POISON

Pairing: Mazaki Anzu / Kaiba Seto

Summary: The one attack on the Kaiba brothers seemed almost normal, but some has appeared to go after Anzu as well. Why are things getting muddled together. All they really want are answers.

Disclaimer: Every single one written for the past how many chapters shall be repeated for this one.

A/N: All I have to say is please, please, please don't hurt me for the going on of this chapter! And just a note: At this moment my computer is screwed up and I am unable to respond to all your reviews. Thank you to each and every one! You guys are what inspire me to keep updating even though I enjoy slacking off. Thanx again!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Metal slid against metal, the high-pitched shriek echoing through the room. Yellow light entered the windowless cell as the door opened. Just as quickly it left when the door slammed shut, turning the red lights circling the ceiling back on.

Suzuki Unkei looked up from the chair he was strapped to. He saw the shadow of a person standing ten feet in front of him. The red light outlined the person's head and shoulders. With the light the intruder's hair came close to matching Unkei's.

"You won't get away with this!" he growled at the intruder. A laugh full of malice was his only reply. "I know people in high places. In fact they are probably looking for me right now." The redhead mentally patted himself on the back for keeping his voice steady.

The intruder proceeded forward. "If every person you claim to know is searching for you with the same intent as myself it would be wise to begin with pleading for your life as appose to voicing empty threats."

His jaw dropped half in fear and shook. There was no mistaking that voice. Kaiba Seto had found him.

"Not the least bit surprising, I suppose, that you've been render speechless, Unkei. I suggest you fix it and get to work on the pitiful begging. Apologizes would be a good start." Not one ounce of emotion had entered Kaiba's voice. And he couldn't see him to work his way out of the problems. Screw it.

"Why would I apologize to you, Kaiba-sama?" he sneered, removing all honor from the title. A strong hand began to pet his head. "Can I help it if your whore finds me attractive." Kaiba violently grabbed his hair and yanked his head backwards, bashing it on the back of the chair. Unkei moaned in pain. He already had one bump there.

"Your life is in my hands at the moment," the CEO hissed in his ear, "In no way would I hesitate to kill you. A man of my static would have no trouble in disposing of your body. I'd like nothing more then to show you the true definition of pain. Firing your ass wouldn't even compare." With a forceful shove Kaiba roughly pushed his head forward and let go.

Beads of sweat began to form on the captive's forehead as the seriousness of the situation hit him. He had assumed they were in a police station and Kaiba was getting his five minutes with him. He had been wrong. Oh, so very wrong. But as it were, nothing could be changed.

Unkei closed his eyes to rely on sound. His ex-employer was beside him, to his right. He turned his head to face the direction of Kaiba. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you didn't appreciate my hard work. I'm sorry you lost a worthwhile employee. I'm sorry you can't control your little shit of a brother. And I'm sorry you have a cheating bitch as a bed partner, who finds me appealing."

The billionaire's fist connected with his cheekbone, snapping his head to the left. The redhead's entire body jerked in the metal restraints from the blow. A metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He hadn't heard it coming.

"You might want to remember your place in this equation," Kaiba said, calmly. His actions and words weren't lining up.

A little voice reminded the redhead to tread softly. He spat the mouthful of blood and saliva to the side, hoping t hit Kaiba. "Apart from being tied down, we are equals on all planes."

"I am your superior."

"You aren't even out of high school! What makes you think you deserve to run Kaiba Corp? Leave business to the professionals, kid." He subconsciously winced, waiting for the abuse to continue. All he got was another angry laugh.

"It's a little late for that." Kaiba turned the door handle. "You won't be able to reek havoc freely for longer then you'll ever live."

Unkei squinted as the yellow light lit up the room. He saw a hazy silhouette of Kaiba about to exit the cell. "Kaiba!" he called, "Don't think I'm the only one pulling for your misery. You not only destroyed my life but my sisters as well."

"How amusing," the brunette tossed over his shoulder.

"I worked extremely hard to get her into Kaiba Corp. and you fired her on her first day; all because you ran into her when exiting the elevator. Do you remember? Do you?!"

Kaiba slowly turned around. "I'm assuming she's the incompetent klutz that poured coffee down the front of my trench coat."

Unkei smiled. So he did remember. He hadn't been there personally to witness the episode, but many fellow employees said the look on their bosses face was worth the many firings that day. Unfortunately it cost his sister her job and pride.

"I never knew a girl could break down in tears so quickly," the CEO said, pleased.

His smile fell. "Chika's still out there and she'll come for me. She won't stop until you are destroyed. Or more importantly those you care about, if that is even possible."

A middle-aged woman wearing a white lab coat entered the room carrying something on a metal tray. Upon closer inspection the redhead realized it was a syringe. He watched as Kaiba picked up the device and walked closer, circling around his captive. The billionaire stopped behind him.

"I understand you have a fondness for needles," Kaiba said, his tone full of satisfaction, "Consider this a parting gift."

The red haired attacker of Mokuba and Anzu felt the needle pierce his skin when Kaiba jabbed it into his neck. He felt the drugs flow into his system, quickly taking effect. He felt his head drop to his chest, then all went black.

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Math was a subject Anzu enjoyed and did very well in. But whatever had possessed her to take grade twelve-advanced calculus should be tossed into the ocean to live with the sharks. Because of her choice she was stuck studying for a test on a Saturday night instead of hanging out with her friends. Who put letters into math anyway? What was the point of knowing what x over y equaled? She didn't even want to go into a career involving the subject.

Deciding to take a break and grab a snack, Anzu rolled off her bed and headed down stairs. The doorbell rang and her older sister hollered that she would answer it. Apparently Anzu still wasn't healthy enough to be performing strenuous activities after getting attacked. And yet she had to do math.

Once in the kitchen she began rummaging through the cupboards, hunting for the oatmeal cookies her mother made earlier. Grabbing a small plate of the delicious treat from beside the fridge the brunette headed for the stairs. She was just about to go up them when the commotion at the front door peeked her curiosity.

Upon rounding the corner Anzu spotted her sister Aiko attempting to use her feminine powers to seduce Seto………and failing badly. Lovesick was not a trait guys looked for in any woman. Especially the all-powerful Kaiba Seto. He sent her a disgusted look over Aiko's head.

"Kaiba, I'm glad you showed up," she improved, pushing between the two, "Why don't we discuss our history project on the front porch?"

Their eyes met in understanding. "Make it quick Mazaki." Not needing to be told twice he slipped back out the front door.

"I won't be long Aiko. Why don't you have a cookie?" Anzu shoved the plate into her sister's hands.

"B-b-but-but-"

"And no peaking!" she called over her shoulder, before slamming the door. The silver chimes on the door clinked wildly in Aiko's stunned face. How did she do that?

The sun was almost set, it's last rays of purple light struggling to reach Domino only to be shot down by the rising moon. It was the perfect time for Seto to show up at her house. Not too late to be questioned but late enough for shadows to hide whatever was needed. The down side had to be Aiko deciding to stay home and 'chill' for the night.

Anzu gave her boyfriend a hug from behind, resting her forehead against his back, while enjoying the same chance to do so. "Not that I'm not glad you're here, Seto, but could you please tell me why. I thought you didn't want anyone to even suspect we knew each other, other then from school."

"Suzuki Unkei," he spoke so quietly she almost missed it.

"I'm sorry?"

He spun around, causing her to drop her arms at the frown on his face. "Suzuki Unkei." Seto was confusing when angry.

"I don't understand."

"Suzuki Unkei. The bastard you met last night," the billionaire scowled, turning away from her, "He was an employee of Kaiba Corp. who was unable to meet the standards. That reason alone is why he attacked you and Mokuba."

And the mood dropped a dozen notches. They were now able to see zero degrees not too far away. The dancer wrapped her arms around herself to stop shivering from the memory. At least math had been able to distract her for a short while. It's one good purpose.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked, almost afraid to hear his answer, "You said you'd take care of him."

"I did." He sounded boarder line pleased with himself.

Upon noticing that a thought popped into her head and Anzu grabbed his arm. "You didn't kill him did you? As much as-"

"I'm not a murderer, Anzu," Seto growled, hurt flashed across his face that she would think that after knowing each other for so long. "I had him dealt with, not killed."

She knew he never would, but the thought popped out before she could stop it. Kaiba Seto was hungry for power not blood. As evil as the media made him out to be he had a heart buried deep inside him. He could care whenever he wanted to without showing a soul.

Anzu bit her lip at what she had said. "I'm sorry, Seto. I shouldn't have accused you of anything." He didn't respond. "You don't have to give me any details, I believe you." Still he didn't say anything. She couldn't figure out why. He stood beside her with his hands in his coat pockets, tenser then ever. You didn't need to touch him to be able to tell. "Is that why you came over?"

Their blue eyes met, his cold gaze holding her in place. "I came to inform you that as of tonight our relationship is over."

The words slowly sunk in. She couldn't read his eyes to tell what he was thinking. He had cut her off completely. It was just like her nightmare in the limo. But nothing she had ever dreamt came true. No way she had heard him correctly.

"Are you joking?" she whispered in shock.

His eyes narrowed. "Since when do I joke."

"Since you met me."

The smirk she had always hated seeing made its way back onto his face. "Well then it would seem things are already going back to normal."

She gasped. "You…..you……you….."

"I what?"

"You can't do this!" Anzu yelled, louder then intended.

The front door jerked open and Aiko peeked out, eyes quickly latching onto Seto. "Is everything alright? Anzu you need to be nicer to Kaiba-chan. I think you should go lie down some more. Why don't I-"

Stalking towards the door the angry dancer shoved her sister back inside and slammed the door shut. She turned back around to see Seto already proceeding down the porch step. Anzu ran after him.

"Where the heck do you think you are going?!" she glared, stopping him with her hands pressed against his chest. "You aren't leaving until you explain yourself. You can't just waltz over here and throw all we have together out the window because you're Kaiba Seto." He couldn't. She was far from letting him.

"I'm not losing anything," he lied.

The comment stung bad. Anzu worked to hold back the tears. "Has our whole relationship been a lie to you?"

Seto moved around her a second time. "Your free to believe whatever you like."

Unable to let him walk away Anzu grabbed his warm hand. "I said I was sorry. Why are you doing this. I trust you, Seto." Her anger began to rise. "I won't let you leave! Tell me why!"

Footsteps pounded on the sidewalk, getting closer by the second. Seto pulled his hand away from Anzu and looked to their left. Yugi, Jou and Honda came into view. She didn't know if it was perfect timing or another mark of bad luck. The three friends stopped short of the brunettes, gasping for breath; Yugi a little more then the other two.

"Kaiba?! What are ya doin' here?" Jou asked, eyeing the CEO cautiously.

Honda nodded his head in agreement. "Is he bothering you Anzu?"

Ignoring the little posse, Seto pulled his car keys out of his pocket. Only then did Anzu spot the Mercedes Benz parked against the curb. "Goodbye Mazaki." He turned and walked away.

Witnessing her worst nightmare come true the floodgates broke. Silent tears began to pour down Anzu's cheeks. She didn't bother stopping them this time. It didn't matter who saw. They were over and there was nothing to hide.

Yugi placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Anzu, what's wrong?"

She bit her lip to stifle a quiet sob. "He called me Mazaki."