Recap:

Anzu put her feet up on the seats and examined Kaiba as he 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.

Chopsticks!

All eyes were on them, peering into their world, watching, giggling and whispering the newest conjured rumors. Anzu slowly leaned back to look into Kaiba's eyes; However, she found that they were pinpointed elsewhere, specifically, at the clumps of curious people looking in on them. She traced his vision slowly and saw her own "friends" looking in the limo with disgust.

A bright flash blinded her vision, but quickly went away. Another bright flash of white light, and soon, the flashing was constant with the clicking and winding noises, which were followed by the unusual sound effects of cell phones after a picture had been taken. Kaiba found himself as blinded as Anzu was after most of the flashing had ceased.

Anzu POV

Anzu had managed to avoid her ex-friends for most of the day, except for lunch time. It was easy for her to avoid them with the new growing number of fans gathering around her. Kaiba made every strict attempt to avoid being seen talking to her or just being 100 km near her, and the fact that he made it so obvious angered her. She had no idea why though.

She sat down at the lunch table and ripped open the cover to her sushi. After not finishing her breakfast this morning, she was famished. She fumbled with the chopsticks, which she had always been easily able to use before, and clumsily attempted to pick up a roll of sushi. She placed the sticks in the right position and attempted to pick the sushi roll up, but it teetered and twisted between the sticks and plopped back onto the plate. Anzu glared menacingly at the pathetic cylinder of sushi sitting on the plate, staring back at her with wild amusement. It was practically laughing at her.

She stabbed on of her chopsticks into the sushi and pulled it up off the plate. It fell off the stick before it reached her mouth and plopped right into her cleavage. Her face burned red with embarrassment and anger. She heard a snort from the other side of the table and glanced up to find Kaiba sitting right in front of her. He had a smirk planted on his face that could have made any other girl faint into his lap. "What's wrong Mazaki, can't use a stick right anymore?" Anzu glared heatedly at Kaiba and slammed her chopstick onto the table and reached towards her cleavage to pull out the uncomfortable sushi roll. She found herself clawing at the sushi which had decided to lodge itself in one of the most humiliating places of all time.

Kaiba leaned foreword and asked seductively, "Need any help?" Anzu's face paled to one of surprise and her hand dropped from where the sushi was and moved in slow motion towards Kaiba. A loud ringing crack resounded within Kaiba's skull, accompanied by a burning sting that heated the side of his face. Kaiba narrowed his eyes and reached foreword and snatched the sushi out of Anzu's cleavage, and ate it. She sat there, bewildered for a long time, staring at Kaiba. Finally, her eyebrows creased and her face grimaced in disgust. "You sick son of a bitch. I can't believe you just did that."

"Oh, but I did. Believe it." He stood up and walked away casually, as if nothing happened. If it were any other time, she would have lost her appetite from that, but her stomach howled in anguish and pleaded for her to eat, so she conceded and resorted to using her fingers to eat instead of the damned chopsticks, which she would soon burn.

Kaiba POV

As soon as Kaiba walked around the corner, he spat the sushi out of his mouth and into the garbage can. What the hell was he thinking? Was he trying to impress her and it didn't go right, or was he purposely trying to disgust her and succeed? The experience, however, was extremely satisfactory in his point of view no matter what his original motives were, he still got to touch her luscious breasts.

He walked into the men's restroom and started to scrub his hands vigorously with soap. What the heck am I thinking? That was absolutely horrid! Ew, my hands are covered in her nastiness now! He was slightly over exaggerating. In reality, it was only his conscious that felt so dirty it needed to be washed.

He wanted to go back and undo whatever it was he just did. At times like these, he wanted to press the rewind button on the DVD of his life, just so he could undo what he had just committed. When he was done washing his hands, he walked out and found his usual lunch spot, sat down and contemplated the meaning of life just to get his mind off of Anzu's body.

Anzu POV

She finished up the last of her sushi, now feeling content with a full stomach. Anzu felt a pair of cold eyes watching her from the darkness. She looked around cautiously and saw Yugi staring at her from the next table. Anzu flickered a smile and raised her hand up shyly and said as quiet of a "hi" as you could over a bunch of screaming students. He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, hesitated, and said, "No." Anzu gathered her things hastily, got up and brushed past him saying a stiff and dejected, "Fine." She could live without him for the time being, it wasn't as if she loved him to death.

Throughout the remainder of the day, she found herself signing autographs for people in her school that she didn't even know existed, people trying to be her friends, people admiring her and adoring her, people who wanted nothing to do with her before, until now. So this is what Kaiba's life is like. So pointless and drawn out by fame and fortune that the fun of life no longer has real meaning anymore. I find myself looking down through a window at faces I've never seen, people that I don't even know, blank faces that have no names.

She contemplated what fame and fortune meant to her, and if it was really worth all this trouble. She could have stayed with her friends, faces she was familiar with, then again, if they were really her friends, they wouldn't have left her alone like that and just dropped her. It shows just how much they really care.

Normal POV (A few months later)

Kaiba paced around in his office anxiously and impatiently. Where the hell is she? It's a wonder she makes it to school on time with this type of punctuality! the door to his office opened abruptly, with Anzu stumbling in, attempting to pull her high heel shoes on and tie her hair up at the same time. "Good, you're ready, lets go." He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of his office and into the hallway. Anzu snatched her arm back in the middle of the hallway and grumbled, "Hey! I'm still trying to straighten myself out, would you give me a minute?" Kaiba turned around swiftly and crossed his arms. "I don't have a minute to give! We're going to be late for this especially with the way you pull yourself out of the closet!"

"Put a sock in it Kaiba! I've had to put up with your bull crap ever since I won that stupid contract and I signed my soul away to the shinigami king himself - YOU! So shut your face and cut me some slack!" Anzu struggled and fumbled with the buckle that secured her pumps to her feet. "Curse whoever invented these stupid shoes", she spat in her thoughts sarcastically. As soon as she secured the 'shoe' she was dragged away by Kaiba. The second she had a chance to open her eyes, she was inside a limo, driving towards her second greatest act in history. Anzu was going to be known as one of the greatest female Japanese vocalists of all time.

:Flashback:

She sat there with a pencil tracing lines on the paper of an old tattered notebook, with headphones in her ears, listening to her favorite Jpop artist, Ayumi Hamasaki. Kaiba sat there, under his tree nearby Anzu, watching her draw a still life sketch and listening to her flowing voice as she sang along to the music in her ears. He found himself hypnotized by the sound sliding out of her soft lips and into the restless wind. Her voice traveled along in ripples, spreading from one person's ears to another, like a drop of water into a stolid and motionless lake. 'So, she can sing and dance. Impressive, ' Kaiba thought. He was entranced and mystified by not just her voice, but her in all her beauty. This woman never ceased to amaze and fascinate him. Kaiba leaned back and closed his eyes to embrace the fullness of her sound.

People started to gather near and listen to her. When she erased an edge or a corner, she paused o look up at the sky, but saw people crowding around, watching her and listening to her. She stopped singing, took out her earphones, gathered up her stuff and started to run away. Kaiba chased after her and stopped her in the hallway by the lockers. "I never knew you could sing." It was a simple statement, that said much more to Anzu than she wanted to hear.

:End Flashback:

Of course, this little event lead on to something bigger - another contract. Except, this one was for a record label and not a whole slew of different commercials for DDR and the newest iPod to come out on the market. Anzu was already an advertising icon, and now she was going to become the classic form of idol. In her trip to stardom, she had fallen flat on her face several times already, and Kaiba has been dragging her up with him along this mountain of fortune and fame on a leash.

She found herself in a fancy Japanese restaurant, yet again full of business men dressed sharply in their suits. They all looked like a bunch of money-hungry sharks, except for two men. One was wearing a polka dotted tie with his 'shark' suit, which made him look more like the quirky type of family man, and Kaiba was the only one dressed in semi-casual clothing because he wasn't wearing a tie or a jacket, just a permanent press shirt with a few buttons undone and the usual business pants. It was another one of those boring events, where Anzu didn't have a say in anything about the way she lived her life. For the past few months, these men in suits have become more familiar to her than her own family ever has.

Kaiba sat down next to Anzu, preparing himself for a vicious debate over a newer contract. The people he had to work with were a lot harsher than the people at this table because they were from different companies, not his. Kaiba felt a rush of nervousness crawl along the back of his neck. This wasn't the first time he had dealt with major record label companies before, but he hadn't dealt with them often before, so he was always a little shaky on the terminology and methods they used for agreement.

Also, the fact that Anzu was here with him made him even more nervous. Or was it anxiety he felt? He brushed his feelings aside and decided that he would sort through his emotions after the meeting concludes. They would handle the usual routine of talking business first and ordering drinks, and after about an hour or so, the representatives would get a little loopy on sake (Japanese alcoholic beverage) and start trailing off subject and they would leave, congregate again a few weeks later with a contract and the signing would take place.

And business started as usual. Kaiba sat there, sipping on his tea during slight occasions when small outbursts would erupt between his people and the record label's representatives and heads over a slight disagreement on word choice. Anzu tapped his arm and whispered demandingly into his ear, "How much longer do I have to live through this? I'm starving to death over here and these people are boring!"

Kaiba chuckled softly and replied, "What did you expect? Dinner and a show?" Anzu glared at him, crossed her arms and retorted, "Yes! As a matter of fact, I did!" She turned her glare away from Kaiba, hunched down in misery and stared out the window at the Tokyo skyline. The restaurant was on top of a very famous and expensive hotel in the Tokyo district, and it was the spectacular view that made it worth sitting down at a boring business meeting. She often caught Kaiba staring out the window from boredom in between arguments and friendly chats.

Anzu felt her stomach yearning for food. They were in a flipping restaurant, and they weren't ordering food! What the hell was wrong with these people! All business and no food! She found herself staring at the intricate designs on the tea cup in front of her. The red, gold and green dragons twisted around the cup to illustrate an epic battle between the most powerful creatures in Japanese mythology.

The paper lights decorating the area were more elegant than the ones on the streets because these were square and made with light bamboo framing, instead of round with shabby wires to serve as the frame. The candlelight within the paper boxes flickered and danced behind the silhouette, creating a very flexible atmosphere.

At some tables, it was romantic, at this one, it was sophisticated, and at others it created a party atmosphere. Anzu's peaceful observation time was disrupted by the creepy feeling of a large, masculine hand running along the side of her thigh. She knew that it wasn't Kaiba's because he was currently engaged in a verbal battle with a drunken label representative, and the fact that she knew he had some form of decency, then again, she wouldn't put it past him. She glanced towards the other man sitting next to her. She felt the hand lift off her leg and the man raised his cup of sake in salute, and he winked at her.

She felt the bile churn in her stomach and she glared at the man. Unfortunately, he only took that as a come on and he made a more direct advance by placing his hand on top of hers and caressing it. She removed his hands from hers and scooted closer to Kaiba. The man noticed that her defensive action was placing her in the direct threat of Seto Kaiba's wrath, and backed off a little. He still eyed her greedily, which was creeping her out.

Kaiba felt the warmth move closer to the side of his leg, and noticed that Anzu had decided to scoot closer. He stopped in mid sentence and hesitated because of this new sensation. "I I…forgot what I was going to say." Kaiba leaned back and was inspected with surprise and suspicion by the rest of the men at the table. Inside, Kaiba was cursing himself for that little slip up. He stuttered, and got distracted, which was a double whammy on his part.

The CEO of the record label company stood up and bowed towards Kaiba and said, "It's getting a bit late. I believe that it would be best if we concluded this meeting for the time being, do you agree Mr. Kaiba?" Kaiba nodded in approval and stood up. Anzu stood up right after he did. She suspected that he was going to leave somewhere far from this table and the nasty pervert next to her, and he was her ticket out of there.

She followed Kaiba away from that table and over to the greeter at the front of the restaurant. She led Anzu and Kaiba to a different, smaller table located outside on the deck, far from the long conference table. He sat down in front of her, his eyes wearing down to the tiredness that was threatening to reveal itself during the meeting. "So, that was….great," Anzu said with sarcastic enthusiasm. Kaiba grunted in agreement and leaned back into the chair. "Are you hungry," he asked. Anzu's stomach spoke the confirmation before she could open her mouth to say it. She blushed and nodded her head shyly.

When their food was served, they were both in a better and improved mood. Anzu glared at the chopsticks and the sushi on her plate and had a flashback of her time in the cafeteria. Kaiba picked up the chopsticks with ease and started to take the first bite of his food, but he paused noticing that her glare was practically sawing the chopsticks into tiny pieces. "Need any help?" Anzu turned her glare towards him. "Remember the last time you asked me that question? I do. You stuck your hand down my shirt! No thanks, I don't need your help."

Kaiba set his food down and placed his chopsticks on the napkin. "I meant that I could show you how to use the most important eating utensil in Japan. So far, you have given me the impression that you never learned how to use chopsticks, and you eat with your hands. I might as well show you how to use them."

It was the first time Kaiba had offered to help her with something so unimportant. She accepted his offer. He demonstrated it to her one chopstick at a time. After five minutes, she had the right position, but she still couldn't life a noodle with the sticks. He moved his chair next to her and reached around and placed his hand on hers. She felt her cheeks heat up, and the seat she was sitting on get really warm extremely fast.

His soft hands moved around, repositioning hers with a strong, firm grip. He moved her hand over to the plate with the chopsticks and picked the sushi up. She could feel the warmth of his breath flow and caress her skin, while the hairs on her head raised up and started to tingle her scalp. Anzu leaned her head to the side and looked into Kaiba's eyes.

He found himself locked under her endless gaze, falling deep into her curious eyes. He wanted to look away, but whatever strength he had was being drained away from that task and set to another purpose. She moved closer to him, closing the distance between them. She reached up and touched he side of his face with her free hand and drew him in even closer.

He closed his lips on hers, slowly falling deeper and deeper into the kiss. She pulled back slightly, forcing Kaiba to push for more. He took the offer hungrily, and devoured her lips. Anzu moaned softly with pleasure as he moved his hand up her leg and around to her lower back.

Suddenly, just as soon as the moment began, it ended with a tap on the shoulder and the clearing of a throat. "Um, excuse me, but this a public place, and you two are kind of…distracting the customers. It would be appreciated if this type of business was taken elsewhere or maybe stopped."

Kaiba drew away slowly, feeling the unusual warmth of passion roll off his lips. He looked at the waiter slightly disoriented and asked, "What?" Realization and reason took a few seconds to turn back on in Kaiba's head. "Oh, yeah, well, whatever." Kaiba moved his chair back to the other side of the table and told the waiter off by insulting him and telling him how stupid he was by even talking to him.

It was around midnight before they finished eating in silence and left the restaurant. Kaiba sat across from Anzu in the limo, leaning back and relaxing in the seat. Kissing her was like getting a sample of a really good food, and wanting the whole dish. Neither of the passengers in the limo would face each other. Their gazes remained fixed on the fascinating scenery outside of the window passing by.

Without facing her, Kaiba asked, "So, why did you kiss me?" Anzu looked directly at him and replied, "I didn't kiss you." He raised a curious eyebrow and looked at her. "Oh? Then who did?" Anzu broke down in laughter. "The waiter," she said in between gasps for air. Kaiba frowned and replied, "That's not funny." Anzu giggled. "Yes it is," she replied in a dignified tone of voice. "I know you thought he was handsome." Kaiba's blood started to boil and if there was a lake in front of him, he would have set the water on fire.

He reached across the gaping distance between them and grabbed her by the arm harshly and pulled her close to his face. "How dare you insult me with pathetic jests. I will not-" Anzu interrupted him by pushing him back into the seat. He leaned foreword while she was readying herself to lurch foreword in his direction, and they both clashed and fell back into their seats. Kaiba rubbed his forehead where the pain was and Anzu rubbed her forehead. "Jerk." "Bitch."

The noise wouldn't stop it's incessant buzzing. Kaiba tossed his whole body in the opposite direction of the alarm clock and told it to go away. After 15 minutes of buzzing, he finally slammed his hand down on the snooze button. "Ow." He brought his hand back and cradled the sting of his flesh under the covers. He peeked up over his sheets and squinted at the light coming in from the window to his bedroom and groaned. He spread himself out over the entire length and width of the cool sheets covering his king sized mattress, enjoying the softness of it all before he had to officially wake up, which was technically 30 minutes ago.

The realization that he was going to be late for school kicked in and he raced out of bed and rushed to get ready. He ran down into the dining room to say goodbye to Mokuba and grab the paper before he left for school. He managed to get past saying goodbye to his little brother, and pick up the waiting coffee, he snatched up the paper and glanced at the front page on his way out to the car and spit out his first sip on the sidewalk before getting into his car. The picture on the front page was something he did not want to see, nor expect.

I shall be writing more soon……please review and tell me what you thought about this chapter. Good, bad, ugly? You have the power to tell me with the almighty review button! At this time, I only write on holidays, and I don't happen to get many of those anymore………but I'm looking foreword to Thanksgiving and Christmas!