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Feet balanced lightly against the floor while thoughts of Jou and the soon to be night spent with Seto raced through the dancing girls head. But suddenly, and very unintended, Anzu's loss of concentration got the best of her and she fell; followed with a low "Ah!" tumbling to the ground. Rather annoyed with herself, the girl looked over to where the clock hung and noticed rehearsal time was nearly up. Collecting her things, Anzu headed off the stage and into the changing room where hopefully some cold water and a quick shower would do her good.

Meanwhile, back at the studio's entrance, a familiar face could be seen on one of the benches. Leaning back with arms stretched comfortably across the top, Jouanchi waited anxiously for his favorite brunette; every now and then glancing down at his watch, keeping count of the minuets past on his fingers. Typical ideas of how the girl would welcome his surprise visit had already been thoroughly planned. First they would start with a kiss, something affectionately light- just to get things going of course. Next she would fall into his arms, moaning softly while his tongue moved into her mouth.

Lips bruised and heart pounding, Anzu would beg the very way Jouanchi had always imagined (and on several recurring occasions dreamt of).

"Oh Jou… " He could picture it flawlessly now. Anzu squirming under his touch, feeling him through her clothes. A mental image of his hands shifting to grab the top of her dress clouded his head as a fierce yank tore it open.

But this perfection regretfully ended as an impulsive intruder opened mouth to cut in- "I thought all dogs had to stay outside;" to no shocker there stood Seto Kaiba, spiteful glare and all; the one that matched his personality down to a t.

"You say sumthin'? By now you should have figured I don't care."

"And just when I thought there was nothing worse than your dueling skills, you surprise me with pathetic insults and bad grammar."

"Fuck you Kaiba."

"Not half as well as that friendship preaching tease of yours I'd bet."

Jou's eyes instantly bulged, arms dying to strangle the life out of Seto right then and there. A line had been crossed. Badmouthing him was one thing, but Anzu was a whole different story. Then ramming him into a wall, Jou clenched his teeth and grasped the CEO's coat.

Thankfully before any blood was shed, both men had stopped dead in there tracks, mouths shooting open the second Anzu's presence passed.

Just coming out of a shower, her hair was wet and hung around her shoulders in soft locks while beads of water clung to her chest, accenting her cleavage. "Damn," each said.

Needless to say both instantly disregarded the conflict as Seto slipped out from his hold.

"I... um... forget my clothes?"

Jou grinned.

Kaiba smirked.

And flushing hotly, the humiliated girl grabbed her changing bag only to flee the room.

Minuets later, Anzu was dressed in a tank top, a hooded zip-up and a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't as revealing as the one just a second ago (to Kaiba and Jou's disappointment), but she looked adorable in them. The girl was then overcome with a sudden interest in the ceiling as she avoided eye contact to hide her bright red blushing face.

"Mind telln' me why this jerk decided to grace us with his presence?" Jou sarcastically growled.

"Mind telling me why the mutt is here?" Kaiba countered.

"Guys, guys, one at a time here. Jeeze how old are you again?" Anzu huffed, now regaining a little more composure. "Jou, as great as your surprise visits always are, I kind of previously agreed to a Mr. doesn't wait outside here that I would drop Mokuba a visit.

Seto flashed another smirk in triumph as the blond lowered his head.

"How's a movie later tonight sound?" The girl added with a smile so warm that he couldn't help but do the same.

"Human eating zombies II just came out!"

"Sounds great."

"As much as I hate to spoil the moment- oh wait, I really don't. We need to be on our way Mazaki.

"And your more than capable of waiting, Kaiba"

"Sure you'll be okay?" Jou added protectively.

"I think I can hold down the fort a few hours. He's harmless really."

"Call me when you need rescuing."

"Will do chief," Anzu waved as she trailed behind a fuming Seto, entering the parking lot and then an obviously very expensive vehicle. Not bothering to join her, he instead took to the driver's seat where it wasn't long before the luxury car started to move. Anzu's hands were now knots in her lap, fingers twisting in and over themselves as she slid effortlessly through Dommino. Her eyes barely had time to see the streets, smooth cement sidewalks, or even the bustling heart of the city. The girls mind was elsewhere though, wandering on the million different possibilities her evening could go wrong; how terribly awkward it would, scratch that- definitely will be.

And then Anzu's stomach dived somewhere near her waist as the car pulled to a soft stop in front of a mansion. Theme music from 80's horror flicks suddenly started to play in her head.

Deep breath.

The moment had now arrived.

Remember to exhale…

But instead she peered out of the window and gasped. A fountain was in front; a fountain with crystal clear water accompanied by a blue-eyes statue.

It was beautiful.

Stuck in awe, her train of thought left her when the back door opened, and she was attacked by a mess of black hair.

"Good to see you too kiddo," she mused while returning the hug.

The pair walked hand in hand to the rather amazing Kaiba estate as the other, less-cheerful brother was not enjoying his lack of attention. Once Anzu disappeared from sight, Seto allowed himself to let some tension out in a whoosh of breath. It quickly returned though, the second Mokuba and the little dancing vixen's laughter could be heard not far in advance. That's when his mouth twitched, almost ripping the handle off the entrance door and stomped inside.

He followed the giggling until all signs pointed to the kitchen. Carefully taking a sneak peek in, it looked like both had just begun to open up a box of cake mix.

"So I hear its Seto's birthday tomorrow, that wouldn't be why were breaking out the goods here is it," Anzu smiled at the boy rummaging for cooking supplies.

The mentioning of his name from her lips again sent the older Kaiba off in his own little world. And then into a trash can as he accidentally fell over.

"Looks like we've got a culprit, Mokuba." Both shared a laugh as they offered to help him up, but being Seto Kaiba, the man unkindly refused.

"I see you're both enjoying yourselves."

"Just because you're arrogant and bitter doesn't mean your brother has to be. He's quite the opposite actually; very charming. You might want to look into taking lesions."

Oh this girl was asking for it. And he wanted so badly to say something that would make her stomach twist and skin crawl. But unexpectedly, something in the back of his throat caused an abrupt lapse of insult functioning. Seto then became very aware of how incredible Anzu looked when making fun of him, the tightness of his pants, and a new problem that had risen not far from that area.

Then, with not so much as another word, he casually escaped for the bathroom. Duty called.

Mokuba smiled at Anzu's clueless puzzlement and snickered.

"Want to brief me in on what's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, just I've never seen big brother act like this."

"Like what? Less of a jerk, stumbling over sentences, slightly dumber than usual. The list goes on." Then she paused a moment to intake the information and her face flushed red. "OH NO, NO-NO-NO-NO! Mokuba, don't tell me he's-he's-he's…"

"Got aaaa cruuuusshhhhh."

"Oh come on! Your brother absolutely hates me. I mean HATES me. No overstatement either. Not to mention I'm pretty sure he's incapable of having normal emotions."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," the boy delightfully squeaked.

"That's it you little devil, your going down!" Dipping a hand in the not completely stirred cake batter, Anzu chucked some dead-center at Mokuba, getting him right in the face before he could duck.

"Ow! My eye, my eye- I can't see!"

Running over to the now frantically screaming child, Anzu panicked. "Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry Mokuba, I was joking you know. Let me take a look."

"Psyche!" And with that the girl was attacked with whole milk; completely soaking her hair and cloths.

"War it is then!" she shouted, both laughing hysterically, as a full fledged 'food fight' commenced on the battleground of Kaiba mansion. Eggs thrown one way, vanilla ice cream to the other, it was defiantly a sight to see. But maybe not for Seto as he ran back into the kitchen screaming "What the hell's going on?" then hit right in the mouth with a cup of who knows.

Silence marked the room now resembling an aftermath of a tornado.

Then Anzu and Mokuba pointed at each-other, giggling uncontrollably out the sides of there teeth.

But the corporate billionaire looked far from amused, more like just about ready to blow up really. "Mokuba. Shower. Now." And the boy didn't need to be told twice as he hastily left the room, hiding behind the door though as to hear what would happen next.

"Sit" the man then ordered with such coldness that it actually made Anzu jump.

"It was only a little fun." She tried to protest. "Don't get mad at your brother, I'm the one who started it."

Each glared at the other, both refusing to back down, both incredibly stubborn.

"Look, I'll start cleaning up right now okay? No harm done."

He thought about saying 'sure thing, bend over right now and pick up everything so I can see you on your knees. And while were at it, because your so dirty I might just have to scrub you clean in the shower. He wanted to say it, but didn't. Instead, and probably for better choice of words, Kaiba mumbled "Go up the stairs, and take your first right. You can wash yourself off there."

Gulping down her pride in one exhausted sigh, Anzu mumbled a thank you. And not wanting to make matters worse, exited without any other exchange of words.

Before making it to the hallway though, Mokuba popped out almost instantly; his eyes and smile just about screaming 'I told you so!'

"Don't even think about saying it-" she jokingly warned with shaking her finger "unless you want another repeat of the destruction done to your kitchen."

"Big brother might have a conniption if we try that again."

"The look on his face was priceless though."

"Hey Anzu"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad you're here. Seto never has friends over; a-and the kids at school say mean things about him. No one ever visits unless its about business. Even then they don't stay long." A pleasant interruption caught the boy by surprise as Mokuba was wrapped into Anzu's arms.

"Believe it or not, I had a hard time myself when I was younger. Never spoke up or asked questions, preferred to be alone, you know- that kinda stuff. Bet you'd never guess I was adopted too."

"Really?" he questioned excitedly.

"Yup, but good old Yugi found me eventually, then Jou, and together they made me realize its okay to trust people, let them in. Point is Mokuba, there are plenty of people who care about you other then Seto, me included." Vibrantly smiling, Anzu patted his back in a soothing motion. "Now what do you say we get ourselves cleaned up and then you can show me your video game stash."

"Okay!" Mokuba shouted while swiping a quick kiss across the girl's cheek. Anzu blushed and watched as seconds later the boy ran in the opposite direction; most likely his room. She then began carefully ascending a flight of stairs, investigating its elegant handle as her fingers traced the railing while moving slowly upward. Who knew Seto would have such fine taste in decorating.

Once reaching the top, Anzu looked right and then headed for the instructed area. Now inside one of the many rooms belonging to whom she believed least likely to win a kindness award; Anzu located a blue fuzzy towel and, satisfied with its comfortable softness, awkwardly began to remove her cloths.

'Gee if only the guys could see me now, naked, inside the walls of Kaiba mansion- and Seto's private bathroom no less!' Anzu had to laugh as she stepped into the spacious shower and shifted to turn on the water. Never having bathed in anyone's home besides hers, this was defiantly a new experience; but one she could not pass up considering her food covered mess.

Stepping further underneath the showerhead, Anzu studied the vast shampoo selection; ultimately deciding to go with "orange apricot." Nearly ten minuets later, she had finally reached her sufficient level of clean, but when pushing the curtain open to grab her towel, Anzu was of course surprised to meet a pair of cerulean eyes of which were very much attached to a Seto Kaiba.

All possible death defying sounds paralyzed the room as several high pitched curses were yelled at maximum to the now cowering CEO.

Shielding his eyes, he then apologetically tried a new approach. Too bad it was the wrong one.

"Fucking hell, woman! I'm just bringing you clean cloths. Would you stop screaming already?"

"Since when, does anyone in there right mind, open a door while someone else is taking a shower behind it!"

"Hey, this is my house, and don't forget it's out of charitable hospitality that you were let up here in the first place!"

"Why are you still talking! Think I could change with privacy sometime before the next millennium, or are you planning to continue lecturing me about your nonexistant generosity."

"Ungrateful friendship obsessed wench."

"Arrogant and terribly lonesome bastard with some "I hate the world, poor me" attitude mixed in. Seriously, have you ever listened to yourself talk, Seto? It's pretty pathetic."

"Don't play psychoanalyst, girl. You don't know me."

"Oh, that's funny; seems like you were doing just the same to me a second ago."

"So you're a novice dancer, with the talent but not the cash to get into collage. Boo-fucking-hoo."

"All I've ever tried to do was be Mokuba's friend! Your friend! Show you people can be good and how even pricks like you still deserve that!"

Fuming now, Anzu was more than ready to shred Kaiba apart; that is until he pushed two hands against the wall on each side of the girl's hips, pinning her, and taking an unforeseen turn for the both of them.

"You want to try and talk to me about my problems? Play the pretend to care about my bullshit life game? Well all right Mizaki..." She clutched the towel over what little of her body it was covering as Seto's unflinching cold eyes glared into her terrified ones. They looked exactly like the first time he lost dueling Yugi.

"I spent my entire childhood in and out of Orphanages, scared shitless I'd get adopted without my brother. Our parents died when he was very young but I wouldn't leave him, we were all each other had, and it took five years for someone to want us both.

"Stop Seto, stop..." but despite Anzu's increasingly uncomfortable position, she did not for a second back down or look away.

"Oh don't worry Mizaki, it gets better," he added cynically. "Because as luck would have it- we got the multimillionaire abusive child laborer, Gozaburo. He would then lovingly threaten me in violent detailed descriptions of taking Mokubas life if I didn't do whatever he ordered. So I took the abuse, did the work, played brain child, obeyed, made his company millions; it was a simple system for years. Until my brother killed him- pushed out a window. Gozaburo had a gun to my head after finding plans to sabotage him; but Mokuba was there, to save me. Me; when I was the one trying to protect him. Oh fuck, I couldn't protect him, I cant even protect my brother." Seto was hysterical now, shaking, as he sunk against the wall. No longer trapping Anzu between him, he flinched, yelling "Get the fuck off," after noticing the girls hand in his.

She did not give up however; cupping his face gently, their eyes locked again. This time hers were warm and kind. Like Mokuba's.

Then, completely mesmerized with the half naked woman in front of him, Kaiba began to calm down as Anzu's skin enveloped his shaking body into a hug.

There was shock stillness in the room. There was only Anzu.

"It's okay Seto."

And for a moment, he believed it.

A/N: Holy shit guys. 8 pages. Yeah that's right, 8 pages. And on that note, I'd like to thank each and every reviewer who hasn't completely given up on this story. Yes it is still very much alive- and believe it or not I've already started the next chapter. As a nice little heads up: Jou and Anzu finally set the date, Kaiba masturbates, and Mokuba runs away. The tension, oh the tension. Man, I forgot how much I love writing the story.