Deep in possibly the best sleep she'd had in weeks, Anzu batted lethargically at her shoulder.
"Stupid fly, go away." She sighed.
But the fly didn't stop. Anzu swatted again at where it tickled her skin.
"I'm trying to sleep, go away."
"If you insist." Came the sultry reply.
Anzu's eyes opened gradually, blinking a few times to clear her vision. The fog that clouded her brain lifted and the realisation of what or rather who the fly was made her twist suddenly in the bed to face them.
"Morning!"
"Hi," She breathed rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Her eyes widened and a gasp escaped her as she felt Seto's hands roam beneath the covers.
He smirked as he settled above her. "Just offering my apologies for the ….. End last night."
Anzu's eye's began to twinkle as she offered the same sly smile as the night before.
"Really, what ended?" She moistened her lips.
Seto's own dark blue orbs danced with the game.
"I don't remember now, nothing I suppose, well I better start getting ready for work." He tried to shift but found her hold had tightened somewhat.
"Try remembering." She said once more chewing on her bottom lip.
"Ah yes, it's coming back now; those disappearing lips, now how did I say I'd stop that?" He tilted his head to feign a considering look at the ceiling.
Taking his chin between her thumb and two fingers she brought his lips down to her own.
"Like this." She murmured before closing the gap.
Both were oblivious to the world around them. The door to Seto's bedroom flew wide.
"Seto..Seto…" Gasped Mokuba. "We can't find An…."
His hand slipped forward off the doorknob, sending the gaping boy thundering to the floor.
Seto rested his forehead on Anzu's. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath.
Anzu lay still, not daring even to breathe.
"Mokuba!"
"Y-yes Seto."
"Pick yourself up off the floor and face the door."
"Yes Seto." Came the meek reply.
Sensing his brother was either too scared to move or awaiting further instructions Seto kept going.
"Take as many steps as you need to exit this room."
The boy could easily have claimed a record for the pace at which he bolted from his older siblings chambers.
"Oh and Mokuba." Seto called, raising his voice to be heard. "Close the door."
BANG!
"Now I think we were somewhere about here?" His Cheshire smile returning.
Anzu let the built up air escape her little by little.
Upon dressing Seto went in search of Mokuba, hoping the boy wasn't too traumatised by the recent experience.
Accepting the mail from the butler he sifted through the letters.
"Where is Mokuba?"
The butler stopped and straightened towards his employer.
"I believe Master Kaiba said he needed some air."
"I don't doubt, did he say where he was partaking of said air."
"I believe he had the driver take him to Mr Mouto's."
Seto ceased sifting the mail.
"He did! Well that visit should be nothing if not interesting." He added more as an aside to himself. "I have nothing more, thank you."
The butler showed the same hesitancy as the previous day. Seto gave the man a pointed look.
"You have something on your mind."
"Well begging your pardon sir, but Master Kaiba was most perturbed thinking Ms Mazaki had left us."
"I am aware of this."
The butlers shoulders shifted slightly as he persisted; his Adams apple prominent as he swallowed. His clothes gave the impression that they were in fact choking him to death bit by bit.
"I must say I also was concerned when it was found that Ms Mazaki's bed had not been disturbed and her presence could not be detected."
Seto's face was as fathomless as ever.
"I can assure you Ms Mazaki is still very much here."
The butler fidgeted some more. "Well I must say that is excellent news, we should be sorry to see her go, begging your pardon."
"Yes we will." Offered Seto.
"I'm sorry sir I don't understand, isn't Ms Mazaki staying, I thought…"
"You thought?" The eyebrow now elevated the merest height.
The butler felt the same anxiousness as the day before settle over him.
"Well seeing as Ms Mazaki…that is to say…" He was running his mind round in circles trying to present an answer that would not get him sacked for presumption.
"Ms Mazaki will be here until she leaves for New York." Helped the now bored employer.
With that Seto left the drained man to regather some semblance of decorum. Other house staff giving Seto's office a wide berth.
Picking up the phone, Seto dialled a number her knew like the back of his hand. It wasn't long before he heard the line pick up.
"We move today."
With that he placed the receiver back down, closed his laptop, and grabbing his keys exited the room.
The poor butler was too slow in diving under the stairs and subsequently stood to face the Mansion owner again. He nearly melted to the floor in a puddle as awaited the next round.
Seto noting the perspiration building on the man's brow politely enquired.
"Is something the matter, are you unwell?"
"Ahem, no Sir. It's just a trifle warm in here."
Seto took this in and nodded thoughtfully. "Yes I do believe the heat has increased a little ways within the last 24 hours. I'm sure, however, it's been of some benefit?"
"Oh yes, quite Sir." Came the eager reply. "I believe you wanted to tell me something?" Desperate to alter the course of the conversation
"Can you tell Ms Mazaki that I will be detained and won't be home until late tomorrow; and I suppose that my brother should be notified too, if one can prise him from his hiding place."
"Can I tell them your whereabouts?"
"Tell them I've gone to meet an old friend."
a/n - glad you liked the last one. to the anon reviewer - your criticism was duly noted and also appreciated. This chapter is shorter, but I felt it poignant to finish it where it did. Enjoy!