Disclaimer: Sugar, I don't need to own Yu-Gi-Oh to write fanfiction.
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: No Such Thing As Soulmates
Summary: Mokuba realizes the unspoken love Seto has for Anzu, he ran away, only to be transported five years into the future. Can he fix the damage he had inflicted on his brother, or stand idly by as it all perishes? (SetoxAnzu) (SetoxShizuka)
AN: Prepare to be surprised…
Chapter Three
Law and Order
All he could remember was a warp of bright lights and strong force that pulled him round and round to a small circular black hole, his voice was coarse and dry, he could not speak or scream when his entire body was ached tremendous pain and his head pounding. His big sapphire eyes were hurting from the channels of colors through his sick whirlpool. It felt like he was stretching, his clothes became two sizes too small, his shoes were tearing that it slipped off and disappeared elsewhere, and his toes made a scratched hole within the wool lining of his cotton socks. He gritted his teeth, when he began to expand in a matter of seconds, his hair whirled and flown around his face and upper abdomen like an enchanted hallo. Somehow longer, softer like fine silk of midnight black.
And in a time length of a giant bad sneeze he throw almost violently on the cement ground, tumbling ungracefully that his elbows got skinned against the bits of sharp gravel. He yelped in pain and instantly got off the ground because the thick heat that emitted from the dried black tar on top of a…street?
Mokuba felt dizzier, and his unfocused eyes turn to one side to another, making sure this wasn't some dream—or a nightmare that copied off a bad mediocre sci-fi movie. Vehicles in all sorts of styles and colors passed by him nonstop, faster than the record of how long he could think at that moment. The sun smoldered angrily against the street road and caused an instant burn under one of his feet that outstretched his socks.
He grabbed the side of his head and shook it, kicking his brain into function.
"Ugh…where am I…?"
His eyes bulged to the sizes of porcelain china saucers. Mokuba gripped his right hand over his throat frightfully.
Did his voice sound a lot deeper than usual! Or was it his—
Yes! YES! Damnation! His clothes! Shrunk to the size of baby booties, unfitted for his body—
HIS BODY! Now that he looked at his feet, he recognized that his view from up ahead was farther than it was a few minutes ago! He was very, very tall! What happened to him!
That man…that MAN! THAT TURBAN-WEARING MAN SHOVED A STUPID KEY INTO HIS FOREHEAD AND MADE HIM GO WOO AND MORE WOO! Like a lunatic, he danced a crazy stomping dance around where he was standing, getting a few people from within their cars to look out and stare with bewilder at this wild-haired kid.
He hobbled on his bare feet and fell down on the burning tar, yelping in shock and ran to where a single tree grew next the long metal bar. Small and dead-looking, in resemblance of an ancient mourning man, it was still able to provide enough shade to cool down his feet.
What was with this heat?
He threw up his arms in frustration only let them collide behind against a humongous metal plate. Mokuba cursed words that not a lot of little boys were allowed to say at home in expectation of getting bonked on the head by angry mothers. He twisted around to see the huge billboard sign behind the old man tree.
WELCOME GUESTS! YOU'RE IN DOMINO CITY! Home of the Duel Monsters!
It showed a rusty blown-up picture of painted skyscrapers, Duel Monster cards, Seto Kaiba, smiling people, cartoons—wait, wait a minute there sonny!
SETO KAIBA!
It was his Big Brother! Painted in perfection (Despite the rust marks and scratches) of the towering oh-powerful Seto Kaiba! Of course! Of course! He was still at home at least! He whooped and ran skipping barefooted down the sidewalk, avoiding all the frightened pedestrians that went by his way.
He was able to walk another inch until he was deliberately stopped.
"FREEZE PUNK!" someone growled behind him, sending shivers down his back.
Mokuba was rock-hard frozen. He was shaking so badly, he looked like he was about to explode into smithereens.
"This is an officer," the voice heated, "Turn around and face me, dirt bag! And don't bother to try any tricks, either…"
He uneasily turned his face around to be face-to-gun with a police officer with a loaded firearm. He whimpered and his black bangs was dripping sweat. Flaring icy eyes stared into his sapphire ones. The lone officer quickly unhooked a pair of metal handcuffs and expertly trapped his wrists in uncomfortable lockets. When Mokuba got a good look at him, he had fair skin and his hair was hidden underneath his hat, with a snarling face the shorter skinner man reminded him of angry weasel.
"Hiroto, get your ass over here!" the officer barked, his voice was older than how young he looked.
Only to Mokuba, his voice sounded a tad feminine.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" A much taller cop struggled out of his seatbelt and fell out of the police car.
Mokuba and the first cop sweat-dropped.
"Stop dilly-dallying!" the cop scolded at Officer Honda, "I don't want to resort into becoming a meter maid!"
"Gah! Blame the damn heat!" Hiroto growled, dusting off his blue uniform and looking at Mokuba.
"What's your identification, boy?"
Mokuba Kaiba looked up to see from underneath the blue and black-rimmed hat to see a pair of easy dark eyes and a very bad buzz cut that was gelled into an straight pointy angular shape. He was tall compared to the two; now that the little boy had a better look the first cop was shorter than both him and Hiroto—
Wait…HIROTO! HONDA HIROTO? THAT TAGALONG MALE CHEERLEADER BACK AGO? He snapped up to see a futuristic man figure with big muscles and all male, the kid liked to admit that Honda looked nicer with a beard and gold tee that encircled around his quirky mouth.
"HONDA?" Mokuba accidentally snapped disbelievingly. The two cops were taken by the sudden outburst.
"How do you know my name?" Hiroto asked suspiciously, narrowing his dark eyes at him.
"Uh…'nametag'," the first thoughtful word came out of his mouth. The shorter cop glared at him.
"Are you on drugs?" he asked him crudely.
"WHAT YEAR IS IT?" the raven-haired boy cried, ignoring the officer's interrogation.
"It's 2010, where were you?" Honda Hiroto laughed lightly, his partner rolled his eyes.
Saliva and snot was caught into the throat of Mokuba's frozen exterior. His face gave off the look of a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and his body locked.
Five years…five years…
That TURBAN-MAN MUST HAVE SENT HIM TO FUTURE! Now that Mokuba had all the time to recalculate. If it had been five years, that means he was thirteen in 2005 and now since it was Year 2010, and thirteen plus five equals—
"Holy macaroni I'm eighteen!" Mokuba blurted out, choking on his spit. Honda looked at this young man with curiosity in his dark eyes, grinning in a good-natured way.
This was a funny guy.
The shorter cop looked quite pissed off, giving off mean irritated exhales at both his clumsy idiotic fool of a partner to this lunatic who grown a dog on top of his head. Of course taking too many things much more seriously than others, the cop needed to find out more about this crackpot.
"Let's take him to the department for more investigation," the cop muttered, grabbing roughly on Mokuba's shoulder and shoving him towards the car, "I'm sick of these car fumes—"
"That's funny I don't smell anything!" Hiroto exclaimed, glancing at Mokuba and thought he had seen him somewhere before
"I meant you," the other officer snapped bitterly. When his back was turned, Honda started to prance around and mimic the man's ass-kissing ways with beak-like hand gestures, grotesque facial jokes, and making his behind wag like a lapdog.
"I saw that," his partner muttered loudly without turning around for Honda to stop and laugh nervously.
The ride was none too pleasant when Honda took the driver's seat, who just had actually disobeyed all traffic laws and sped up with the window open where he could stick his head out like a dog all the way from there to the station. When he came upon a red light, he turned his happy face around and looked at Mokuba with a quirked smile.
"You got a name, kid?" he asked, grinning. The driver rolled his eyes as he spoke into the transmitting car radio, and scribbling in his notepad with an obviously ignorant aura.
"The name's—"
Then it stunned him. Why didn't Cop Honda recognize him? Didn't they see each other more than one occasion, maybe five years ago? He should have identified him by now! Wasn't he Mokuba Kaiba! The second richest kid in the world after his brother SETO KAIBA!
But something stirred in his stomach, he needed to know what's going on. He tried to dart his eyes everywhere in the streets, seeing certain street names on street posts.
"Teruki, sir, Orino Teruki," it was the name of a boy in his class who looked a lot like him, but moved away from town, probably somewhere off in Tokyo or something.
"Orino, eh?" Honda chuckled, "Alright then."
The drive to the station was far from pleasant when Honda's partner kept switching the radio to horribly boring classical music, his taste in music was mind-numbingly like a woman's. The bullet vest he wore probably weighted more than his small form, the chunk of soft brown hair poked from the closely worn navy hat. His gloved hand was small, as the cop spoke more code words he'd probably memorized off the book, and the fingers underneath the thick covering of the glove he wore were slender. The small vision of the back of his neck revealed fair tan skin. Mokuba looked closely at the back of his head with brows rose to his black bangs. He decided to conclude that he was very feminine.
When they reached Main Street, Down Town, Mokuba was astounded by the changes made around the area. The cleans were a lot cleaner, buildings were taller, people were wearing a lot differently than before, street performers were treated with respect for their talents instead of being ignored as traveling beggars, and regular billboards that were plastered on building rooftops were torn down and made with several three dozen electronic advertisements that were made with vocal surround sound, flashy colors, and actors that moved constantly in each screen.
Several of them revealed the Kaiba Corp., with a high profile picture of Seto Kaiba in his new clothing style which still consist him wearing a flowing gravity-defying trench coat, but made of fine black and silver silk with a high collar, with white leather pants and black buttoned under-blouse. His hair was very much the same. His russet brown hair was still trimmed short, with longer bangs that hung in front of his unmoving icy blue eyes. Girls gossiped as they passed by his billboard, blushing and proclaiming him as their future boyfriend and ran off giggling with their friends and shopping bags.
Mokuba sighed deeply to himself, as he tried to keep calm form exploding with relief. He was just so very happy that Kaiba hadn't changed at all these five years. But what about everyone else?
When the police car came to a red light, it stopped parallel to a giant tall blinking billboard, and several giant buildings. When it switched from Kaiba Corp. products and wares, it switched onto a shampoo commercial. Soothing voices and clear bright colors of orange and pink showed up with fading arrangements of tropical fruits and a waterfall with pouring clear water, then the camera to a set of Hollywood rocks where the shampoo bottle stood lone with a beautiful young woman standing over it.
It was as if Mokuba felt his heart plunge itself into his throat, stopping his breathing immediately.
The woman was very beautiful with long strawberry blond hair that curled and flowed with shiny texture as she turned her pretty face and beautiful smiles. Her teeth were white and straight, her cheeks were soft and smooth, and her brown eyes were livid and round with sparkly light. She was possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and he was shocked to have ever seen one at all. He watched her head turn letting many red strands fall over her nimble shoulders and face, curling around her high forehead as she wore a lovely light creamy yellow dress as her slender foot dipped itself in a pool made by the waterfall.
She winked deviously with a cheeky smile, and brought the shampoo close to her attractive face, "If you use this product, your hair would be beautiful and healthy, just like mine!" She patted her hair, and looked affectionately at the bottle, "I use this shampoo all the time and I feel beautiful all day long!" And with a crystal laugh, she dove herself into the clear pool meshing her long mermaid-like form in the water with bubbles seeping around her ever lovely hair.
"Typical," the shorter cop snorted, when he turned off the radio, "They always do that to her. I mean, I already saw several other shampoo commercials with her face on it claiming the same damn thing!"
"I know, you keep saying that," Honda shook his head, moving the car when the light turned green, "We all know you used to want to be in her shoes."
"…it was a long time ago, Honda," he whispered, "It's just law and order for me, now."
Honda nodded sadly, looking at the rearview mirror at 'Orino', "Hey, isn't she a pretty face…?"
"W-Who is she? She's very beautiful…" Mokuba cooed, turning his head and his eye attached to the billboard that was disappearing when the car moved further away. He didn't notice the shorter cop's shoulders hunch and twitch, making himself busy while writing more notes in his pad.
"Ha!" Honda was indeed surprised, "I thought you knew! I mean, everyone knows her name! She dubbed 'the most beautiful woman in the world', how could you not know her name? Don't you have wet dreams about her?"
The other officer choked on his own spit, Mokuba raised his brow, "What are 'wet dreams'?"
The two cops glanced at him weirdly, "Never mind."
"So, who is she? She must obviously have a name," Mokuba whispered, quietly.
"Err, oh right, her name is Shizuka Katsuya," Honda said nonchalantly, coming into another abrupt stop.
"SHIZUKA?" he cried in utter shock, "SHE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD?"
"SIT YOUR ASS DOWN BOY!" The nameless cop shoved his hand on top of his raven hair, very hard with anger.
"She's the…most…beautiful woman…in the world?" Mokuba whispered, his blue eyes wide.
The cop stared at him with disgust, "Yes, how many times does that comment have to be repeated?"
"I'm sorry…but Shizuka…" he thought back of the girl, three years his senior, with red hair and an older blond brother, "…wow, she's pretty…" a slight blush resurfaced on his face.
Honda looked at the rearview mirror suspiciously, "How do you know Shizuka?"
"Uh…" his mouth worked out something, "…I knew her since middle school, but we lost 'contact' with each other for about five years." Not a lie, folks.
"Oh, well, I thought everyone knew who she was," Honda shrugged carelessly, "Since, you know, she's engaged to Seto Kaiba—"
"WHAT!" Mokuba cried, slamming his cuffed hands on his knees, bending his head close to the two cops, "ENGAGED? WHEN? HOW? ENGAGED TO SETO KAIBA? HE'S GETTING MARRIED? TO SHIZUKA NO LESS? A KATSUYA?"
When he mentioned the name, 'Katsuya', Honda chuckled, "Well, you must have known about the rivalry Kaiba had with her older brother," he whistled, "Not very pretty, I mean when he started going out with Shizuka two years ago, Jounouchi was off his rocker. I mean he was already pissed that Kaiba was taking out his anger on one of his best friends, but then taking his little sister away just like that—" he snapped his fingers, "—it was not a day in the park, unless the park was on wildfire or something. Seto Kaiba had promised her everything, fame, money, a mansion, everything you see around Domino and the world. And it was always a dream to Shizuka to become a model or an actress, though I always thought her acting was a bit rusty. But she did have the looks. And I'm not saying she is selfish or anything, but Shizuka did love the man and I still don't see it."
The shorter cop shifted in his seat. Mokuba was practically wide-eyed.
"But Jounouchi kept forcing his sis to stay in one place, but being persistent and extremely naïve," Honda shook his head shamefully, "Shizuka was all but going to obey her older brother—mind you, this was the guy who fought for her eye surgery and been with her thick and thin, man, thick and thin—so she roped herself with her loving affections, 'so called', and jumped into Seto Kaiba's arms. And that was possibly the last her bro had ever seen of her."
"Oh my goodness," Mokuba whispered, then his eyes blinked in slight confusion, "At first when you mentioned Seto Kaiba taking out his anger on one of Jounouchi Katsuya's best friends, what do you mean by that?"
"You don't know?" Honda asked, more surprised, "Uh, well…" he looked hesitantly at his partner.
The shorter cop blinked his eyes and glanced at him, nodding, "I don't mind."
"Okay…then, sure," the brunette man adjusted his voice, and looked up at the rearview mirror, meeting his eyes with Mokuba's wide sapphire eyes, "Seto Kaiba is probably the last Kaiba left."
"Huh…? What do you mean by that? What about me—Mokuba, M-Mokuba Kaiba?" he coughed, grinning nervously.
"Wow, it was like five years when something happened to that tyke," Honda shook his head shamefully, not noticing his stutter, "He must have run away or something, and like an hour later when Seto went to check on him, he wasn't in his bedroom or the mansion or anywhere in the Domino City. The FBI had investigated for days, months, and for several years, they had concluded that Mokuba had passed on or something. Newspapers went wild, reporters had been banging on the Kaiba House for days for fragments of news and updates. But no one could have loved Mokuba more than Seto Kaiba…"
"He was a kind kid, but for strange reason he had disappeared into thin air," Honda Hiroto replied, "Even the high profile cameras in his household didn't work, so Kaiba literally went crazy looking and searching for him. But the poor kid was never found. So reporters concluded in their articles that Mokuba Kaiba was kidnapped by several clever henchmen of Kaiba's ex-vice presidents who wanted Kaiba Corp., and killed the kid when Seto refused to hand over the company. And now, the best bit was always masqueraded under lies," he had on a shit-eating grin, "You know for a fact that Seto would rather sacrifice his life's work than see his brother's dead body."
"And for some strange reason, behind the scenes when the newspapers were out and the news of Mokuba's 'tragic death' were out of dated—well, maybe you know her I'm not sure—but Seto began to repenting his anger on this young woman named Anzu Mazaki, as if blaming her for his disappearance," the cop scoffed, folding his arms irritated, Honda continued nonetheless, "Anzu was one my very best friends, I knew her since high school and she was probably the nicest person I know on earth with the kindest heart. She always dreamed to be a dancer, and learn dance in Julliard. She could have made it, you know, but somehow something was stopping her dreams from coming true. Word seeped out, she was refused by ten of the best dance schools in the world."
Mokuba looked on, with surprise, "Refused? She is such a—I mean—she must have been too good not be refused…"
"That's what I was dumbfounded by!" Honda slapped his hand on the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh, "But soon more and more school she tried applying to had one by one declined her offer, it became almost a ritual that even her old dancing school in the city, the Domino Drama and Dance Hall had down-to-earth refused Anzu to come back for another class no matter how god she was. It was incredibly mind-blowing! Someone was definitely setting up traps for her—and soon, Yugi Mutou, uh, another friend of mine, had found out that the words led all the way up to Seto Kaiba himself! Whether he was bored and was ruining lives, or he was absolutely devastated of Mokuba's disappearance but if I had told you the next thing I could be telling you, it would the biggest gossip at the turn of the century! Uh, besides the engagement between Seto Kaiba and Shizuka Katsuya, of course…"
"Tell me," Mokuba whispered desperately, wanting to know. Really wanting to know...
"Mokuba left him a note! A goodbye note in fact!" Honda snorted angrily, turning on the corner, "Saying he left her because he hated the living bleeding guts of Anzu Mazaki! Blaming her for his brother's change or something so fucking ridiculous! As if stopping the love Seto had for him, all the things the Kaiba brothers had worked for—that little runt probably had no idea what he was talking about, or Seto had made it up because through that crazy separation between him and Mokuba, he became back his old self…cold, heartless…a bastard…"
"The crazier thing was that Shizuka had no absolute idea of the hatred Seto held for Anzu, and he was doing all this rage stuff with her brother because so she fall more in love with him when he began to flower her with caring words and gifts. Five years ago, if Mokuba didn't run away maybe life would have been better," Honda parked in a parking lot in front of a giant station.
"W-What happened to A-Anzu Mazaki…?" Mokuba asked timidly.
"Oh, she's living a content life," the shorter cop said, fingering his hat, "Behind the law and order that had bestow on her. She lives in a kind of life meant for men and not for a dancer, but she was strong and soon, she was able to make a modest living with an okay pay and she still see more of her friends…but that sort of flame in her heart, that had driven to want to become a dancer, had extinguished—"
"Don't say that!" Honda cried, but he continued unfazed.
"She's happy, she's content," the cop blabbered on, with his dull blue eyes boring into the raven-haired teenager's sapphire eyes, "She knows her limits, she is proud to be part of the force protecting the streets and people from dangers. She is a good cop, a great cop for the last two years."
"You can be more than just that," Honda growled angrily, "You deserve so much more."
"I don't, I just don't," the cop whispered, depressingly, "Dancing isn't for me…not anymore…"
"Wait a minute…" Mokuba looked at the nameless cop, asked him a question he never thought to ask, "Who are you?"
The feminine cop who looked at him with radiant blue eyes, like hard cobalt jewels, he had reached his hand and lifted off the navy hat that covered all his brown hair. With one pull, a stream of soft brown hair fell down, reaching down his elbows like a sweep of flash. Small bangs had clung over his slender eyebrows, and his eyes were revealed. It was dull, but a pure blue. It had still sparkled in the sun, but it did not sparkle with his heart. When his entire face was shown, he proved more than just being a man when he showed Mokuba his beautiful face.
"I'm Anzu Mazaki," the young woman murmured sadly.
What had he done?
To Be Continued
Sorry for the long wait, had other things to do. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please wait patiently for the next chapter.