Anzu woke disoriented by her surroundings. She remembered dancing and crying alternately until she'd had no more energy to do either. She also recollected the plush chair in the corner of the ballroom where she had curled up to rest. What she didn't recall was the part where she walked back to her bed. Pulling back the covers she found was still in the previous days clothes.

Only one possible explanation presented its self, she had been carried to bed. It seemed unlikely the house staff would have, leaving only Seto. Puzzled by why he would bother, particularly after their argument, Anzu grabbed fresh clothes and entered the ensuite for a shower.

Placing the finishing touches to her appearance she made tracks for Seto's Office, finding it empty.

"Mr Kaiba, has gone to the office in town today."

She smiled, her recognition of the mans skills to pre-empt the needs of those he served.

"And Master Kaiba called to say he was spending the day at the arcade with Mr Mouto."

Were all her thoughts open to this man?

"Is there anything I can do Ms Mazaki?"

"No thank you."

"Very well, then I'll go about my business." He looked hesitant and as though he wanted to impart some great knowledge with her.

"Is there perhaps something I can do for you?" she asked.

He was caught with no where to run.

"I just wanted to say, and I hope I'm not too out of line. But I rather wish that you would not be leaving us, you make this place seem more…" he paused. "Homely."

He cleared his throat, his complexion showing a slight tinge of red. Making an excuse he left quickly for another area of the house.

Anzu pondered this revelation and sighed. Grabbing her coat she called out to no one in particular that she would be out for the day and would be home in time for dinner.

It had been a long walk the first time she'd done it, but now it seemed longer still. Anxiety gnawed at her empty stomach. As before though the distance offered her the time for reflection. She cursed inwardly as she began to question the necessity of this visit. It couldn't possibly serve any good to do it.

"At least you'll know."

"Yep, cold hard truth is just what I need." She muttered voice heavy with sarcasm.

Rounding the end of the street she knew so well her heart leapt to her throat when the all too recognisable car of Seto came into view. Practically diving behind the nearest bush she watched through the gap as her front door, her old front door she corrected herself, opened. Seto was first out and her legs gave way as she had her first sighting of the fabulous Angela. Although not close enough to tell with any certainty, it seemed that the beautiful creature had been crying. She dabbed at her face with a tissue and flung her arms about Seto, kissing his cheek, whispering words that Anzu could only guess at in his ear.

Anzu waited until his car drove from sight and the front door had closed.

"Well," her mind taunted. "What now?"

She was still kneeling within the bushes.

"There is nothing now, we have our answer." Rising she dusted her skirt off and pushed through the bushes.

"Where's the we? You have your supposed answer. I for one want to hear more."

"I'm insane! I'm talking to myself, answering myself and now I'm about to commit emotional suicide." She raised her hand to the doorbell.

Her instincts told her to run, but her legs wouldn't respond, her curious mind had taken firm control. Her innards clenched as she heard Angela's sweet laugh of "Seto I'm fine truly."

Opening the door wide Angela's laugh disappeared. "Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else. Can I help you?"

Can I help you? The words echoed through Anzu's mind. Several emotions ran through her body showing plainly on her face.

A smile that never quite reached her eyes adorned her. "No, actually I came to say thank you and congratulations."

Angela looked quite shocked. "What for?"

Anzu gestured to the house. "This was mine, well my parents really."

Understanding dawned. "You must be Anzu!" she exclaimed. "I've been dying to meet you."

If Angela's earlier shock was anything to gauge by then the complete shutdown within Anzu eclipsed it threefold.

"You have? I take it you've spoken with my parents." Her voice came out flat.

"What? No! I never had a chance to meet them, I wish I had."

"Then I don't understand why you would want to meet me so badly." Anzu was truly perplexed.

"Seto, of course." Angela's reply belying how stunned she was at having to give the answer. "Why don't you come in and we can talk."

Seto handed his briefcase and coat over to the butler.

"This place is suspiciously quiet, where is everyone?"

"Well Sir Master Kaiba is upstairs and Ms Mazaki has not returned."

Seto who's head was bobbing up and down at the knowledge that Mokuba had finally graced the house with his presence, ceased with the further detail that Anzu had gone and not returned. His jaw clenched and twitched.

"Did Ms Mazaki, say where she was going to?"

"No Sir."

"Did she say when she'd be back?"

"I believe I heard her say before dinner."

Noting the time Seto continued his interrogation.

"It's passed Mokuba's usual meal time, has he had any?"

"Yes Sir, Cook seen to that." The butler was now feeling decidedly unsteady under the piercing glare of his employer.

"If it helps perhaps Ms Mazaki is with her friends and just lost track of time."

"Hardly, since Mokuba was with those friends. There've been no calls to the house?"

"Ah no Sir, I've been within reach of the phone all day, would you like…."

His sentence was cut off by the opening and closing of the front door.

"Well Sir," His voice shook slightly "It seems alls well that ends well. Let me take your coat Miss."

Practically wrenching it from her the Butler beat a hasty retreat.

Anzu walked past Seto to the lounge, hoping to find some sign of Mokuba.

"He's upstairs."

She smiled, a warm and disarming smile, disappearing upstairs to talk with the boy.

It was forty minutes before she returned, exhausted from the unbroken diatribe of Mokuba's stay with Yugi. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she searched for Seto, there were things she needed to say, had to say before she succumbed to her inner child and wallowed in its innate ability to hide. After ten minutes she gave the cause up as lost, deciding that he had gone to his room she ventured through the corridors to the ballroom. Placing her glass on the floor, she warmed her muscles in preparation. It didn't matter that there was no music, the songs filled her mind and with perfect precision she executed her choreography. Bringing the dance to a halt, she sipped her wine.

"And that my girl is the closest you'll get to a lead performance." She said ruefully.

"Care to explain why?"

She nearly dropped her glass in fright as she spun to find Seto behind her.