Thanx 4 reviewing! Things will be getting a little more naughty……

Possibly Infamous?

Anzu was in the hallway, trying to bust the locker that absolutely refused to open with every plead and bribe she could toss at it. She shook the lock, hit the door repeatedly until her hands were red, and glared at it. Out of all the stupid inventions man had ever made, this lock seemed to take the taco on the 'most idiotic of them all list.'

Anzu then tried using her non-existent psychic powers to open the locker. Unfortunately, the result was that Anzu just stood there, legs spread apart, waving her hands at the locker. Anzu placed her forehead on the locker, hen felt a strange warmth reach past her and slam into the locker. She immediately fell to the ground and looked up to see Kaiba standing there.

"It's open," he said coolly and then strode off to his limo, waiting for him outside. Anzu quickly stood up and stared at the locker, which was surprisingly, open. 'Can't he ever say more than just a simple sentence? No wonder he never talks, he hardly has anything to say! Then again, he always does manage to get his point across.' Anzu groped around to find her keys. Today was the day that she would either rise to the stars or fall back to normality. Anzu grabbed her keys and shoved them in her Hello Kitty bag (I know, a bit childish for an 18 year old, but who cares? That's what they wear in Japan).

She needed to do some quick shopping before the final elimination. She wished that her friends hadn't dumped her for the slut Jessica, but apparently that only shows how good of friends they really were the entire time. But that didn't matter to her anymore, now was her time to shine, and she was determined to glow like the sun never could. She wanted to know why they had done that. And another part of her was desperately seeking the revenge she had wanted since she first met Jessica. Yugi is to Kaiba as Jessica is to Anzu. 'At least I know how to win!'

Anzu made her way to Shibuya station to get on the subway that would take her to the fashion district. The judges had recommended that the last five finalists dress in something trendy that allowed flexibility. Anzu had no idea what planet those judges came from because there was almost no such thing as trend and movement. You either die for fashion or you die in fashion.

Anzu pilfered with her eyes through every clothing rack and every window to the most fashionable stores in Shibuya. Oddly, nothing caught her attention. She wanted to kill the people that made all the clothes she looked at because it was the one time that her parents were sucking up to her and practically cramming money down her throat and she couldn't take advantage of it. Anzu spotted a Lolita dress on display that was ripped and jagged at the bottom and looked like it was fed to a pack of wild, rabid wolves. Just then, an idea struck Anzu like a bullet train. She had heard that school girl fashion in Japan was very popular over in America, and decided to make a few modifications to her school uniform when she got home.

Anzu decided to take a bit of a walk, to tour some of the shops, and maybe buy some food with the bundle of cash her parents gave to her. At least spend it on something. Anzu spotted Jessica the Bitchy One rummaging through a clothing rack. Anzu ducked behind some nearby hangers (great cover that is when all Jessica had to do is turn around and see her). Anzu then bolted, ninja style, to another rack of clothes nearby. (Mind you, this does look quite suspicious on the store security cameras.)

Anzu waited patiently and watched her prey pick through clothes. She had to come up with a plan to ruin Jessica, and this was the first time she had spotted her outside of school. Has to be something almost permanent…. Pour dark henna (ink that dyes the skin and wont come off for about a month, even with vigorous washing and scrubbing) all over her, or tar and feather the bitch.

So many choices, but only one option available. Anzu happened to spot a bottle of henna on the counter, near he cash register. She snatched it up and opened it immediately. She crept up behind Jessica and tapped her shoulder. 'This is so mean…' Anzu mentally cackled with evil glee. Jessica turned around to face Anzu and gave her the 'oh, you. Ha! I'm better than you, and always will be' smirk. Anzu smiled sweetly and sprayed the dark henna all over Jessica's face and made sure that it got all over the rest of her as well. Jessica let out a shriek of horror when Anzu was done spraying her down. Jessica faced Anzu and snarled at her and then lunged with rabid ferocity at her.

Everyone in the store and people from the outside filed in to see the cat fight. The store owners were about to protest, then decided to turn it into an advertisement. When the fight was over, and Anzu lay there on the floor, across from Jessica, both surrounded by fallen clothing racks, the owners started selling the clothes on the floor around them as souvenirs of the "Great Vanir Shibuya Cat Fight." Anzu was the first to stand up. She felt something fuzzy in her hand and looked down. She gagged and dropped the clump of hair that she had apparently pulled from Jessica's scalp.

She looked down and saw a bald spot on Jessica's head. She kicked the squirming girl one last lime and said, "Serves you right for stealing my friends and spreading filthy lies about me, you lying whore!" Anzu flipped her hair in victory and strutted out of the store on her way home.

Anzu pulled out a spare uniform she had, one that she had worn during her freshman year. That was when the principal had been a total pervert and forced the girls to wear above the thigh skirts. That principal was replaced the next year because he turned out to be a child molester. Anzu trimmed the edges and pulled the torn and loose strings on the bottom, to make the mini skirt unravel a bit. She took off the bow for the regulation top and trimmed it around the waist, then she made a few snips and snags here and there and presto!

The new and improved pervert sexy chick school uniform! Anzu spun around a few times in front of the mirror until she was satisfied with how it looked and then took it off. She decided to add some thigh high stockings along, to give it that extra sex appeal. 'Hey, what would TV be without the sex and violence? Absolutely boring! No one would watch it anyway.'

She looked at the clock and blanched. 'I have to be at the studio in half an hour!' She threw on the uniform again and fixed her hair up a little and bolted out the door with unchallenged speed. The ride there seemed to take forever. Traffic seemed to be endless and Anzu thought she was going to be late. But with Jessica taken care of at the last minute, she felt a smug satisfaction on the way there. Anzu strutted into the studio, like she was a superstar. And apparently people mistook her as being famous because some of them started snapping pictures of her and asking about her day.

Kaiba stared in boredom at the clock. It didn't seem to be moving any faster sitting in this chair than it did standing up. He had received a call a few hours earlier, that one of the contestants had withdrawn because of a horrific accident, which he wanted to hear more about. He wanted to know how horrible the accident was, and what kind of accident it happened to be that would make a girl withdraw from an opportunity like this. 'Probably a hang nail.' He sat crushed in between his own judges, now wishing that he hadn't chosen to sit in the middle of everyone.

The remaining four contestants lined up and one by one, displaying the unusual fashions they chose. Kaiba spotted Anzu scantily clad in a torn and modified old school uniform. He let his eyes liner there too long. They started trailing slowly along the length of her legs, up to her hips, and around her breasts, coming to a stop right there. He noticed the difference between the parts of creamy soft skin she allowed herself to show. Her waist was exposed, but her cleavage was shown in sparse amounts, and the stockings she wore made her legs look like they were concealed, yet you could see every detailed curve at the same time. He started to feel a tingle in his pants. He quickly averted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

He started to feel very warm and calm. Kaiba knew his body well, and that it wasn't going to lead him to anywhere decent if he let this feeling continue to simmer. He eyed the other girls and found their taste in outfits almost slutty. But what was it that was making theirs so much more revealing than Anzu's? He had to be letting his hormones think for him now. It wasn't right to accuse every other girl in this room of being scantily clad and not Anzu, when she was either wearing the same amount of clothing or even less than them. Still, Kaiba couldn't help but admire her even more in that revealing outfit.

'Great. I'm turning into a pervert. Just like the rest of my asshole employees.' Kaiba decided to let his eyes drift towards his laptop on the table in front of him and remain planted there for the rest of the judging. He heard the music going on, but he never looked up once during the first song. The second song came and passed. Then the third song came. It was Game by Ayumi Hamasaki. He remembered meeting Ayumi one time. Her personality was similar to that of Anzu. Determined, caring, and energetic. She was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need, no matter how famous she got, and she always had a warming smile planted on her face. His eyes remained fixed on his laptop.

Anzu took the floor and started dancing to her favorite song. Game. She danced to the rhythm and the words. It was the one song which she truly felt connected to. The rhythm was one she was familiar to expressing her movements with. She followed the sound and let it take her by her hands and lead her along the path it had paved down for her several times before. She danced along the path with the rhythm that held her hands so tenderly. It lead her to the open field in which she had let all of her emotions pour through. Anzu opened her eyes and stole a glance at Kaiba, he wasn't looking at her. He was zoned in on his lap top. She closed her eyes.

She felt as if she were about to cry and didn't know why. She came back to the field where she was just moments ago. Rain started pouring down in cold fragile droplets. The rhythm grabbed her and insisted that she dance in the rain with it. Anzu started crying and the sound brushed away her tears, then swept her up and they started moving together as one again.

Kaiba couldn't take it anymore. He glanced up at Anzu from his laptop and stared in shock. Her movements were almost divine. She moved easily and she seemed to be so focused on the song that nothing else mattered. He just sat there and stared at her. He couldn't find a way to accurately describe it. She was in a completely different universe that only she was familiar with. At that very moment, Kaiba wanted more than anything else in the world to explore that universe and be part of it. He was paralyzed in amazement for only a few seconds, but that was all he needed. He used what little will he had left in him to look back down at his laptop.

Anzu started to fall through the sky, away from the safety of the sound and the fields. She fell slowly. And as she fell, she cried in desperation and struggled to go back to her world, but it kept slowly fading away. Anzu closed her eyes as she ascended slowly into the darkness. Anzu's eyes shot open and she found herself on the dance platform she was competing on. Her heart was pounding and her chest ached for air.

She stepped off of the platform and looked in Kaiba's direction, and saw that he wasn't looking. He hadn't even taken a glance at her while she was dancing. She felt her heart sink and pain wrap its hands around it with a murderous grip. Anzu took a seat in the waiting room by the other two girls who had already danced, and waited for the final results. She sat there, alone, but surrounded by two others. The last girl came in to join them. The suspense was killing all of them. Anzu thought she would fall over dead by the time they came up with their decision.

Anzu saw the two girls that danced before her get called out of the room one after the other, but none of hem came back. Anzu sighed and leaned back into the soft chair and faced the only other girl in the room. The girl gave a meek smile towards Anzu. Anzu smiled back and silently prayed for the other girl to lose, and she was silently doing the same thing towards Anzu. "So," Anzu chimed, "pretty nasty weather outside…." The girl nodded. "Yes, it is nasty outside." The girl challenged Anzu with her tone and her eyes.

Anzu and the girl both turned towards the door as it opened and the same man who had called out the other two girls called Anzu out and lead her back down to the platform. Anzu stood there in front of the judges, and Kaiba, with her hands behind her back. She tried to concentrate on peeling off the nail polish on her fingernails instead of the judges. A judge in a grey business suit started speaking. "Well, Ms. Mazaki, your performance was quite interesting. And your choice of clothing is…. Well, lets just say, beyond words. It took a while for us to-" Anzu interrupted. "Cut the crap and get to the point. I don't have all night to stand here and listen to you sugar coat your decision with suspense and general descriptions that don't tell me anything. Did I win the contest or not?"

Kaiba looked up from his laptop and smirked. Anzu had just snapped at one of his judges. 'Feisty.' He wiped the smirk off of his face and frowned. She just snapped at one of HIS judges. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He wanted to see how this would play out. Who would win? His employee, or Japan's newest advertising icon? His employee looked at him for orders or direction of some sort, and Kaiba just ignored him. The judge cleared his throat. "Well, yes, you did win. And we would like you to sign the contract we have for you."

Anzu signed the contract and proceeded with starring in her first commercial ever. It was a good thing that it was the weekend and that she had plenty of time to spend recording the commercial. She was sent right into the makeup room and two people worked on her. One was working on her face, the other on her hair. By the time they were done, Anzu's face had changed from normal to fantastic. She loved the new look. Anzu was rushed to the set and they began the start of 12 hours of filming.

By the time they were done with the first shoot, Anzu was exhausted. She limped towards a nearby chair and plopped her butt right down in it. Immediate relief seared through her limbs. The commercial involved Anzu doing some really trippy matrix type moves and being sucked into the DDR game and dancing her way out. It reminded Anzu of the time she and her friends were sucked into that virtual world and almost killed. Still, Anzu thought it was an amazing commercial.

Anzu relaxed on the chair for about 10 minutes, and then Kaiba came up to her and sat in a chair across from her. "So, tired yet?" Anzu nodded and shifted around to make herself more comfortable. Kaiba leaned back in his chair and stared at Anzu. Anzu looked down at the floor. She could feel his eyes burning into her already hot skin. "Who made the final judgment? You weren't paying any attention to the performances." Kaiba chuckled softly and smirked at her. "I saw more than you think I did. And I made the decision. I always have the last word, you should know that by now."

Anzu looked at Kaiba defiantly. "I want to know what you thought about my performance." Kaiba leaned foreword and stared into her rebellious eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I chose you to do this didn't I? Or did I see the wrong thing?" Kaiba got up and walked away from her, then stopped at the door and turned to look at her. "Don't think that I never notice you." He left her alone in the room.

Once again, Kaiba managed to confuse her. One minute he acts apathetic towards everything and everyone, and then next second he starts in on the partially sentimental stuff. Anzu felt relieved by his words, once again, even though his words weren't exactly meant to relieve anything. Over that weekend, the commercial would be finished, and then it would be aired on every station in Japan, Korea, and China. Anzu even learned how to play the dancing game during what little free time she had in between breaks. She easily became an expert at the game.

When Sunday night came, Anzu finally left the studio to get some down time at home and some much needed rest before school on Monday. When the limo dropped her off at her house, she darted for her bedroom and locked herself in and jumped under the crisp covers of her bed. She was finally home and in her bed, instead of having to sleep on that cramped sofa in the studio. She bolted up out of bed and immediately stripped out of her costume and jumped into the shower. She hadn't taken a shower in days, but her hair had been kept in pristine condition thanks to the miracles of hair chemicals.

The second she got out of the shower, she heard her parents screaming in the living room. She wrapped the towel around her body as quickly as she could and ran to the living room. She was barraged with kisses and hugs and joyous screams from her parents. She finally managed to escape their deadly torrent of attention and asked what was wrong and why they were screaming. "We saw you on TV! You were amazing! Oh, my daughter is a star!" They started jumping up and down and hugging each other. Anzu frowned and trudged back to her bedroom and got dressed in her PJ's.

Anzu was in her bed staring at the ceiling, her eyes bloodshot. All night, she had been receiving phone calls from total strangers, guys wanting to go out with her and girls asking her where she had bought her outfit. She hardly heard the ringing anymore, but she knew that it was, so she picked up the phone and slammed down the receiver to make it stop. "If that damn thing rings one more time I swear to the gods that are known and unknown, I'll-" she found that she was interrupted by the incessant ringing of the phone.

Anzu stood up, took the phone, slammed it into the wall and pulled out the receiver and the jack for the line. She plopped back onto her bed and drifted back into an aggravated sleep. People were overactive about these things! It was just a damn commercial, its not like she was in an award winning movie, or even on the cover of a magazine, yet! How does Kaiba manage his temper so damn well? How the hell does he sleep at night? Oh yeah. He's a non-emotional robot who operates on nuclear energizer batteries and doesn't need food.

Anzu woke up to the most annoying noise in the world. There were police sirens and people talking outside of her house. Anzu peeked above the ledge of her window and saw police trying to subdue and growing crowd of cheering fans outside of her house. Anzu rolled off the side of her bed and onto the floor and groaned in frustration. "How am I supposed to get dressed without everyone outside seeing? The window in my room is half the size of that damn wall! How the hell am I supposed to get to school! DAMNIT!"

Anzu crawled on the floor to her walk in closet and slid the door open, crawled inside, and shut the door. She stood up, hit her head on something and dropped down to the floor. "OW!" She rubbed her head furiously while rummaging around in her dark closet for her clothes. When she opened the door, she dropped to the floor and crawled to the bathroom, dragging her school uniform with her, while in her PJ's. She took a shower and got dressed in the bathroom.

By the time Anzu made her way to the kitchen, she saw that the huge crowd gathering at her lawn had gotten even larger. Anzu grabbed a piece of tofu, sat down in a chair and looked out the kitchen window. She'd have to make her phone number private and move out. "Maybe a place without windows? No, that's overdoing it." She started to take a bite out of her tofu, when she spotted a large black limo pull up to her driveway, the tofu dropped out o her hand and onto the floor.

There was no way in hell Kaiba was taking her to school in a damn limousine! It was already bad enough she had humungous crowds of fans outside her tiny house, now this? Lets send out a beacon to every person in the city that its someone famous or important! She heard a knock on her door. Anzu waited. She heard the person knock again. Anzu ran to the door and looked through the peep hole to see if it really was the driver and not just her imagination. It was the limo driver.

Kaiba waited in the back of the limo and looked at his wristwatch. 'What the hell is taking her so long to get out of the damn house!' He was starting to get impatient. The door to the limo opened and Anzu fell right into his lap. "Finally! Drive." He tried to nudge Anzu off of his lap, but only succeeded in shoving her onto the floor. Anzu untangled the straps on her backpack, threw it aside and glared at Kaiba. "What the hell! Did you have to shove me off like that? If you had just given me a second or two I would have had the damn bag untangled and been off of you!" Anzu looked very disheveled and frustrated, she was also blushing heatedly.

She glared at Kaiba and stuck her tongue out at him, then took a comfortable spot across from him. Kaiba ignored her and flipped through some papers. Lately Anzu had been acting more playful around Kaiba. She started to like being with him and playing with him. Even though it was all one sided. He never played back. "You have managed to sell yourself on TV very efficiently. You're also helping to make DDR more popular than I expected. Every one that was shipped out last night was sold out this morning. And now everyone is asking where you got that little outfit in the commercial. Even I'm curious. People say that they cant find it anywhere."

Anzu winked at Kaiba. "That's for me to know and you to never find out. By the way, thanks for the ride to school." Kaiba smirked and nodded. "Of course. Did you think I would let my new little icon run around without proper transportation?" Anzu smiled. "Yes. Actually I thought that the only thing you would give me is a broken down tricycle to ride." Kaiba set the papers down and organized them. "What gave you that idea?" Anzu snorted. "Nothing, just the fact that I know you." Kaiba frowned at Anzu and replied, "You don't know me as well as you think you do."

Anzu sighed and looked out of the window and towards the passing scenery. 'He always likes to have the last word. No matter what. Hell, he'd probably even say booger as long as it was the last word in an argument or conversation.' Anzu now dreaded the coming reaction of the people at school when she got out of the limo. And with Kaiba no less. They would spread rumors of a sex scandal or something and say the competition was rigged the entire time, or something like that. She needed to get her own limo now. She had the money to do that now. Anzu put her feet up on the seats and watched as Kaiba frowned and looked up from his work to glare at her.

"Feet. Off. Now," Kaiba ordered in a steel voice. 'Definitely need to get my own limo,' she thought as she slammed her feet down onto the floor. Anzu leaned foreword little by little to see what Kaiba was looking at and then suddenly felt the limo come to an immediate halt, sending Anzu right on Kaiba. She found herself straddling Kaiba as if she were in one of her dreams. His eyes were wide with shock at this sudden disruption from his work. He started to push Anzu off of him, but she clung on to him for dear life. "You will not throw me onto the floor again!" "Get off me!" "NO!" "YES!" Anzu growled and Kaiba growled back at her. "NO!" "YES!" "NO!" YES!" "YES!" "Ha! I win! You said yes, now get off!"

Of course they had to be shouting this with the door to the limo open in front of the entire school.

Wait and see what happens in the next chapter! Did everyone in the school see them? Who was waiting for them on the other side? What impact will this have with Anzu's former friends? And did Anzu's archrival, Jessica, see the door to blackmail and revenge open? So many things to come……. R&R plz!