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Twilighteyes and Gekkou Hana

Chapter 5

It had been three days since she had seen Kaiba, and yet she couldn't get the images out of her mind. She flipped open her cell phone and scanned through her pictures until she came across the once of his face cradled in the massage table—painted beautifully in Britney's tacky colors. Giggling she closed the phone down. Naughty thoughts had almost overwhelmed her that day. She seriously considered lifting the towel and taking a picture of his…um…assets, and selling them on EBAY, but she resisted the urge. That could be considered crossing the line of good taste.

Then again, their whole relationship bordered on bad taste. Hell, most of the time he was completely naked and she was rubbing him. Damn the job description was the epitome of naughtiness.

The warmth of the flavored tea slipped through her lips and down her throat. It was a beautiful day and everything was just looking up and bright, and happy. No Kaiba for several more days plus a photo of him in drag! Could a girl get any luckier? Yeah, there was also the fact that she was able to run her hands over his body while he was unconscious. That was sweet too, a quiet Seto Kaiba, who was naked…

Rolling her eyes, she picked up her pace. She could not allow her thoughts to stray into territory that could give him an advantage. Considering him even the slightest bit attractive was dangerous territory. Still, her fingers never dipped into anther client's hair or lingered on their skin, almost in a caress. Thankfully he was never awake or aware of her small ministrations. Hell, he would have such fuel to torture her with. From now on she would have to be careful, discreet and not think of how amazing it felt to touch him, or stroke his skin. Tossing her hot tea, she stopped and grabbed a cool bottle of water in a sidewalk convenience store. Question was…drink it or dump it over her head?

The moment she walked in the spa she knew something was wrong. The receptionist looked at her with such pity. Oh no! Had he told on her? Had he gotten her fired? Her hands began to shake involuntarily; her tummy did those annoying flip-flops—the ominous kind, not the giddy ones. Quickly downing several swallows of water, her mouth had gone cotton dry as she approached the receptionist.

"Hey! How are you doing?" Anzu attempted to sound cheerful, just like her happy self. A quick glance out the picture window told her that storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, and probably over her massage career.

"This is for you," the receptionist handed her a small note card. It wasn't a pink slip. Though she wondered if she would receive notice on a pink piece of paper when Kaiba finally managed to get her fired. She knew he would, hell it would be just like the tyrant. He always talked of destroying the competition, then again…she wasn't competition, she was a toy.

"Jerk," she mumbled under her breath.

"Excuse me?" The receptionist said, not able to hear Anzu.

"Oh, um, thank you." Anzu turned and walked towards her room. Slowly she made her way down the hall amidst whispers and several times she heard Kaiba's name mentioned. They all must have seen the events of yesterday unfold. Anzu's cheeks burned a soft pink color. A few weeks ago she was set. Her goals were clear, make enough money to save for Julliard. No deviations, no questions, a take no prisoners attitude. Now, one person had tossed a major obstacle in her way…and he had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen.

The small pink card was being crumpled in her fingers, unbeknownst to her.

Slamming the door open she threw her purse in the corner and ran a still shaking hand through her hair. The problem was simple to solve, actually. He wouldn't replace her, her boss wouldn't excuse her and quitting her position would set back her dance career. It was time to swallow her pride, take her small victories when she could and escape with her dignity. It was one hour a week, one day a week. Honestly, there were one hundred and sixty-seven hours a week to enjoy his absence. Shaking her head she let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. It was time to see whom she would be working on first.

The gentle knock on the door caused her to jump. That settled it, no more caffeine until further notice.

"Come in," Anzu called out as she pulled out clean linens for her table.

Slowly the door opened and in walked Britney, looking a bit sheepish. "Is the coast clear?" Her friend asked quietly.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Anzu asked, sounding a bit confused. Tugging out a new covering for the table, she quickly set it up and continued with her preparations.

"Wait…don't you know?" Britney asked. She knew Anzu would never react this calmly to the news, so either she had snapped and was mentally breaking down or no one told her. "Weren't you given a note on your way in?"

Anzu's hands stilled. "Yes, but I never read it."

"Maybe you should," Britney suggested softly.

"Am I fired?" Anzu asked. "I mean, if Seto called and told your Mom about what I did—the make-up and all… I would be fired in a heartbeat." She sank into her chair looking a bit lost.

"You weren't fired, but Seto Kaiba did call. You might wish you were fired." Britney handed the crumpled pink card to Anzu.

Thoughts of being tortured by Kaiba quickly came to mind. What if he found that hairy back man and insisted she 'do' him…in his own sick words. Thankfully she hadn't had time for breakfast—Britney would be wearing it by now.

Slowly her blue eyes scanned the pink card. Over and over she read them and tried to understand.

"I don't get it," she mumbled in a confused tone. "These are directions."

"Exactly," Britney confirmed.

Shrugging, Anzu placed it back on her desk. "What do they have to do with me?"

"You aren't working here today Anzu, well you are, but later. Right now you've been hired out."

Anzu's blue eyes blinked innocently in confusion, her head tilted a bit. "Hired out?"

"Seto Kaiba called my mom this morning and requested an in home session with you today. The company car is already packed with a folding massage table. You just have to pack up what you need from here and then be on your way." Britney's voice was full of sympathy and concern for her friend.

"I don't understand," Anzu's mind couldn't wrap around the idea.

"You are being sent to Seto Kaiba's home to give him a massage. Some of our richer clientele request the masseur comes to them—and now you have been commandeered."

"That's insane!" Anzu finally managed. "I am not going to his house, he can't buy me like a…a…"

"Professional masseur who does this for a living?" Britney offered.

"We both know damn well that he is only doing this to make my life miserable! That…" She let out several growls of frustration.

"Despite what you think of him, he is your client and he paid major bucks to change the venue. He must be really pissed. Heck, after what you did I doubt I would want to show my face in here if I was him."

And there it was. She had successfully embarrassed him and screwed herself. If she hadn't pulled that trick he would be coming here—not ordering her to come to him. He always managed to turn duels around, well, now he had turned the tables on her. The score so far, for those keeping track? Seto Kaiba one—Anzu zilch.

"Wait a minute, today isn't his day. Why today? I mean I worked on him only a few days ago, normally I only have to deal with him on a weekly basis."

"I guess he upped the ante when you pulled that make-up class on his face. You know you used the colors I never use—they're awful! I almost felt sorry for him until today." Britney couldn't look at her friend. If it hadn't been for the trade off she would still be stuck with Kaiba and poor Anzu wouldn't be tortured.

Anzu giggled, "He did look funny."

"I swear I have never seen Ann's jaw hit the floor like that before."

"So, when do I place my neck in the guillotine?

"You have to leave as soon as possible. Do you want me to help you pack up your things?" Britney asked as she hopped off the table.

Without much more fanfare Anzu found herself packed and in the car, following the directions on the card to Kaiba's home. This was embarrassing as hell. She kept trying to put herself in a business frame of mind, but stumbled thinking of 'call girls' and 'doing' Kaiba. Barely recalling how she got there, her mouth dropped when she looked up at the mansion. Security cleared her and she drove straight up to the front doors. The only good thing was she didn't have to wear the ridiculous uniform that he had commented on. Her street clothes were acceptable

"Well, here goes nothing," she whispered as she struggled with the large, bulky table and bag of 'essentials' which included a small CD player—possibly she could quickly lull him to sleep with rainforest sounds. It was a dumb idea, but anything that could help she'd try…

By the time she made it to the door she was fuming mad. She rang the bell incessantly until a frazzled butler opened the door.

"Ah you must be Mr. Kaiba's call girl, I mean girl on call. He has never hired a professional before…" The butler stood there making her feel like a common hooker.

"I work in a day spa, I'm making a house call plain and simple. I get paid a salary and I have a diploma in my trade." She wanted to make it very clear.

"My, my…things are formal in your trade these days. Follow me please." He was acting all superior and she so wanted to trip him and slam the table on his fat head.

He led her down a hallway, allowing her to pull the table with her. He didn't even offer to assist her in anyway, thank heavens the bag, which contained the table, was on wheels or it would have been impossible.

"This is the room you may set up in." He looked down his nose at the girl. "You brought your own bed?"

"It is a massage table. I am a masseur—I only offer massages." She explained slowly, through gritted teeth.

"Of course Miss," he snickered and left her there.

Slowly she began setting up. This was mortifying; the people who worked here thought she was a prostitute! Tears formed in her eyes, but she would never give Kaiba that satisfaction. Making her cry was not something she would let him do.

"So, are you ready yet? You know you have kept me waiting." He chuckled when he saw her jump. So, he had startled her just a bit.

"I don't appreciate you telling your employees that I'm a hooker," she snapped.

She turned to look at him as she finished smoothing the table linens.

"I never told them you were a hooker, I just explained that I had hired you to come here and 'do me'." He circled the table, trying to draw her attention to his face.

"I wish you would stop saying that already. Seriously Kaiba, it sounds very wrong." Bending over she plugged in the CD player. His blue eyes narrowed, not being able to move off of her small form and curves. In normal clothes you could see how much appeal she had. Damn her.

"It's the truth, I pay you money and you touch me." He shrugged.

"Admit it, you told your staff that because of what I did the other day. Suck it up, you know you deserved that and much worse." She turned and noticed he was in a navy blue terrycloth robe. Was he naked underneath? This was getting so unnerving, seeing him without clothes so often and touching him so intimately. It was sheer torture. Torture that could rocket her straight off to heaven…

"Well, for the stunt you pulled—I pulled one of my own. Enjoy…oh and Anzu—suck it up." He began untying his robe, pulling her eyes to his hands. "You're being more blatant than usual. Would you like the full show today?"

She blushed furiously and turned away, this was quickly flying downhill. She had to think of something fast before she died of embarrassment.

"Would you like to start with a facial? We're running a special on make-up application," she hoped she sounded stronger than she felt. She needed to gain an edge, but she was slipping fast. Why challenge the pig-headed jerk?

She turned on the CD and refused to turn.

"Any year now, I don't have all day for your redundant embarrassment."

"Fine," she snapped as she turned, her eyes immediately began molesting his body. 'Weakling' she thought to herself. Maybe she should give him a wax job on his legs or something. Somehow the thought of ripping out his hairs from the root energized her.

The lavender oil was poured onto his back and she began to slowly touch him, feeling the knots and pulling a groan or two from him. Her knees were reduced to Jell-O. Where was the justice in this?

"Make sure you concentrate on my left shoulder, it has been a bit sore. I'm sure there's a knot or two in it." Kaiba gruffly suggested… Sorry… Demanded. Gritting her teeth, Anzu moved her ministrations to the area he just demanded she work on. Kaiba let out a groan, making Anzu think about stopping for a moment. The foreign sound made her stomach tighten. Jeez, he almost sounded like he was having…

"Mr. Kaiba?" A concerned maid came in and stood with a shocked expression on her face. Unfortunately for Anzu, she could only see Anzu and a seemingly naked Kaiba on the massage table. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Kaiba. I didn't know you had a lady friend over!" The maid immediately covered her eyes. All Kaiba did was wave her off, with his head down as if it was something that happened to him on a daily basis. The maid gave a frail smile to Anzu as she raced for the door. Lucky thing, she was rewarded with freedom. Anzu looked down at the towel-clad billionaire and frowned.

"Wait!" Anzu yelled out. "It's not what it sounds or looks like…"

"Mazaki! You have a job to do! Forget what she thought she heard or saw." Kaiba barked out.

"But she thinks I was a 'lady friend'!" The only response she got from Kaiba was his evil chuckle. Oh, how she hated him… It was that moment she decided to use her elbow on the knots he had. It would relieve the tension, and she hoped would leave him with a bruise or two.

Looking up at the grandfather clock in his office, she saw that his session was finally over. Kaiba, like clockwork, fell asleep shortly after she tended to his tense shoulders.

"Not over soon enough." Anzu mumbled quietly as she started to put away the scented oil she had used on Kaiba. Hopefully she could sneak out without him ever waking up. God forbid he regained consciousness and really started making her a living hell by insulting her some more.

"The nerve of him." Anzu once again mumbled to herself. Damn, Kaiba was lying on a table she needed to fold up and take with her—she had a dilemma. The massage table was the company's—meaning there was no way in hell she could leave without it. She had to wake him.

Little did she know that he was already alert. The moment she shut off the CD player, he regained awareness.

"Done, are we?" Jumping up at his voice, she quietly damned him for waking. He sat up from the table and raised an eyebrow. Knowing all too well what this meant, she turned around.

"Put on your damn clothes so that I could get my table and leave." Amazingly, Kaiba had no response, but did exactly what she practically pleaded him to do.

"You were paid for your services. If you wish to truly assist me, then leave." Kaiba said behind her back, he was back in his robe.

"You paid the company to 'serve' you, Kaiba! Not me, get that straight!" The fired up dancer yelled out. She turned around and thankfully noted his terrycloth robe was tightly secure.

"That is true, but who gets that money at the end of the week, Mazaki? And if memory serves me correctly don't you willingly take my tips session after session?"

"Stop it, Kaiba." Anzu warned. "Stop making me sound like a whore. I am respectfully carrying out my duties with my company. I give people massages—just like a waiter serving someone who's hungry at a restaurant. It's the same thing. They both get tips for their services."

"In that case." Kaiba stated with a smirk. "Here's your tip." With a flick of his wrist, he threw a few hundred-dollar bills at her feet. The action, unbeknownst to him, caused Anzu's jaw to clench and her fist to ball. With the smirk still planted on his face, he turned away.

Kaiba forgot that Anzu was a dancer and with being a dancer, he forgot that she could move smoothly—even be undetected. Before he realized what was happening, he felt something push at his chest. Looking down it was Anzu's hand on him, the dollar bills held tightly in her fist.

Anzu stared up at him with cold determined eyes. Tears weren't in order for this situation. She would never give him the satisfaction to show him how much his actions hurt her. "Take your money and shove it up your ass for all I care! I refuse to be treated like this! I took it for as long as I could—but no more. Do anything like that again and I swear I will show everyone at school a picture I took of you with the makeup on!"

"I dare you." He growled with clenched teeth. Okay, bad thing to say.

"Fine. Then I'll quit my job. I'll get another one. " Confident that she won, she moved back as the bills fell to the floor unnoticed. She turned to strip the table when Kaiba grabbed her arm and whirled her around.

"No you won't. I've told you plenty of times now, Mazaki. You will continue to be my masseuse." His eyes were the fiercest shade of blue she had ever seen.

"I already told you! I won't be degraded like this!" She snapped and slapped at his hand.

"Oh, you mean after you put makeup on me, and then had me walk into a room full people? I bet they all think I'm a damned drag queen!" Kaiba shouted and stepped forward as Anzu stepped back with his hand grabbing her arm again. "That just shows how simple minded you are, Mazaki." Kaiba continued to move forward as Anzu nervously stepped back away from his even closer proximity. "You feel violated when I say you 'pleasure' me, yet I was nice enough to make sure you held your position after you defiled me in public. As far as I'm concerned this is what I call payback."

"Kaiba, this whole thing has been payback! From the very start! You wanted me, Kaiba! Not the other way around! You threatened me to stay as your masseuse and even now you threaten me! That whole makeup fiasco was my payback, my own way of getting you back for torturing me session after session!" Anzu yelled in defense as the coldness of the wall touched her arms and back.

"I wanted you?" Kaiba let out a deep chuckle then glared at her. "I sometimes thought that maybe there was some intelligence in your mind--somewhere. Maybe you're not like your mutt friend. And maybe you could be seen as something remotely less than annoying. But then you open your mouth and all of those thoughts get lost in your endless chatter." He ended in a hiss. However, the enraged Anzu didn't let him intimidate her.

"Amused much?" Anzu barely held back a bitter laugh. " You're sick, Kaiba. But of course! I forget! You're just a little boy who likes to play games."

"Games? You think I'm playing games with you?" His face got close to hers. Interrogating her and making her feel self-conscious. Kaiba was sinfully to close to her. She thought maybe she wouldn't mind it all that much if they weren't fighting.

"Yes." She managed to squeak out.

From their proximity she could see the he had deeper shades of blue around his pupil. No one should be so close to another person that they can see around their pupil! Anzu's mind tried to wrap around that thought, as she felt him let go of her. Both his arms now went to either side of her, trapping her between the wall and his tall figure. Again with the intimidation…Well not this girl. I'm done trying to play Ms. Nice.

"Fine. You wants games, then you'll get them." Kaiba smirked oh so sexily as he titled his head to the side in amusement. A lock of his hair fell over one eye, obscuring the beautiful blue. Anzu gulped and reminded herself that she hated the man in front of her.

"What? What's so damn funny?" She asked, hating his chuckle.

"You think you could play games with me, Mazaki? You wouldn't know where to start." Kaiba responded in a low, dangerous voice.

Anger made her hands reach up to Kaiba's collar and pull him close enough so that their noses were touching, and he could see the anger in her blue eyes. A part of her cringed at the mere thought—her friends' enemy was this close to her. He would continuously and maliciously torture Yugi and Joey. Well, now it was time for her to feel what her friends felt every time Kaiba messed around with them.

As handsome as he looked this close up, a thought popped in her head that could make Kaiba regret he ever messed with her. He thought she wanted him so badly? Fine, so be it…

"No, I won't play games simply because you did. However, I'll sure as hell end it." Thinking that her plan was going to work, she gulped quickly before lifting her chin up and catching his lips with hers. Almost automatically Kaiba's eyes widened at the timid pair of lips on his. This girl really couldn't play his game… She was failing miserably. Obviously she was trying to disgust him by kissing him. Did she think that just because she kissed him he would be appalled and never have her as his masseuse again? Guess again…

"Weak." Kaiba whispered against her lips as she retreated slowly. Anzu's eyes fluttered opened, they looked with confusion at the young CEO. It was as if a spark arose within him. Kaiba laid his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed her more thoroughly against the wall.

A gasp barely escaped her mouth, as his face closed the distance between them. Anzu could feel his nose touch hers. He looked her dead in the eye with a smirk clearly visible on his lips. An unexplainable feeling went through her as his hands stroked up to hold either sides of her face, drawing her closer.

"You just raised the stakes, Mazaki." He huskily whispered about a hair away from her parted lips. Against everything logical going through her head, Anzu closed her eyes the moment she felt his lips move irresistibly against hers. Thus ending round one from a whole new game Anzu had just initiated…