Her mouth tasted like spice. There was no other way to describe it, and before Kaiba could stop himself, he muted Anzu's imminent scream with the force of his lips. He could feel her tongue, the soft muscle burned against his like he was sucking on a chili pepper skin. Only instead being taken aback by the sensations of pain, Kaiba wanted it. The heat of her mouth mixing with the vanilla scent that always seemed to linger on her skin, it was intoxicating.
Anzu melted against his grip. Both of her hands were still pinned to the door, next to her head. Kaiba finally let go, snaking one of his hands behind her head to undo the hair tie that she still wore. It was so much longer than it used to be and he desired to touch it. Kaiba had never been this intimate with anyone, having never lost control. Dropping the bands to the ground, all his past inhibitions were gone and his hands fully indulged in Anzu's hair.
She wasn't resisting him. To his satisfaction, her arms went around his neck, clinging there to get a closer grip as he pressed her body farther into the door. It was so small in comparison to his, the way it formed against him. He could feel all of her, and not wanting the sensation to leave him, Kaiba grabbed her waist suddenly, rising her up to eye level.
Her body was light. She had more strength in her than he ever gave Anzu credit for, feeling the constriction of her legs around his waist after lifting her up. She was an anomaly. The way she felt, her hips against his groin and the softness of her lips and the way she seemed passive to his will…
Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew she was still planning to leave him. It made him angry, unreasonably so, and before he knew what he was doing, Kaiba put his mouth on her throat. The skin was smooth, the tiny fine hairs not bothering him in the least. If she was going to leave him, he wouldn't let her go without leaving something behind…
When Anzu cried out in pain, however, it brought him back to reality. She had tears in her eyes. The skin of her neck was inflamed where he'd sucked on her. Soon it would turn all shades of purple and red, and she would have to hide his mark undoubtedly if she planned on going out without getting stares. If she wasn't so mad at him, Kaiba would have grinned at her. His plan had worked, after all.
However, it wasn't a good time for that. Whatever passion had passed between the two was gone. Now he was stuck standing there, his heart still pounding in his chest as the girl in front of him stared him down. If looks could kill…
"Mazaki, I-"
"Put me down."
He did as he was told, and backing away afterwards, Kaiba could see her hiding that little mark he left with her hand. She looked pissed but he wasn't sure who she was madder at. Him, for taking advantage of a situation, or herself, for allowing a relapse of control? Whichever it was, it didn't stop her from opening the front door again, starting at the ground wearily as Kaiba walked past.
"Mazaki just let me explain-"
"Please just leave Kaiba."
She wasn't going to listen to him. Shaking his head, Kaiba left, slamming the door behind him.
The walk from her porch to his car felt like forever. Turning around, he could see the curtains of Anzu's living room up, not allowing him any sort of peak to see if she was still there. What he was going to do next, Kaiba sure as hell didn't know. He felt confused for the first time in his life. Usually whenever something challenging happened to him, he had a plan, but not this time.
Driving home and getting to bed were the only two things on his mind. The Kaiba Mansion was twenty minutes north of the city, in the old money district of town. They were old homes in the hills overlooking the ocean that used to belong to the wealthy Americans who had moved in after WWII. Most of the houses belonged to rich military officers, but some, like the Kaiba Mansion, were kept by civilians.
Gozaburo never liked the ocean. Unlike the rest of the houses, his was built a mile in land, surrounded by woods. The gate opened once Kaiba's car reached it, and driving through the path, it made him think about the old house. Did he really want to stay living in it? It didn't actually feel like his home, something he'd make for himself. Everything inside felt and reflected Gozaburo, and the daily reminders of the old man made him feel sick.
"Hmpf. Maybe one day I'll just sell this dump."
A penthouse in the city suited his needs much better. Mokuba, who was gone often now that he wasn't kidnap bait any longer, wouldn't care either way. Although he lived in the Kaiba Mansion for some years, he wasn't attached to the place at all. They hardly had any good memories there, not even when it came to holidays. Gozaburo wouldn't let him celebrate anything, according to him it was "spoiling", so to the Kaiba brothers, the old house felt like a mausoleum.
The staff immediately greeted Kaiba at the door, his personal driver collecting the car. There was a parking garage on the grounds for it, and leaving it behind for the chauffeur, Kaiba went inside the house. It was such a dark, large, and drafty place, and the rooms were always too dimly lit. There weren't enough windows, but it didn't matter too much. Kaiba didn't stay in the mansion very often anyways, except for sleep.
Tonight wasn't much different. Kaiba wanted to dump his body on top of his bed and hide his face into the sheets. Maybe if he did, her stupid face wouldn't keep showing up repeatedly. All throughout the drive, he thought about what he did and it drove him nuts. If it wasn't so late, Kaiba would have dragged his carcass into the bathroom to take a cold shower, but he didn't have the energy for that. Sleep was what he wanted, but it didn't come easy.
The next few nights didn't improve for Kaiba either. Anzu wouldn't answer his texts, and after a week of being blown off, Kaiba decided to just let it go. He had a dinner to focus on, and if Anzu wanted to ignore him, that was her problem. It just went to prove that no one was on his side. Everyone, at one point or another, was going to disappoint him and it was only a matter of time before his little distraction went sour.
He'd never admit how badly she had wounded him.
Sitting in his office, he wasn't going to think about Anzu Mazaki any longer. Not the way her lips tasted against his and not how it felt to have her slender legs wrapped around his body... No, such distracting thoughts didn't belong in a conference room. He had better things to worry about than females. It was the reason why he avoided them in the first place. Gozaburo was right when he said they weren't worth the air they breathed.
However, Gozaburo had never felt any sort of passion in his life. He died an old man, childless, without anyone to cry for him on his funeral day. It was a pitiful reflection of his entire life, a life that everyone quickly forgot about when the next tragedy appeared in the front page news. No one besides the two little boys from the orphanage in Domino City thought about the great tycoon after his death. He was irrelevant.
Seto Kaiba was anything but irrelevant.
"Mr. Kaiba, did you have anything to add to the presentation?"
The sudden addressing of his name broke his thoughts. He was clicking his pen again, sitting slumped in front of a dozen or more people whose names he'd forgotten half way through the meeting. Nearly all of them worked for him, but they probably wouldn't last longer than a year. They almost never lasted longer than a year.
"No, just continue with it already."
"Yes sir."
The meeting went on, and setting his pen down, Kaiba tried to concentrate. Someone had vanilla flavored coffee in the room and it was making him feel ill. He hated that smell, how it made his skin crawl and stomach turn and before the meeting could end, he excused himself from the room. They didn't need his immediate attention every single damn time they wanted to discuss weekly updates on Kaiba Land California. Someone could give him the abridged version later.
Deciding to go out, Kaiba grabbed his black Burberry trench coat and left the building. People stared at him, never having seen their boss actually leave before six-fifteen before. It made them slightly nervous too, because routine was everything at Kaiba Corp. No one ever broke routine. However, for once Kaiba was going to be the first to do it.
He needed to relax. There had to be somewhere to go but where? Walking around Domino City was like navigating through a maze. Although it was his city, the entire area kept changing with new developments. The old Japanese districts were being replaced by new International areas, which were less dependent upon the old world for support. This part of town was also where Domino University was located.
There he found a coffee shop. Coffee wasn't the traditional drink, but college students found it fashionable regardless. Deciding upon tea instead, Kaiba ordered a cup with a scone and sat in the back of the café. Hopefully if he was lucky the soothing ambience of the place would put his thoughts into place.
Anzu needed to leave his mind.
Putting the warm liquid to his lips, he was about to drink when he heard the jingle of the door's bell. Out of habit, Kaiba glanced up at the doorway. He nearly spilt his drink all over himself when he saw the figure that walked in. She was wearing a black ballet dancer's leotard, with a small skirt, white tights, and black leg warmers. There were even real en pointe ballet slippers on her feet.
It was Anzu Mazaki, unaware yet of Kaiba's presence. She looked so different in dancer's clothes. When she turned her back, he could see all the lean muscles of her shoulders and how her dark hair was pulled tight into a military style bun. The bruise was still there too, although not as noticeable if he hadn't been looking for it with his eyes. He wanted to know if it was still there. If she had been hiding it.
Retrieving her drink and turning around, she saw him. Her eyes grew a little and before he could react, she stormed out of the place. Getting up, Kaiba refused to be deterred, and he left the café, glancing down the streets to find her. When he saw her, she was already half a block down, sprinting up the stairs of the Domino University Department of Fine Art's building. Before going in though, she turned around and glanced Kaiba's way.
Now he knew where to find her.
He would just have to wait. Sitting in the lobby of the dance studio, he knew exactly when Anzu would be free from class. She couldn't avoid him forever if he went searching for her. And like it or not, he realized that he'd need her cooperation for his dinner party still. It was expected for him to have a date and coming alone was not an option. If that meant using bribes, he'd do it. Whatever strange thing happened that night Kaiba would put aside for one night, but he wouldn't be chased away from.
Besides, his personal shoppers would be coming to her house the next day. He had to talk to her about that, before they showed up. It would be a disaster if she tried kicking. Kaiba wouldn't be able to live down such a personal insult, so after thinking a great deal over it, he knew what he needed to do.
A talk was in order.
After half an hour or so, a stream of dancers left the corridor all holding their gym bags as they went along their way. Kaiba watched their faces for Anzu but he didn't' see her amongst the crowd. Did she try avoiding him by leaving through the back? He didn't find that likely since she usually was pretty confrontational with people and didn't try hiding away like some scared little kid.
One student turned her face, and glanced at Kaiba. She smiled at him before walking towards the door.
"Wait. Do you know Anzu Mazaki?" asked Kaiba.
"Mazaki?" she answered, looking slightly confused. She stopped for a second in thought, her smile broadening more with realization. Clearly the dancer knew the girl. "Yes, she's still in the studio practicing. You'll find her in room B12."
"Thank you."
Getting off his seat, Kaiba headed towards the hall where the dancers had walked out of. The rooms were clearly marked and it didn't take too long before he reached a B12, music echoing out of the walls. It sounded like Swan Lake but he wasn't quite sure. He hadn't studied music seriously since Gozaburo was around…
Walking into the room, he could see Anzu practicing alone. She didn't hear him come in or he knew she would have stopped. Working en pointe, anzu had a fluidity he had never seen before. The way her feet moved, and how effortless it was for her body to balance itself astonished him, as well as the sharp turns of the head she executed to the sounds of the music. What she was practicing exactly, he didn't know, but it did sound familiar.
He watched, enthralled. The music was coming to a close, Kaiba could tell, but he didn't say anything yet. Anzu knew this too, because she ended her routine taking a knee and looking to the side as her hands crossed in front of her chest just as the music cut off. It all went smoothly and once the sounds of the dance had ended, Kaiba could hear just how tired Anzu was. Her breathing was fast, just loud enough for him to make out.
"What were you practicing?"
She turned around, and immediately frowned when she was his face. Her eyes closed quickly and after shaking her head, Anzu sat down on the ground, taking a stretch.
"The dance of the cygnets. My partners left already, so I wanted to see if I could do it myself alone."
"Partners?"
"Yes, you perform it with four people, hands crossed in front of each other's chests. It's extremely difficult because everything you do is in synch. Even the head turns. One miss step or wrong head tilt, and the entire effect is ruined."
"And this is from Swan Lake?"
"-Yes. How did you know that?"
"I recognized the music."
He felt awkward just standing there while Anzu sat on the ground, one leg out in front of her as she pulled the other in. Her body was in amazing shape and it made Kaiba envious. She laid down into her left leg, grabbing the toes as she stretched, changing to the right after a good ten seconds. Although Kaiba prided himself in being strong, he wasn't nearly so flexible.
"Why did you follow me here, Kaiba? I'm not a big fan of stalking, just so you know."
"Don't flatter yourself. I saw you at the coffee shop and I needed to talk to you. This seemed like the best opportunity for that."
"So you just happened to be in the area today?"
"Yes."
The look she gave him showed that she didn't exactly believe his story, but Anzu went along with it anyways. Maybe she was just too tired to care, because Kaiba could see that look of physical exhaustion on her face. He didn't doubt that Anzu was probably hungry too. Exercise always made him peckish and it had been a while since the two had dinner together.
"Look Mazaki, I wanted to talk to you about last week. Not only that, but the business dinner is coming up and I'm hoping that whatever happened that night isn't going to stop you from helping me with this event. If anything, you don't ever have to see my face after it, I'll leave you alone."
"… It's not like that, Kaiba."
Sighing, she got off the floor and walked over to the right side of the room. There were mirrors and bars all over, and a small collection of things that Kaiba assumed belonged to her. A plastic water bottle, towel, and a black gym bag, it had to be Anzu's. She took the bottle first, drinking a great deal of it before cleaning the sweat off her face. Then after stuffing everything into the bag, Anzu headed towards the exit.
But noticing that Kaiba didn't just follow along like times past, she stopped to turn around.
"Are you coming?" asked Anzu.
"It depends. I was under the impression that you were trying to avoid me," he answered.
"I was, but since you've already caught me, I might as well be social."
"… Are you hungry?"
"Hungry?" The question took her a bit by surprise. However, it was a nice one and it made Anzu smile. "I am."
"I'll buy you dinner."
Having left his car at Kaiba Corp, they had to walk. It was slightly weird, being side by side in public again. The only person Kaiba ever really associated himself with that wasn't on his payroll was Mokuba, but that time in his life was soon fading away. He was becoming older and more independent each day and it wouldn't be very long before the kid would leave for college.
Earlier Kaiba had offered to carry Anzu's gym bag, but she had refused. Instead she carried the thing herself, being somewhat obstinate in a way that he couldn't help but admire. Maybe it came from hanging around a bunch of males all day for years, because he still remembered those high school and he knew those dorks didn't have the best social graces. Kaiba had them beat into his skull as a kid but once he became independent, he just choose when he wanted to be polite to people or not.
This was one of those times when he wanted to.
"What are you hungry for?" he asked while glancing Anzu's way.
"I don't know. Whatever you feel like getting, Kaiba. I'm not that picky."
"… There are restaurants all over the damn place. Why can't you just choose one?"
"Why can't you choose some place? It's your money."
He couldn't help but curl his lip at her, but to keep himself from picking a fight, he did what she asked. There was an interesting looking Thai place he'd heard about from people at Kaiba Corp, so taking a chance, he led Anzu over there. According to his secretary, they did take out and that seemed best since Anzu did stink a little. Although it didn't bother him at all, he knew other people might take offense to a smelly dancer sitting near them.
"We'll get carry out. My office isn't too far from here and we can eat there."
"-Eat at Kaiba Corp?"
"Sure, why not?"
"… I'm not against it; I just didn't think you'd want me at your office."
"It's after working hours so no one's going to be there."
That seemed to ease her mind. Going into the small eatery, it didn't take long to decide on what to get. Pad Thai seemed like the obvious choice and after telling the delivery where to take it, the pair left to the big corporate office that wasn't more than three blocks away. They didn't even need to know where they were going because the huge sky scraper was so infamous. The Domino skyline was forever changed when Gozaburo first conceived it.
Now it belonged to his adopted son.
"Will Mokuba be there?"
For some reason, Kaiba completely forgot that Anzu used to be friends with him. Hell, Mokuba used to be friends with all of those losers and it made him cringe a little when he remembered the time his little brother actually asked for their help. Years had gone by since but the embarrassment hadn't completely gone away. He'd never live it down.
"No. e'He's almost never around much anymore."
"Too busy being an angst ridden teenager now?
"Not angst ridden but he's definitely busy. Usually he's at some friend's house or when he does come home, its well after I've already gone to bed. We don't see each other much unless it's the weekend."
"That's too bad, I guess. I mean, you two were close for a long time."
"We still are close. It's just different now, and I'm sure you understand what I mean since you have a sibling of your own."
"I have two siblings."
"I stand corrected. Two siblings."
Crossing the front lobby, Kaiba headed towards the elevators. Hardly anyone at all was still in the building, besides security. They were still posted at their spots, Kaiba Corp never being without at least a dozen or more guards patrolling around at one time. It was a little paranoid of their CEO to worry about theft that much, but many of the company's important files were kept in the main office. He didn't want anyone getting a hold of them, and with an armed force holding secret security clearances it made him rest easier at night.
Tonight however, he just found their presence annoying. One was posted near his office, standing at the entry way in a self-important manner Kaiba found slightly obnoxious. When the pair came to the office door, he had the nerve to ask his own boss (who was quite recognizable) for ID. Kaiba did so, flashing his badge but before going inside with Anzu, he had to teach the guard a lesson about using authority at inappropriate times.
"It's so convenient of you to be right her so I don't have to call someone else to do this chore for me. I have food coming in twenty minutes and I need you to go pick it up at the front door. Someone needs to be down there outside waiting or I'll lose my order."
"But sir, this is my post-"
"I wasn't asking you for a favor. Do it."
That was the end of that. The guard scrambled to the elevator, and Anzu was snickering at the poor man. Looking down at her next to him, Kaiba rolled his eyes and went inside. He didn't think she'd find that too funny, but maybe she wasn't as up tight as he first assumed her to be.
"So this is your office, huh?" said Anzu, following behind. She was staring at everything, walking towards the back of the room to enjoy the huge view Kaiba had of the Domino skyline. His entire back wall was made of glass and it looked spectacular, how the city lights shined behind the dark violet-blue night. Not being shy, Anzu hoisted herself up on top of Kaiba's desk, admiring it.
He wasn't so infatuated with the scenery, but he did like the fact that the awkwardness had died down. They weren't refusing to look each other in the eyes anymore and Kaiba would deal with her sitting all over his furniture if it meant dealing with a happier, more pleasant Anzu.
"Before we start talking," said Anzu, glancing down at Kaiba, who sat in his chair next to her, "I just want you to know that I still plan on coming to that dinner. I always planned on coming after you invited me. I wasn't going to just blow you off. That's not the type of person I am."
"Does this mean you want to start talking now?"
"Yes, I do. Honestly, I don't even know what happened last week between us. I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're thinking, I just didn't know how to talk to you after something like that. Especially when you were being such an asshole before, saying all that shit to my face and telling me that I didn't matter to you when I know that's a load of bullshit. You wouldn't bring me here, your own private office if I wasn't someone you respected."
"… You're right."
"So why did you say all of that to me? I'm not afraid to tell you that it was hurtful and if you had left instead of pinning me against the door, I would have cried. Kaiba, like it or not, I consider you a friend. Right now, you're one of the only people I have on a daily basis and if you can't handle that…"
"I can handle anything, Mazaki-"
"Then act like it."
She was starting to sound all emotional. Her body was fidgeting on top of his desk and he saw her change the legs she was crossing several times before just settling at the ankles. Her legs were practically bare, and it made him wonder if she was cold. Or maybe, because of how often she danced, Anzu was just used to it.
"Kaiba, you didn't answer my question."
"I'm still thinking of an answer."
It made her frown when he told her that. He felt like he was being guilt tripped, and it drove him crazy. Anzu was so easy to upset and Kaiba wasn't one for expressing himself. If she wasn't so damn retarded, she would have figured out what was happening without him having to tell her. Why couldn't she just have put two and two together?
"You sprung this New York thing on me, Mazaki, like this is just temporary. Some way for you to past the time until you finally get what you've wanted in the first place. You told me yourself that if they pick you up, you're not intending to stay here, so why should I allow myself to get attached to you?"
"People become friends and move apart, its part of life."
"Yeah well, I don't like it and I don't have to go along with it."
"Kaiba, you can't push people away in fear of getting hurt. It's going to happen no matter what you do, and you're just making it worse for yourself. If you would have been honest with me over the whole thing, I'm sure I would have found a way-"
"To let me down easy? Thanks Mazaki, I would have really appreciated that."
"I'm trying to talk to you, but I'm not going to if you're just going to be rude."
The guard had reappeared then, two white Styrofoam containers in hand. After leaving it and two bottles of water, he disappeared again, taking back up his post. It made Kaiba smirk, and lifting the top of his tray, he was pleased to see the Pad Thai he had ordered. Shrimp on top of stir-fried rice noodles with eggs, fish sauce, red chili peppers, bean sprouts, peanuts, lime, scallions and cilantro all waiting for his appetite. Anzu's was very similar, only with chicken instead of shellfish.
There were chop sticks in with the food, and breaking his in half, Kaiba began eating. He didn't want it to go cold while arguing with Anzu, so he decided to talk and eat at the same time. Unlike the dog she and Yugi used to hang around so much, Kaiba knew how to maintain proper table manners while enjoying a meal around polite society.
"Mazaki, I'm not trying to be rude. Fact of the matter is I don't take kindly to being left behind. In fact, I hate it. Hate it more than anything else in the world, and I know you won't understand that but there it is. I didn't know how to deal with the news. There's a reason why I don't keep friends and that's one of them."
"Let me at least try to understand."
"For you to understand it would mean discussing personal things I just don't feel like sharing with you right now."
"All right, fair enough. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want me to know about, I can respect that. But you have to understand where I'm coming from too. This is my chance to get what I've always wanted. I could finally reach my dreams and make my career."
"Is that what you truly want?"
"More than anything else in the world, yes. Ballet for me is like dueling for you. I just can't exist without it. And I can't settle for being mediocre either. But to be the best, I need to learn from the best and the best instructors are in New York."
He couldn't argue against that, she had a point. It made him feel stupid for his earlier reactions of Anzu leaving. She wasn't really abandoning him per say, or at least that wasn't her intention. Besides, she wasn't the sort of person who'd drop off the face of the earth. If she did leave, he had a feeling that she'd still try contacting him. Mazaki was just that sort of person.
"Kaiba, I still have another question for you though… what am I to you?"
She was looking down at him with those big blue eyes of hers. Almost immediately Kaiba felt like he was being studied, and unsure of how to react to that, he looked out the window. The scene outside wasn't nearly so intense looking and it made him forget for a few seconds that Anzu was even sitting next to him. Only the scent of vanilla and perspiration, which smelled sweet to him, reminded Kaiba of just who he was with.
"A friend," he answered with some hesitation.
"Just a friend?" Anzu replied, looking at him with disbelief.
He responded back rather quickly saying, "Why would we be anything more than that?"
"Kaiba, we were being a little bit more than just friendly-"
"It didn't mean anything and it was a mistake, so just do us both a favor and forget it ever happened."
"You left a bruise on my neck," she responded with a frown.
"I know, how juvenile of me. But I think you'll live, Mazaki."
Rolling his eyes, he crossed his leg and finished the Pad Thai sitting on his thigh. He didn't want to divulge in anything about himself any longer since Anzu seemed so interested in asking him questions. Kaiba just wanted to see her back home and retire to bed. A headache was starting its way into him and he didn't want Anzu seeing him even more irritable than he already was.
He heard her sigh as she tossed her empty carton into the trash can. "Kaiba," she started, as if she was carefully thinking her words before saying anything next, "I'm not going to believe that anytime soon. You can think whatever you'd like, but I have an idea of what's going and since you're too cowardly to admit anything, I'll let it go-"
"I am not a coward. I'm anything but a coward," said Kaiba under his breath.
"If you weren't a coward, you wouldn't be lying to me about this."
"How am I lying?"
"You refuse to give me any sort of eye contact. It's a tell sign that you're lying to me. Look me in the eyes Kaiba and tell me in my face that you didn't mean anything by that kiss."
His eyes narrowed instead, focusing on some building in the skyline that he didn't recognize. New buildings were always showing up in the Domino skyline and it made his view the best. Nothing about it ever stayed the same or became dull, and it was one of the perks to being CEO in such a large company. Kaiba had the best view of the house.
However, he refused to look anywhere near Anzu's general direction. She looked at him frowning slightly, but instead of accusing him of more things, she sighed. Her legs were still crossed and her hands were flat against the wood of the desk. Shaking her head, Anzu looked back down, silently admiring Kaiba for a moment before talking again.
"You could have anyone in this city."
"I know that."
"But it doesn't matter to you much, does it? I guess that's a good thing. I wouldn't like you if you were a playboy."
"I don't have time for that sort of immature behavior. No one understands just how much weight I carry for this corporation. They wouldn't last a week without me. I'll never have a life because of this place, but I'll never give this up willingly."
Anzu looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Why would you ever need to give up Kaiba Corp?"
"Technically speaking, I don't own this place. The boards of directors have placed it in my care and guidance as acting CEO, but this isn't my property. I am the biggest shareholder and I control more than any of those old money goons will ever know, but… This place will never truly be mine. I didn't even create it."
He didn't know why he told her that. It was common knowledge amongst people who understood business and how corporations worked, but many people assumed that he owned Kaiba Corporation because his last name was attached to it. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. The Kaiba Corporation owned Seto Kaiba.
"They would be fools to ever take this from you. Even I know that and I know nothing about business."
Maybe Anzu thought that would calm him but it didn't. She didn't know what he had to deal with on a daily basis, but soon she would. The dinner would teach her everything about his world and if she could ever fit within it. He was curious about that.
"You'll learn after this dinner… Ugh, it's late. Let me drive you home."
Kaiba could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't quite ready. She seemed to love the view. Her eyes kept darting back and forth from the glass to him before she finally jumped off from the desk. Turning around, he knew she was waiting for him. Instead of getting up off his chair, he'd been staring at her.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm coming."
He was taking one last look at the view.