a/n - Thank you to all reviewers. Your critiques are taken and received with great warmth and appreciation and I hope that this continuation meets with approval, as short as it is.
Bleary eyes peeked from beneath the sumptuously warm duvet, reaching for the clock at her beside, Anzu groaned as she realised the time. It was early, too early in fact to have someone beating down her door; but right or wrong they wanted in and weren't about to stop until they got there.
With the heel of her hand Anzu rubbed the sleep from her eyes, donning the beautiful silk gown her friend Jun had sent from New York she made her way through the living room to the front door. Yawning she squinted through the peephole to espy her visitor.
"Ohh, shoot me now." With a sigh she opened the door.
"Nice outfit Mazaki, breakfast should be, " He paused pretending to consider his next word. "Interesting!"
Glancing from the corner of her eye Anzu observed an altogether unimpressed Mokuba, who was too tired and grumpy to even summon the energy to be apologetic for his deception.
Lazily shifting his gaze between the two Seto smirked. "Well aren't we just the happiest little rays of sunshine to grace the day?"
Mokuba shot him a dirty look, and pushed forward.
Stifling yet another yawn, Anzu opened the door wider, hissing in Mokuba's ear as he passed. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming too?"
"He is the cats namesake, and told him not to. I do hope my presence isn't a problem, hm Mazaki?" Turning about he nearly dropped her to the floor with the most debonair of smiles.
"Get a hold of yourself, you stupid girl. It's not real he's just messing with your head. But God I wish he'd smile like that more often."
With the inner turmiol still raging Anzu excused herself to go dress.
"You're not going to be too long, are you? We did after all agree on breakfast, not dinner." Settling himself to await her return, he smiled at the glare and muttered retort as she disappeared toward her room. "By the way where is that squalling namesake of mine? Surely not inside on such a splendid morning!"
He proceeded to make a show of removing hair from his crisply pressed grey satin trousers. Sticking her head back out the door, Anzu replied with a completely disarming smile, though her insides seethed. "No, and if you don't believe me, you might want to stakeout the bathroom, but then one may not like what they see, choice is yours."
The mirth faded somewhat as his mind sang out, "Touche!"
Mokuba's eyes flicked from his brother to the now closed door, a sharp intake of air by his brother, warned the younger that a dangerous game of wits were afoot, and unless one wanted to become a modern day Joan De Arc; one should keep their nose super clean and out of view. Suddenly breakfast did not feel so appealing, and his mind worked feverishly on ways to abscond.
Despite the varying arguments with herself, Anzu took only a handful of minutes to reappear in a vision so splendid that both Kaiba's were forced to swallow. Mokuba's sleepy state dispersed within seconds of her walking through to the kitchen for her handbag, while the elder fingered his collar somewhat unconsciously. Reappearing she raised a delicate brow at the elder.
"I thought this was breakfast not dinner, chop chop?" And an angelic smile beautified her elegant attire.
The two watched the graceful swan, attired in a Yve St Laurent mode white suit, and Chinook hair style, float toward and hold open the front door. Mokuba whet his lips and flicked a hesitant look at Seto before rising and sidling through the door. As always the elder moved with ease that neither accentuated nor betrayed the torrent of hormones raging within. He merely sniffed as he passed her by, and offered a familiar remonstrance of the quality of neighbour she held. Locking the front door she followed them both to Seto's personal car laying in wait at the kerb.
Not many would recognise the Subaru Impreza awd in relation to Domino's most eligible bachelor. A fact to which the owner was eternally grateful, age-old business dictated a certain level of snobbery was required. Therefore the limo was essential, however anonymity required something subtle. Something that would draw the least notice, and as such, Kaiba Corp's great dragon lover was able to partake in many of Mokuba's school activities, and private meetings with little attention until well after the fact. Pulling up beside the front doors of his desired destination, he handed the keys to the valet while the porter ushered the guests through. Anzu looked about her in wonder, and secretly thanked the gods for talking her out of her original choice of attire. Looking across to Mokuba, she guessed that this had not been his selection and had to stifle a giggle as she observed the child's jaw dropping lower with each sweep of his saucer like eyes. Striding between the two, Seto lead the way forward with a swift command to his brother.
"Flies Mokuba!"
For a moment the younger did not register that he had been spoken, so the command to close one's mouth was not duly obeyed until his gaze met with Seto's and then it shut instantly.
"Ah Kaiba-san, again a pleasure, and as always such charming company." The Maitre d bestowed a schmoozing smile upon Anzu, who looked quite disconcerted at the comment. Kaiba's jaw twitched as Mokuba set accusing eyes upon him. The Maitre d oblivious to the silent parody behind continued his discourse as he showed them to seat, placed the napkin across their lap and proceeded to pour their drinks leaving them with a parting bow and careless "Just as you always like it sir."
Anzu looked from her glass of champagne to Kaiba and back again, not truly focusing on either. The revelation that the all work and no play image were as virtual as one of his gaming disks was proving quite overwhelming. That and the slight niggling scratchiness in her throat signalling the onset of a cold, she was pulled from her own thoughts by the sudden inversion of Mokuba's feelings.
"So this is just as you always like it sir!" Anzu winced at the emphasis given and paled at the responding look.
"Don't you dare Mokuba. When you are my age feel free to do the same." His peripheral took in the fidgeting of Anzu as she tried to make herself invisible behind her menu. "And in case you had forgotten we have a guest."
Abashed, Mokuba mumbled an apology, but all could see from his posture that the war was far from over.
Returning shortly the Maitre d waited with a simpering smile as Anzu finally made sense of the words that had been swimming before her eyes and gave her order, Mokuba's and Seto's following swiftly after. Collecting the menu's his little titter about the minds of women died in his throat as he met the arctic glare of his highest paying guest. Not sure how to remove himself from the hole he'd just dug, the Maitre d looked to the front and was delighted to find a saviour in the face of a new guest, "And not just anyone." He exclaimed out loud.
Kaiba turned with bored interest to see what excuse he had found to save himself, but boredom was soon replaced with an extremely appreciative eye. Anzu swallowed involuntarily at the chemistry taking place before her eyes.
"Well Mai," Her mind taunted, "You may have a sure fire win, but somehow I think the outcome will be a little different to what you and Mokuba pictured."
She chanced a glance at Mai's accomplice only to find him just as entranced as his brother by the beautiful stranger. Anzu picked up her glass of champagne and sipped, pretending to take an interest in the décor so as not to torment herself further. It was a few moments before she realised that the torment stood right at her shoulder with the overly excited Maitre d beside.
"But there is an extra seat, and I'm sure," She flashed a smile at the two seated males, "That they will have no objection if I steal…"
The beautiful creature didn't even finish her sentence before the two Kaiba's rose to show her to her seat. Anzu just blinked.
"See, " She said with a wave of her hand to the man, "Now I am going to be naughty just this once and have what they are having, because this is a celebration."
Mokuba came out of his trance. "A celebration? What celebration?"
The beautiful hazel eyes of their new found guest twinkled in time with her smile.
"Because," Here she paused, "I am sitting with my oldest and dearest."
Anzu pulled back to look at her a frown puckering her brow. Suddenly she lurched forward, eyes wide.
"Jun?"
The excited woman clapped her hands lightly at her friend's recognition. The Maitre d looked ready to faint.
"M'mselle is friends with the great Prima Ballerina?" And it was though the first meeting between servant and guest had never been.