Author's Note: I'm so, SOO sorry for the long updates! -.- I'm always busy nowadays, because I joined swim team, and that eats up like, two more hours (every day) of my already limited free time. Many apologies. Don't badger me about being so slow... :sniff: I feel horrible about it already. If I haven't updated in a while, go to my bio page; I may have a note there with reasons for my lateness.
By the way, something really odd happened to me the day after I posted Ch 5. You know that flashback where Anzu gets a cut on her left ring finger? The exact same thing happened to me the day after! Except it was on my left middle finger... But at the exact same area of the finger! o.O I have a scar now. :sniffle:
OMG. This next apology(I know, I have an endless supply of them) goes out to you anonymous readers. For the past five chapters, I've always been getting signed reviews, but no anonymous ones. I always wondered why. Well, the week after posting the fifth chapter, I realized that I had disabled anonymous reviews-- I was (unknowingly) blocking you guys!...And now I've enabled it. So please drop by a review, because now you can. I'm SOOO sorry!
Speaking of reviews. I'm amazed at how many I've gotten. Eighty! Wow. And 18 for just Ch 5! Seriously, I'm completely blown away from all this! Thank you so much for your wonderful(and flattering) reviews. I know that everyone says this, but it's mainly the reviews that propel me when writing this story.
BTW, the party's not in this chapter. It's in the next one. Sorry for the disappointment.
Oh, and special thanks to mischiefmagnet for giving me ideas and editing this chapter! I couldn't live without you:bow:
So thank you! Presenting... Chapter Six!
Disclaimer: HELLO. If I'm writing this on a free, non-profit Internet site(and no, I'm not dissing do you really think I own Yugioh? If I did, I'd be publishing this junk. Of course I don't own it!
Anywhere But Here
Ch. 6: Jealousy
"Dishes? Check. Table? Check. Counters? Check," Anzu Mazaki murmured as she slowly walked through her penthouse with clipboard in hand. She stepped into the living room, checking off the things she had cleaned. "Rugs? Check. TV?" She scurried up to it, and touched the plasma screen and then looked at her finger. There was barely any dust, but in Anzu's eyes, there was a thick film of the gray stuff. "Aha! Not check!" she proclaimed, and whipped out her handy-dandy Windex(AN: Don't own it, don't want to either) window cleaner. She sprayed at the TV screen as if she was using a gun, and then began to furiously scrub.
Unlike the celebrity/rich person stereotype, Anzu preferred to clean her home herself. She didn't like having servants and maids; it was kind of... intruding. Plus, Anzu liked the housework. She found washing dishes relaxing(AN: I do... nice, warm suds... hehe), and wiping/cleaning tables reminded her of the good ol' days when she was a waitress in high school. Anzu had worked at "Burger World", a very popular burger place(duh), so that she could raise enough money to go to a New York academy to dance.
Anzu smiled faintly at the thought. It was always nice to think about how far that waitress money took her. Whoever would have known that she'd become a world-renowned dancer and celebrity?
The high, sweet trill of the house phones brought Anzu out of her stilled thoughts. She put down her cleaning... tools, and reached over the low TV table and grabbed the phone. "Hi, Anzu speaking," she voiced cheerfully.
"Hi," the person replied. "This is Mai."
"Ha ha, that rhymes," Anzu said humorlessly. "Oh, I set up your meeting with Mr Jerk, by the way."
"Really! How?" Mai's attention seemed suddenly ensnared to the conversation.
Well, ok, let's see, I was stuck with the guy for ten thousand hours yesterday. In an elevator. Oh, no, of course it's not as bad as you think- I mean, I just love when I get to be stuck with a stuck-up jerk. Yeah, I asked him for a meeting then. And a few minutes later, he fell on top of me. No big deal. Yeah, that's pretty much it, Anzu thought, shuddering at the memory.
"I just happened to- pass him," Anzu said aloud in a forced-happy voice. "In the hallways! Yeah..."
"And he just said ok?" Mai sounded a bit suspicious.
"Uh huh... no! Of course not! It was hard convincing him, but I managed to at the end," Anzu replied, her mind gears rolling furiously.
"Ah, I... see," Mai said in a thoughtful voice. There was a pause on the other side of the phone. "So when is the meeting?"
"Um... let me check." Anzu grabbed her little date book. "It's on... Wednesday, at 3:00 PM to 3:15 PM."
"That's only fifteen minutes!" Mai practically screamed.
"Well, I'm sorry," Anzu replied, putting her hand on her hip. "It was pretty hard just to get the meeting. You know, extreme measures."
"Extreme measures?" Mai said, any trace of exasperation gone from her voice.
"No!" Anzu inwardly cursed... "Not the kind you're imagining!" She knew what Mai was thinking. "As in, like, arguing extreme-ish-ly!"
"Hmmm..." Mai murmured. Another silence.
Anzu used this time to change the subject. "Hey, why do you want a meeting anyways?"
"I told you," Mai said. "Business matters."
"Why can't you just tell me?" Anzu pouted. "I am the one that set up the meeting, so I have a right to know."
"You'll know soon enough," Mai said mysteriously. Before Anzu could reply, Mai said in a totally different tone, "Want to go shopping?"
:Anzu anime-falls over: "Uh..." she said. "Ok... Wait, know, I'm busy today because of housecleaning... And on Monday I have work."
"How about tomorrow?" Mai asked. "That's a Sunday."
"Ok, that works," Anzu said. She held up the paper towel and began to clean the TV again.
"I thought there was no work on Monday because of that duel disk thing."
"There isn't for most people," Anzu replied, "and I don't, either. But I'm going to a party to celebrate that night, and that's kind of like KaibaCorp work, I guess."
"Is it formal?" Mai said a bit too quickly.
"Of course not! It takes place in a club," Anzu replied. "Can you believe that? A club!"
"I mean, it's at the 'Ice Crown', so it's not like some dank place in a city's outskirts, but still..." she went on. She stopped abruptly when she heard Mai clap in excitement on the other side of the phone. "Then we must bring you out!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Anzu hun, do you know how long I've been waiting for a day like this?"
Anzu quickly caught on to Mai's meaning. "But I've dressed for events like these a gazillion time before in the past," she said slowly. "How's this one different?"
"Because," Mai said grandly. "I'll have the honor of preparing your looks all to myself!"
"But I never-"
"Oops, gotta go! I'll see you tomorrow, hun!"
Click.
"Hello? Hello!" Anzu exclaimed over the phone. There was no response.
Anzu sighed and put the phone down. She sat back down in front of the TV. To particularly no one, she mumbled, "Why am I even friends with her?"
"Mai, shut up!" Anzu hissed, her face flaming with embarrassment. They were in one of the most expensive clothing shops in Domino. No, scratch that- in Japan.
Mai acted like she couldn't hear Anzu. "Why, even the quality of this fabric's cheap!" she exclaimed loudly, disdainfully picking up a short skirt on the racks. "The next thing I know, we'll learn that this was made from child labor!" She ignored the glares and infuriated looks everyone was giving them(mostly Mai, actually). The manager, who was standing about twenty feet away, looked like she was about to burst into flames, but managed to stay where she was.
"Maiiii," Anzu pleaded again, tugging her shirt sleeve like a child. "Your reputation's at stake if you continue this..."
"Well, I'm willing to give that up in order to prove how bad the clothing here is! The styles are hideous, and you can tell there was no creativity put into them! This place is disdainful! Even the workers are rude!" Mai called out, acting oblivious to the fact that everyone could hear her loud and clear. Which was, of course, her intention.
"That's because you're rude to them," Anzu muttered. Mai played deaf. "I've never seen any place as bad as this in my whole entire career," she announced dramatically. She turned to Anzu and said, "Come, hun, let's go to a better shopping place instead of this, this flea market before I lose my mind." And with a grand flourish, she dragged a scarlet-purple Anzu out the door, head held high. Mai's that is.
"What did you think you were doing?"" Anzu exploded when they got into Mai's car.
"Bringing justice to Fashion Land once again," Mai said in a dreamy, off-hand manner. She turned the engine on and off they sped.
Anzu gave Mai a weird glance. "You're strange, Mai," she said at last.
"Mm hmm, that's why you all love me," Mai mumbled. There was a silence as the two women enjoyed the wind blowing their faces and hair in the convertible.
"Say, how about we go to my place?" Mai asked. "You know, my company building. I have tons of clothing for you to try out!"
"Sure!" Anzu brightened at the idea. Even though most of ValentineHart's clothing was for female duelists, some of it was for other purposes, too.
"And then we can finally make that contract that we've been planning for years for you to model for us!" Mai went on.
Anzu smiled happily, but then it quickly faded. "Wait, but I'm already working for KaibaCorp right now, though, " she said reluctantly. "And that lasts a year."
"Don't worry," Mai said in that mysterious voice again. "I've got it all figured out." She winked at Anzu. Before she could reply, Mai pointed ahead. "We're almost there."
"Wooooowww!" Anzu exclaimed, admiring one of the huge, huge, huge "closets" in the ValentineHart building. The racks, which lined two sides of the room, were bursting full of clothes.
"This room is just for your body size," Mai explained. "Because most people don't have bodies as slim as yours, we don't have as many clothes as we do for others."
"Are you serious?" Anzu exclaimed. "This is tons already! There must be hundreds of dresses here!"
Mai smiled, crossed her arms, and leaned on the door frame. "These are all just prototypes, so if you want to alter the design, just tell me." She sat down on a chair and looked at Anzu expectantly. "Well, pick a dress and try it on!"
"So many," Anzu whispered, still awestruck. Mai rolled her eyes and walked up beside Anzu. "You look especially good in cerulean," she said, expertly sifting through the dresses. "Yes, a darkish, but still sky-ish blue." Sift sift. "Here, try this one," she said, handing Anzu a dress. She went in to change.
"How do I look?" Anzu asked when she came out.
"Absolutely gorgeous!" Mai exclaimed.
Anzu turned around to look in the three-paneled mirror. She gasped.
"This thing is skimpy!" she almost wailed, hugging herself tightly. True, the sparkles were pretty, but the cut was low! It was made to be especially tight around the chest, and Anzu felt like she would burst.
"What do you mean!" Mai exclaimed. "You look wonderfully sexy! If Seto gives you one look, he'll-"
She was immediately silenced by Anzu's Ultimate Death Glare. "Just say one word," Anzu whispered in a frighteningly cold voice.
Mai stiffly walked past Anzu to get to the racks. She pulled out a random one and said meekly, "Um, try this one instead, if you want."
Anzu smiled icily. "That's the spirit."
Eventually, Anzu cooled down(more like warmed up). Although Mai thought each dress Anzu wore was better than the one before, Anzu didn't feel completely satisfied. "I don't know...," she said slowly as she searched the racks for the one thousandth time "All these dresses are beautiful, but they just don't fit me... Mai, do you have anything... OH, I don't know, less revealing?" Mai gave Anzu a plain I-don't-get-you look. "Anzu, hun, trust me, these look wonderful on you! There are countless women out there who would die to have a body like yours." Anzu rolled her eyes. "How shallow," she retorted. Sift, sift, sift.
"Here, why don't we look at the contract first as a break, and then get back at this? Mai suggested.
"Hn," Anzu agreed. They walked out of the dressing rooms and sat down at the huge table that was shaped in some irregular shape. There were other groups of people sitting and standing around the table, discussing and planning future clothing and design. Mai went to her office for a moment and came out with a large stack of papers.
"Whoa," Anzu remarked at the size of the stack. "Yeah," Mai said, putting them down on the table with a huff. "You'll have to read all this, then sign." Anzu shook her heard. "I'll just sign or whatever and have one of my agents read it later," she replied. "I need a pen. Pen, pen, pen, pen..."
As she searched the table for a pen, a lean man with rectangular glasses and a colorful scarf came up to Mai. "Ah, Mai!" he exclaimed, hands in the air. Mai turned and smiled. "Brad!" she exclaimed, and they hugged. "Anzu," she said. Anzu looked up. " this is my good friend Brad Languino from Italy. He's a very famous fashion designer. You may have heard of him, maybe...?" Anzu lighted up at the name She stood up, and they shook hands; Anzu dipped her head in a small bow. "Hello," she smiled politely. "I've seen many of your works. They're very, very beautiful!"
"Ah, thank you," Brad said in an accented voice. "I' have also heard of you, Miss Mazaki. .. It's an honor to meet you!"
"And a pleasure for me to meet you, too," Anzu smiled.
"So, Brad, what is it you wanted to tell me?" Mai asked him. Brad was launched into a long chatter about a new style he was planning to introduce, blah blah. Anzu let her head slightly turn so that her eyes could search for a pen. She caught sight of one sitting on top of a large plan of some prototype. She leaned down and meant to grab the pen, but she was distracted when she was the paper underneath it.
It was only a sketch with a tasteful touch of creamy-white color added to enhance the drawing. The dress, which seemed so vibrant, so real in Anzu's eyes, was a halter top, but the "string" part that wrapped around the neck was silk that was one-inch thick. There was no intricate design sewn into the fabric, although a faint, pale gold border lightly graced the hemline, which was just below the knees. A small, simple, pale jewel sat at the point of the dress where the "neck ribbons" connected with the rest of the dress.
"That...that," Anzu whispered, oblivious she had said so aloud. Mai turned back to Anzu at the sound. "Hm?" She smiled when she saw what Anzu's eyes were trained to. "Oh, that."
"I-isn't that the-""
"Yeah, an exact copy of the ballroom dress Rinoa Heartilly wears in Final Fantasy VIII," Mai finished. (AN: I own neither of those... Maybe I'll cosplay that sometime, though. D)
Anzu stared some more. She finally dragged her eyes to lock to her fingers, and whispered, "Pity it hasn't been made yet."
"I guess I can ask the artist about this or her plans for that design, but it'll take some time," Mai answered doubtfully. "I don't know if I could do it by tomorrow, though..."
"Actually," came Brad's unexpected response, "I designed that."
Mai and Anzu looked up at him simultaneously.
"And," Brad went on(pretty surprised and delighted at the sudden attention), "I have the color scheme and everything ready to go. I can make that dress by tomorrow afternoon, for sure, for sure."
"But dresses usually take weeks, sometimes months to make!" Anzu protested.
"Naw," Brad said, dramatically flitting the though away with his hand. "I know a seamstress named Michiyo Fujiwara... and old friend of mine. Sewing isn't her career, but she's amazing a tit. Her hand sewing is faster than anything I've ever seen, and not one scene is out of place. She can get the dress done in no time."
"Great," Mai agreed. "Anzu hun, just stop by tomorrow sometimes in the afternoon and I'll get you all made up." She emphasized the last two words with excitement, obviously loving how they rolled off her tongue.
"Wait," Anzu weakly protested again. This was going by too fast for her. "What's going on? Wait, you don't need to make a dress for me! That's too much work for you! I don't want to inconvenience you! I'll get a dress... somewhere... myself!"
"Oh, no, Anzu, -you don't mind me calling you that, do you?- this is most certainly not work for me! No, it's an honor... Plus a good way to show the world my latest design..."
"...Which will be most successful without me forcing you to make it so soon," Anzu interrupted.
"Oh, don't say that," Brad said, batting Anzu's comment away with this hand again. "Anzu, you'll be doing a favor for me. It'll add another point to my good name. A favor, Anzu, a favor."
"A favor?" Anzu repeated. She exhaled loudly and put one hand on her hip, the other on her forehead. "Gosh, don't call it that. You're making me feel bad."
"No, dear Anzu," Brad repeated, dramatic once again. It is a favor, just one, one favor!"
"And besides," Anzu retorted. "This dress isn't supposed to come out for a long while if you don't even have a prototype yet. Why present it so early?"
"Well," Brad said, taking the pen that Anzu was originally going to grab and starting to fiddle with it, "I decided that I'm not going to produce it for the world after all."
"?" was Anzu's reply.
"I'm going to make just one. Uno," Brad said. He clicked the pen on the table for emphasis.
"Why didn't you say earlier...?"
"Um," Brad said slowly. "I just decided recently."
"But-"
"Nope, it's not an inconvenience! I have come to a conclusion that I will make you a dress, and if you don't accept it, shame on you!"
"But I-"
"Ok, let's bring you here," Brad cut Anzu off and led her briskly over to another room.
"Step up here..." he pushed Anzu over to a spot with an "x" on the floor.
"Brad-"
"Tape measure! I need the tape measure!" Brad called out. One of the women in the room took a tape measure out of her work apron's pocket. Other women in similar uniforms also rushed over and swarmed around Anzu, holding her arms up as Brad and others measured Anzu's body. Anzu's protest ere no use.
"I think-"
"Thirty-six! Mei, you have that written down? Thirty six!" A woman on the side wrote something down on the clipboard that she was holding. "Thirty six inches, got it," she replied loudly over the bustle(or in Anzu's opinion, a brouhaha).
"Brad!"
"Sachiko, get Miss Michiyo Fujiwara on the phone. I need to talk to her."
"Um-"
"So that's 595-7829. Same area code."
"Brad? I-"
"Hmm... where to get that jewel... I'll probably use topaz... or maybe I can sheer a large pearl.. or Sinhalite, perhaps? Oh! Helioder! Problem is, where do I get that?..."
Anzu had a sudden epiphany. She obviously wasn't going to be able to stop Brad from making the dress. And if she was going to wear it, it might as well be... special. If she was going to be the proud model for the only dress of this kind, her and the garment ought to enhance each other's beauty, right? Well, Anzu was of the opinion that Topaz wasn't really... her. She had a much more appropriate shade in mind.
"Azure."
Brad stopped mid-sentence and turned to look at Anzu. "What?" he asked.
"Azure blue," Anzu repeated.
"Azure? But that'll stand out!"
"Make it paler, I don't know. But make it azure." Seeing Brad dubious, Anzu added, "That'll be the agreement, if you insist so much on making that dress."
"But-"
"Thank you," Anzu said, dipping her head and revealing a small, mischievous grin. "That's all the measurements, I presume?" The women nodded their heads. "Alright, I'll drop by tomorrow, at... four thirty. See you then!" She walked out, her head held high. "Oh," she said, sticking her head back in. "Thanks again, Brad." She stuck her head back out of the room, and walked away. Her grin turned into an almost sprightly smile.
That content smile faded quickly the moment Anzu stepped out of the ValentineHart building. The infamous press swarmed about. They were getting really annoying. But then again, were they ever anything else?
Anzu hurried back into the safety of the building, taking out her cell to dial for her chauffeur. She really needed to get in the habit of getting the limo to come before stepping outside.
After exactly seven minutes, Anzu saw a glimpse of black through the crowd and knew her ride had come. She took a deep breath like she always did before going out the doors in a state like this. "You can do this!" She walked out.
Anzu felted like she was back in six grade, when all the eighth graders would push the younger kids around in the lunch lines. It was the same thing; except, of course, there were the flashing light bulbs, sweaty reporters, and all the attention focused on her.
It was good she didn't have stage fright.
Anzu ignored the blur of people. They always looked the same to her-- girls: long or short hair, maybe in pigtails; large eyes, usually too much make-up and perfume. Guys: spiky hair, lean bodies, cologne sometimes, and always wearing a belt for some reason. Reporters: the most annoying voices asking ridiculous questions that were way too nosy. Of course, there was occasionally a quiet girl on the side shyly asking for an autograph, and maybe one or two boys that Anzu gave a longer glance than necessary. And rarely, there'd be some nice(r) reporters... Usually those came to her when all the excitement died down(which was more often than not a week or so... Anzu was counting the days). Whenever one showed up in pandemoniums such as this one, Anzu would automatically focus her attention on that person.
But the person who caught Anzu's eye at the moment wasn't a reporter. It was a strikingly handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. However, it wasn't his attractiveness that drew her eyes. In fact, she didn't even notice. It was his face, his eyes... As odd as it sounded, they looked like-
"Yoshi," Anzu whispered.
The man stood about ten feet away from her, in the crowds, near the limo. When she was about to get into the car, he stealthily handed her a folded piece of paper. She turned to look at him, confused, but he was nowhere to be seen, and the door to the limo had closed, with her inside.
When the car began to speed up, Anzu opened the slip of paper, and was puzzled at the three-lettered word she read: "vet".
"Where would you like to go?" Ron, her chauffeur, asked, bringing Anzu out of her thoughts.
"Umm... let's stop by Milano's. I'm going to get an espresso," Anzu suggested. When they got there, Anzu went into the café(with her oh-so-useful disguise sunglasses) herself. As she waited patiently in line, she heard someone call out, "Miss Mazaki!" Luckily, no one seemed to hear the last name over the hustle and bustle of the successful and crowded café... that is, no one but Anzu. She turned and gasped a little. In front of her, panting as if he had run to catch up, was the man who Anzu had seen only minutes before.
"Gah, I'm such a klutz!" the man, who Anzu learned was named Toya, said for about the fifth time. He had insisted on taking their two ordered drinks over to sit at an outside table by the windows... And had spilled a little onto the grown. Again. "Oh, that's ok!" Anzu replied, cheerfully taking the drinks out of Toya's hands and sitting down at the table. Toya followed suit, and they began to converse animatedly. The drinks slowly stopped swishing around in their respective cups.
Over the past ten minutes, Anzu had learned a lot about this man sitting across from her. His name was Toya Saruwatari. He was currently getting a Masters Degree at Tokyo U, and had a job as a waiter. Which was quite ironic, considering that he had spilled their drinks countless times just getting to the table.
Toya owned three pets, all of which were cats. It had been Yoshi, the youngest of his three, that had almost gotten run over; that was the same blue-eyed white cat that Anzu had saved ten days ago.
"So I had been searching for you all this time, trying to find a way to contact you and thank you," Toya went on. "I finally found you at the ValentineHart Building. I slipped you that note... You got it, right?"
"This?" Anzu asked, taking the slip out of her pocket. "It says 'vet'... I didn't get that, really."
"'Vet?' That note's supposed to be in my pocket!" Toya dug his hand into his pocket, with a confused and worried face expression.
Anzu smiled a little. This was the first time she had actually seen him still, so close. He had a baby face, with his hair kind of flopping over his eyes. She noticed slight dimples-- many girls must have fallen for him. And Anzu couldn't blame them. His clumsy, honest personality was lovable.
"Oh, here it is! Hm, it's supposed to say 'vet' on this paper, not yours..." Toya unfolded the note in his hands. "Oh shoot! I was supposed to give you this one..." Toya showed her. The noter3ead, "Please come to Milano's café ASAP. It's important."
"I know, it's not very convincing," Toya said, flustered, "But I had to do it in the spur of a moment, and I thought you just might come. And you did! But only by coincidence."
"But I came, and that's what matters, right?" Anzu giggled. Toya smiled. "Oh," she went on, "and here's the vet slip. Do you still want it?"
"Yeah, it'll help me remember Yoshi's appointment at the vet on Saturday," Toya replied. He reached over the receive the paper. While his arm came back, he knocked his glass of coffee over, all over his shirt. "Oh shoot!" Toya exclaimed. He quickly stood up, hurriedly wiping his shirt with some napkins.
Anzu also got up(fast reflexes) and wiped Toya's shirt with the leftover napkins. Luckily, the stain was quite small, albeit dark. "Oh no! Let me get it off!"
"No, really, I'll do it! It's no problem, I swear..."
"Wait, don't do it like that! You men really are clueless! It's much easier if you do it like THIS..."
"AHAHA! Not there, it tickles!" Toya suddenly yelped. She looked at him strangely for a moment and then went back to cleaning.
Anzu was too focused on getting out the stain to notice the almost arcane shadow that was cast over them for a moment. Then, it was gone.
As Kaiba's limo passed down one of the lively streets in downtown Domino, Kaiba relaxed in the black leather seats. "Where to, sir?" his chauffeur asked Kaiba politely.
"Milano's," he replied gruffly. The café was the best by far in town, and was very famous in the area. The only time Kaiba didn't get his coffee from there was when he went on trips, and still only when it was international.
They stopped at the crowed and popular café . Schultz, the chauffeur, got out of the car to get the coffee. The limo was parked by the curb next to the café ; Kaiba made the window go down a little for some fresh air. He picked up the newspaper sitting next to him to read. One of the side columns of the first page said: "Kaiba and Anzu: Secret Relationship?" He snorted. They were still at those ridiculous rumors? Kaiba turned to the Business section.
---Five Minutes Later---
"What's taking him so long?" Kaiba muttered. Usually it was boom, go in, go out, and the limo would drive away with Kaiba and coffee and all.
He cursed and got out of the car. Casually walking into the café, he noticed with satisfaction that (1) the place was too crowded to notice the presence of and gawk at the Seto Kaiba; and (2) Schultz was walking toward Kaiba, with coffee in hand. "Sorry," he said. "Long lines."
Kaiba merely nodded, and accepted the coffee. He took a sip while they walked out the door. He almost spit it back out when he saw what he saw.
Anzu Mazaki was standing there, and a tall man was facing her, his back on Kaiba. Anzu's face was all red and flustered, and her hands were on the man's shirt. From the quick movement of her fingers, Kaiba assumed that she was taking the man's shirt off. In a public place.
"Oh no! Let me get it off!" that slutty brunette said breathlessly.
"No, really, I'll do it! It's no problem, I swear..." Kaiba heard the other man reply hastily.
"Wait, don't do it like that! You men really are clueless! It's much easier if you do it like THIS..."
"AHAHA! Not there, it tickles!"
Kaiba came to a dead stop, not hiding his stare. Schultz, who was oblivious to this all, said, "Sir?" Kaiba noticed that his chauffeur was already at the limo with the door open. Realizing he had ceased walking when seeing Mazaki, Kaiba quickened his pace, and got in the car in a flash. The door quietly clicked shut, and the limo glided off.
"What the-!" Kaiba cursed to mid-sentence. For once, he was in too much shock to be coherent. Why the HE was Mazaki there, doing that! All evidence pointed to it- the flustered face, the hands on the man's chest, everything.
Now look who's flustered, an all too familiar voice said smugly.
"It's you," Kaiba stated flatly. He had stopped denying his conscience's presence, since it was basically inevitable.
Uh huh, it said. Also known as Conscie.
"Shut up," Kaiba muttered.
So, what's it like to have serious competition over your lover? It asked.
"She's not my lover," he responded all in one breath. "And-"
How does it feel, it went on, to see her doing something like that with someone other than you?
"What! I don't even care!..."
So why are you still thinking about it?
"Because they made no business of hiding it! They have no shame! Just, just doing that just, right in the middle of a café!"
It? The conscience repeated innocently. What's 'it'?
"You know what I mean."
What? Sex?
"No! Nooo..."
.silence.
"Why am I being so gullible?" Kaiba muttered to himself. "As dumb as she is, that woman wouldn't just be doing that outside, for all the world to see. For all I know, she may have been helping ht e guy into his coat."
Flustered flustered flustered, the conscience sang. Cherry red face...
I don't care!" Kaiba snarled aloud. He did so with such force that the conscience went quiet... for the moment.
This was ridiculous. He really, really did not care. Kaiba pressed his head against the tinted car window, looking outside but not seeing. He did NOT care, he did NOT. He never did, he never would; it was practically written in stone.
The only thing Kaiba wanted to do now was to get these silly thoughts out of his head... and also to get the burning sensation off his chest. He had never -or rarely- felt this way before... this frustrated fire inside of him had never alighted... Until now.
Not even noticing he had done so, Seto Kaiba let out a low growl.
OI! I just had to add that last line. Tee hee, naughty little me. - But don't worry, I won't match our two fav characters up that easily...
Sorry... this chapter didn't come out as I planned; I'm not exactly satisfied, but hey, what can I say? I haven't updated in a month!
Anonymous ppl, please review! And you ppl with pen-names, you guys do so, too.
By the way, if you guys read other people's reviews for my story, you may notice 'Star'. She's pretty critical about my stuff(GRAMMAR)... but don't worry, she's not some meanie or anything. She's actually my school friend... I feed her my story though a "filter". In other words, I change the names, the title, everything... because I'm shy about my school friends reading my stuff. I know, I'm a horrendous friend.
Speaking of reviews!
Mischiefmagnet: Yayy! You better savor the IC while it lasts... If I write this other story that I'm planning(Full House), the characters will be totally OOC...--" Ha ha, I wonder what it'd be like to be stuck in an elevator... On the other hand, I don't want to know. Lol amberblood: Aw, I'm sorry... As you can see, the party isn't in this chap! But it will definitely be in the next one-- I promise! KeikoGurl: lol! I glomp you back! Yeah, hopefully, in like 20 years, Anzu and Kaiba will be the old married couple, not just the pigeons... Living Arrow: Yeah, I always love reading elevator scenes! I agree that it's pretty clichéd... But that doesn't matter if it's written well! . Hedwig-the-MilleniumOwl: Alrighties, I better memorize those Japanese greeting things! I guess when I wrote Ch 5, it was kind of afternoon... Ah, whatever. DKRaven: Ha, I was actually thinking about making Kaiba drunk again... But then I thought it might be a bit repetitive. Yayy, I'm glad that I was able to make you laugh! I love making people happy! - Gauri92: I'm so sorry for updating late:bow bow bow: WAHH... And I updated late this time, too. :sob: lol I'm glad that you liked the chapter, though! Firevixen73: Yeah, no pain no gain, right?... Ok, maybe I'm giving Anzu too much pain... Aw, I feel bad now. seguha: I'm glad that you enjoyed my story so far! Crystallyne: Yeah, I loved writing the elevator thing... I'm glad you liked it! kagome1316: Aw... Thank you! It makes me so warm when you say that... (Even though it isn't true...) I bet your stories are a million times better than mine! RavenluvsBB: Ha, thank you! I actually got the cat idea from a manga called "Alice 19th"... (It's a good series, by the way...) Except Alice saves a bunny instead! Desert's Dream: I'm glad that you like my story enough to update it! Sometimes I'm afraid that people don't want me to continue writing stories... I'm always afraid of that; but I guess you're not one of those people!- A Devil In Heaven: Ha, I loved the "complete dork" thing, too. I also think it's pretty funny! Nafaria: Yeah, I just love writing awkward situations... They're so fun to write.. especially with Anzu and Kaiba! PretJb4eva: Aw, thanks! Yeah, azureshippers unite! Star: Tehe, I'll try to make less grammar mistakes in the future then, k? It shouldn't really be that big a problem now, because now I have my awesome editor!
O.O Gah... look at the size of that paragraph...
Okies, that's all for now! I'll write Ch 7 ASAP! (That's a total lie...) Please review! Compliments will be treasured, constructive comments considered, flames cried over. Until next time, bye!
Love,
Ambiance-Dream