Chapter1. Vollidiot!

Now I could probably explain most things beginning from math to chemistry perfectly, but I'm at loss for words how the hell I ended up sitting in a bakery over chocolate cake with Mazaki Anzu in the middle of Berlin, Germany. I swear that girl will be the end of me, one day.

So we've already sat for, I would guess an hour, and I've listened to her senseless chatter without saying five words in the response for most of time. I took the opportunity to really look at her and I noticed some things about her. First her appearance, her hair is longer, much longer, her azures are slightly hidden by stylish glasses, I would've guessed her for a contacts girl, no trace of make-up as usual, her clothes simple, yet fashionable, Capri jeans, light in color and tight, an slightly oversized sleeveless pink shirt and white, sparkly ballerinas. All in all she was as beautiful as ever. Then her movements, they're elegant and light, full of feminine grace. I've also noticed that she included German words in her speech, unknowingly for sure, I found it incredibly cute. It's scary, that I have words such as 'cute' in my vocabulary.

I guess I've really missed this silly girl more then I thought. It was hard, those last two years, living without a trace of her smile. I wasn't aware just how hard I've fallen for her, till I didn't see her for so long. And now sitting here watching her and listening to her sweet voice... I'm on cloud nine if anyone asks, but it's a secret.

Now I'm behaving like a love-sick fool, I'm disgusted by my own thoughts. It's a wonder that I can behave like this, but with this girl... I shouldn't wonder. It's always been one thing or another, but I'm sure that she'll always get me to do or say something incredibly stupid. That girl manages to get out my worst and my best sides, it's only sad that she gets my best sides unintentionally out, without knowing, or ever finding out. But she's always present when I do something stupid. Life's not fair...

Somehow it's depressing, watching her so lively and radiant and happy, while I'm in a state where I'd do anything so just she would look upon me as a man and not just a class-mate and friend-on-occasion. But for all my looks, money and whatever those rabid fan girls saw in me, I'd never be good enough for her. Why should I suffice when she'd been loved by a King and hero? Why should anyone suffice when she'd experienced what it means to be truly and fully loved by someone mortals would never come up to? Even I am just nobody compared to the wielder of the Gods.

Oh, by the Gods, what the hell am I talking about?! The heat must be getting to me! But somehow it's true, she still wears the cartouche he gave her, with his name engraved, and I'm sure she treasures a picture or two of him in her wallet and beside her bed. What have I lost in her world where she cherishes the memory of his love and devotion? I always knew I'm kind of out of her league...

I'm not as arrogant and as self-assured like I always appear, instead I'm more of an uncertain type, that's been taught how to hide everything he feels and how to be someone he's not. It's the sad reality of my upbringing. Gozaburo Kaiba was a merciless teacher and father. I sometimes still have nightmares of punishments I've received when he wasn't satisfied with the results I achieved. I'm a scholar deep inside myself, a quite person that likes books and home-cooked meals more then the parties I have to attend and all the lime-light I'm forced under.

Now why should a girl that could as well be one of those American super-stars want anything to do with a person such as myself, who only knows how to hide their personality and play somebody they clearly aren't? But I can't even show her my true face, because the scared little boy who lost his parents far too early isn't an option for her either, I don't want her pity, I couldn't stand to see her of all people pity me. It would either kill me, or make me worse a human then I already am. That wouldn't improve my chances, if there are any at all.

Anzu is girl of beauty and of life, of everything that makes this world beautiful, she's girl of ambitions and determination, someone who knows how to live life to fullest and let past be past. She was never one for holding grudges, I should know after all. She looks forward and anticipates the future, always hoping for the best, always giving her all to make the future as bright as possible. That's her charm, that's what makes people love her, that's what made me and the Pharaoh love her.

It's a shame that the man in her heart has to be someone whose qualities I could never possess, I can never be like him, and plainly I do not wish to be, I am my own person, no matter how screwed that person is.

Then her voice brought me out of my thoughts:

"You know, Kaiba, my only wish for the future in this moment is to marry and have a family on my own..."

She sounded so wistful that I had to bite my tongue not to blurt out that she can marry me any moment now; I'd gladly give her that family. But as it is, she'd probably laugh in my face and call me a freak. So I had go back to that Kaiba Seto she knows and I said the first thing that came to my mind. I should have known that I'd come to regret it one day.

"Hah, good joke, Mazaki. Let's make a bet. If you manage to get married before you hit twenty-seven I'll name my first son Atem."

I know that the smirk on my face was probably making her mad if my words already haven't achieved that. She glared at me, before smirking and answering, "That'd require YOU getting married and having a child, and I certainly doubt there's a woman insane enough to bind herself to YOU."

Ouch, that stung. She shoots low. Two can play this game.

"You wound me, Mazaki. You're forgetting one thing of importance, I'm stinking rich and I'm by far one of the best looking man my age. There are millions of women who'd marry me simply because I can give them a certain life-style; nobody said marriage had to be based on love. Now I don't see problems in finding a wife, but YOU have nothing to give a man. You're not rich, nor are you highly intelligent, even your beauty is only average, a man would have to be very desperate to marry you."

Like me for an instance. I'm a very desperate and convincing liar.

That look she's giving me is tearing my heart apart, but I guess she wouldn't have expected anything else from me.

Her face scrunched up, a blush spread over her cheeks and her eyes blazed. And she shouted, in German may I add.

"Du bist ein Vollidiot, Kaiba!"

I really need a dictionary.

AN: And here's the second chapter. Longer then the first one. I hope it's to your satisfaction. Please don't make me beg for reviews.

Jas