Chapter2. Das Geheimniss Verlorener Träume

"So Mazaki, do you still dance? Become Prima Ballerina yet?"

I didn't think before asking that question, but I would've thought nothing bad about asking anyway. It's not as if it was a secret that she danced. Maybe I should've considered the tone of my voice; I sounded mocking even to my own ears. She looked crestfallen for a moment, then her smile was back, smaller and not as breathtaking as usual, have I said something wrong, anyway?

"I did indeed become Prima Ballerina, but I don't dance anymore..."

Now this is something I didn't expect. Was that the reason her expression showed so much pain and heartbreak? What could possibly keep you from dancing, Anzu? Dancing is a second nature to you, it comes as naturally as your smile, and without it you're incomplete. What took that away from you? Or did you give it up? But why is your expression telling of the pain that occurs when something is violently wrenched out of your grip, your heart? Give me a reason to understand why you'd quite something you'd loved so passionately.

"How come you don't dance anymore?"

How come your eyes and face rival mine and Mokuba's when our parents passed away? Was your dancing stolen as brutally from you as our parents from us? Tell me, Anzu. Make me understand the pain in your eyes.

"It's simple, really. A year ago I fell down the stairs and broke my right knee-cap. The doctors said that the damage will never heal fully; my knee wouldn't be able to support my weight if I tried dancing. Ballet requires standing on tip-toes, that's too much strain on my knee, it's impossible to dance ballet for me. That's all. I was a klutz and injured myself."

A klutz, you? There is something you're not telling me. I never associated you with a klutz, sure you're clumsy with your words and stumble over things when you get nervous, but even then your natural grace kicks in and you're able to pull yourself together. There's more to this story then you're letting on, maybe you can fool everyone else, but never me, never somebody whose eyes always chased after you, who knows your movements and your looks, and expressions like the back of his hand. So tell me the whole truth.

"You're not telling me everything, Mazaki. I want to know."

I know demanding is not the best way to approach this kind of thing, but with her stubbornness, I've got little to no other choice. If I ask she'll scoff and tell me that I'm talking nonsense. But if I come sure of what I'm assuming she'll get angry, but eventually she'll spill, I just have to be patient.

"Meine Geheimnisse, bleiben bei mir. Du hasst kein Recht Antworten von mir zu verlangen. Was gibt dir dass Recht mit mir so zu reden, als ob du mein Freund bist? Du bist niemand, Kaiba."

Now I would kill to have a dictionary or a translator... Curse you, Guzaburo for not forcing me to learn German, as well. What use of speaking ten languages when I can't understand a word of what she just said? I should have known she would react that way... Well I did know she'll react violently, but I didn't consider her speaking in a language I don't understand. But speaking of which, why am I even in a land where I can't communicate with the natives? Was I drunk or on drugs when I decided to come here?

"Mazaki, insults are not effective if you use a language I don't understand. I could as well think that you're complimenting me, or swearing your undying love for me."

As if...

"I'm not insulting you, you big monkey. Learn the language if you want to know what I'm talking about, I thought you were a prodigy. I'll compliment you if I think you did something to deserve the compliment, as for the undying love... Let me say it this way... Not in a million years, not if you were the last male on this planet, I'd rather kiss a cobra; I'd marry a monkey, over my dead body. Clear enough?"

Ouch. Does she have to be that way? Great God I was just teasing her and she goes aiming a kick to my crotch. Thanks Mazaki, thanks a bunch, for depleting my pride a bit more...

"I feel so loved, Mazaki..."

"Listen Kaiba, I have to go to work now, I'm already late as it is. Go to this address, knock on apartment number eighteen, a Chinese guy or a blonde woman should open the door, tell them I sent you and to give you the keys to apartment number sixteen, that's across the hallway. Speak English, they both understand it. I live in number sixteen, make yourself at home, and ask Wufei for some delivered Chinese food if you get hungry. I'll be home around seven. Tschuss!"

Is she inviting me to stay with her? I don't get that woman. And why would she give her keys to the neighbors? Maybe they're friends, wouldn't surprise me, she's friends with everyone. Oh well, when she's inviting me, why not. I'll just hail a cab. Hope that apartment isn't s dirt-hole.

AN: Sorry for the delay but it was my wedding anniversary and we celebrated a lot, :P.

Anyway here's the third chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Review!