a/n - I might suggest re reading chapter 1 before continuing as a few changes have been made. My muse dictated that I should do this because of great gaping holes I had left

Anzu rolled her neck hoping to relieve the tension that had built within, but was brought back to reality with the mewling beast winding its way through her legs. Looking down she took pity on the blue-eyed creature staring back at her.

"I'm sorry Kaiba, I forgot to feed you this morning, didn't I?" Water dripped from her hair onto the supposedly famished animal, earning her a shake of the head and a look worthy of his namesake. "Sorry little one, it's not my fault the weather bureau suck at their job."

Opening the refrigerator she retrieved an open can, emptying its contents into her expectant pets plate. Diving on the generous morsel, a loud purr emanated from deep within the grateful animals body. Anzu chuckled, patting the sleek brown fur.

"Forgiven am I Kaiba?" The cat flicked her a fearful look and bolted from the room. "Maybe not then." She continued as she rose from her squatted position, a solid but warm wall was suddenly felt where previously there had been none. Swinging round she backed away from the new admit to her home.

"What are you doing here, how did you get in?"

A raised brow met her question, and her eyes followed the white missile as it left her uninvited guests hand and landed on the table.

"I came to return this. You know in this neighbourhood you should take more care with your doors. Leaving them open like you did is just the invitation any self respecting criminal likes."

She continued to stare at the full envelope in dismay. Finally looking him in the face, she saw a flicker of concern pass through as he took in the whole of her countenance. Only on rare occasions had she caught him with his guard down and none of those involved her. Always Mokuba. A small jealousy flittered through her being and she quashed it as soon as it appeared. She was just an employee; Mokuba was his brother and entitled to that affection.

"Was." Her mind emphasised the word in its proper tense.

"I don't like deceit Mazaki, and your failure to answer my question the other day, reeks of it." He paused to close the door.

"I've completed the tracecert you know."

Swallowing Anzu waited the handing down of her sentence only to start at the suddenness of her phone. Caught like a deer in the headlights she glanced from the phone to Kaiba and back again. Uncertain whether to answer it or not she finally moved her leaden legs in the direction of the shrill object. A swift command soon halted her though.

"Leave it, if they need you that desperately they'll ring back."

She knew she should swipe him for his arrogance, but a small childish part of her was glad that he was talking with her and not shouting, to rebuke him would change this small truce. Finally remembering her manners she offered a seat and refreshments. She took the given grunt as an acceptance and made her way to the stove to heat the ready pot of coffee. This was one of the few indulgences she allowed herself, diet was important to any dancer, but to one with hopes of making it professionally it was a given to look after yourself within and without. Now her excuses for remaining in Domino had been stripped away she focused herself to the hard road ahead, one she chided herself that should have been completed this very year, had she followed her head instead of her heart. With a sigh she collected the two mugs, turning to find the room deserted she made her way to her living room. Had she not felt so despondent she would have laughed at the sight of the two Kaiba's staring each other down in their bid to possess the warmest seat in the room.

"He'll win you know." She said, placing the hot coffee mug on the table beside the chair. "He always does."

Looking from the cat to his host, he smirked and gave a small toss of his head. "Of course, he's a Kaiba,"

Anzu flushed, she hadn't thought at what point he had entered the house. Embarrassment and the feeling of having been caught with ones hand in the biscuit barrel nearly caused her to drop her own coffee. As it was she partially spilt it down the front of her.

"I was going to suggest earlier that you change out of those wet clothes before you get a cold. I want answers Mazaki, and you snivelling and sneezing all the way through this conversation is about as attractive as the hobo look you are now presenting, go change."

Placing her cup on the table beside his, she walked as a scolded child to her room. While Kaiba continued to stare down Kaiba in the bid for the warmest seat, only this time the furry element recognised defeat and left with a notable stamp of its four feet. Kaiba having once again proven his superiority sniffed derisively at the unseemly gesture and went in search of the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he turned to the object of his desire, but a change of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning his head to the right the slightly ajar door took his interest and all previous needs gave way to curiosity. Anzu Mazaki appeared to be a girl of simple tastes, at least judging by the rest of her house. Always elegant in dress whether casual or formal, what then would her bedroom be like? After all it was the room that often held the greatest secrets. Not even considering she may still be in there, he trod quietly to the door for a peek. He was disappointed to see that the room was just as simple as the rest of the house and turned to step back to the toilet. Catching the handle of the door in the place of his kidney's Kaiba let out a howl whipping round to find a decidedly under dressed Mazaki standing before him. Holding the small of his back he stepped back awkwardly, only to lurch forward again with the sudden caterwaul from yet another injured Kaiba, whose tail had taken the brunt of his need to distance himself from the underwear clad vision before him. Rooted to the spot in complete awe, Anzu took in the whole of the two Kaiba's plight, before realising she was standing before him practically naked. She wrapped her arms about herself in an attempt to protect what remained of her modesty, but realised the futility and reached for a towel instead and continued to watch as her former boss glared angrily from cat to mistress.

"What self respecting animal hides in a toilet?" The disgust in his voice rang through as clearly as the look he had given her three days hence.

The spark of indignity returned within Anzu's breast. Attack her, yes. Attack her cat, not on your life.

"He's not an animal," giving the word as much emphasis as he had. "He's a cat, and he has a name, and you're in his domain"

"Change it."

"No!"

"I demand you change its name."

Anzu's eyes flashed the darkest hue of sapphire.

"Why should I, after all you're both peeping toms."

Whatever truce she had relished earlier was duly lost at this moment and the two-legged peeping Tom reefed open the bathroom door striding swiftly to the exit. In anger he nearly ripped his jacket as he slid it over his arms. Once again turning to face her, he wore the age-old smirk that came with a smack down.

"Hopefully next time it will be something worth looking at."

Slamming the door behind him Kaiba stood on the step trying to calm his temper before returning to the office. So much for getting to the root of it all and getting the only assistant he'd ever trusted back. Everything pointed to the mistake being hers, the tracecert showed her log in, the IP showed the originator as being her computer, but his gut told him to look elsewhere. She had completed these transactions a thousand times before without error, why now? He raised his hand to reopen the door he'd just maimed, but lowered it with the sound that emanated from within. He had caused that sound, and going back in would only injure the crying party's dignity further. Walking swiftly to the driver's door, he slipped behind the wheel and out of the rain. He would get his answers and when he did God help anyone involved in this ruse. His finger stilled before the starter button, as the image of a dancing nancy paraded within his mind. The stupid dog and his bitch had been very certain of their quest. Spies within she'd said. One word replaced all else.

MOKUBA!

But why, why had he allowed them to coerce him into this scheme. What could he possibly gain that would outweigh the danger of crossing his older brother. And then it hit him like a thunderbolt.

"Alright Kajaku, let's see just how fail proof this challenge of yours is."

And the engine roared to life.