(The long awaited reunion is finally here. Everyone celebrate. I had this written for few days earlier but I could not decide on how to place the ending section. It might not turn out to be exactly what you all wanted, but that's life for you. Have fun reading this... hopefully)


Chapter Six

Anzu got to the theatre early to discuss something with her manager. She told him that she had twisted her ankle after slipping on the stairs earlier and unfortunately it hurt too much for her to perform that night. She apologized many times over for this misfortune and wished to know if there might be any way to reschedule the date though she knew perfectly well it could not be done on such short notice.

He wasn't pleased, she had known he wouldn't be. There was also the added guilt on her of lying about the entire thing, but she was sick of waiting. Tonight she would get what she wanted.

Since there was only two hours until the show so the date could not be rearranged and if they canceled the refund on the money paid for admission would have to be refunded and that was too much of a loss. They did have a replacement act in case something such as this occurred but everyone knew they would be facing some disappointed and angered audience members. This could not be helped. While the substitutions prepared she got ready as well, finding herself a place where she could watch the hall and doorway of her dressing room to catch her mysterious- or not so mysterious as she had a very good idea of who it was- gift giver.

Leaning against one of the walls as she sat on a cardboard costume box she sighed to herself, sipping at a cup of strong coffee to help keep her alert. It wasn't enough and soon she had fallen into a doze and stayed in it until she heard the creaking of the backstage entrance door. Looking down the hallway she could see the usual yellow rose with a note card dropped off near her dressing room door. "Damn!" She quickly rose and hurried forth, taking a second to snatch up the flower as she rushed out. Stopping as the cold night breeze hit the bare skin on her arms she shivered and glanced around. It took her a minute but soon she saw a figure moving down the side of the street and it was enough for her.

"Hey! Wait up a minute!" she called out and started after again. Her heart sank when the one she had been following turned around and gave her a small wave. It was just one of the stage hands going outside for a quick smoke.

Murmuring an apology, she looked down at the flower in her hand and bit down on her lower lip. How had she let it slip away? She had screwed up the entire evening for everyone for her selfish causes which turned out as a big flop anyways.

Kicking a few pebbles on the ground she took a short walk, twirling the rose between her fingers.

It probably was not even Seto who was leaving her the flowers and notes. It could easily be someone that had found out somehow and decided to play a joke on her. She should just give up on him. He wasn't coming back...

"A lovely young lady like you should not be out all alone. Someone might try to take advantage of you." A low voice hissed suddenly into her ear and she screamed as large hands roughly seized her by the waist from behind. Her mind through all the possibilities and she gave out a weak cry for help, struggling when a hand covered her mouth, muffling her shouts.

"Oh shut up." In complete obedience she did just that and stopped trying to get away all at the same time as suspicion dawned on her. She might not have heard that voice in five years but she still recognized it. That tone was inimitable. She felt the strong grip loosen and spun around.

"You jerk! What the hell is your problem?" He could not come up to her and say hello like any ordinary guy. "I thought I was about to be dragged off and raped." Her anger melted when her eyes met his. He had the bluest eyes she had ever known, like someone had stripped the spring sky of its color, turned it into paint, then dyed his optics.

Seto merely shrugged as casually as casual went. "I do not have a problem. Well, no, that is not completely true. I have many problems."

How could he-... How could he just stand there and just... just... just pretend as though they had never been together. "You... you... you're..." She was at a loss for words. She was dreaming. This was all another one of her dreams and any minute now she would wake up to the harsh reality.

"I'm what?" he asked her. No dream there.

"You're an arrogant, selfish, overconfident, merciless and heartless bastard that never does anything for anyone other than himself!" she snapped at him though she pressed herself to him, a hand sliding up his chest. She could feel the firm pectoral muscles beneath the material of his shirt. it felt like eternity since she was able to get close to him.

"And your point is...?" he asked, giving no reaction to her harsh words other than a deadly, sexy smirk.

He was playing games with her, he always was. No matter what or when or how he was always playing some sort of game. How did she ever let herself love him? Worse, how come she still did? "I hate you." Really, this was not the reunion she had been expecting. Not to be scared out of her mind by him, then waste her time with cruel words. She had pictured one more romantic, more... passionate. She wanted to be swept up in his arms as he kissed her with enough need that it would make up for their long time apart.

"Everyone does these days; I cannot say it is anything new to me."

Anzu wanted to hit him, anything to snap him out of this. Here she was, standing right in front of him, leaning in so closely that she could have told him the exact contents used in the cologne he was wearing, listed in alphabetical order and he was doing not one single thing to suggest the fact that they had ever been lovers.

Maybe she wasn't attractive to him anymore... What if he had decided that he did not want them to have any sort of relationship anymore and just forget about the past? Dropping her gaze she took a step back and away from him, still holding the rose in her hand. Eternal love, that's what yellow roses meant. He had always been giving her yellow ones and she had never known why for the longest time. She had believed red roses to be the most symbolic in love. And when she had found out it had been a little too late.

Why could she not have gotten that Seto back, the one who was kind and caring with her, even with his rough edge? Why did she get this conceited thing? "Seto, please, none of this. Any other time, but not now... I can't have you being like this right now."

A smirk retaining, he nodded. Knowing what to expect she slid her hand behind his neck, parting the silk strands of his hair between her fingers as she leaned up to kiss him. Only he abruptly pulled away and stepped back, catching the hand she had placed on him. It was not long before she realized what was wrong.

The cold metal of her engagement band had brushed against his skin. "It's true? You're really engaged!"

Anzu winced and looked away. He'd heard, he knew. "Well... um... y-yes." She cursed herself for letting such a detail slip her mind. "But, it doesn't matter! If I-... if I'd known you still wanted me then I would never have-..." she cut herself off, trying to find the right words. Yugi did not mean half as such to her as Seto did. "Seto, please..."

The look he was giving her was not helping any.

"Oh screw it; I love you, not him!" These words left her mouth before she could stop them and they were a bit louder than she had intended them to be. Miraculously enough, the hard emotion seemed to melt from him.

To her, it was as if this night was meant for them not be let with each other in any form of intimacy since as soon as the two of them had started to come together once more there was noise and nights flooded the streets a little further down. The performance was over and the people were leaving. She had looked away only a minute but when her gaze shifted back to Seto he was gone. Swearing loudly she growled to herself in irritation.

Out of their short time with one another she had received nothing.


(I must now run for my life since the reunion is not very ideal-reunion-like. And I have just read over this chapter and decided it was all crap! However, I'm lazy and don't really feel like rewriting it. Worry not, my dears, as the next chapter promises far more of Seto and Anzu togetherness, plus our favorite CEO having one drinks too many. I'll be updating as soon as I can stop being lazy and type out what I have written. Reviews, review, reviews! They're gifts from above. In figurative terms. This time around I will gladly accept people telling me this chapter wasn't up to expectations. I disappointed myself. No more writing fanfics while dying trying to understand math lessons, it effects my brain processing in negative ways.)