Disclaimer: usual deal, I don't own a thing except the imagination behind this fic
After a lengthy debate, Anzu closed the door behind her and started the considerable journey down the Kaiber Mansion drive.
Ten paces down the track she heard the front door open.
"You know Mazaki instead of being so bloody determined why don't you just get in the car and I'll drive you home. After all it's on my way to the office."
Anzu stopped, let out a large breath rolling her eyes towards the heavens. "Typical man, always gotta try and have the final word." Turning slowly she forced a smile on her pretty face. Anyone who knew her well would know the falsity of it, hers always started and finished through her bright blue eyes.
"Um thanks, but I have a few things on my mind. The walk home will help me put them in some sort of reasonable order."
Once again she waited for the snide comment that never came. "What! Twice in one day Seto's failed to zing me. The man's losing his touch."
"Whatever Mazaki, just don't expect me to identify the body when the police find you."
"You know Seto that's what I love most about you. You're all charm." Anzu slung the sarcastic comment over her shoulder as she resumed walking.
She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away, not daring to turn back she tried to reorganise her thoughts to the crux of the matter. So deep in her thoughts, she never noticed the car flash by until the after breeze shook her skirt about her legs.
Her mind drifted first to the conversation with Mokuba. The boys pensive nature both disturbed and interested her. What could have troubled him so much that he felt the need to ask her. It's not as though she was family or anything. But then again he did seem to cling more to her than anyone else these days. Seto included. She supposed that came from the kidnapping ordeal. Yet why did he want to know what girls want. Was it to do with those letters Seto receives!
Again unconsciously her mouth twitched and eyes grew misty. Stupid twits didn't they know you needed more than just long legs, hour glass figure and baby blues to win a man's heart. "Aargh! Get a grip Mazaki of course that's the top of the list, a brain's just a bonus. But Seto's different, he's got other agenda's. Hasn't he? Yet Mokuba did say he would take them up on their offer."
Anzu gripped her head in her hands, trying to stop the war going on with her conscience. She failed miserably.
"He didn't say he would, you stupid brain, he said he should." She yelled out in frustration. A bird on a nearby perch flew away, frightened by the sudden break in silence.
"Don't tell me, I know that. Tell your heart, it's the doubting Thomas."
"Great a smart ass head, and a weak kneed heart. Just what I need." She mumbled.
Trying once more to organise the rampage of thoughts clouding her mind, she returned to the question of Mokuba. His mood was almost desperate when he asked what she wanted. "It was desperate." Her mind reasoned. The conflict of emotions that shadowed his face at her answer nearly broke her heart. Surely he didn't harbour a crush for her.
"Why do I have to be at the heart of everything?" she cried out raising her hands to the mocking heavens.
Without conceit it was true. Her parents fought bitterly more times than they hugged and kissed each other, but for her they stay together. She kept her dance studio going by working after school and tirelessly fundraising till they had enough money to stay open. She helped Yugi make a friendship group to support him in his quest to solve the puzzle. She brought Mokuba out of a world of solitude and into the closest thing that could resemble a large family. She couldn't answer for Seto as he showed no sign either way that he was with or against them.
"Seto. Always Seto, never Kaiba now." She couldn't remember when the change occurred it had been too subtle, even for her.
"Stupid girls," she muttered again.
Once more Mokuba's question came to her.
"What do I want in a partner?" Tilting her head upwards in contemplation.
"What did you say Anzu?" Her mother's head popped through the lounge room door.
"Just talking to myself," she answered softly, before closing the door quietly and heading upstairs.
Her mother leaned back against the wall with her arms folded, a knowing smile on her face.
Thanks to all who reviewed. I was in two minds whether to continue, but your comments brought me inspiration. Thanks