Anzu finally rose from her uncomfortable position on the cool tile. She wordlessly opened the door and made her way toward her bed. She needed to be around someone who was truly alive. She needed Seto.

Slowly she slid underneath the covers and moved herself closer to him. She grabbed his right arm that was extended across the duvet and curled herself within it. His left arm was underneath her pillow. Immediately she felt herself relax. He was warm and she could hear the soft thumps of his heartbeat. Seto stirred a little in his sleep but remained quiet. She could feel his arm tighten slightly around her and slowly sleep overcame her too.

She awoke suddenly and through habit patted the bed where Seto should have been. It was empty, only a pillow left to compensate for his absence. She groaned and made herself get up. The room was completely dark with the sun now leaving behind the cold moon. The small grey light trickled past her window creating a dreary downpour and causing a haunting feeling to enter her. She quickly left her bed and left the room.

Seto sat on the dark couch with his laptop typing away. The television was on a random news channel, the volume almost completely turned off. He turned to see her figure standing near the doorway.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked looking at her with a soft smile on his lips. It was this smile that had caused the butterflies to enter Anzu's body. It wasn't anything completely special but he rarely used it and she noticed whenever it came about his eyes shone a bit more causing the blue to remind her of dark ocean waters.

"I did." She replied walking towards him.

"Are you working?" she asked looking at whatever program he was occupied on.

"Not anymore." He replied closing the screen. He gently placed the sleek surface on her coffee table and looked at her. Anzu noticed he was only in a grey sweats and a white t-shirt. Her favorite outfit on him.

"How were your friends?" he continued. Anzu couldn't help but laugh knowing he truly didn't care for how they were doing but asked anyway. She knew he held great respect for them all, although admittance would never be issued, but felt after the events of Egypt he didn't want to continue to taint his mind with falsities of magic and ancient Pharaohs. So he stayed away, except during the random encounters at tournaments he held or was a part of.

"They are good. Nothing really has changed but I can tell Joey is getting excited about the wedding. It's so close."

Seto looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh that's right, the idiot managed to get hitched with Miss Valentine."

Anzu rolled her eyes ignoring his comment. She couldn't exactly change how he felt or rather talked about Joey. It was something that was beyond her.

"Yes, will you be coming by the way?" she could feel her cheeks start to heat up. "As my date of course." She added.

Anzu looked at Kaiba inquiringly whose expression changed to a quizzical one.

"You expect me to go? Am I even invited?"

"As my date, yes. I get a plus one."

He looked away thinking of her words before finally answering.

"Well then so be it."

She smiled and kissed his cheek quickly. Immediately she saw the pink form along his cheek bones and she lightly laughed. To this day she was still shocked that Seto Kaiba held feelings for her. Feelings that were hard for him to convey at times, but she knew they were there. She remembered the times he would walk impassively by her or completely ignore her as he feuded with Yugi or Joey. Even recalling some of the harsh snide remarks he had thrown her way which had at the time stung.

And yet here they sat, years later in her small home. Life really was a fickle mess.

Seto decided he wasn't done with the conversation and immediately grabbed Anzu's waist placing her gently on top of him. Anzu blushed as he let his hands stray across her back.

"A proper thank you will suffice." He lowly whispered.

"A proper thank you?" she replied her pupils slowly dilating.

"Mmm." He relayed before gently kissing her. Anzu placed her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. She could feel his bulge harden through the soft fabric of his sweats and gently started to sway.

Seto groaned into her and deepened the kiss. The heat began to grow between them starting at her toes and surrounding her abdomen. Seto slowly licked her puckered lips, nipping on the bottom lightly. Anzu giggled and he immediately let her head go right as he started to pepper kisses along her collar bone. Anzu arched herself back allowing him more access. He moved his head lower, nuzzling himself between her breast affectively making her laugh. She could feel the smile creep along his face against her shirt. Slowly he brought her closer to him once more and she felt his hands start to lift her shirt a bit. His fingers left trail marks along the exposed skin effectively causing goosebumps to rise. She shuttered under his touch.

Anzu's eyes diverted from Seto to something she noticed by her bedroom door. Atem stood watching the scene before him. This time his eyes held fury. Immediately Anzu lurched herself off Seto who watched her in a panic.

"What's wrong what did I do?" he asked, his voice reaching a level of concern she had never before heard.

"I-I.." she didn't know what to say as she sat across from him on the couch. Her heart was pumping and she looked away from Seto and back at Atem who still looked livid.

Anzu couldn't do this, she couldn't tell him the truth.

"I forgot it's that time of the month." She lied.

Seto watched her with an apprehensive look. He wasn't sure she was telling the truth, but he couldn't think of what else he did that could have caused this reaction from her. It certainly wasn't the first time they were intimate. So he silently decided to let it go and nodded. He noticed her eyes looking back and forth from him to her bedroom door and looked back to see nothing there. He turned to Anzu once more who was now staring at the low television. Something was off but right now he wouldn't say a word.

She lay quietly in her bed. Her dinner of rice, tofu and fish sat uneasily in her stomach causing it to groan from time to time. She turned her head to face Seto whose eyes were closed. He seemed to be sleeping but she couldn't tell whether he was on his way or effectively unconscious. Sighing she turned her body around so he was spooning her from behind. Her arms laid out in front of her and she started to play with some loose thread from her pillow case. Her thoughts were jumbled and chaotic. She recalled Seto's strange but assured reaction on the couch and couldn't stop the guilt from entering her. He had truly believed he had done something wrong and Anzu had allowed it. She remembered the terrified look he displayed at her flayed body. A look she never wanted to see again. She was use to Seto being strong and loosely showing his emotions but it seemed she had forced this out of him. She wasn't sure she could bare to see that again.

Seto could feel Anzu moving about restlessly. How did she expect him to sleep when her body was creating disturbances about the warm bed? Not that he minded anyway.

In truth he didn't care whether she kept him up all night. Just having her near him was enough to keep him content. He watched as she started playing with some loose thread. He couldn't help but think of buying her a completely new bed set, no, perhaps bed. Actually, Seto wouldn't mind buying her a whole new home. But he knew she wouldn't have it. Although her small abode was nothing compared to his massive home, he knew she was happy here. That's all that truly mattered to him in the end.

He watched the moon shift in the sky effectively causing grey light to settle itself on Anzu's hair. It created a melancholy effect of grey against black. She almost looked like a ghost to him with the black conflicting heavily with her porcelain skin. Although it may seem a bit dreary to some, to him it was beautiful. The peculiar combination worked well with her blue eyes and made him wonder how her beauty had gone unseen by him for so long.

He couldn't help but bring her body closer to him and slowly pulled her back toward his chest. He could feel her warm skin against his and entwined his left leg with her right. She said nothing to all this and that was okay with him. He would give her time, that's all she needed.

Anzu nuzzled herself closer to Seto. She loved when he did this, these small little reminders of the feelings he shared with her. She understood he could never openly show his thoughts for her like others, but when he did things like this she didn't care. It was enough.

Slowly, sleep began to envelope her curled body and her dreams began to swirl around her.

The smell of the earth was strong. She could feel herself lying atop a field of something that effectively was protecting her from the soil below. Whatever she was laying in was a bit damp, like morning dew had been set across it. Anzu found it difficult to open her eyes but she could hear all around her. The whistle of the cool wind was running its arms against what she guessed was grass. But it was tall, could grass be this tall?

With great will she finally forced her eyes open to a cloudless sky. The sun shone radiantly but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She felt content like never before. She wondered if she could lay here forever.

"Anzu?" a voiced called to her. Anzu found it difficult to look for the sound. Her limbs felt heavy as though someone had attached weights to each end causing her movements to become excruciatingly slow.

Slowly she looked to her left and saw him. He lay beside her watching her with a puzzled expression. This was the clearest she had seen him in all her encounters. She could see the long outline of his chiseled body that seemed to glow under the penetrating sun. His tan was greatly apparent compared to her porcelain white body. She noticed he was wearing heavy garbs of white linen that were etched with gold thread. The eye of Anubis lay on his forehead in a golden band that pushed his hair back, and his arms were adorned with more gold. Anzu could feel her breath getting caught with the wind. She had somehow forgot his beauty.

"Atem?" her throat was so dry she could barely make out a whisper.

"Anzu! Anzu wake up!"

Anzu could feel rough hands pushing her shoulders. She could see Atem's lips moving but couldn't make out the words.

Who was interrupting her bliss? Why couldn't they just leave her alone?

"Anzu!"

The voice was louder and Anzu had no choice but to look away from Atem. She suddenly stood up and looked around. No longer was there a field of grass and reeds, but darkness engulfed her.

She looked down and opened her hands staring at her palms. Her eyes were tracing the many lines that to some stood for her life. She wasn't sure she believed in something that was so out of her control. No one could tell the future.

"Anzu!" She turned her head to see her frantic lover. Seto's eyes were wide, the blue turning a murkier color like a storm about to engulf the sea.

"Yes, what?" she asked. She wasn't sure why he seemed so frantic.

"You... you…" he looked like he wasn't sure what to say. She watched him waiting for him to finish.

"You were crying Anzu and thrashing about." He finally stated.

"What?" she was confused but realized he was right as she touched her face. But why?

"Were you having a bad dream?" He asked in a low voice.

She stared at him while wiping away the stray tears that had somehow gone unnoticed by her.

"I-I'm not sure." All she could remember was grass, tall grass and dirt. She could still smell the sweet dew.

"You were saying his name." he said it like he was admitting a wrong deed.

"Whose name?" she was almost afraid to ask but somehow knew the answer.

"Atem, the Pharaoh."