Kio: Thanks so much for the reviews. I love you all. This chapter we will see Anzu and Amelda interact, Anzu's contract will be signed, she'll be introduced to her crew (Back up singers ect. You'll recondnize a few of the girls and their guys.) And she'll perform one song that Amelda will see.
That would be Girls and Boys from Good Charlotte and Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, which is the song that won the contest for her. About the last chapter, I'm sorry for the misleading notes at the beginning. I was half way done with this when I noticed that I hated Amelda's dubbed name.
Also, Dartz's last name I made it up. It means Cold Key, which I think suits him well. And (I swear this is the last one for now) I'm using Varon's dubbies background. Yes folks, he's from down under!
Disclaimer: Don't own
Dude! Yami to Hikari or Hikari to Yami
Does this dress make me look fat? Anzu singing
No Tohru singing
You look fine Keiko singing
Nice Houmei singing
Girl Power! All
Anzu and Otogi talked with the small crowd, mostly consisting of media and important figures such as the mayor of Domino. Waiters carried trays of small finger foods such as sushi. Anzu had several pieces of Rainbow sushi, a type that had an amount of raw fish on top. (drools)
"So when is this Dartz guy supposed to show up? I'm starving." Anzu said quietly to Otogi.
"Just wait Anzu," he assured her while looking at the marble stage. Blue curtains obscured anything that was going on behind them. "Your going to be a pop star Anzu, you can't go on binge trips every day. Put that down!" He snatched a Tempura ice cream out of her hands and placed it back on the tray before it melted in his hands. (Ice cream deeply frozen, covered in Tempura batter and deep fried…I think)
"Otogi," she hissed at him, stomping on his foot again, making him wince. "If you would have stopped at a noodle shop or something we wouldn't have this problem." She pulled his collar down to her level and said very quietly, "If I don't get fed you are buying me all the Snickers I want. Understand?"
He nodded and she let go. If there was one thing you should never offer to buy Anzu it was any type of candy. Jou took a piece of gum from her once during elementary school and according to Honda; he wasn't walking straight for a week. Never ever mess with Anzu's candy.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," a speaker cleared his throat up on the stage. All eyes turned to the speaker, except for Anzu who was stuffing another Sushi into her mouth. "May I present to you, the CEO and founder of Hoshi Inc., as well as the main sponsor for the Teens with Talent Program, Samui Kagi Dartz!"
The room clapped loudly as a man with long blue hair and mismatched eyes greeted the crowd with a smile and a delicate wave. Members of the media snapped pictures and cameras were rolling.
"Thank you all for attending Hoshi Incorporated's Celebration Ball for the country wide Idol Search that took place." As Dartz spoke the blue curtains rolled back, revealing a giant flat screen. "Now, with great pride I present to you the winner of Idol Search, Mazaki Anzu."
The monitor focused onto Anzu. Anzu reaching for another sushi, she blinked at the screen and removed her hand from the plate with lightning speed to wave brightly with an award winning smile. How embarrassing…Jou is going to have a field day.
Several flashes shocked the young woman but she remained smiling.
At the Motou Residence…
Jou was howling with laughter, "Hah! Anzu got her hand caught in the cookie jar!"
Back to the story…
As jumpy as a cat in a dog pen, Anzu made her way to the stage; the room was dead silent except for her footsteps and the sound of people breathing. Otogi was giving her the thumbs up sign and mouthing words to her. Don't blush!
Dartz smiled in a warm and distant way to her as he bowed to her, while never taking his eyes off her as she bowed in turn. Don't blush…think of something else. It was then that she made the mistake of looking fully at Dartz, rather then his eyes. She blushed. Big time.
As she was regaining her composer Dartz was speaking to the audience again, "Ladies and gentlemen I will now ask Mazaki-san to grace us with the song that won the contest for her." All eyes turned to her. She nodded dumbly as Dartz handed her the microphone and moved off to the side of the stage.
Soft music began playing out of the speakers set up around the room. Anzu took a deep breath preparing to enter with her voice. A man caught her attention; a red headed man with piercing grays. His hair flowed neatly to his shoulders as if it was wet (Amelda's hair with no hair spray). He had on a plain black tux with a white tie. He was just staring at her.
Anzu shivered and began to sing.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
The man raised a brow, Anzu averted her gaze, she had been staring right at him.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
and I don't want to go home right now
She gained confidence and began to move her body with the words.
And all I can taste is this moment
and all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
She let her body calm down from the feeling that part in the song brought before continuing in sync with the words.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
She had lost sight of him during the rest of the song. The audience clapped loudly, she could hear Otogi's whistles of approval. She blushed deeply as Dartz began to speak again.
"As you can see, our judges made a fine choice," Dartz said calmly, smiling. "I myself will offer Mazaki-san the prize money and a two year contract with Hoshi Incorporated at a dinner latter tonight. I hope you enjoyed this small ball," the audience chuckled, "but I must bid you all farewell."
Dartz disappeared behind the curtain, as Anzu made her way back to Otogi.
"Anzu, that was incredible. You must sign the contract; this is a perfect opportunity to make some money! You could be rich." Otogi praised.
Anzu frowned, "Otogi, I'm not doing this for money. Any money that I do get out of this is going to my parent's savings account for me to go to dance school in America. Any money made from my possible career is going straight to Jounochi, Shizuka, Yuugi and Honda. That way they have collage money as well. Anything I spend won't be great in numbers."
Otogi yawned, "Anzu, sometimes you are too funny…" He glanced out of the corner of his eyes and turned. A teen with brown hair spiking in many directions with a pair of goggles fixed in it was approaching them. He was dressed in casual black slacks and a white button up shirt with a few left undone towards the top.
The teen stopped in front of them with a smile on his face, "Mazaki Anzu, Samui Kagi-san requests that you follow me," he spoke in slightly accented Japanese. "You nay come along as well, Otogi-san."
Anzu tilted her head, "Are you Japanese?" she asked.
The boy shook his head, "No, Australian." Okay…stop staring lady.
"Do you have a name?" Anzu asked.
"It's Varon."
"Oh."
"Now if you will please follow me." Varon started to walk towards a pair of large silver doors that swung open when he neared. Anzu and Otogi followed, looking around with awe.
The room was lit by hanging lights that shone brightly. A large western style table was set up in the middle. Several people were already seated; Varon pointed Otogi to his seat and escorted Anzu to her seat, pulling the chair out for her and setting himself on her left. To her right was an empty space, a large, well built blond man filled the space next to it. An auburn haired woman was across from Anzu, Otogi was to her left. A man with blond hair was seated next to the woman on her right. They were talking pleasantly.
Anzu wrung her hands in her lap, she was truly nervous. Otogi could offer no support from all the way across the table and then some. The big, muscular blond man scared her half to death. Well, there is Varon. He's friendly enough.
"Varon, who else is supposed to be here," she asked, motioning quickly to the empty seats.
Varon's blue eyes turned to her, "Samui Kagi-san for one and Amelda. Speaking of which he should be here soon, so like him. Late when his presence is requested, such an ass." Anzu blushed at his language, she was not shy to profanities, and hell she used the most interesting words with Jou and Honda, but using them at a table?
Varon blushed, "Eh, sorry, still getting used to a few customs." He said sheepishly.
Anzu smiled, "It's alright, a few of my friends don't even pay attention to certain customs." Varon's blush faded and was replaced by a laugh. Anzu joined him.
"Varon, speaking badly of a man when he's not even present to defend himself?" a voice mocked. Varon and Anzu turned around in their seats to stare at the man. It's him! Anzu thought.
Amelda stood behind them with his arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face. His gray eyes stared mockingly at Varon.
Varon look flustered for a moment before turning back in his seat and whispering to Anzu. "I didn't recognize him without the tight short shirt and no hairspray." Anzu giggled softly but it was cut off when Amelda sat gracefully in the chair next to her and cleared his throat. She blushed and snuck a glance at Otogi, who was looking as flustered as she was.
"Ah, it's good to see that everyone is finally present." A voice said as the body seated itself in the chair next to the blond man. Dartz filled the seat. All heads nodded in a polite way.
"Mazaki-san," Dartz began. "I believe you have met Varon. The man to your right is Amelda; the man next to him is Raphael. All three are my best employees." Dartz motioned to the blond man, "This is Date Seiji and his wife Date Nasuti; Nasuti-san will be managing your career." The kendo protégé?
To the table he said, "And this is Otogi Ryuji, the young creator of the new game, Dungeon Dice Monsters." Otogi let a small smile make his way to his face; it always made him happy when people complimented the game he spent so much time on.
Several servants brought them plates of onigiri (rice balls) with sides of pickled apricots. Anzu took a bite of one of her onigiri and a smile instantly found its way to her face. These are the best! So much better then the ones dad tried to make. Her father could cook many things, but rice always seemed to magically burn no matter how hard he tried.
Beside her, Varon nearly gagged on one of his.
"Are you okay Varon? Did it go down the wrong pipe?" she asked.
Varon shook his head and placed it back next to its brothers. "I guess I don't like 'em. Not a big fan of seaweed." He swallowed one of his apricots with a grin. "But Amelda likes them. This one time he-ack!"
Amelda slumped in his seat for a moment before his body jerked slightly. It was obvious what he did and why Varon was suddenly rubbing his calf. Anzu stared at Amelda in wonder. I didn't even feel him move past me. Amelda met his gaze calmly, as if daring her to say anything.
She didn't and turned her attention back to her rice balls. Creepy. She thought to herself.
The main course was yakitori, grilled chicken in a shicabob style. A small lump of wasabi paste was off to the side. Everyone except Amelda avoided the threatening green lump. Anzu was about to as well, chicken of any kind was a friend of hers as long as it didn't have a green free loader.
"Anzu-chan," Otogi said loudly from across the table. Oh no, what now? The occupants looked from him then to her and back to Otogi. "Didn't you say you liked wasabi?" Eyes turned to her, except for Amelda, who was busy smothering his chicken in the paste and Raphael, who chose to ignore the conversation since a dare was inevitable.
Anzu smiled politely, Otogi, you are dead! Dead! And smothered in cheese sauce and chips when I get through with you. "I don't mind it."
Otogi smirked, "Why don't you try some?"
She quirked a brow, "Is that a challenge, Otogi Ryuji?"
"You read my mind."
"I accept." This shocked even the calm auras of Date Seiji and Date Nasuti.
"Anzu-san," Naste began, "maybe you should avoid the paste. It can upset the stomach and senses greatly." Varon nodded in a agreement, "Yea, I nearly seat my tongue on fire cause I thought it was guacamole."
Amelda snickered to himself. Oh, and what entertainment that was. I never knew a man who would eat kitty litter to escape the clutches of wasabi.
Anzu put on a determined smirk and coated her meal with the green paste that seemed to be mocking her at this moment. "It's alright, I can handle anything." Slowly she picked up a small piece with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth. This was enough for Dartz, Seiji and Nasuti and they returned to their own meal. Varon watched her in disbelief and Otogi was grinning like a treasure cat.
At first there was nothing. That faded into a burning inferno in her mouth and burned her nostrils. Eyes watering she swallowed and glared at Otogi. He quickly returned to his meal.
"Alright, any shela who can take that stuff is a chum of mine." Varon said brightly, helping himself to another hunk of chicken. Anzu could only nod and sip her water in a great full way. Yikes! It only made it hotter then before!
Amelda was quite amused at this scene. Stupid woman bit off more then she could chew. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She IS only a girl. He thought. Almost sighing he nudged her arm. She looked at him with wide blue eyes. His own gray eyes darted from her remaining rice ball and then to her. She tilted her head as if to say. You want it?
He shook his head and pointed to his wasabi and then to her food and then the rice ball and finally her mouth. Eat the rice ball to get ride of the taste. Her lips formed a silent 'o' and she took a bite out of the rice ball the raging fire in her mouth as calmed by the rice, when she finished chewing and swallowing the bite she flashed Amelda a smile as if to say: Thanks.
The meal ended shortly, the table was cleared by the same servants. (Amelda was brought a bowl of warm noodles since he claimed he was still hungry and was eating them silently) One handed her a blue folder. "The contract papers, Mazaki-san." Dartz said.
Anzu looked down at the contract. For a large multi-aspect company like Hoshi Inc., The contract was only two pages long in neat black text.
…In any accident, Hoshi Incorporated will take only professional responsibility…Upon the signing of this document; performance at any tournament of even sponsored by Hoshi Incorporated…A vaccine is required with presence of escort…at all performances and professional outings escort must be present… Anzu frowned.
"Is there a problem, Mazaki-san?" She looked up into his mismatched eyes and shivered. A cold look was in them but was soon replaced by one of concern.
"It mentions a few tasks and dates; that I must have an escort." She said, with the frown still on her face.
Dartz answered without missing a beat. "Yes, Hoshi Incorporated tries to maintain a presentable legal record. In the past we have found that having talents we are employing monitored by an escort works very well." What past? I don't like this, He's not telling me something. I don't even think I should sign. But what about dancing? And Yuugi and Jou. They would all be disappointed if I passed up the opportunity to get myself into dancing school. Plus this is also for them; they won't have to worry about collage money if this works out.
"If you don't mind me asking, who will be my escort should I sign?" Anzu asked slowly.
Again he answered as if he knew what the outcome would be. "Amelda."
Amelda, who was swallowing a large noodle, looked up abruptly with a shocked look. His grey eyes were wide and the noodle was hanging out of his mouth. "Mmph?" Wait a second, this was what he meant? I thought this was a…damn.
The table except for Dartz and Raphael turned to him. Seiji had a bored look and turned his gaze back to the table. Nasuti and Anzu had amused expressions. Otogi and Varon were sharing the same grin. Amelda dropped his chopsticks in the bowl and swallowed the noodle, hanging his head. His red bangs covered his eyes.
"Is there a problem, Amelda?" Dartz asked calmly. Amelda stiffened, his Orichalcos stone around his neck burned slightly. Its message was clear. Dartz was his master. To defy him meant death. He shook his head mutely. This is for my brother.
Anzu looked at the papers and signed neatly.
Ring!
Anzu groaned and closed the pillow over her head. Otogi had dropped her off at nine but after constant calls from friends, family, (crazy people she didn't even know!) she didn't go to bed until two. And now the phone was ringing.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!
With a sigh, she rolled over on her bed and picked it up, "Hello? This is Anzu."
"Anzu-san?" a female voice said over the line. "This is Date Nasuti, your manager. I was hoping that you would join me later today to meet your crew so to speak."
Anzu perked up instantly. "Sure! What time do you want to come by?"
"I'll be there in about an hour. Just dress casual. And please, call me Naste."
Anzu smiled brightly, "Okay, you can just call me Anzu."
"I'll see you soon Anzu, bye." The line went dead with a small click. Anzu sighed and set it back down and swung out of bed. She completed her morning routine of showering, brushing her teeth and other female needs. She dressed in one of Jou and Shizuka's outfits. Loose baggy jeans, a black shirt that said in red letters "Faith". She put on the black visor and bracelets that Honda bought her. She left the wrist bands on the dresser next to the Kaiba brother's gift.
When she slid down the stair railing she was greeted by a note on her mother's maple table.
Anzu-
I had to go into work early today for a meeting in Sendai; I'll be back in the morning. Your father is in Tokyo for a meeting as well and will be joining us next Saturday. Please behave. No wild parties and don't let Jounochi mess with my table. It needs to be waxed twice a day and polished.
Mom.
Anzu rolled her eyes and slipped the note into her pocket. Mom is so obsessed with that thing. She sat down on the couch and waited for Naste to arrive. Her cellular phone rang loudly. Anzu looked on her screen. Unknown she glared at it for a moment before hitting the ignore button. "Damn people who keep calling me who say I owe them something…"
The door bell rang a moment after the call. Anzu jumped off the couch and grabbed her purse and opened it. Naste was out one the front porch, a large red jeep was waiting on the side of the street. Naste herself was dressed in dress white slacks, a blue blouse with a white vest over it. "Ready to go?"
Anzu nodded and closed the door, locking it with her keys and placing them back inside her purse. "I'm ready." Naste motioned to the jeep and they both climbed in. As Naste drove down to the café she began a conversation.
"Anzu, your sixteen right?"
"I'll be seventeen next August."
"Seventeen is a very fun age. Things happen, wonderful things." Naste briefly looked down to her wedding ring that was resting on her index finger. Anzu followed her gaze. I wonder what kind of things.
They reached the café at two on the dot. Naste led her over to a table where three woman were seated. One had long brown hair in two braids and bright blue eyes like Anzu, The next girl had short brown hair with honey colored eyes. The last girl had brown hair as well that reached her shoulders like the second girl, but her eyes were brown.
Anzu and Naste slid into the booth across from the three. "Anzu this is Honda Tohru, she's your electric guitarist and backup singer." The blue eyes girl grinned brightly and waved. Anzu waved back. Nasuti waited until the two were done before moving on, this time to the girl with honey eyes. "This is Yukimura Keiko; she's your bass guitar and backup singer as well." Keiko nodded her head to Anzu.
"And last, but certainly not least this is (Don't hit me) Ringo (Peace be with you) Houmei, your expert in procession." Naste finished. Anzu blinked when all the girls stared at her suddenly.
"Keiko," Houmei asked.
"Yes, Houmei?"
Houmei gained a grin on her face, "What is the best way to get to know a fellow girl?"
"A sleepover?" Tohru suggested.
"A movie?" said Naste.
Keiko shook her head and all the girls looked at Anzu suddenly, "Shopping!" they exclaimed. Anzu sweat dropped. And I thought Mai was bad.
They climbed into Naste's jeep, or Clown Car as Houmei called it. Naste driving, Houmei in the passenger side and Tohru and Anzu in the back.
"Anzu-chan, I liked your singing." Tohru said blushing.
Anzu turned to the girl, "Really? I didn't know I was that good."
"You are Anzu-chan, a lot better then I am at least." Tohru looked down at her hands.
Anzu frowned, "Don't be like that Tohru, don't base your self outlook based on what other people think. Just be yourself." Tohru smiled, "I will, I'm sorry."
Anzu smacked her forehead, "No Tohru, don't be sorry for everything."
"Right I'm…I mean okay." Anzu smiled and leaned back in the seat.
The group arrived at the mall moments later, for woman with such a quite husband, Naste could drive like a maniac. After entering the mall the girls hit another café, Rei's
"Now," Naste began. "What kind of music do you expect out of these three?"
Anzu thought for a moment, "I don't want them to be my crew-" A round of gasps and hurt looks flashed around the table. "I want us to be a band; I don't want to be the center of attention." The looks changed back to happiness. Houmei broke the silence.
"Alright!" she said pumping a fist into the air. "Now we need a name and a genre."
Keiko and Tohru conversed for a moment. "What about pop and we could call ourselves the Nekos."
Naste shook her head. "I think we should stay clear of the pop section. Too much bad publicity. I like the name though." There was silence around the table. "What about a rock band?" Anzu suggested.
Houmei thought for a moment. "Yea! That'll work, it's in and people can connect." Tohru and Keiko nodded; they turned to Naste who pondered over it. "Yes, that will work nicely."
Houmei again pumped her fist into the air and cheered loudly, "Yes! We are the Nekos!"
Keiko sweat-dropped and whispered to Anzu, "You wouldn't believe that she was a shy young girl five years ago. Not since he came around." Anzu raised a brow, "He?"
"Houmei!" An irritated male voice hissed. They turned to see a tall, angered sandy blond haired man with an apron on. Houmei flopped back down in her seat and nudged Tohru, "Here he comes to spoil my fun." Tohru giggled but blushed when the man's glare turned on her.
Naste raised a brow and stared at the man with a gaze that she obviously picked up from Seiji, "Genjo-san. Do you have a problem that I can assist you with?" Genjo blushed faintly and sank down in an empty seat, across from Houmei and next to Anzu.
Houmei composed herself, "Anzu, this is Genjo Sanzo, Sanzo this is Anzu; she's the Idol Search winner." Sanzo glanced to Anzu before turning back to Houmei, "Yeah, yeah, nice singing but Houmei please tell me why you came here and decided to make a scene?"
Houmei frowned, "We came to get to know Anzu better since we're going to be working with her and since we formed a band about two minutes ago. This means I'm going to be practicing a lot more." Sanzo shuttered All the noise…
"That nice, but why did you pick this café?" he asked, more then slightly annoyed.
Houmei grinned and leaned across the table to tap his nose. "Just to see your smiling face." Sanzo scowled and stood up and ruffling her hair in the process. "Well, I must be getting back to work, before the monkey burns all the coffee, that's the last thing I need." With that he walked off towards the back. "I love you too!" Houmei shouted. Sanzo tripped into the kitchen while several men snickered to themselves.
"Houmei, don't you think that was a bit mean? He couldn't have done anything that bad to deserve that." Tohru asked.
Houmei gained a dark look. "He threw out all the yam-yams." She muttered.
Keiko, Naste and Tohru winced; Houmei was very protective of any sweets. Anzu on the other hand shared the same look. "No one messes with candy and gets away with it." She hand Houmei shared a looked of agreement. (Run Sanzo run!)
Naste sighed, "Well, ladies. Let's go get you guys a make over. We need to establish a trade mark." They left Rei's without ordering for the second time that day.
Naste first led them to a salon where all the girls were given bright blue streaks. Anzu and Tohru found the idea brilliant. Houmei was apathetic about it. Keiko on the other hand they had to hold down and gag so the poor stylist could finish.
The next stop was to Yoshi Yoshi for new outfits. Naste let them choose but she had it very clear there had to be blue, black or red tops and black or white pants. (Anzu found that her outfits from Jou matched this perfectly) Keiko and Tohru got a collection of arm ordainments, courtesy of Naste's nagging. Naste also selected black spiked collars that had their name inscribed in jagged letters. Houmei nearly picked one up for Sanzo but Naste talked her out of it.
The girls were given a break while Naste made a call to order cat ears, tails and fur cuffs from a store in Tokyo.
Tohru moaned and fell on the bench, dropping her bags next to Keiko's. "Naste's never done this much shopping before." Anzu nodded and leaned against Tohru, "I've known her two days and already I'm agreeing with that. I never knew you could spend more then an hour in Yoshi Yoshi."
Keiko laughed and sat down near Tohru's feet, "Naste can spend an hour comparing two shade of green. You should see her for birthdays." Houmei nodded. At that moment Naste came back. "Alright, the order will come in about two weeks. So that gives us two weeks to come up with a few songs so we can practice in costume."
The sat in silence until a tall blond haired woman dragged a well dressed man in a jewelry store. Through the windows they could see her pointing out all kinds of rings and necklaces and pointing to the man with a scowl on her face.
Anzu scoffed. "I hate woman like that."
Tohru shook her head, "Educated with money."
Keiko, "Girls and boys… such a confusing subject."
Houmei glared at the woman, who was storming out of the store, leaving the poor man. "Girls like that like men for their money and nothing else."
Naste nodded, "Truly sad. Let's get going ladies. I have to drop off Anzu, pick up Yasashiku from preschool and start dinner." Houmei sighed melodramaticly.
"Amazing, from shopping to mom in five seconds." Houmei said. Naste sighed and thumped her on the head. "Car, ladies."
Naste dropped her off at six on the dot. Just when she sat her bags down and flopped on the couch her cell phone rang. "This is Anzu."
"Come outside, you need to be taken for your shots." The line went dead. Anzu glared at it before snapping it shut and tossing it in her purse. Amelda was sitting on a motorcycle in front of her house. His eyes were covered with a pair of yellow tinted goggles. His hair was higher up and reached his ears and seemed to defy gravity. Instead of the dress outfit he had on a tight grey shirt that reached his chest. Black pants and a black and grey trench coat with the buckles undone and jutting in different angles. A green stone was held tightly around his neck by a brown cord. His head suddenly turned towards her and motioned for her to hurry.
Anzu locked her door and walked forward she paused when she got to him. "I'm not getting on that." Amelda cut the engine abruptly and flipped the goggles up. "Get on the bike." He said shortly.
Anzu glared at him, "There are no seat belts and no helmet. I don't think so." Amelda glared at her and stepped off the bike. Anzu showed no signs of fear. She stood up to Kaiba; she could stand up to him.
Amelda towered over her by at least a foot. "Get on the bike or I'll carry you over there and put you on it myself." Anzu glared at him, "I dare you."
Before she could comprehend what was happening she was facing the ground and Amelda was carrying her to the bike. "Amelda! Put me down!" He did so, on the bike. Amelda gave her a triumphant smirk and started the bike and sped off down the street.
"Now Mazaki-san this might hurt a bit." The doctor said, holding a needle above Anzu's bicep. Anzu glared venomously at Amelda, whose hand she was holding. Amelda paid no mind to her glare. "Just give her the damn shot."
The doctor nodded and injected the needle into her skin. Anzu's eyes widened and she squeezed Amelda's hand with enough force to crack a walnut. Amelda's eyes as she clamped on it. Ouch…
And then, all hell broke loose.
Anzu screamed loud enough to wake the dead, all while squeezing the life out of Amelda's hand. (This had lost feeling)
Two weeks later
Anzu nodded and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked to Houmei, Keiko and Tohru. "Should we try it again?"
Tohru nodded, "Yeah, I think we almost got it." Tohru examined her guitar before plugging it back into the amplifier. The cat items had come in just as promised. Naste also ordered little fangs that fit over their canine teeth for affect. Each girl looked much like a humanoid cat now.
The spot in the park was occupied by a the wooden stage they had rented out for practice. Yuugi, Jou, Honda and Amelda sat in the chairs that were set up on the grass to watch them perform. Naste and her little boy Yasashiku sat next to Yuugi, who was playing a clapping game with the boy.
Anzu and Amelda had grown closer ever since the day of the shot. Anzu had nagged Amelda into buying himself a helmet for his bike. Amelda convinced Anzu that motorcycles were not demons in hiding. There where times when Amelda forgot his mission for Dartz.
Anzu clipped her headset back on her ear and nodded to Keiko, who started to play her bass guitar and set the rhythm. Tohru and Houmei joined her.
Educated Anzu began.
With money
He's well dressed not funny
And not much to say in most conversations
But he'll foot the bill in all situations
'Cause he pays for everything
They paused. All eyes were turned to them.
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
Paper or plastic, don't matter she'll have it
Vacations and shopping sprees these are a few of her favorite things
She'll get what she wants if she's willing to please
His type of girl always comes with a fee
Hey now there's nothing for free
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys girls like cars and money
All of these boys and all of these girls are losing their souls in a material world
Houmei finished the song with a small drum roll before smashing a goldensymbol. Their small audience clapped loudly, along with a few whistles from Jou and Honda. Anzu grinned and jumped off the stage, brushing a blue piece of hair out of her eyes.
Yuugi ran up to great her, with little Yasashiku perched on his head. "Anzu, you were great. I mean the song has improved a lot. Not that it was bad or anything but…" Anzu smiled and patted her friend on the shoulder. "Yuugi, I know what your trying to say, and thanks."
Yuugi blushed and stared at Anzu, "You're—"
"Daddy!" Yasashiku interrupted from Yuugi's head. The yellow haired child pointed to an approaching figure. Anzu chuckled and removed the child from Yuugi's head. He immediately began to run towards his father.
Seiji picked up the boy with out a second thought and swung him up into the air before catching him. Naste joined the two, fussing over her son. Anzu smiled, "They look so cute together."
Yuugi nodded. "Are Tohru-san and Honda cousins?" he asked suddenly.
Anzu nodded, "I think so. On Tohru's dad's side. Their first cousins I think." She turned her head to the stage, where Honda and Tohru were chatting pleasantly. Yuugi stared at the clock tower in the middle of the park. "Oh man! I have to go Anzu; I promised Grandpa I'd help him with the shop today. I can't walk you home." He said sadly.
Anzu turned back to him, "It's okay Yuugi, Amelda is giving me a ride home after we're done." She assured him. Yuugi's face fell slightly before he perked up so Anzu wouldn't worry. "I'll see you later then. Bye." He walked off after she returned the good bye.
Anzu jogged over to where Amelda was sitting; she sat down gracefully in the seat next to him, "So, did you like the song?" Amelda turned towards her. "It was alright."
She punched him lightly on the shoulder, "Can I ever get your personal opinion on things?" she asked irritated. Amelda frowned and bopped her on the head in a less then gentle way. "Must you be so irritating?" he countered.
She glared at him mutely before he turned away. "You guys are ready to practice again. Hurry up, I have better things to do then babysit."
Anzu looked at him with a hurt look before running back on the stage. Jerk.
Kio: Done! Over 6000 words! I hope you guys are happy. If anything seemed weird I'll fix it in the next chapter. There will be more Kaiba in the next chapter and a few new songs. Flames will be used to light Yami on fire!