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Chapter 15: Blind Love

Mokuba was walking along Domino Avenue, downtown, with his hands in his pockets as he sauntered along. Crowds were thinning, as hints of rain and storms were in the air.

But Mokuba didn't care. He was actually relaxed, for once. Well, sort of. Alright: not really. His mind was reeling with thoughts about his brothers and Anzu.

Noa kissing Anzu….

Seeing the shouting match between Anzu and Seto; Anzu fleeing; Seto running after her – and who knows what happened after that.

Yes, he had seen –and heard- the shout-off. He had also heard her shout out that she was adopted.

So she was just like him….

He was passing Domino Park, still walking along, when a voice stopped him.

"Where's your limo, Kaiba? Or have you taken to help conservation efforts now?" a sleazy voice –a bit high-pitched for the male- inquired, laughing.

Mokuba turned around, insulted, and with a scowling face to show it. "What do you want?" He watched as a man with bowl-cut pale green hair stepped out from the shade of a building, with about five other cronies around him. "Insector Haga, I presume?"

"Possibly," Haga shrugged, "But why would you need to know the name of such a low-life like myself? Aren't you and your family above the rest?"

"Just shut up now before you regret it, Insector," Mokuba growled, clenching his fists. Mokuba was in a bad mood. People tended to disappear for a small "vacation" when Mokuba was in a bad mood, and was able to be ticked off very easily.

People said he and Seto were complete opposites for being brothers. They weren't completely opposite….

"Come on, Kaiba," Haga sneered, cocking his head, "I dare you."

"I don't have time for scum like you," Mokuba retorted, turning around, to walk away.

"Oh ho!" Insector laughed, "A Kaiba backing away from a challenge! Wait until the papers hear about this!"

Mokuba froze. It wouldn't be so bad, really…if word did get out. But Seto had been so much better at handling this sort of thing than he was.

But Seto wasn't here right now. Neither was Noa, for that matter. They were probably halfway around the world right now: nowhere near close enough to help out this situation.

"Are you asking for a death wise?" Mokuba said tensely.

"I'm shocked!" Haga mocked, "You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?"

Mokuba lost it. He spun around and raised a fist, "I don't know WHY you are bugging me, Haga, but today IS NOT one of my good days: so buzz off!" Mokuba threw a punch straight for Insector's nose.

Haga dodged the blow, and sidestepped Mokuba by a few feet. His face immediately turned into a scowl, "I just like to give people like you what they deserve!" Haga shouted.

"What do you mean, people like me!" Mokuba turned.

"I mean people who get everything they want, without having to lift a finger!" Haga remarked, charging, "Of course…I also just like to take out my emotions on fights, so there!" he punched Mokuba in the shoulder, and sent the boy flying to the ground, his glasses skittering off. Mokuba heard them clattering against the pavement.

At that time, though, he didn't care whether or not he had glasses on to see. Insector was a big enough target: he could hit him, even through blurred vision.

"You'll pay for that!" Mokuba jumped up and socked him in the nose, as he had planned before.

Insector, taken by surprise from his abruptness, had no time to dodge this attack. He heard a sickening crack and felt his own glasses slip off.

"There," Mokuba shook his hand slightly, "now we're even."

"You! You!" Insector squinting at his bleeding nose, "I think you broke my nose!"

"Serves you right," Mokuba muttered, closing his eyes to rest them.

Insector noticed this action of Mokuba's. He smirked. Perfect. They both may have been geeks with glasses, but that didn't mean Haga couldn't see any better than Mokuba.

Because he could.

Mokuba could barely see anything at all without his prescription frames, but Haga was another story. So he was farsighted: it would help him in the long run.

"Alright, alright," he put up his hands in mock defeat, "You win. I see I'll get no where with this…." His smirk widened. Mokuba was looking up at him now. Not that he can see anything, Insector thought happily to himself. "Just have to find my glasses, and I'll be on my way," he muttered, though loud enough for Mokuba to hear. "Oh, are those them?" Haga purposely strode over to Mokuba's and picked them up.

Mokuba squinted at the pair the insect lover held. Haga's glasses were yellow-framed, as they had been in his childhood. Those ones didn't look yellow. In fact, they looked like….

"Wait, Haga, those are mine!" Mokuba stated, walking quickly to get them.

"They are? Sorry…my mistake," Insector waited for Mokuba to get just a little closer. When Mokuba had reached him and stretched out his hand to take them, Haga suddenly dropped them.

"Whoops! Sorry about that," Weevil replied, sarcastically.

Mokuba winced as he heard a slightly crack in the glass. Well…as long as they weren't shattered….

"Let me get those for you," Haga stated, starting forward. Mokuba realized Insector's plan a second to late.

"Wait-!"

CRUNCH.

Mokuba froze.

"Oops…Sorry about that. My fault again. What do you know?" Insector shrugged, taking his shoe of the glass shards of the lens of Mokuba's special glasses. He then laughed and waltzed off to pick up his own frames, which he found without any problem. Mokuba blurrily watched this, and realized just how he had been tricked.

"YOU COCKROACH!" Mokuba lunged after the boy. Insector replaced his glasses, and then snapped.

Mokuba suddenly felt himself being shoved onto the scratchy park grass. He slid across it, and winced, hearing the dying laughter of Haga and his goons.

"Good luck getting around the city, Kaiba!" was Insector Haga's last remark.

Mokuba pounded the grass in frustration. Boy, was he in trouble this time.

And he knew it, too.

Mokuba Kaiba felt his way along the city sidewalk. It was completely deserted, as a downpour had started ten minutes ago. He was soaked through, and practically blind. Not only could he not see well in the first place, but the darkness from the storm caused what remained of his vision to be even worse!

He grabbed onto another light post, and rested against it for a minute. He had already tried using a cell phone, but the buttons all slurred together in his blurred vision, and he couldn't read any of the icons. It was a new phone as well, so he wasn't quite used to where the placement of buttons were in the first place. Not that he had paid much attention to it at all.

He wasn't wearing a communication device in his jacket either, like Seto always did. Heck, he had just gone from the office for a casual walk! What was the worst that could happen? Seto was the paranoid one about getting napped!

And here, Mokuba was in dire need of help, and he had nothing. No one was around, and he was helpless.

Feeling a bus bench next to him, he plopped down onto it, and held his head in his hands. What was he going to do now?

Anzu drove through the middle of Domino. She was coming back from shopping at the mall. Well, maybe shopping didn't describe it. Loitering and looking was more like it. Not that she could ever find what she wanted when she was shopping, either.

She turned onto the main road out of the city. The streets were deserted.

"Must be a cruddy day to be outside," Anzu sighed, watching the windshield wipers of her cars wash the rain away from her line of vision. She checked the clock, and smiled. "Or it could just be the fact that it's nine o' clock at night."

She stopped at a useless red-light (for this time of night) and waited. It was then that she noticed someone sitting on a bench on the sidewalk next to her.

He looked oddly familiar….

"Oh my gosh!" Anzu cried out, grabbing an umbrella, and throwing herself out of the car.

"Mokuba? Mokuba Kaiba, is that you?" Anzu ran around her car to the sidewalk.

Mokuba looked up. Who was there? With the help of the street light above, he was able to barely discern some of her features. He knew that face….

"Anzu?" he stood up slowly, "Is that really you?"

"Oh my God, Mokuba! What happened to you? Why are you out here in the rain? How long have you been here?" Anzu immediately rushed over with her umbrella and put it over his head.

Mokuba couldn't help but to smile slightly, She's so caring…I really like that about her…. He only answered, however, "It's a long story."

"Well, you have time to tell it in the car. I'm taking you back to your place," Anzu nodded, bringing him over to her car. She opened up the passenger door, and he hesitated.

"Anzu…I don't want to get your car all wet-"

"I don't care, Mokuba. You're health is more important than a stupid car," she retorted, nudging him a little towards the car.

Mokuba smiled as he got in. She really did care.

Anzu then ran to the other side, and got into the driver's seat. After strapping herself in, she looked over at Mokuba to see if he was alright, and saw him laying back against the seat, with his eyes open only a fraction.

It occurred to her that his glasses were missing. She hadn't seen his eyes out from behind lenses since he was a little boy. But, she remembered something about him not ever supposed to take them off. Something was definitely wrong.

As she drove off, she said, "Alright, Mokuba, what happened?"

"I don't really understand it myself," he replied in a soft and distant voice. He coughed at the end of it, and a look of worry crossed Anzu's face. He was becoming ill…. "For some reason, Insector Haga decided to pick a fight with me. And then, he purposely stepped on my glasses. I don't know if you know this, but I can barely see a thing without them. I'm not even supposed to take them off, except when I sleep.

"I couldn't call anyone, because I couldn't see anything on the phone; I don't have any of the gadgets that Seto wears, and besides, Seto and Noa are on a business trip this weekend."

"They're gone?" Anzu inquired, looking over at him.

"Yeah. Count on me to get in trouble while they're away. Anyway, I walked as best as I could around, trying to find someone to help me. But I didn't even know what street I was on – I couldn't read the sign. So I found a bench and sat down, trying to figure something out. All that time, it was raining."

"How long were you out there?" Anzu inquired.

"I don't know…possibly an hour or two," Mokuba replied, "It was around seven-thirty I think when Haga took me on."

"That was an hour and a half ago! We've got to get you home immediately! You've probably caught your death out there," Anzu panicked.

"I'm fine," Mokuba sneezed, "Nothing serious. I was only out in the rain for a bit."

"Do you have a spare pair of glasses at home?" Anzu inquired.

"Well…uh…you see…that was my spare pair. I kinda…broke my other pair a while ago, and have been forgetting to call to get another pair made."

"I understand," Anzu nodded, "Contacts?"

"Can't wear them. Putting them in would be more trouble than it's worth and I'm not sure they can develop the right kind I would need."

"I understand. How long will it be until you can get a new pair?"

"Well…if I call tonight, I'm sure I can talk them into getting me some by tomorrow…or the next day."

"What will you do in that time? You can't just stumble around your home in this condition," Anzu protested.

"I'll get a maid to help me or something," Mokuba shrugged.

"That's no job for a maid. Besides, they have their own homes to go to. Tell you what: if you're okay with it, I'll stay with you until you get a new pair."

Mokuba jumped and looked over at her with wide eyes, ignoring the slight pain, "You'd do that?"

"Of course. I'm not doing anything this weekend. And you need help. So it's decided then," Anzu nodded. "I'll just have to stop home and get some stuff. Of course…this has to be okay with you, is it?"

"Of course," Mokuba nodded. She didn't know just how alright it was!

Anzu walked, and guided, in a way, Mokuba up the steps to the mansion's front doors.

"Have you got a key?" Anzu asked.

"We don't use keys here," Mokuba remarked, "Too much of a hassle, when they can get lost and all of that. No, we use up-to-date technology." Mokuba broke away from her, and walked up to a small, metal box near the doorway.

"Voice recognition pass code," the machine whispered softly.

"Mokuba Kaiba," Mokuba replied.

"Voice accepted. Retina scan." Mokuba let the scan run over his eye. "Accepted." A lock clicked in the door, and Mokuba opened it up, beckoning Anzu to come through.

Anzu stepped into the front hall and looked around her. For some reason, she was not greatly impressed. Well, she was impressed – heck, it was a mansion after all…but she just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something very familiar about this layout….

"Very nice," Anzu nodded to him.

"It's nothing special," Mokuba replied, shrugging, "Others have places bigger than this. Take Bill Gates for example."

"Yeah," Anzu agreed.

Mokuba raised an eyebrow. This was a first. Every time someone knew was brought into the house, there was always the same conversation:

"Wow! What a great place!"

"It's nothing special. Others own places bigger than this."

"Who are you kidding! This place is fantastic! Who cares if there are bigger places! You are so lucky!"

Mokuba figured that perhaps since she was rather wealthy herself, this did not have any effect on her. But…had Anzu ever lived in a mansion? He only knew of her living in penthouses…. Heck, there was no room in New York for a mansion!

"So," Anzu immediately went back into "mothering" mode, "You ought to rest some. …And call your optometrist to get a new pair of glasses or something."

"Yeah," Mokuba let his eyes close for a minute, "Hey, could you go get the number for my eye doctor in the kitchen? I've got a cell phone here, and I can talk to him, but I don't think I can really make it to the kitchen without running into everything on the way," he laughed, although he was completely serious.

"Of course!" Anzu smiled, "Just go…rest on a couch or something…there's some right here in the hall I see, and I'll go find it in the kitchen. Where are the numbers?"

"Refrigerator, as they are in all households, are they not?" Mokuba smiled.

"Yep: all emergency numbers on the fridge," Anzu nodded, walking off towards the kitchen.

Mokuba suddenly looked up and spun around, "Anzu?"

"Yes?" she stopped and turned back.

"…Have you…been here before?" Mokuba inquired slowly.

Anzu blinked, "No…why?"

"Then how do you know where the kitchen is?" he replied, suspiciously.

Anzu blinked again and looked around her. She suddenly realized what she had been doing and her eyes widened, "You know…I have no idea. I really should have asked-"

"But you were going the right way."

"-you- …What? I was?" Anzu replied, aghast. "That's…interesting." She paused, and then continued, "Well, I guess I'll go get that number then," she turned around and began walking. I was walking the right way all along? How strange…. I've never stepped foot here in my entire life! And yet, I knew. I mean, it was unconscious knowledge, but I still knew where the room was.

And suddenly, Anzu found herself in the kitchen. "Wha'?" she backtracked and looked out the doorway. There was a hall and plenty of other doorways along it. "Must have noticed the room…unconsciously…again…because I sure wasn't paying attention to where I was going, that's for sure."

Still, Anzu easily found the number and returned to the sitting room. She found Mokuba lying back on a couch with his hands behind his head, and his eyes closed. He must have heard Anzu approaching, for her cracked open an eye and smiled as she came closer, "Hey. Find it alright?"

"Yeah," she waved the slip of paper, "I'll dial it for you."

Mokuba held out his phone for her. She took it and dialed the number on the sheet. Then, she handed it back to Mokuba. He put the receiver up to his ear and waited.

"Hello, Dr. Mostofski's office."

"Dr.? This is Mokuba Kaiba."

"Ah, sir! It's you! What can I do for you today? Schedule an eye exam? Check-up?"

"No, actually. I…need another pair of glasses made. My kind, you know?"

"Of course, sir," the doctor replied.

"How long will the making take? This is rather…urgent."

"Urgent? If you don't mind me asking, sir, have you broken or lost both pairs of glasses?"

"How long, doctor?" Mokuba asked testily, not wanting to get into the talk about shirking off his responsibilities.

"Ah, ah, if we hurry," he said in a rush, and slightly scared, "we can have them to you in twenty-four hours or less. Tomorrow, for sure."

"Thank you. If you could have them delivered here, I'll make sure you get your pay. Thank you, doctor."

"Thank you, Mr. Kaiba. Good night, sir."

"Good night." Mokuba switched off the phone. "It is getting rather late, isn't it Anzu? I can't read the clock, but-"

"It's about nine-thirty," she replied. "Yeah…it is rather late."

"I thought so," Mokuba sighed and sat up. "Best get up to bed. Uh….there are some spare rooms along the hallway upstairs. You can pick any one you want," he remembered that she was staying the night.

Anzu smiled, "Thank you."

"No," Mokuba stood up and looked directly at her, "Thank you. You really didn't have to come here, you know?"

"Aw, Mokuba," she put a hand on his shoulder, "I did have to come. You needed help, and I was the only there to give it to you. Besides," she lowered her eyelids, "I like being in your company."

"Anzu, darling," Mokuba suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her just a little nearer. Her eyes widened as she looked into his own. "You just said the magic words."

With that, he put his lips on hers. Anzu felt the familiarity of the kiss and immediately felt "at home" in his arms. Like last time, her arms snaked up around his neck and she pulled him a tad closer.

His other hand had found its way to her jaw and was softly caressing it while the hand on her back rubbed its way around her waist.

Anzu played with Mokuba's long, ebony hair; entwining it in her fingers.

Mokuba fell back onto the couch and Anzu landed on top of him. He continued to kiss her, sometimes just teasing her with a little suck on her top lip. She would smile and practically beg for more by pushing herself closer to him and massaging his shoulders with her fingertips.

Mokuba's hand on her jaw slowly traveled its way down her shoulder, riskily close to her chest as he traveled down her arm and down to her midriff, where he tried his best to stay in "acceptable" territory.

On one of their very short breaks for breath, Anzu looked at him and said, "Even when you're almost blind, you still present an excellent kiss."

"One of my many talents," Mokuba chuckled softly, looking –as best her could- into her azure eyes. Anzu vaguely thought that chuckle sounded much like Seto's….

But all thoughts were erased as he kissed her once more.

A chime sounded. Mokuba blearily woke up. Feeling a bit of weight on him, he glanced down and honest-to-God wished he could see. He would have loved to be able to perfectly remember the moment he had Anzu Mazaki lying on him, still asleep.

Of course, it was hurting his eyes to watch her still slumber on, so her instead vouched for resting his head back on the arm of the sofa and gently stroke her soft hair and skin.

This was how it should be. This was how he wanted it to be. Maybe one day in the future…he thought, it can really be this way….

Wouldn't that be something?

The chime sounded again. Mokuba grunted and looked around. It was the doorbell. Where was the butler? Ah, he figured, it must be Sunday. Workers have the day off today. I suppose I have to get the door myself. But I don't want to wake Anzu….

"What was that?" she mumbled in her sleep, snuggling deeper into his chest.

Now he really didn't want to get up.

"I have to get up for a sec, Anzu," he told her, "But I'll be right back," he added.

"Humph…" she shifted, "Alright." Mokuba removed himself from her and the couch and stumbled over to the wide doorway. Thank the Lord he was only in the sitting room outside it.

He opened the door and squinted, trying his best to see who was there. This probably wasn't the safest thing to do: answer a door, almost blind and not knowing who was there.

Something was put over his eyes. Everything immediately came into focus. The doctor himself stood before him.

"Better?"

"Much! Thank you, sir!" Mokuba shook his head readily. "Let me just get my wallet here," Mokuba dug into his back pocket.

"I hope the wait wasn't too long," the doctor checked his watch, "One o' clock was fine, right?"

"ONE O' CLOCK!" Mokuba suddenly jumped and looked at his watch. Sure enough, it was one hour into the afternoon.

"Slept in, did we?" the doctor laughed, noticing his rumpled clothes and his five o' clock shadow. "Well then, I'm sure you were fine without the frames for the while."

"Yeah," Mokuba replied, pulling out a fifty dollar bill, "Here. Keep the change."

"Thank you sir," the doctor bowed, "Good afternoon."

"Good…afternoon," Mokuba replied. The doctor left, and Mokuba closed the door. He turned around and leaned back against it. It was a miracle to see everything again….

"Well hello there," Anzu suddenly came up on his right.

"Anzu!" Mokuba jumped. "Please don't do that…."

"Sorry," Anzu smiled. "Glad to see you can see again."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, I probably look like a dork again," Mokuba sighed.

"What? Heck no!" she laughed, "In fact," she leaned against his shoulder, "I think you look better with them on."

"Are you trying to hint at something?" Mokuba inquired, looking down at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Now whatever would I be hinting at?" Anzu raised her eyebrows in mock surprise.

Mokuba had the perfect way to answer the question.

Whoa. Longer chapter than I thought! Oh well! The more the better! Anywho, hope you enjoyed that fluffy MokiexAnzu chapter! Had to get his romance in there somewhere, didn't I? Noa and Seto have had/will have enough for now. I know most of you would rather Seto had the chapter, but Mokuba needs to shine too, you know. PLEASE REVIEW!