POISON
Pairing: Kaiba Seto / Mazaki Anzu
Summary: Has Seto and Anzu's fight gone to far? Their disagreement ended up putting Mokuba in the hospital. Who long before you throw in the towel?
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh not mine. If it was I'd own all the voice actors. sigh that would be so nice.
A/N: I can't believe that I've reached chapter four. This has got to be the first time I've ever gotten this far with any story I've written. Yeah!!!! Sorry about the wait. I got off to a good start and ran smack into a wall at one little sentence. I don't believe in writers block, more a lose on inspiration. Luckily it's all back.
CHAPTER FOURThe scent of bleach and anesthetic assaulted Anzu's nose as she entered the hospital. She had always hated the smell. It reminded her too much of lives going disarray. Without wasting time Anzu approached the front desk.
"Excuse me," she tried to catch the nurses attention, "Can you please tell me what room Kaiba Mokuba is in."
The plump nurse glanced up for a second, shuffling through papers. "Kaiba Mokuba has yet to get out of emergency. He'll be placed in room 215, on the second floor. You can wait in the waiting room up there if you like." She smiled in triumph and held up a yellow post it note. "What relation do you have to the Kaiba's…" she trailed off. The young woman was nowhere to be seen.
Anzu rushed towards the nearest elevator and pressed the button. Half a minute later she was dancing on the spot. Why the heck was it taking so long? She scanned the area and spotted the stairs. Still no elevator, the stairs it was. Anzu brushed past a little girl in a wheelchair and disappeared into the stair well. Her entire mindset was stuck on the Kaiba brother's well being. Mokuba for his injuries she had yet to learn specifics for, and Seto for lord only knows what he thought about the ordeal.
She stepped out onto the second floor. A body was wheeled past her, the metal bed almost snagging her purse. Anzu pressed herself against the wall to stay out of the way. She had never seen so many medical doctors fussing over one person before. At least seven had been surrounding the bed as it moved with a few bickering amongst themselves, trailing behind. That being the case she couldn't see who the patient was.
The dancer turned to head in the opposite direction, towards the waiting room. She stopped short when her eyes locked on a chest she knew all too well. Kaiba Seto. Her eyes traveled up to meet his, shaded by rich brown locks of hair. He wasn't watching her though. He was focused on the congregation of physicians disappearing into a room with their patient. That could only mean one thing.
"Mokuba," she whispered, drawing Seto's attention, "Is he okay?"
He sneered down at her. "He was just in emergency Mazaki. You do the math."
Anzu ignored the comment, knowing that although he wasn't showing it, Seto was wound up tighter then a spring with anger and although hard to believe, an ounce of fear. "Are you okay?"
"Move," he growled.
"I'll move when you can convince me nothing is wrong."
Seto's eyes strayed back to Mokuba's temporary room. "Why does it matter to you what condition I'm in?"
If they weren't in such a public place she would have reached out and touched him. A few hours ago it would have been a slap, but circumstances had changed her thoughts to a hug.
She sighed, "You might be able to bring grown men to their knees with one glare and not break a sweat when defeating every guy in our gym class but you're still human, Seto. And I care about you. You can't discredit me for worrying. You matter to me. Please, are you okay?"
His eyes flickered for a moment. "Physically yes, now remove yourself from my path before I remove you." His cold tone was loosing some of its regular demand.
Anzu spun on her heels and approached Mokuba's hospital room. She didn't have to check the number to know it was his. A crowd of orderlies and interns had developed around the door. A soon as she reached them a tall shadow fell over the doorway. Each one scampered off at the sight. The perks of being Kaiba Seto. She froze in the door, shocked by the amount of machines hooked up to Mokuba.
"How is he?" she asked again.
Seto propelled her the rest of the way into the room with his hand on the small of her back. "A few bruises, sprained shoulder, five stitches and a concussion." His words leaked venom.
Upon entering the many doctors had fled the room. Anzu sent her boyfriend a puzzled look. He either ignored her or missed it. Instead he proceeded to the bed and sat on Mokuba's right. With a careful hand he brushed the black bangs out of his little brothers eyes.
Anzu gasped at the yellow-green bruise that marred his check. The young Kaiba looked small and fragile in the pale blue hospital gown. Opting to give Seto some time with Mokuba she quietly left the room.
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A half hour was as much time as Anzu could stand leaving Seto alone with his thoughts. She had driven around until deciding to pick up coffee and return. Anzu cautiously knocked on the hospital room door and entered, relieved to see him still inside. It was short lived when she saw Mokuba had yet to wake up. Seto didn't bother looking to check who had entered. He stood absentmindedly staring out the window, paying her no attention. As much as she wanted to yell at him Anzu couldn't bring herself to under the present circumstances.
Dropping her purse and keys on a chair she walked over to stand beside him, two coffees in hand.
"Here." She held one out to him. Black, one sugar, just the way he liked it.
"If you came back for an apology--"
Anzu quickly shook her head. "Can we please forget about that for right now?" He raised an eyebrow in response and silently accepted the coffee. A comfortable quiet settled over them. "I didn't poison it."
He looked down at her. "What?"
"You can drink the coffee," she said in amusement. The hot liquid soon entered Seto's mouth and slid down his throat. Anzu watched in fascination when in doing so the CEO tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The only word to pop in her mind was tempting. Each and every action he preformed brought out a never-ending want. Seto had an agility to die for. Realizing she was staring, Anzu dropped her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder.
Before she could stop herself she voiced the one question she had promised herself she wouldn't ask. "Mokuba's going to be okay, right?"
Seto's body tensed beside her. "The doctors put him under when we arrived. He should be waking shortly."
She threaded their finger together. "But why were there so many?"
"Kaiba Corp. donates a large sum to this hospital. They know if I'm not satisfied the funds will be pulled. Being now that my brother is a patient the staff tend to be over cautious." He sounded tired from the ordeal.
"What about you?" Anzu bit her lip, waiting for a retort.
He looked at Mokuba's reflection in the window. "I'll be fine when Mokuba wakes up."
Of course it had to do with Mokuba. Having lost both parents and being raised by his power hungry stepfather Gozaburo, his little brother was all he had left. Nothing came before Mokuba. Not even himself. But didn't Seto realize she was there for him? There was no longer any reason to shoulder everything by himself. Being scared wasn't a weakness and neither was letting it show.
Anzu set her empty coffee cup on the windowsill and placed Seto's beside it. She was surprised when he didn't fight in loosing his caffeine fix. But then by the feel of it he hadn't drank very much.
"Seto," her voice had just enough command to get him to look at her. "Kiss me." It was about the only action she could get away with ordering the billionaire to do for her. Even asking him to would have postponed the action from taking place.
Seto bent his head to meet her awaiting lips. Anzu shivered at the touch; His mouth slowly warming her inside out. He tasted faintly of coffee. It seemed on almost every occurrence her boyfriend was a different flavor. Vodka, peppermint, ice cream, whip cream, chocolate, and now coffee. She grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him closer.
All the built up stress and pain leaked into the kiss. Everything Seto had refused to admit to verbally came pouring out. The dancer took quickly to being his temporary outlet. She soaked in his problems and in return gave him her strength.
The one kiss turned into two, three and then four, the couple breaking only for air. Each one remained gentle and passionate. Seto held her tightly in his arms almost afraid to let her go; like some sort of silent plea. When she finally pulled back her face was flushed, while Seto looked like he would on any other day. He gave her a confused look when she began to giggle.
"Can you imagine if Mokuba had woken up to this?" she smiled, motioning between them.
He frowned, "I'd rather not."
"I still remember his reaction upon discovering us." Both brunettes turned towards the sleeping Mokuba, without moving apart.
"Scarred for life were his exact words," Seto replied, "If I remember correctly it wasn't nearly as horrific as he made it out to be."
Anzu gave him a half-hearted swat. "Your brother looks up to you for everything. I honestly believe he never pictured you with whip cream and as you so nicely put it, 'your rivals personal cheerleader.' Let alone all together on your innocent kitchen counter." It was something they would all laugh about in the future, but that future was very, very far away. "He even refused to look at me for the rest of the day."
"Hmm, his lose," he mumbled.
The young Kaiba shifted in his sleep, letting out a whimper. Anzu's heart skipped a beat in relief of the sight. During that one missed beat Seto made it to the side of the bed. He gently shook Mokuba's shoulder.
"Wake up Mokuba," he called, "It's only a dream."
Mokuba's foggy gray eyes slowly opened, trying to focus on whatever was in front of him. He grabbed his head with his free hand and groaned in pain. Anzu wasn't one bit surprised by the first word out of his mouth.
"Nii-sama?" he whispered.
"I'm right here Mokuba."
His eyes widened upon seeing exactly where he was. A little bit of fear crept onto his face. "Seto, what happened?"
"We were attacked and the incompetent fools hurt you." The billionaire worked to reign in his anger, and not spew it at the closest person.
"Oh," Mokuba replied.
Oh? What the heck? Mokuba was taking everything so maturely. The kid was eleven and he appeared to have no major worries whatsoever. Waking up in a hospital room wasn't an every day occurrence.
"Oh?!" Anzu asked, cutting in, "This is a massive deal Mokuba." She walked over to stand beside her boyfriend.
Mokuba winced at the volume of her voice before looking at her with his trademark smile. The bruise on his face took some of the joy she felt from seeing it. "Anzu! What are you doing here?"
"I came to make sure you guys were okay. I couldn't forget about my favorite Kaiba brother could I. Besides as you pointed out its Monday." She smiled remembering what he had said just hours earlier.
He stared at her in confusion. "Monday?"
"Yeah. I ran into the two of you today. You wanted to go for ice cream. . . . . . . ." she trailed off at the blank look he gave her. Oh boy. That couldn't be very good.
"I don't remember," Mokuba looked down at his lap in shame.
The older teens swapped glances, reading each other's mind. He had hit his head. The action gave the kid a concussion. Upon waking up he was having trouble remembering what had happened. But then it couldn't be that bad. Mokuba still had to fully wake up. Maybe it was all the drugs pumping into him. Anzu bit her lip already knowing any excuse she came up with wouldn't be enough.
"Mokuba," Seto's deep voice came out cool as a cucumber, "Tell us what you did today."
The nervous Kaiba fisted his right hand into the blanket. "Um. . . I went to school. . . . . and then. . . . and then I did my homework . . . . uh. . . . ." He looked close to tears. Anzu placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You showed up and said we would spend some time together," he ended.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The ticking of the clock pounded into the air. Seto stood up and began to pace. Probably not the best thing to do under the present circumstances.
"Do you remember what you two did together, Mokuba?" she asked taking her boyfriends seat. "It's okay if your mind draws a blank."
He gave her a watery smile. "Well, we were playing a game."
"And what game was that?"
He frowned, mirroring Seto's normal facial expression. "I don't remember." Came out in a hesitant whisper. He refused to look her in the eyes. Apparently the rough gray blanket held more interest. The sight pulled at Anzu. If there was anything she could do she would have done it. But she wasn't a doctor, she was an inexperienced senior high school student.
Anzu worked to make her voice cheerful. "it's okay Mokuba, I'm sure you'll remember with time. My guess is you're still half asleep you don't even remember what your school caf. served for lunch today." The comment got him to crack a sheepish smile. Glad to be of some use she stood up. "You might even be so lucky as to forget the whole whip cream disaster between Seto and I." Seto sent her a half hidden glance. It had never been something he liked reminiscing about.
"There is no need to bring up irrelevant events Anzu," Seto threw over his shoulder as he picked up his luck warm cup of coffee.
Oh yes there was. They always got to the CEO in the best of ways. The dancer moved in front of him and grabbed her empty coffee cup. With the most innocence she could muster she bite the rim, drawing his eyes to her lips.
"I specifically like the encounter with butterscotch ice cream. Your favorite ice cream if I'm correct." She swallowed a laugh at Seto's warning glare. Chances were having her present had convinced Seto that butter scotch was by far the best ice cream out there.
"A doctor should be in to see Mokuba," he stated, looking over her head to the hospital bed. "Mokuba?"
Anzu turned to see a surprised look on the bed ridden patients face. "Is something the matter Mokuba?" she asked. For some reason he sent them a shy smile.
"You're calling each other by your first names," he stated the obvious.
For the first time all evening Seto smirked. "How is that a problem Mokuba?"
"It's not, but you guys don't like each other. And--"
Anzu held up her hand to stop his train of thought. "Mokuba your brother and I are dating and have been for months now. You walked in on us in your kitchen when--" A firm hand on her shoulder stopped her from continuing. But before Seto could smooth things over Mokuba just about exploded.
"YOU WHAT!?!?!?!?!?"
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REVIEWSSparky16: Mokuba is my special squishy toy. It's not far that he got hurt but I have my reasons. University work has got to suck. But always remember that fanfics will never leave you. There, now don't you feel better?
TheAlmightyMasterT-Chan: Two very beautiful reviews. If you ever get Declan to dress like Seto I want to see ALL the pictures and then some. Not to mention the outfit, the Seto look a like personally. I promise to never tell him I think he is hot.
Starian Princess: Oh believe me, I don't ever update something I don't like. I rewrote chapter one four times before I thought it good enough. That fact that some many others think so is a wonderful bonus.
Kineticfairy: If I could I'd change Kaiba but then he wouldn't be the power hungry billionaire we all know and love. Who know, all that stubbornness could be very appealing.
twilight eyes 8120: One review from a person for an entire story is good enough for me. To know someone out there is reading it is the greatest.
Wandering Indigo Fire: Thanx!
thefutureMrs.Kaiba: Kaiba will forever be a very stubborn person. Apologizes aren't apart of his vocabulary. Isn't he lucky he has us to cure him of that. Oh the joys of a creative writing license.
peeps: thank you.
: You guess right about those people in the ally. They will appear when even I haven't figured out yet.
Sailor Tiamat: Sticking two very strong willed people in a relationship causes many mishaps. Whether one of them apologizes well, no promises can be made. As for her friends finding out. They can only keep a secret for so long……………..
chocoboanime: So many people claim that Anzu stinks. But if I had to pick out of the females in Yu-Gi-Oh she'd be the first.
Kris Bluesummers: I could never break the couple up, at least not for long. Congrates on the story!
sweetfiregirl: Your welcome. Thanx for the review.
sequha: I am trying my hardest to have the time for Your story I shall check out. Yikes, I'm starting to sound like Yoda.
Quickening-Heart: Yeah! Continuing as fast as possible.
Here4TheParty: Hunt me down! Hunt me down!
yoursolastsummer: Seto couldn't not be brotherly. That's one of the good things about him. Along with many others.
Luvinanime: Well, the kid is the younger brother of childhood genius Seto Kaiba, so he's got to be smart, and perceptive, and just down right adorable.
Ana: We could all go on a vacation to prevent mental breakdowns, for a time at least. Insanity is just apart of me, it would be half the fun.
Shiro: will do.