POISON

Pairing: Mazaki Anzu / Kaiba Seto

Summary: Everything looks like it's calmed down, but one spark can ignite a forest fire of complications.

Disclaimer: sigh Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. To stop the depression I've joined in the happy hour.

A/N: For the first time I have no idea what to write. Life sucks like usual, I hate work and waiting for fanfiction updates is screwing with my mind. I never was one for patience. That, everyone is my life summary. Hope you enjoyed it.

CHAPTER SIX

It had been four days since the attack on the Kaiba brothers. Mokuba was faring well. With an optimistic attitude he claimed the memories of Anzu dating his big brother would return. But for the present time he was overjoyed with the idea.

Seto on the other hand, had turned in on himself, becoming cynical and bitter. Not that that was a surprise. Somehow word had leaked out about Mokuba's well being and the stalk of Kaiba Corp. had dropped. Almost like all of Japan finally realized that Seto and Mokuba weren't immortal and their deaths would bring about destruction. Personally Anzu doubted the still multibillion dollar company could ever go bankrupt. But then the CEO's opinion on the matter outranked hers. He was the most stressed she could ever remember seeing him. All week, around the clock Seto had been working to fix the complications with little progress. And who wouldn't be? First off his little brother had been attacked on account of him. Because of it his business was loosing money and some unknown employee of Seto was scamming Kaiba Corp. Talk about stressful.

For those four days Anzu hadn't been able to see her boyfriend and it was driving her crazy. She had come up with the idea of running into Seto at their favorite club, that unbeknownst to Mokuba they enjoyed meeting at every Friday night. Thus why she was presently seated at the bar, fiddling with an empty martini glass. Heiji, the bartender, had finally caught on and no longer bothered her with offers of more to drink. By now the brunette had memorized every square inch of the club entrance with no sign of the enticing billionaire. She had even picked up on the bouncer, Dayu's habit of running his thumb down the side of the clipboard he held, full of names of people who were never going to show up.

A cold exploring hand was placed on her bare shoulder. She glanced up to see a smiling redhead. "Hey, babe. Is this seat taken?" Yes. My purse likes the eye-catching view of the dance floor. Those flashing lights are to die for.

"No," Anzu replied, turning her back to the young man. Maybe she should just go home. If Seto hadn't shown up yet he wasn't going to.

The barstool let out a wheeze as the redhead sat down. "You're not one to talk much are you?" And you're one to talk far too much, like an annoying little itch, in that one spot you can't reach.

"The mood hasn't struck me as right," she tossed over her shoulder.

The young man gestured for the bartender. "I'd like a screwdriver and for the chick……………." He trailed off, waiting for Anzu to give her input.

She absentmindedly shook her head. "Nothing for me, thanks." A person had to be able to drive home and she was already zoning out from exhaustion. Not to mention the headache attacking her right behind her eyes.

"Make that two screwdrivers," her unwanted drinking buddy ordered. Whatever. By the time it arrived she be on her way home. "Hey," He placed his hand back on her shoulder, "How about we change the mood?" Oh goodness no! The creep was trying to pick her up. Darn you Seto, she wanted to curse. Where was he when she needed him?

Anzu moved back, causing him to drop his hand. "Actually, I'm seeing someone. Sorry."

His smile turned sickening. "I don't see him. What could it hurt if for one night I showed you a good time?" He got that look in his eyes, which all guys got when they couldn't 'help' but think about dirty little things.

Creep. Go ahead and hit on some other under aged girl. "Look, whoever the heck you are," Anzu said, finally turning to face him. She paused in her thoughts when she realized the creepy guy had to be at least ten years older then her. Gross. "From the moment you approached me you've pegged me as someone I'm not. I am quite familiar with the club life and am experienced in the arts of drinking and dance. I'm not some sleazy hoe playing the pity card, looking for a one night stand. And I have I wonderful relationship with my boyfriend. Feel free to use the barstool as long as you want, but you aren't free to hit on me and start up a conversation where the isn't any."

Upon the exhale of her last sentence a Sweet Maria was placed in front of the brunette by Heiji. He gave her a praising look saying both, 'You go girl!' and 'Damn!' What would she ever do without him? Most likely find someone else to make her drinks just the way she liked them.

"Thanks Heiji," she said, picking up the glass, "Put it on his bill. He earned it," Anzu motioned to the redhead. She hopped off the stool and walked further into the club. Her little outburst had been medicine for the soul. It had been awhile since she had blown up at anyone, excluding Seto. Blowing up at him was tradition. Not to mention the making up part. Bad thought's, Anzu. Bad, she scolded herself.

Now in a better mood, she polished off her drink and joined in all the dancing. Not until the third song, or set of songs, did Anzu come to the conclusion that drinking two very tempting beverages and moving around none stop shortly after, would cause someone to be in desperate need of the washroom. She took off towards the back of the club, to reach then. In doing so Anzu missed seeing the young CEO silhouetted against the doorway.

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Pounding music crashed into Seto as he entered the club. He paused for a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light change before heading straight for the bar. Like some kind of hidden magic the crowds of people parted and let him through without bashing elbows or knees. A smirk fell across his face at the immense amount of power he held at the young age of seventeen. He spotted a stool and quickly claimed it. Not even thirty seconds later Heiji was asking what he would like.

"Has Anzu been here?" he asked, passing on the alcohol.

A satisfied look settled on the bartenders face. "She's here. She put on a very nice show earlier." Heiji stood, drying off a glass, and enjoying leaving Kaiba in such suspense. For at least a few seconds. He couldn't have picked a worse time.

"What did she do?" Seto growled. His attitude had no effect whatsoever on Heiji.

Although the glass was already dry, he continued polishing it. "She told off some guy who couldn't take a hint. She's got a lot of spunk that girl. She thinks your relationship is wonderful by the way."

Seto let out a sigh. Leave it to Anzu to pull something of the sort. She never was one to except what life gave her. If she didn't like it then it got changed. Whoever it had been was lucky to get away when they did. The billionaire ordered a Thoroughbred Cooler to help relax himself. He spun around to watch the dance floor in order to find the only person he wanted to see for the moment. By the time his drink arrived he still hadn't found her. Maybe it was paranoia but Seto had a bad feeling about it.

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The restroom door opened to the song Poison by Groove Coverage. Anzu's favorite. Ever since that night she considered it their song. Seto and hers. It brought them together and was a good description of their relationship. Stepping out into the hallway, the dancer couldn't help but hum along. A shadow drew her attention, as it appeared to form out of the wall. Glancing up she watched the shadow turn into the same redhead from the bar. Of course he had to appear once she began to enjoy herself. Not bothering to acknowledge the jerk she attempted to step around him.

An arm shot out to prevent her from passing. "Leaving so soon, babe?" he asked. Shadows splashed across his face making it impossible to see what he was thinking. "Dance with me. If that doesn't suit you we can always go somewhere else."

Not again! Unwilling to make a scene a second time, Anzu ignored the redhead and forcefully pushed his arm out of the way. She didn't get very far before he grabbed her arms and slammed her against the wall. The force caused her to ram her head, in no way helping her headache.

"Who said you could go anywhere?" He leaned in close so that she could feel his breath against her cheek. Thankfully he seemed to understand breath mints. The redhead was pressed up against her, enabling her to fight back. If only she was able, Anzu would have destroyed what little manhood he had. That was what her beautiful knees were meant for.

"Keep your slimy body to yourself," she spat.

"Mmmmm," he mumbled, "Like this?

A wet tongue slowly ran up the side of her face. Anzu jerked her head away, but she could only move so much. Guess it was time for plan b. She inhaled as much air as she could, and let lose her vocal cords. With her luck she wouldn't even be heard over the music. Her scream echoed in her stalkers eardrums and he jumped back in shock. She made to escape, when he smashed her back against the wall a second time. His hand clamped over her mouth.

"You bitch!" he hissed, through the R&B blaring to her left. He managed to keep her from moving while one hand dug around in his pants pocket. "I was going to go easy on you, but you've just changed my mind," The words were spoken low; to make sure they were heard.

All she had to do was remain calm. There was nothing to worry about. Someone was bound to need a washroom break soon and then they would find her. Everything was going to be okay. No need to panic. A syringe was shoved between the pair, as her attacker used his teeth to remove the plastic covering the needle. Start panicking!

He spit the plastic to the floor. "Sweet dreams," he sneered.

The brunette began to struggle wildly against the redhead. Her mind overrun with traumatizing scenarios of what he would try to do with her when she couldn't fight back. Slowly the needle was inserted into her neck, and after that it was a blur. Anzu felt every ounce of the drug pumped into her. She didn't think he had emptied the entire thing when someone yanked him off of her and threw the redhead into the girl's washroom, splintering the door. Once she was given freedom to move the dancer crumpled to the floor.

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The sound of wood splinting was music to Seto's ears; louder then the music being played around the corner in the club. Upon witnessing another man harassing his girlfriend he had gone into a blind rage, which ended up with the attacker lying unconscious, on a pile of splinters in the girl's washroom of the night club.

He could have sworn on his three blue eyes the shrilling sound that was faint over the music had come from Anzu. No one else at the bar or around it showed any signs of hearing the scream. But knowing Anzu was out there, most likely getting into trouble, had pushed him to look for her. Now she lay on the club floor, her skin pale under the faint light provided.

A small crowd had already begun to form, curious about all the racket. Ignoring them, Seto knelt down beside Anzu and brushed the hair out of her face. A little trail of blood ran down her neck from where the needle had been ripped out. Whoever came up with such an idea would pay dearly. Revenge was an art. But for Seto it was his masterpiece.

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REVIEWS

Vaz1201 and Demona: Mokuba's shockness will most likely be passed on to the others. For many similar reasons.

whitejellO: Everyone has secrets but secrets are always meant to be shared. Like with a certain group of friends……….

sempaiko: The whip cream will never die. I can grantee it will be mentioned again. After all, Anzu does enjoy teasing Kaiba.

Ebon-Rose: I'm so glad you've enjoyed it. Thanx! As for Yami he is one of my favorite characters. Like you said, all about the mystery.

thefutureMrs.Kaiba: Arigato.

yoursolastsummer: I agree, but one on one time is so hard to find. I wrote the last chapter to give you guys some fluff before even more happens. But I shall try my hardest.

dbz422: Thank you.

LuvinAnime: So true. Fluff is good. Sap is bad. And even more fluff is wonderful.

sweetfiregirl: I ever review says you like Poison then I welcome it. I just hope you keep on liking it. Cliffhangers and all.

Here4TheParty: grin Thanx!

sogs: There will be lost of time before the end. On account of the epilogue, I had the entire story mapped out before I even began writing it. I know the goings on of every chapter and how much some of you will want to make threats over the cliffhangers. evil laugh

gladdecease: Not to give anything away, but what are hidden relationships without the embarrassment? wink

Kris Bluesummers: Chapter five was more of a laid back chapter, were we got in some Anzu/Seto time. Because, in case you haven't noticed, all heck is about to break loose. And so the plot thickens.

Ana: Read two more chapters and still the attackers are at large. I wonder why that is? No need to worry. You shall find out………………………..with good time. Mwahahahahahahahahaha!

Starian Princess: TASUKI ROCKS! cough Now that that's out of my system, yes I love Tasuki. He was the first bishi I ever fell for. Ask me anything about him and I could tell you. It's a beautiful obsession. Got a scrap book and all. Whip cream could go very well with the sake loving bandit. eye glaze over into dream world

Kineticfairy: That little flag is awesome! Keep on waving cause the teasing will always be. Although I just can't feel sorry for Kaiba. It's too entertaining to watch.

Sparky16: May I suggest feeding the yeti to your paper shark before they have the chance to team up.