Where This May Lead
Epilogue
"Where are you taking me?" she asks, slinging her arms around his neck as he carries her up the stairs. He grins – a gesture that never fails to make her melt – and replies, "Somewhere."
"Somewhere?" She raises an eyebrow at him. He keeps his gaze steadily fixed in front of him. "Come on, Seto, how many places in this house haven't I seen yet?"
"One."
"So is that where you're taking me?"
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, we've used every other room in the house." She smacks him on the shoulder and he smirks, retorting, "You asked."
Smiling, she lays her head on his chest and thinks that, had someone told her a year ago that she would be here, in Seto Kaiba's arms, in his beach house, she would have asked them if they were on crack. She laughs quietly but he notices.
"What?"
"Just thinking. You know, a year ago if anyone had told me I'd be here now, I'd have paid for their CAT scan."
"You would be that kind," he murmurs. Suddenly, she finds herself on her feet again, facing a solid, familiar chest. She reaches up to ensure that the sheet she is using as a toga is still in place. He leans toward her ear and instructs, "Turn around."
She obeys and the vista takes her breath. She stares at the beauty of the ocean for moments on end. There is a storm brewing and it reminds her of the man whose arms are wrapped around her.
"I'm assuming you like," he whispers, kissing her neck softly.
"I love."
"Me too."
And he isn't just talking about the scenery.
The next morning finds them returned to the same balcony.
"Would you like to go home?" he asks. He is nervous about broaching this subject. There are so many things that could wrong in the next few moments.
"Home?" she asks, sipping at her juice. She is radiant in the early morning sunlight. "I thought we were staying for the weekend. If it's important though, we can leave after breakfast."
Seto believes that there isn't a woman he could love more. Her total comprehension and acceptance of him and his situation is unparalleled. She does not question his motives and, in return, he can never betray her trust.
This time, however, she is mistaken.
"No. I meant: would you like to go back to Domino?"
She blinks. "Together?"
"Yes."
"But that means seeing… well, everyone. Are you sure that's what you want to do?" She speaks as though he is not the one asking for the trip.
Sighing, he nods. "I thought that, perhaps, you might like to have your friends at our wedding."
Her eyes widen to the size of saucers and, through his anxiety, he still thinks she is adorable.
"A-are you asking me to – to marry you?"
He winces.
Mokuba is early. He hopes, however, that he is not too early. He knows what Seto has planned to ask Anzu. Mokuba doubts that he will receive an unfavourable answer.
He parks beside Anzu's – no, Seto's Porsche. Grabbing his bag from the passenger seat, he strides into the deserted living room. No matter, he hardly expects to find them waiting for him.
He begins his search with Seto's bedroom. The door is open and the bed is in a state so Mokuba knows that, at least, they are in the house. The kitchen is similarly devoid of life. Eventually, he decides that they must be upstairs.
Sure enough, he finds them on the balcony. It was the reason Seto bought the house in the first place. They are asleep (and decent, thankfully); Seto on his back and Anzu lying beside him, her arm slung across his chest. Even in his sleep, Mokuba notes, Seto holds her possessively.
Rays of fading sunlight glinting off Anzu's finger catch Mokuba's eye. The diamond is worth a small fortune, the platinum band and exquisite craftsmanship cost slightly less. Seto, however, had not cared.
Before he even realizes it, Mokuba has launched himself on the betrothed couple like a sugar-happy seven-year-old.
GLOMP!
AN: Oh come on! Who didn't know where this was leading?