Sorry for the long wait, you have no idea how much troubles i had to write this chapter, seriously, I have like 10 pages of scratched text in my fanfic book, I started over like 5 times.
Chapter twenty-four: Anzu's secret.
Anzu was doing her best to rest a little, the beginning of the day had been terrible for her, the more time passed and the more she started feeling this trial was nothing more then a set up to destroy her. All day long, she had to endure listening to various people trying to incriminate her. Of course Jordan was doing a really good job at defending her but she had a feeling that the jury was more interested by the story of the accusation, stating she killed her boyfriend once she got everything she wanted from him.
The prosecutor kept calling different witnesses and supposed friends who kept telling how caring Raven was toward her and how she was never satisfied. Of course most of what the said wasn't true but no one could prove they were lying. They scored a few good points when it came to the real evidences, such as the gun and the bloodstains. Of course, Mrs. Shinori, the prosecutor, tried her best to tuen them to her advantage, but she didn't expect Seto to hire the best experts of the country to defend her. However, Anzu knew that wasn't enough, even without proofs, the prosecutor's story still was very convincing. Anzu had to admit that, being in a jury's position, she would probably believe the accusation too, after all, she had more than one reason to want Raven out of her life.
"You shouldn't be so worried, everything is working out exactly as planned."
Anzu looked up at Jordan, wondering how he could remain so calm, but then again, it wasn't his life that was at stakes here. What happened today didn't really matter to him, he didn't know her at all. She must have eyed him weirdly because he chuckled slightly at her.
"Oh don't worry, I'm probably risking more then you in this. I can't even begin to imagine just what hell Kaiba will make me go through if I let anything happen to you." Jordan said with a forced smile.
Anzu wondered how he knew exactly what she was thinking about, but, wasn't that his job exactly, knowing what people where thinking? She smiled slightly back at him. She knew that if he wanted to, Seto could make nearly anyone's life a living hell. Yet, did he really care about her that much?
Jordan sighed as he sat down in front of her. "That next part will be the hardest for you." He explained, as Anzu shallowed in apprehension, she knew what was coming. She was the next witness, she will have to go in front of everyone and tell her side of the story. "Just stick to the truth, I'll take care of the rest." He said with a reasuring smile for what seemed like the fifteenth time to Anzu since this ordeal started.
"Tell us, Mrs. Mazaki..." The prosecutor started, walking slowly in front of Anzu like a predator toying with it's prey. "How and when did you met Mr. Daisuke?"
Anzu discreately took a deep breath, trying to put her memories together. "I met him about...two years before my graduation from Julliard and starting my career. It was...during a show from my school that I first met him but we started dating about three months later I think."
"So, you met him before your career started. And we all know you are a part of his parent's artist agency, it's thanks to them that you get where you are now. In a way, we might even say that you got the Daisuke's help because of your relationship with their son. Am I right?"
Anzu frowned slightly. "I wouldn't say so." She answered. "Raven's parents' have never been kind to me, they didn't think I was good enough for their son. I've passed auditions just like everybody else. Raven's parents do not attend to the auditions. Actually I had never met them before actually singing my contract with the agency."
"But it's not impossible that Mr. Daisuke spoke in your favor to the person in charge of your auditioin." Mrs. Shinori stated, smirking at Anzu.
Anzu shrugged. "I guess it's possible he did, but I never asked him to and we never talked about such a thing. I have always been confident about my skill and I never thought about using other's influence to get anywhere." She explained calmly.
"But now that the two of you were engaged, breaking up with him would probably hurt your career, perhaps even put an end to it. After all, you were engaged to your producer's only son, surely they wouldn't be happy about that and could make you pay for it." The prosecutor looked at Anzu with a sly grin, waiting for her to answer.
"I guess it's possible that breaking my engagement with him would hurt my career. But my present situation isn't better." Anzu countered.
"But it could get so much better." The prosecutor said, staring at Anzu. "You were stuck with someone you didn't love but couldn't leave. Killing him was the only option, but if your fiancé suddenly disappeared of course you would be suspected right away. So instead, you and your new lover made this plan to make his death look like an accident, that way you can play the innocent victim, pretending he attacked you for some unknown reason and accidently got shot in the fight. That way you can get away with killing him. You thought everyone whould believe you and then you could go live with you accomplice. And of course, your touching little story would make it so much easier for you to find a new producer and get your career back on track. After all, everybdy is drawn to people who have a sad past, you'll probably be even more popular then ever, this trial is quite mediatised I must say." The prosecutor smiled triumphantly at Anzu as everyone in the room started whispering amongst themselves, probably commenting on how convincing the prosecutor's story was.
"I didn't plan to kill him." Anzu said defensively, but she didn't now what to say to convince everyone that woman was saying lied. "Beside, I was planning on leaving him anyway, I'm sure you found my packed things in my room."
"Nothing proves this wasn't a set-up." The prosecutor said seriously, causing a few people in the room to nod their head.
Panic was starting to get to Anzu, she felt like she was trapped in a tiny little box slowly filing up with water. She desperatly wanted to get out of there, away from all those desaprobating looks the people were giving her, away from the worried looks of her friends and family and more than anything, she wanted to get away from the accusing looks of the prosecutor and Raven's family. How she wished they would all disappear, that this was nothing more than a nightmare and that she would wake up in her bed, with Seto next to her, holding her close to him in a protectiv manner. Thinking about Seto made her look for his familliar icy blue eyes in the crowd. When she found them, she was only cold emptyness, the sae neutral stare she so often saw him wear, damn him and his hability to hide his feelings. What happened to all the emotions she saw in them the night they spent together? What happened to all the love and care he showed her? She was accused of murder, she could spend the rest of her life in prison and he was there, staring back at her like she wasn't even there, didn't he care about her? Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and she was about to turn her gaze away when she saw his lips move. Everything around her seemed to disappear as she saw him mouth two words: 'Calm down' How many times had she heard him say those words to her over the past few days? He was still there for her and at that moment nothing else mattered. She took a deep breath to calm herself like he said, now was not the time to panic, she turned her attention back to the prosecutor who was staring at her with the same severe expression. "Nothing proves it was a set-up since it wasn't one." Anzu countered, feeling a regain in her energy and confidence.
The prosecutor smiled an almost sadistic smile that made anzu shiver. "That's were i have to disagree." She walked back to her table to grab something and put it down in front of Anzu, who palled slightly as she recognised the small object. "Could you tell the court what this is?" The prosecutor asked her.
Anzu shifted nervously, she knew this wasn't good for her, but Seto told her times and times again to tell the truth and only the truth. "It's... a pregnancy test." She said, looking up at the prosecuto, doing her best to ignore the new wave of whisper that spear through the crowd.
"A pregnancy test." Mrs. Shinori repeated, turning toward the jury for a more dramatic effect. "And do you know where we found it?"
Anzu thought about it for a second. "I think it must have been in my room."
Mrs. Shinori appeared shocked for a second, she obviously didn't expect Anzu to answer the question truthfully. "So you admit this is yours?"
"Sure looks like it, but I'm sure you ran some tests to prove it is really mine." Anzu answered as calmly as possible.
The prosecutor frowned, she expected anzu to deny everything and couldn't understand why she admited everything so willingly, but that didn't matter, actually it only made her job much easier. "But Mr. Daisuke's medical record shows that he couldn't have children. So why would you need a pregnancy test? Of course you must have known about your fiancé's situation."
"Yes, I knew." Anzu answered.
"And tell us, what is the result of this test."
Anzu answered without looking down at the test. "It's positive." This got the entire crowd to react, which forced the judge to call fo order.
"So, you are pregnant." The prosecutor stated.
"Yes."
"And of course, Mr. Daisuke cannot be the father, which means you were involved in a relationship with another man."
"I'm not sure this could be called a relationship, but yes, I had an adventure with another man." Anzu admited. She could see the shocked looks on her friends face, of course they had no idea about this situation, but she did her best to ignore then and stay concentrated on the prosecutor.
The older woman smirked. "But with your pregnancy, your fiancé would soon find out you cheated on him. He would have dumped you and you would have lost everything and since you couldn't leave him, that's why you killed him." Whispers of approbation could be heard from the people attending the trial, they were definitly convinced by the prosecutor's story.
Ok, I'm missing 200words to make my usual 2000 words, but since I didn't update in age (sorry about that) I decided to stop here...writing more would mean you'll have to wait maybe until next week since I'm going out with friends tomorrow and moving away this weekend.
GEEE How comes Canada sucks so moch this year in the olympics...sucks.