Lost in Translation

Summary: So much for Anzu's relaxing Seto induced week. I'd say more, but no wanna.

Disclaimer: That's right. I own Kaiba Seto and at the moment he is tied up in my closet for molesting later. The bid starts at five reviews. Five reviews. Anybody? (Who am I kidding. My dreams will never come true.)

A/N: A few of you were confused with what happened to Anzu and Seto's wedding plans, so just know that their relationship hasn't progressed that far yet, what with Anzu in her first year of University and Kaiba's time dedicated to Kaiba Corp. I hope that clears things up. If you have any more questions feel free to ask.

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Chapter Two

Saturday 11:36am

Reading week was a blessing in disguise for Anzu, and she was set to think of it as such regardless of the fact that Seto had worked his business conference into it for the very reason of spending time with her. A smile was permanently fixed on Anzu's face after a morning of joy, scheming, pleasure and contentment. In that order. Yet as nice as it was to truly feel content for the first time since she had arrived in Canada; the dancer was all set to get back to the banter the couple shared that had been, once again, interrupted by a business phone call. Anzu seriously had to convince her boyfriend to get a new cell number or stop making it known to his employees if they were ever to have peace.

At the present they were seated in Seto's rented limo, parked illegally in front of her campus building and had been for a good half hour. The first portion of the limo ride was quite enjoyable and making it up there to a time of bliss in her books until the opening theme song of Death Note – Anzu graced to Mokuba playing with his big brothers phone again - echoed in their confines. But she wasn't going to be ignored any longer. If Seto wasn't about to end the phone call she most certainly would.

With a carefree sigh the dancer casually rested her head against Seto's shoulder and dropped one hand to his thigh. Her actions did no more then cause the young CEO to glance down at her. Normally he would have returned the show of affection - and she was proud to say that he had progressed to doing so subconsciously – but business was a large chuck of Seto's life and when in the midst of nothing was tolerated as a distraction. Anzu pressed a smile against his leather-clad shoulder. Little did he know she was going to be his biggest distraction yet.

The key to her ploy was to start off slow and nonchalant that when her boyfriend finally realized exactly what Anzu was doing to him he would be too far gone to prevent it, nor would he even want to.

Phase One locked and loaded: Fanning boredom Anzu began drawing lazy circles on Seto's pant leg that progressed closer to his abdomen every dozen or so designs, only to retreat away before repeating her hand movement. After a couple minutes of such activities she felt Seto's gaze on her and slowly looked up at him, a slight suggestion clear in her blue eyes.

"Entertain me," Anzu whispered, offering up a pout.

The billionaire shifted away for a few seconds, to check the time on his impressive three time zone watch. "Five more minutes," he told her before easily becoming immersed in the phone call once again.

It certainly didn't set the mood to hear Seto telling down a board member in immaculate Japanese when they were an ocean's distance apart. That thought alone made her even more set on not waiting the aforementioned 'five more minutes' for some well anticipated couples time. Seto could kiss him business dealings good-bye and start kissing her.

The dancer bent down to unlace her calf hugging boots under Seto's inquisitive stare. Unwilling to reveal her plans if he were to look at her face, Anzu hid behind the action of removing her winter jacket and stuffing her mitt's in one of the pockets. Attempting to maintain his – this will only be a moment – conversation while pretending not to try deciphering Anzu's short lived strip tease, Seto was caught completely off guard as she straddled his lap. Phase Two complete.

"Five minutes and counting," she breathed in his ear.

His shock at Anzu doing what she dare not quickly faded and he opened his mouth to most likely request that she remove herself from his lap. Fate clearly on her side, Seto was cut off by the person rapidly and loudly in his ear, almost sounding hysterical. It was becoming way too easy. Now if only she had the courage to steal her boyfriends cell phone and hang up on the unsuspecting person all without provoking the billionaire's wrath.

No longer worried about getting pushed aside she made no more moves to hide exactly what her intentions were and smiled at Seto. It was no surprise that he wasn't able to make any move to stop her so she used the advantage given her and threaded her fingers in Seto's thick hair. As an added bounce Anzu shifted slightly on his lap just to get more comfortable or so the angel on her shoulder kept telling her. Aware the she had the upper hand, the dancer flirtatiously bit her lip both to string Seto along even further and appease the laughter bubbling up inside of herself.

The reaction Seto gave her was more then she could have ever hoped for, yet at the same time had been striving for. Stormy blue eyes shifted from gazing hungrily at Anzu's lip's and quick swipe of tongue to her eye's and back again. He wanted to end the phone call as much as she did, maybe even more so. Phase Three complete. Hook line and sinker, as Delaney had a habit of saying. As talented as Anzu had proved herself to be, and she would bring it up at a later date, there were other things to occupy their time with just as soon as Seto got off his cell.

"You are my board of directors," the billionaire snarled into the phone, gaze never shifting from Anzu's face, "Not only are circumstances of this degree your responsibility they are the reason you maintain your positions. I recommend you see through your incompetence and correct your mistakes before I return." With those poetic closing words Seto snapped his cell phone shut and tossed it on the seat across from the couple.

Anzu gave her boyfriend a confused smile. "Friend's of yours?" she asked.

Cradling the back of her head Seto pulled her against him until they were nose to nose. "You'll be the death of me," he growled, before crushing their mouths together.

Bliss. There was no other way to describe how it felt to be locked in the arms of the Kaiba Seto. Her Kaiba Seto. It was exactly the way she wished to spend her eight remaining days from school. The only thing they would ever need to worry about was remembering that oxygen was necessary.

Seto pushed her down onto the plush leather seat with such precision; Anzu didn't realize she was lying down until he pulled away in need of air. Heavy breathing filled the space between them, but the dancer would have none of it. Getting a firm hold on Seto's collar she hauled him back down to resume where they had left off. Caring little for what other priorities the two of them had Anzu was already dropping Seto's silk tie to the limo floor when the door across from them opened admitting chilly winds into their confines.

"My, my, my. What do we have here?" Lollypop in hand, Delaney peered into the limo, "Was last night not enough for you guys? Maybe I should excuse myself and let you get back to …" her eyes drifted towards Seto's tie, "… unwrapping?"

With great reluctance the billionaire removed himself from on top of Anzu and began straightening his clothes, making no move to retrieve his tie. Although he managed to produce her hair clip from wherever it had been tossed. Even after six months of separation Seto still had a fascination with her hair.

Delaney plowed ahead, not at all detoured by the icy glare Seto was sending her way, as she proved by sucking on her lollypop. "I must apologize for my inadequate timing. Would the two of you like to come inside to finish where I so rudely interrupted you? I promise to keep myself occupied for half an hour. After that you'll have to pay me."

A sigh escaped Anzu as she shook her head. And to think going off of past confrontations with the blonde she was actually being nice. No crude S&M references, or offers to join. She hadn't even called random strangers over to look. And all because they were friends. Although it still took some, or in Seto's case, a lot of getting used to.

"I'll be coming in," Anzu told her, shuffling her way out of the limo, jacket finally on, "But Seto has places to be."

"Damn. And it was going to be so much fun too."

Ignoring the punkster Seto stepped onto the sidewalk beside Anzu, and miracle of miracles had his tie back in place, looking as pristine as ever. The sight only made her wish to tear it off again. "I'll pick you up at six. Don't be late," he told her, giving her a goodbye kiss that promised many nice things to come. Oh yeah, she really wanted to tear off his tie, followed by other items of clothing.

For the first time since surprising her the day before Seto left to a destination without Anzu. She had known it was inevitable to happen and didn't care in the slightest that she wanted to keep him all for herself. Call her selfish it mattered little to her.

"So, do all Asian guys kiss like that?" Delaney asked, breaking into Anzu's thought process, "If not, hot damn Anzu, you have a keeper."

The brunette laughed at her friend's enthusiasm. "I thought you wanted an Englishman?"

Delaney linked their arms together and began leading them towards the dorms. "I can always make a few exceptions. You know, sample a few of each before making a final decision. I don't think I've tasted an Asian though. Hey, speaking of which, why did your guy leave?"

"Business conference. Said he'd be back by six but knowing Seto it will be eight at best." Anzu sighed suddenly realizing how much free time she once again had. "Wanna hit the gym with me? I've got some energy to burn."

Giving Anzu a once over the dancer let out a very unladylike snort before pressing her back against the glass doors of the building and sent her a take-me-now look. I didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what was running through Delaney's head. Hell her mere position alone was melting the snow at their feet.

"Why, Anzu-kin's, I always knew you fantasized about me," the blonde paused to suggestively suck on the remainder of her lollypop, "Why must we wait another minute? Let's start right here right now. Come to me."

The sight of Delaney tantalizingly unzipping her puffy winter jacket was the icing on the cake and Anzu laughed. "Only you, Delaney, only you. Come on, let's get in out of the cold before you get frostbite from performing a strip-tease."

Delaney let out a sigh of disappointment as the door she had been leaning on opened and knocked her off balance. It always amazed Anzu with how quickly her friend's mood would change. One moment she was throwing around innuendos and the next grinding her teeth in annoyance. "What the hell?" she spat, regaining her footing, "Oh. Hey Taryn, I see you still have that pitchfork crammed up your ass. Gonna add a broomstick too? Just call me if you need assistance."

Great, just what the dancer needed, a Taryn-Delaney fight. It was like watching female versions of Seto and Jou going at it. The rich, obnoxious heartthrob vs. the street punk with lots of pent up attitude and a big mouth to boot. Any day now she was expecting to hear some creative dog slander thrown back and forth, just for old time sake. Why, oh why, did so many people fight over being forced to share the same air? Especially bitter cold, polluted air at that.

Anzu hugged herself for warmth. "Come on Delaney let's go inside."

"Yes, why don't you?" Taryn agreed, "That way you can save more innocent souls from witnessing your struggling fashion sense."

Delaney smirked. "Oh I get it. You're extremely bitchie today because you saw Anzu's passionate goodbye with her rich boy toy. If you're desperate enough to see him again he'll be back to wisk Anzu away this evening. You know, about eightish, when you're too busy shoving your tongue down your latest conquests throat. Just incase you were wondering." Satisfied with being responsible for giving Taryn a brain hemorrhage Delaney disappeared into their dorm building.

Feeling chilled to the bone, Anzu skipped over offering Taryn an apology and followed her friend to where there was heat, happy enough that the confrontation was over. Maybe next time she'd be lucky enough to hear dog name-calling.

Saturday 7:35pm

He deserved better. Kaiba Seto deserved a hell of a lot better then what he was being given. Punctuality had never been a forte of his but the number of increasing coincidences that were falling into place had begun to cause him great displeasure. From the very beginning his night had been a downhill slide.

First the elevator had taken a good quarter of an hour to reach his penthouse floor, a matter that was going to be discussed with the owner of the building in Seto's next free time slot. Second, and he was reluctant to admit it was the first time he noticed, the PA system strewn through all the elevators was subjecting its occupants to tasteless, brain cramping music. Another matter on the list for discussion. And if that hadn't been bad enough, somewhere about the thirty-sixth, thirty-seventh floors an elderly couple – the man with a walker - joined the billionaire in the elevator only to exit one floor below.

Glancing at his watch once again that evening, Seto saw the second hand progressing ever so slowly around the face, taunting him. Punctuality, as much as he enforced it on Mokuba, had never been a specialty of his, even with all the times Anzu got on his case that it was disrespectful to be late, and even work wasn't a plausible excuse. The least Seto could do would be to call her and inform Anzu of the changes in time. Ironic really how his cell phone battery had decided to die just as the young CEO was attempting to do exactly that. Fate that evening was being a bitch.

The red numbers above the elevator doors changed to the twenty-eighth floor, when adding to Seto's declining mood, the elevator once again came to a stop only to admit one insignificant young woman. She wasn't at all discouraged by the ever present scowl he presented her with upon first sight and even had the nerve to press a button for another floor besides the lobby. Seto had only made it to his sixth curse on her when he recognized just who the young woman was. Terry…Tammy….Taryn. The classmate of Anzu's he'd met the afternoon before. And judging from the eyes she was sending him she was more then happy to see him again. That only increased his urge to see Anzu faster.

Another glance above the elevator doors showed they were on the seventeenth floor. It was about damn well time.

A cough interrupted the billionaires enjoyed silence. "Uh, you're Seto Kaiba, right?" the blonde held her hand out for introductions, "I'm-"

"Of no concern to me," Seto cut her off.

The pathetic dancer actually smiled in response. "Is this your first time in Toronto? I can show you around some of the better sites, my treat. The nightlife is rather entertaining."

The fifteenth floor? They'd only gone down two floors in all that time? Maybe he had been a mass murderer in a past life or the creator of the child porn industry, maybe both, and it was coming back to haunt him. All Seto wanted was to see Anzu again and soon dammit! "That won't be necessary," he replied, pushing up his sleeve to check the time. A small unwelcome hand reached out to grab his arm, preventing Seto from doing so. The touch through many layers of fabric made the billionaire feel repulsed and it took much practiced restraint to keep him from jerking away.

The girl gave him a smile sweet enough to make his pristine teeth ache. "Seto."

"Kaiba." For a second time he had no problems interrupting her.

"What?"

"I said," Seto finally spared her a glance, "My name is Kaiba and you are to address me as such. Now kindly remove your arm."

It was fact. The young CEO was dealing with a one-celled organism, dense enough to fail in obeying simple, straightforward orders. Instead she continued touching him all the while having her eyes drawn to what he hoped was his silver belt buckle and not beneath. But due to the aggravatingly close proximity he wasn't certain. So he had his first hardcore Canadian fangirl. Now why didn't that raise his spirits any? Opting to take actions into his own hands Seto roughly removed the girl's hand and stepped closer to the elevator doors. They were in single digits! Who would have thought?

"Kaiba? Is something wrong?" she asked following him the short distance, "Maybe I can help you?"

"You can start by staying away from me," he growled, "Or a restraining order will be the least of your worries."

The quiet ding, that alerted all occupants in the elevator that they had reached their destination, finally sounded much to Seto's delight. Eager to be on his way he stepped out onto the plush lobby carpet when the blonde girl grabbed his arm again. She had better start thanking God for blessing her with two X chromosome or he would have been done with her right there and then. Curse whoever had instilled in him to never hit a girl.

"Are you deaf as well as stupid," Seto snarled, spinning around to face her.

"I was just-"

"Don't waste my time with your lamebrain excuses. Touch me one more time and I will have you arrested for attempted assault. Speak to me again and I will add verbal abuse onto the claim. Have I made myself clear?"

Big wide eyes could only stare at him in shock after finally being rendered speechless. Why on earth couldn't she have remained as such from the duration of their elevator ride together? Yes, he had most definitely been the creator of the child porn industry. There was no other explanation for his suffering.

Satisfied he had made his point Seto removed her hand from his arm a second and hopefully last time breaking the girl from her shocked spell. With an embarrassed blush slowly making itself known on her face she turned her gaze to over his shoulder and once again froze in shock. The young CEO had no time to see what had frightened her before a white scented cloth was forced over his mouth and all went black.

Saturday 9:10pm

It was a little hazy and for the third time that evening had begun to snow but Anzu still strived to peer out of her dorm room window into the street below. Originally, too overcome with anticipation, she had been waiting by the glass doors into the building for Seto to show up. Were it not for Taylor's coercing a half hour earlier, that the comforts were better in her room, she would have still been at those doors, eyes drawn to every vehicle and person that passed. Anzu assumed, if anything, that her boyfriend would show up in a limo, but that didn't stop her from hoping with every vehicle that passed that maybe she was wrong.

The dancer had received a phone call from Seto shortly after seven that evening, letting her know that he was finally on his way much to her enthusiasm. Unfortunately that was too good to be true and, after two hours of waiting, boarder line ridiculous.

"Is that him?" Taylor asked, leaving the hundredth finger smug on the window, "Red Lexus convertible. Classy, sophisticated and lets the lower class know just how low they are."

Anzu shook her head. "Seto has a thing against red cars." As if to prove her point two girls stumbled from the car, clearly intoxicated and loving every minute. Most definitely not how Seto would arrive to pick her up if he knew what was good for him.

"Guess that's a no then," the redhead mumbled to himself, before sending her a reassuring smile and bumping their shoulders together, "Why don't you give him another call? It couldn't hurt to try, right?"

His optimistic outlook on Seto's tardiness had been at work all evening and the dancer greatly appreciated it. She would have been wallowing in misery, counting all the reasons why Seto still hadn't shown up if not for Taylor. He had even made a trip to the vending machine at the end of the hall to buy her some sour skittles to snack on and presently all she had had for dinner.

Flopping down on her bed, Anzu sighed. "His cell is set to voice mail, Tay, believe me, every time I've called it's gone directly to. The only other number I have to reach him at is for his home in Japan or his company. As for the penthouse, I can assure you that number will not be listed in the phonebook."

Not to be out done by all the negative facts spread before them, Taylor turned away from the window. "Then there is only one thing left to do."

"And that would be?"

"Hunt him down of course. Toronto isn't that big and if I'm not being too presumptuous to say Kaiba doesn't strike me as the type of person who would easily blend in. Come on. Up. Up." Taylor, instantly pumped to start a three-person manhunt, pulled Anzu to her feet. "It can be like cops and escaped convicts. What do you say?"

The dancer reached up to ruffle his mop of red hair, graciously accepting her jacket. He did have some very good points though. They weren't going to find Seto sitting still.

"Actually, would you mind giving me a lift to Seto's penthouse, Taylor? It's probably the best place to start for finding out where he is." If he was at his Toronto home, working she could persuade him to do otherwise and if not, well, the billionaire had to come home some time.

Her friend bowed, holding open the door. "Only so that I may be graced with more of your presence Ms. Mazaki."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she laughed.

"Don't I know it."

With in no time the friends arrived at Seto's sky scrapping apartment building, weather withholding. The doorman was a nice portly fellow sporting thinning gray hair, who stood proudly in his crisp uniform. He greeted the friends with a warm smile and informed them that Mr. Kaiba returned earlier that evening, but he hadn't seen him leave. Thanking him, Anzu lead Taylor through the lobby towards the elevators.

He hadn't spoken a word since they'd driven up to the building, no doubt realizing just how rich her boyfriend really was. Seto wasn't the type of person to flaunt his wealth for personal reasons unless there was a benefit in doing so, his intelligence yes, and his power he wore like a second skin. Taylor couldn't even crack a joke when he noticed what floor Anzu was taking them to.

"So….. the entire top floor huh?" he broke the silence as they reached their destination.

Anzu bit her lip and gave him a sheepish smile. "Top two floors actually but the only entrance into either is on the second floor from the top. Only the best."

Bad choice of words there, she winced inside, watching her friend's optimism shrink a little. Money was always a testy subject with the redhead. He came from a large family of eight, and as far back as his days in diapers was taught to be stingy with what his money was spent on. Heck he was at York due to scholarship alone.

"Just how rich is he?" Eyes continuing to jump all over as the elevator doors opened to reveal an immaculately decorated hallway. Plush carpet, museum worthy artwork, cherry stained wooden double doors. There really wasn't much more she could say. The penthouse spoke for itself.

She ducked her head, hunting through her purse for her keys. "Ah…..very? You ready for this?"

"Guess so."

The first thing Anzu took notice of when opening the doors was the light shining into the hall from the living room. To most that was normally a sign someone was home, but Seto didn't follow the norm and randomly lit rooms in his home had become a bad habit as much as occupying the unlit rooms. She understood he was custom to it, as for the why Anzu didn't bother contemplating it.

"Come on in for a minute, Taylor, and warm up," she offered, "I'll go see if Seto is here."

"Uh…. Anzu?"

"Yeah?" she glanced up from removing her boots to catch apprehension written all over her friends face. "If you would rather head home I'm fine with that. You don't have to worry about me."

Taylor didn't show any sign of wanting to stay or leave, choosing instead to remain in the open doorway. He hadn't even bothered to undo his jacket let alone actually enter the front hall. His gaze was caught on something just past her. "I think we have company."

A beaming smile spread across the brunette's face as she turned around. "Roland! I didn't know you came with Seto," she exclaimed, hurrying over to give him a hug.

It felt wonderful to see a familiar face from home. The bodyguard was dressed in a black suit – the only thing she had ever seen him wear – with his trademark sunglasses tucked in his shirt pocket. Even his hair was gelled like she remembered, as if time stood still while she was away.

"It is good to see you Mazaki-san," Roland returned the smile, "But I'm not surprised Kaiba-san never told you I was here. He has had a lot of you on his mind these past few weeks."

The little comment had the desired effect of making her laugh. "Actually I was wondering – Ack! Goodness Taylor, don't scare me like that!" So happy to see Roland again, Anzu had been completely unaware of Taylor finally entering the penthouse until he opted to tap her on the arm for attention.

"Sorry, but I'm not fluent in Japanese," he apologized, cautiously eyeing the bodyguard.

Anzu had the courtesy to look apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry Taylor." Somehow she just couldn't help falling back into her native person whenever she saw a familiar face or inanimate object that spurred some memories. Like the time she stumbled across a magazine article about duel monsters while shopping with Delaney. Anzu hadn't managed one complete sentence in English the entire night.

Introductions were quickly made, helping clear up any misunderstandings she may have caused, but mostly to hurry things up to more important matters. The dancer had no problems searching the penthouse on her own in manhunt after Seto but asking Roland was just a tad easier.

As if reading her mind, the bodyguard answered her unasked question. "Kaiba-san isn't here at the moment, Mazaki-san. He left over an hour ago to meet you. Which surprises me that you are here and he is not."

Fearing she knew exactly where the conversation was heading Anzu sighed. "Seto never showed up."

"Then I apologize, Mazaki-san," Roland replied, "For I know only one reason why that would be."

"That's what I was afraid of. Nothing we can really do about it."

Case and point, the brunette couples night out was an official bust. Guess that was what she got for looking forward to it, oozing enough enthusiasm that she almost took out Delaney when they were practicing their dance routines in one of the studios. Mental note, pirouettes weren't recommended when one was brimming with energy.

"So why isn't Kaiba here?" Taylor asked, glancing back and forth between Roland and Anzu, in confusion, "I don't have ESP Anzu, you're going to have to tell me."

It was nice to know her friend's good mood hadn't been sucked into any black holes, as had happened on the rare occasion. Very few instances had he ability to bring Taylor down and a missing boyfriend was not something she wanted to add to the list, especially when it was her boyfriend.

Anzu casually shrugged. "Seto has work, so I'm going to stay here for the night. Could you let Delaney know for me?"

"Work? He ditched you for work? Now?! It's almost ten o'clock at night!"

Removing her jacket, the dancer hung it in the hall closet. "It's not just any job," she told him, "Seto is the owner and CEO of Japans largest technology company and has been since he was sixteen. No matter what the problem or time of day is he prefers to solve it himself. It's not really something I've ever taken personal." Hopefully that would help Taylor's slowly dissolving mood.

For a few silent moments the redhead stared scrutinizingly at her. "This ever happen a lot?" he asked.

Squeezing his arm, Anzu gave her friend a smile. "Only one other time that I can remember and that was before we were even an official couple."

Taylor opened his mouth, with most likely a retort but changed his mind. Giving her a nod he at last returned Anzu's smile. "I guess I'll live with that. Hope your night gets better. And don't worry. I'll let Delaney know you're here." He gave her a hug and left the apartment as happy as when he had came.

Once the door clicked shut the dancer let out a disappointed sigh finally admitting her night out with Seto wasn't going to happen. She had been looking forward to it since they had parted that morning, and thinking about it some more. But Anzu wasn't about to let the circumstances ruin her evening.

"What do you say Roland," she said, heading into the living room to turn off the…intriguing music. "You up for some Saiyuki?"

The bodyguard trailed behind her. "Nothing would please me more."

to be continued………