. "It happened. I don't regret it and neither should you. If you're good it'll happen again." The look on his was priceless, his eyes mirrored shock from what she just said and his mouth was slightly agape but then faded to a sly smirk.

Last night showed her that it was possible. It is possible for Seto Kaiba to love.

YAY! I got this chapter out! Now only one more to go. There's two more left but I wrote the last chapter already so there is one more chapter left to write. The reason why it took me so long to have this 'special' chapter out was because I wanted to do it right. I didn't want it to be some nasty lemon. I wanted it to be something meaningful to the story. I can't tell you guys enough how proud I am to receive your great reviews. It shows that I'm actually doing something right! I'm close to the 200 mark of reviews. I never thought I'd get that many. Once again I thank you guys and hopefully you guys love this chapter as much as I do. This is the first chapter I actually took my time with. With the others I just write them out in one night and that's it, I never look back. With this one I continuously looked back to make sure everything was how I wanted it.

twilight eyes 8120- once again, you are my homie! Lol.. I thank you so much for reading this before hand to tell me if I need to change or fix anything in the chapter. I thank you so much! You're so awesome as are your stories!

Rain5101- like I said… a lemon lime. A lime with a hint of Didhoney..

nausicaa5- I am not confirming anything. When I am done with this story I will dedicate myself to my other stories.

yoursolastsummer- I wish to write this story off with complete potential. I love this story.. (it's my baby!) and I would never settle for less.

Krimzon Lily- it's fiction.. There is no need to die over it.. Lol.. Thanks so much

AllisonWalker- I'll miss it too. I really am. (it's my baby, damn it!)

Princess of The Nile- which is why I'm ending it. For a reviewer to say that they are losing hope in the story is hurtful to my pride as a writer. So I might as well end if you guys still feeling something for it. Why drag around a dead horse, right? After reading your comment I, without a doubt confirmed it.. I'm ending the story.

Tyri Dragonite- Where you got that idea from.. I don't know.. Rumors are rumors.. Remember that.. (wink)

Raquel - at least someone is still into this story!..

TeaG- hehe! Thank you so much!

clutsyangel27- I'm gonna break it down psychologically… A person like him cannot not trust because of his past. They are afraid if they get too close to someone they will be hurt in the end. Their mentality is that everyone is out to hurt them. So what do they do? They deny all feelings within them. They want to love but with every being within them, they cannot. This is why he cannot love. Did I explain it good? Should I stop taking psychology classes?

Taz - In a while? I'm sure you've read better stories than this!