A/N: Wow, didn't plan on this story being as enjoyed like it appears to be. A nice little warmhearted thanks to all the lovely reviewers:
Peeps: :blushes: Thank you my dear. I personally love this messed up triangle romance too.
Lathayan: Hooray for all the positive-ness. I promise to update weekly, if not sooner :)
CWolf2: Whoa, thanks! Appreciate your kind words again. Haven't heard from you since my last chapter on Crossroad Luckless but I'll keep with my updating if you stick to reviewing ;)
ShinakaStar: I agree with the POV pertaining more to Kaiba's personality too; n' I made sure the second chapter has much more of him this time around. I'm also trying to keep the romance triangle as perfectly balanced as possible, so thanks for your two-cents and support :)
Warning: Nothing intense like last chapter; just some minor swearing courtesy Kaiba's dirty mouth XD
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Chapter Two
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Anzu relaxed into the warmth of the huge, comfortable chair, as her fingers unknowingly flipped through the pages of the book she held.
And completely oblivious to anything besides the rectangular piece of non-fiction in her hands, Anzu failed to detect the two cerulean blue eyes that were intensively gawking at her from behind a bookshelf. The cold stare of which just so happened to belong to everyone's favorite corporate teenage billionaire: Seto Kaiba.
As he continued to watch her, Seto had reached his embarrassment peak and was seriously questioning what the fuck he was doing.
Then recalling two weeks backward, the image of his brothers unexpected asthma attack still lingered heavily on his conscious. Minor injury as it was; it had still been more than enough to send the older Kaiba on an insecure train wreck. Though what he remembered that night was minimal, he could not forget Anzu's blue eyes and the sincere concern they held when caring for Mokuba.
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Flashback
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There was no time for second thoughts, everything happened instantly.
Mokuba turned his immediate focus from the television-set to the floor. And with one heavy, deep-rooted breath of air, passed out. I don't know what exactly happened or how I managed to get to the hospital as quickly as I did, but I do remember bursting through the clear doorframe and screaming for a doctor.
My eyes were on fire; rage had already begun to envelope my body.
But Mokuba was in pain, and knowing that fact alone drilled a hole straight through whatever now occupied where my heart used to be.
I suddenly felt a light tapping on my shoulder to which I irritably turned around, ready to choke the life out of whomever it was. Instead, I found myself facing a pair of sapphire eyes. What's worse is that I recognized who they belonged to.
Anzu Mazaki.
Concern filling friendship-girls every thought, she carefuly reached over to cup Mokubas forehead. "You work here?" I flinched, but let her continue after noticing the nametag. "Get me annother nurse, doctor, whatever- anyone but you."
The girl frowned, this time grabbing my hand and leading me closely behind. "Just keep insults to a minimum if you want to avoid the waiting room and monotonous paperwork, alright?"
Point very much taken, I decided, and shut up momentarily.
Holding my brother tighter I could feel the movement of Mokuba's body as he was breathing. I was breathing in the same rhythm as him, feeling his thoughts, his pain. And I tried, tried to make things easier for him.
Upon finally reaching an empty room, she took out a set of keys from her pocket and opened the door in front of us.
"Asthma attack?"
Thrown from my thoughts, I replied with my usual snapping. "Think you could do something about it!"
She held her tongue knowing that not saying anything would better both our situations and thankfully there were no words swapped between the two of us for a good ten seconds.
"You can lay him on the bed over there" she said, signaling to the right of the room.
I didn't want to let him go until I thought of what was best for Mokuba.
I watched while Anzu grabbed an inhaler to give life back into my unconscious brother's lungs followed by a shot. I would not let go of his hand.
Then he drew up a gulp of air. My brother's black-clad back was slowly moving again.
After finishing the procedure, she patted his long dark hair and smiled. "What a little fighter. He'll be fine."
A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
Only now Anzu and I were alone in the heartless reality of the hospital room.
"You need anything," she asked politely.
"Yeah, for you to get the fuck out of my sight." Okay, I'll admit. That one was a little over the top; even for me.
After that comment she clenched fists and her face turned red. Kindof funny acctually, until the yelling started. "That's it! I'm going to be brutally honest here. You're the most inconsiderate prick I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!" Anzu was now fuming with more anger than ever; and I couldn't help but register she looked kind of cute. "Say whatever you want Kaiba, but frankly I'm sick of apologizing when there is no need for me too. I'm tired of putting up with your relentless ego." There was a pause; the type of long awkward silence where you want to just run in the opposite direction and not turn back.
I think my heart literally stopped. Could this really be happening? Was I actually at a loss for words right now?
Taking some medicine from a cabinet, she walked up to me, and handed them over. "Twice a day, once at noon, the other before bed. Tell Mokuba I hope he feels better." With not so much as a goodbye, she was gone; exited right out the door.
And for the first time I actually felt some regretful empathy with what I had just said to the girl who had saved my brothers life.
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Anzu may not have felt any differently since the confrontation, but Kaiba sure as hell did. They hadn't talked since then; not once. And it bothered him.
It bothered him that this girl could make him feel things he never could, or even wanted to before.
It bothered him how everything she said, all down to that last little insult, was one-hundred percent true.
But what bothered him most was how underneath the innocent girl next door exterior, there lay a clever, wont-take-shit-from-anyone attitude that could match even his own.
Moving out from his bookcase hideout, Kaiba took a deep breath and slowly walked over to his captivatingly reading classmate.
"Anzu…" he began. 'Shit, where do I go from there? I never was good at the whole gratitude thing.'
"Yes, Seto?" 'Was that my name? She never calls me ?'
Again, she had cornered him. And again he did not know what to say.
"I'm… I'm sorr--ry."
She laughed. Not the response Kiaba had been hoping for. "You know, as fake and deceptive as those words are, a simple "I'm sorry" goes a long way huh? And I cannot deny the fact that apologies from you ring a little hollow in my ears."
"Trying to be clever dosent suit you," he hissed.
At that remark, she closed her book and smiled brightly up at Kaiba. "Pardon my lack indirectness, but allow me to address a certain annoyance I have towards you. I've given up. I don't want to hear an apology; I don't want to "fix" things. I don't even want to hear your voice. Now please leave me alone ."
Ouch. That one hurt.
"Don't flatter yourself Mazaki; I'm doing this for Mokuba. He… he wants to thank you. Personally. Says he would appreciate it if you came over."
Anzu's frown slightly turned into a half-smile again. "I would love to then."
"Think you could fit it into your busy schedule later today?" He made sure to emphasize the 'busy' with sarcasm.
"As a matter fact, I have my dance practice to go to." Anzu smirked while batting her eyelashes. "But if for once you wouldn't mind waiting thirty minuets in respect to someone else's busy schedule, I'm sure I wouldn't mind going to see your brother after that."
Seto gritted his teeth. She was playing with him. And he found himself stuck between a strange arousal and pure aggravation.
Suddenly, Kaiba's mind fogged up.
The thought of his body pressed roughly on Anzu's.
Images of the two of them against the wall- her skirt lifted up and his pants unzipped.
Shaking the thought away quickly, he grunted and asked for directions.
"It's the building right across from the Burger Palace on High street."
"I won't tolerate lateness, Mazaki."
"And I won't tolerate you being an ass, Kaiba." She spat with equal mocking.
Seto allowed himsef to smile then. He really was starting to enjoy there arguments. Especially the part where it involved his dirty imagining of her in naked suggestive positions.
Man, did this guy need to get laid.
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A/N: Sheesh, looks as if I went a little out of control with Kaiba's perverted-ness in this chapter; think it worked out nicely though. Before writing it, I had a rather lengthy discussion with a male friend of mine; asking why guys are so attracted to having there name screamed out during sex. :shrug: Not my forte, but I thought it seemed like a Seto characteristic ;) Hope you all continue with the reviewing, and don't worry- plenty of Jou in the next chapter.