Chapter 2 of "Wind"
To the reviewers:
Almandine-Azaleea, Simply Alex, Spirit Of Innocence, Ash Phox.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Seto, Anzu, Yugi, any of the other characters, The wind,Hey, I don't even own this computer! (yet, bwahahahaha)
Note: FUN FUN! I get to use a ship metaphor! Anyone who knows me even remotely knows that this is AWESOME for me!
Try spot the Hornblower qoute! (WHICH I DON'T OWN)
Note 2: I just thought I'd tell you (I say it every other story) I have become the recluse of my family, only leaving the computer to eat, sleep and shop sometimes not even!
yes, so APPRECIATE ME, DAMNITT! hehe, sorry.
the computer monitor has bleached my skin and my brain...
Enjoy!
The wind can destroy in mere minutes, seconds even, but at the same time, it can aid you ever so gently.
Like the proverbial ship in the wind, Seto felt himself driven by Anzu's flighty grace.
And as soon as she was gone, he was becalmed.
"As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean."
In that way, she was his only weakness.
Anzu checked the TV screen at the light and sound desk.
The screen showed the audience, placed there to stop the dancers peeking through the curtain.
Not very professional.
Anzu could only make out the shapes of the audience members' heads.
There! pointy, spiky hair, Yugi! And hair that looked like a peaked hat...Tristen! And Joey beside him, she also recognised Ryou.
But there were two people notably missing: Mokuba and Seto.
Wait-
Who was that? One row behind the gang, A very tall, poised figure, and next to him, a much shorter full head of hair.
Could it be?
Seto shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He would have preferred a row much further away from the geek squad.
All one of them had to do was turn their head slightly and notice Mokuba's shock of hair...
"Seto! Isn't this exciting!" exclaimed Mokuba, "I can't wait to see Anzu, it says here in the program she's doing a solo dance, and two small group dances and pretty much every other group dance, the solo dance is ballet and the group ones are jazz and tap!"
As his brother continued to chatter on about Anzu's art, Seto smiled fondly.
His brother's excitement was infectious, not that Seto would ever let it show.
He was mainly only coming because he felt guilty, and wanted badly to make amends with Anzu.
The lights dimmed.
Seto's heart gave an uncharacteristic leap as he recognised one of the dancers.
Anzu.
He watched attentively, captivated-though he'd never admit it- as she fluttered across the stage.
He couldn't even see the other dancers. Just her.
Then it was time for her solo performance, and Seto could tell he wasn't the only one engrossed in her performance.
The whole auditorium had an air of being totally mesmerised by her movements.
But all too soon, it was over. Seto shook himself out of his reverie. He couldn't let himself get so sentimental.
He did not become Japan's most powerful -not to mention youngest- businessman by sitting and meditating.
He stood up. To his horror, Mokuba was chatting away eagerly to Yugi and his little followers.
"Let's go, Mokuba." He said, placing his hand on the younger boy's shoulder.
"But Seto! They said they were going to see Anzu and we can come!"
Yugi nodded and smiled,
"You're welcome to join us, Kaiba!"
"I'm certain she'll be...very glad to know you came," Ryou said, not sounding certain at all, though with a smile,"did she invite you?"
Seto gave a non committal grunt,
Joey just scowled.
Tristen just stared at the pretty dancers coming out to meet their parents.
"Mokuba, let's get out of here." he growled.
"Oh, but Seto!" pouted Mokuba, looking up at his brother with puppy dog eyes,
Seto frowned and averted his eyes...'must...resist...cute...Mokuba'
"Please, Seto?"
Anzu had scrubbed her face and changed her clothes, she couldn't banish the expression on Seto Kaiba- The great Seto Kaiba- Had not only attended her dance recital. He had actually enjoyed it.
Well, at least, she thought he had.
On the rare moments she had been able to steal a look at him, he had a peaceful expression on his face, like he wasn't Seto Kaiba, the infamous CEO of Kaiba Corp, like he didn't have to care for his brother, like for once he wasn't consumed by his obsession with beating Yugi and his God Cards.
Like he was just Seto. 17 years old. Student, sibling.
Friend.
The thought that she had wrought such a change- though temporary- in him had elated Anzu.
Maybe he was human.
She was washing and bandaging her bloody feet when the door to the change rooms burst open, thank goodness she was the only one left in there.
In traipsed Yugi, Ryou, Joey, Tristen and Mokuba, they surrounded her and showered her with praise and utterly biased critique.
She laughed and glanced to the door, wondering why it had stayed open.
At that moment, she saw why.
Someone was leaning against the door frame.
The one person she had not expected to see down here.
Seto Kaiba.
He nodded, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly in what Anzu supposed was his idea of a sincere smile.
she guessed that this was theclosest to an apology she was going to get.
Not that she needed one.
He had come, that was all that mattered.
She beamed back at him.
YAY!
chapter two is finished!
next chapter, we find out about Aznu's Parents, and Seto and Anzu actually get some dialogue without any yelling!
and I sleep in a bed, instead of a keyboard, WOOT!
til next chapter,
Keep watching the skies...
Keep those cameras rolling,
to infinity, and BEYOND!