Had Varon actually had a brain that was functioning, he'd realize from the last encounter with Amelda—(which had ended up with the Australian having a sore butt for the rest of the week, but that's beside the point)—that it was better to leave the redhead alone when he was busy.

Had Varon actually had any common sense underneath those ugly-as-Hell goggles, then his instincts would have probably directed him away from the older boy when his nose was buried in a book.

And had Varon actually decided NOT to hit his head on the bedpost this morning (and lose a third of his brain cells by doing so) then he would have known that Amelda was very, very dangerous when was interrupted from his reading.

…but Varon being Varon, he hadn't any of the three.

Varon was curious why his gray-eyed comrade had to constantly read books during his spare time, rather than doing something more interesting…like picking a fight? Or riding his bike? Maybe even chasing after a girl?

He grinned. Since seducing pretty lasses was his specialty, he could definitely help in that area. Varon the matchmaker!

The brunette resisted the urge to strike a fancy pose on that moment.

Varon crept his way downstairs and headed towards the living room. He spotted a fringe of red hair sticking out behind the couch. Was he sleeping? Well, it was time wake him up! Varon took a deep breath and declared on the top of his voice:

"HEY, Amelda, you know that Anzu girl? Yeah, well, I think she's HOT!"

Silence.

The brunette poked his head curiously in the living room. "Amelda?"

When Amelda didn't respond, he bounced his way over to where the redhead was lying with a pillow propped up behind his head. He was slightly crestfallen when he noticed that Amelda was reading a book, yet once again. But Varon…being…well, Varon, decided not to let that fact depress his enthusiasm. Varon snatched the book out of the Amelda's hands, earning a startled yelp from the older boy.

Varon looked eagerly at him. "So Amelda, what do you think of her, huh?"

The poor unfortunate victim, Amelda, merely blinked, trying to contain his emotions. He was half-glad that wasn't drinking hot chocolate or else the nice carpet would be stained again.

You see, Amelda had nothing better to do with his life than plotting Kaiba's revenge and occasionally glaring evilly at Dartz who was really beginning to piss him off with his constant jabber of the Great Leviathan. Apart from doing those two things, Amelda also had nothing better to do than to read random books during his spare time.

And yes, he has no life.

Amelda continued staring up at the brunette with a bewildered expression, obviously not understanding a single word that just came out of his mouth.

"…huh?" he finally said. Oh, let us take a moment and be awed over how large and expansive Amelda's vocabulary is.

…

And to think, we actually thought he was smart.

But Varon, being even…less…smart than the above-mentioned redhead, decided to completely ignore his comrade's puzzled behavior and continued hassling him like a fat boy on a lollipop.

"You know mate, Anzu! I'm sure you've seen her around with the pharaoh before—she's about this tall—also happens to be a brunette—very pretty—you should see the size of her bust—"

His mind automatically shut out Varon's voice after the last statement. Amelda sighed half-heartedly.

What did the Aussie want with him now? And more importantly, why did the Aussie want him to date a girl?

"She's seems to be your type, as well! I suggest you go out on a date with her—"

"That's wonderful, Varon—now shut the Hell up," he interrupted dryly and gave Varon his iciest glare. "Your voice is clogging up my brain space."

Varon frowned. Now that was just insulting.

He proceeded to teach the older boy a lesson in manners by pulling the pillow from underneath Amelda's head. Amelda growled, in which he responded with a charming grin. Varon then jumped over the couch and landed next to the protesting redhead.

"What do you want from me?" he demanded angrily.

Varon put his hands on his hips and gave the redhead the most serious look he could muster. "I want you to stop reading and get a life," he stated firmly. "I want you to ask that Anzu girl out."

Amelda merely gave him the 'are-you-bullshitting-me' look. "And how do you suppose I proceed with that?" he replied flatly.

Varon considered this for a moment, before snapping his fingers in delight. "Well, you could just tie her up and then threaten her like you do to Kaiba—" Varon suddenly noticed the death glare that was being sent in his direction and inwardly cringed. "…or…not."

Amelda scowled at him for a moment longer. "I don't have a clue who you're talking about, Aussie."

The armor-clad boy blinked. "Yes you do! That girl around the Pharaoh!" he protested. "You know! Anzu…Manacle…or something…wait, no…" Varon frowned. Now what was her name, again?

While Varon was trying to figure out the name of that mystery girl, Amelda snatched the book out of his loose grasp. "Tell me when I care," he replied indifferently.

The redhead directed his attention back to his book—which now happened to be on insects, courtesy of Weevil Underwood. Amelda mused over this thought.

Who knew that a microscopic-sized creature with six feet and a pair of wings could actually be more interesting than Varon at the moment?

The brunette slapped his forehead. He inwardly groaned. Why did Amelda have to be so dense? And why couldn't he think of her name? He'd remember seeing her with the pharaoh…now what did he call her? Anzu…Anzu…Mazurka?

"Maze…Mara…" he mull over.

Amelda rolled his eyes, no longer interested in what Varon blabbering about. (Not that he was interested in what Varon was blabbering about to begin with, but once again, that's beside the point.)

"Magalia…Malachi?"

"…"

"Mazomanie?"

"…"

Varon nibbled on his lower lip in frustration. "I know that her last name had the word 'Maza' in it…" he muttered to himself. Now what could it be?

Amelda decided not to point out 'Maza' wasn't a word and instead thought back to the name of a famous Japanese general in the 1920's he had looked up to.

"Mazaki?" he supplied uninterestedly. He flipped a page of his, ahem—Haga's book. Oh, look! It was a picture of the African Bactrododema Hippotaurum! Oh, the sarcasm.

Varon blinked, realization dawning upon him. He spun around to face the older boy.

"That's it! Mazaki!" he exclaimed eagerly, making Amelda wonder curiously what in the Hell the Aussie was congratulating him for. If that wasn't enough, Varon suddenly leaned forward and grasped his shirt, pulling their faces together until all the redhead could see were big baby-blue eyes staring excitedly at him.

"Alright, now, you MUST have seen Anzu Mazaki at least once! I mean, the gal's hot. Just stands out in the crowd," he gushed. "Well, huh, mate, what do you think of her, huh, huh, huh?"

Amelda pushed him away with a grunt. He looked up at the armor-clad boy with an annoyed expression.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"…now just who are we talking about again?"

The Australian fell to the floor, anime-style. Amelda calmly dusted himself off before returning to his book.

So much for Varon the matchmaker.