Lifestyles of the Rich and the Arrogant
A/N: Whoa, new chapter already! I feel bad about updating so close to Christmas, but I'm not sure why. I know this chapter is short, but it's so cute! And kinda funny, I think... I hope, at least. I really like this chapter- it was ridiculously fun to write. But I made it so obvious! Oh well, guess I can't fix that. Anyway, I really hope everyone enjoys this!
Clash of the Classes
(In Which Anzu Scores and Seto can't Win Any at All)
It's the big game today folks, and it looks like it will be a good one. The long-awaited match is finally here- will it draw to a close the heated rivalry between these two extraordinarily talented teams? We can only wait and see; we can only wait and see.
"Ok Seto!" Mokuba announced happily. "Are you ready?"
"No. This is ridiculous. I'm going back to bed."
"But Seto!" The inevitable whine. "They'll be here in another half-hour! Don't you want to be ready?"
"No. Don't disturb me."
Mokuba growled, and watched his stubborn brother stomp back up the stairs. Was it really his fault that Seto didn't pay attention to any of the KC employees? Was it really his fault that Seto possessed the worst poker game known to all mankind? No.
'Hmph,' Mokuba thought to himself as he headed towards the kitchen, 'Whenever someone talks about Seto's personal life, they always mention how he's so devoted to his little brother, and how difficult it must be to play the role of both brother and father. But, in all their talk, do they ever stop to think about who takes care of Seto? Do they? I deserve SO much more credit.'
Sighing in frustration, he sat in front of the TV, waiting for the crew to show up. Seto wasn't worming his way out of that one. If Mokuba had to drag him out why the cuffs of his ragged blue-eyes pajama pants, Seto was going to follow-through with his inadvertent commitment.
And with a sneaky smirk as he saw a big van pull into the front driveway, Mokuba knew that once again his big brother didn't stand a chance.
Mokuba-1, Seto-0
And so folks, the game begins.
Seto, in his infinite wisdom, had signed up for a study hall. It was during the middle of the day. He couldn't leave.
This posed quite a problem (and bored him out of his mind).
Since he couldn't leave, he had too little faith in the administrators to demean himself by working in the office, and none of the teachers liked him enough (the feeling WAS mutual) to let him come to their classroom, there wasn't much choice. The study hall teacher was an absolute monster. She was mean, bitter, and, quite honestly, rather stupid. She was eerily similar to an over-exaggerated TV villain (and had she ever taken up Duel Monsters and made plans to rule the world... Hmm...).
So Seto went to the library. There he could at least have some peace and quiet. Among the books and computers- a strange but comforting juxtaposition of old and new- he found a scene of quiet, solitary repose. No one bothered him, and he could read, work on something for his company, or even do the homework he felt was worth his time.
Unfortunately, someone chose that day to disturb him.
And here it is, ladies and gentlemen- the clash of the titans. This is the match-up all sports fans have been waiting lifetimes for. One, the proud, arrogant champion, trying desperately to hold onto his title, and the other a strong, bold challenger, trying to win her place among the superstars of the sport. What a day, folks; what a day.
A quiet humming voice was coming from behind him as he scribbled something down in an old, spiral notebook. He tensed up with an annoyed frown, and turned around to see who had the gall to interrupt his tranquility.
Of course- Mazaki. Who else could it possibly have been? That girl... There was something about her that always managed to irritate him. He didn't like being around her; she had an adverse effect on him that always drove him mad.
"Excuse me," he growled out, none-too-politely, "What the hell are you doing? Why don't you take your annoying presence and hopelessly off-key humming somewhere else- preferably far away from me."
She glared at him harshly for a moment. But then, seeming to come to some decision, she stuck up her nose, and turned on her heel to walk down the next row.
Or that's where he thought she was going, because actually she just circled around and impertinently sat down at the table he was currently occupying.
"Go ahead, Kaiba," she dared. "Make a scene. You're the one who seems to have a problem, not me."
He sneered. "Shut the hell up, and get your sorry little ass away from me."
"My, aren't we pleasant?" She smiled sarcastically, and settled back more comfortably into her chair. "I think I'll just... sit here and enjoy this state-of-the-art library our school so generously provides."
He looked down at the papers in front of him, refusing to play her game. He was supposed to be the antagonist, not her. The sudden role-reversal angered him, and he refused to acknowledge it had happened at all. Did she know how she could push his buttons? Did she finally realize how much he detested her? Yugi was probably the only person alive who bothered him more.
'Right,' he thought to himself, trying to reaffirm his motives and feelings. 'Regardless of what most people would do or feel in this situation... But damn it all, that's exactly why I don'twant to spend any more time than is absolutely necessary with the stupid girl.' His pencil was poised over the clean sheet of notebook paper, waiting for words. But with Anzu there, he knew that he wasn't going to get much work done. He gritted his teeth. 'Bitchy, airheaded bimbo...'
Suddenly, a small voice was heard behind him. "Um... Anzu? I found the book; we should probably head back to class."
Anzu nodded and stood up. She grinned cheekily at the boy across from her. He inwardly fumed. "We've got to stop meeting like this, Kaiba- guys like you are nothing but trouble."
"As... enthralling as this has been, Mazaki, I think I could do without your juvenile teasings."
She pretended to pout. "Oh really? And here I thought we were best friends. Such a shame."
"I hate you."
"Feeling's mutual, ya bastard."
And with a bold wink, she grinned and left, leaving one very furious boy behind. Unable to concentrate, he threw his pencil down on the table. The day had suddenly turned quite sour. He hated her; so what if he had a grudging respect for someone so skilled in teasing him? He still really... hated her.
Anzu-1, Seto-0
Anzu, on the other hand, left their little spat feeling quite complacent. The girl she was with said nervously, "Are you sure you should t-treat him like that? It's... It's Kaiba for goodness' sake. He could have you expelled or something!"
"Him? Get me expelled?" Anzu snorted in amusement. "If he was going to do that- or even could do that- he would have done it a long time ago. I'm so mean to him- it just isn't a day unless I piss him off."
The girl seemed surprised. "Really? Not even Jounouchi-kun can rile him up that easily." The girl giggled. "Maybe there's a reason for that, huh?"
"Yeah, there's a reason; the guy hates me! I'm not worth his precious time, so it drives him crazy when I make him pay attention to him."
"Alright, Anzu, whatever you say," the girl said, with a disbelieving little grin. "But that wasn't what I meant at all."
End A/N: Alright! Whoo! Heh. I know the sports-announcer thing was a little lame, but I'm running out of ideas. All I have left is informercial. But anyway, it's funnier if you imagine that guy... what's his name? Er, Howard Cosell, I think. But yeah, imagine that voice saying it and it's really funny. Anyway, that's it. I hope ya'll liked this chapter, because I know I did! If you have time, PLEASE REVIEW! Pretty, pretty please... Ok, til chapter six (in which Anzu drools and Jounouchi's eyes burn).
ILB
