It wasn't long before Kaiba fell asleep and Anzu was left awake in his bed alongside him. He snored, although not quite loud enough to be annoying, and digging his nose up against his partner's neck, Anzu almost thought about swatting him away, but it wasn't like he was even aware of his own attempts to snuggle. And removing the arm that was holding onto her waist, she silently got out of bed and tip toed over to the door, looking back at Kaiba before leaving.

His face looked so serene while asleep. It was like being around another person, and watching, it made Anzu wonder what had happened to him to cause him to frown so much while awake. Anzu had somewhat of a clue, just from talking to him, but still, a great deal of it was a mystery.

Like the house.

Stepping into the empty hallway, Anzu was immediately met by darkness. Everything was near pitch black, and it took precaution to find the stairs, slowly going down while using her right foot to test the depth before taking that first step down before she reached the first floor again.

From there, Anzu walked into the foyer, trying to remember where the kitchen was. The house was too big, and staring at the different hallways, she really couldn't remember where to go until she heard a faint voice calling out.

"Anzu, what are you doing here?"

Turning around, she was surprised to find Mokuba there staring at her. He was wearing clothes that suited his age, and his hair was shorter, but it was him. Same eyes and same face, although less child-like.

"Uh…"

"Don't get all flustered, I know you've been seeing my brother," explained Mokuba, rolling his eyes, "That's not new information. But you look lost. Where are you trying to go?"

Well, at least that part of her embarrassment had passed. Kaiba must have told him something at some time, if he knew about it already.

"The kitchen. I forgot where it was."

"Well you're in luck," teased Mokuba, grinning a little as Anzu began to relax noticeably from being spooked in the dark, "I was planning on going in there to get something to eat myself. Big brother doesn't like me snacking at night, but what he doesn't know won't kill him. Not everyone is as image conscious as he is."

He started walking off into a darkened hallway, and not wanting to be left alone, Anzu followed after. Mokuba was as tall as she was, if not an inch or more taller, and he seemed like he wasn't even done growing yet. Kaiba was giant, compared to most Japanese men, and if Mokuba was lucky, he would have inherited the same genes.

"So what were you doing with my brother?" Asked Mokuba, as he turned back to glance at Anzu's face before she could school her reaction.

"Nothing."

"Obviously not nothing, I wasn't born yesterday."

That made the girl huff, and feeling slightly insulted, Anzu brought her hands to her hips, narrowing her eyes at the back of Mokuba's head as she walked faster to catch up with him.

"Mokuba, all we did was have dinner together. Not that it's any of your business, he's a grown ass man and got a little drunk, so I made sure he got to bed. That's it."

"Geez Anzu, there's no reason to get all snippy with me."

He looked back at her grinning, knowing full well that he was bothering her a little with his invasive questioning, but he didn't feel like stopping either. It was too much fun, watching her get bent out of shape over his older brother.

"I mean I knew already that he was seeing you since New York. I'm not all that surprised to see you here," said Mokuba, still keeping his face smug, "And I'm glad you two haven't bickered into breaking up already. I know how Seto can be. And he likes you, even if he doesn't always show it."

"Yeah, I know that," mumbled Anzu back, looking away from embarrassment, "He's made that much clear."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Problem? There is no problem."

"Sure there's not…"

Mokuba was still grinning, and grumbling to herself, Anzu followed him into the kitchen. She wasn't even sure what exactly she wanted, since a dancer shouldn't be eating late at night anyways. Her figure was something of a sore spot for her, and watching Mokuba, she frowned when he went into the fridge, taking out a small carton of chocolate ice cream and eating it all himself while sitting on the counter.

"That'll make you fat, Mokuba," warned Anzu, as she crossed her arms, "And I'm sure your brother wouldn't approve of that sort of snacking."

"What are you doing to do? Tattle on me?"

He was snickering to himself, making a show of his ice cream. It looked so good, the creamy texture that just curled when Mokuba dug his spoon into it, and the chocolate was rich enough that Anzu could smell it from where she was standing.

It was such a tease. But she wouldn't indulge.

Instead, she grabbed a peach from the counter, not put off at all by the fuzz around the skin. It was easy enough to eat, she could tell that someone had picked it recently from the way the juices began running down her face. The fruit was ripe, soft, and at its sweetest. Maybe Kaiba was lucky enough to get someone to buy his produce at a expensive market away from the city, where everything came straight from local farms instead of the imported crap Anzu was used to.

Because just having a peach, well, a bowl full of peaches was a luxury. Most fruit was so expensive, and he had close to six just sitting there waiting to be eaten. The amount most people ever got to enjoy was probably two a year, if that, and narrowing her eyes, she wondered what else Kaiba had hiding.

"It's good, isn't it?" Asked Mokuba. He was still sitting there grinning, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Yeah, it's good," answered Anzu back, "Does he often spoil himself with fresh fruit?"

"He's very particular about his diet. Seto doesn't like eating crap, or any sort of processed garbage, and he pays a lot of have locally grown foods instead of stuff shipped over from China. There's always stuff being brought in from the farms, because he's so picky, but I guess I can't complain since we do eat better than most people."

"And yet there you are eating ice cream instead of peaches."

"Yeah, well-"Mokuba paused, looking at Anzu rather sharply before stuffing another spoonful of dessert into his mouth, "This is hormone free. So it's not terrible for me..."

Anzu rolled her eyes as she finished up her fruit. Mokuba was certainly entertaining, if just as bratty as she remembered him being. They weren't discussing Kaiba any longer (even if it was brief), so Anzu didn't feel so nervous being around him. He wasn't being hostile, but just teasing, which she figured was just as annoying to Kaiba as it was to her… if not worse.

"So," he started, putting the ice cream away finally, "When did you and my big brother start seeing each other? I know it wasn't recently, because he wouldn't let you in the house if it was just something casual."

"Mokuba, I already said that wasn't any of your business!"

He shrugged, not looking a bit offended.

"I'm just trying to figure out what you feel about him. Because this whole thing kinda threw me for a loop," admitted Mokuba, as he stood next to Anzu and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter that she was sitting on, "And I'm his brother. I got to know. Make sure you aren't trying anything stupid."

"You know me."

"I knew you," corrected the boy, "But that was before and this is now. Seto is the most important person in my life, and I don't think you'd do anything to hurt him, but still. Sometimes he attaches himself to people who are only trying to hurt him. Hopefully that's not your intent."

"People like who?" Asked Anzu.

Mokuba sighed, looking slightly distressed before he stood up some, straightening out his shoulders as he became more serious. Up close, Anzu could see the familiarity better. His face wasn't so babyish anymore; there was maturity there, even if he was still developing. The boy's eyes especially weren't so innocent anymore, they had that same slightly shrewd look that Kaiba's had, although less sad looking since Mokuba seemed to brighten up quickly when he was teasing her.

"Oh, people like Pegasus. You remember Pegasus. That was Seto's hero back in the day, before he knew what he was planning. He really wanted to work with him to make Duel Monsters better, the game left an impression on him and big brother knew how to make it better. He didn't think someone he admired like that would actually try stealing the company from under him…

And then there were people like the Big Five. Different executives from Kaiba Corp he tried putting faith into, but they always ended up turning on him eventually. It was like every time he had his back turned, someone was trying to jam a knife into him. For the longest time, he didn't even want to deal with the corporation anymore, because everything was so dysfunctional.

But I'm hoping you're different."

"I'm not one of his business colleagues," said Anzu, as she was unsure whether to be offended or not, "And I'm not in the business of hurting other people. I'm a dancer."

"You're a girl. You could do it without even trying."

Anzu didn't like that answer, but she was silent as Mokuba continued studying her face, looking for answers. He seemed more mature than ever, and she could see flashes of Kaiba in him she didn't quite like, if only because it was unnerving to her.

"Do you love him, Anzu?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know? Either you do or you don't. I mean come on; it's not rocket science…"

"Mokuba!" Anzu nearly yelled it, she snapped under his constant questioning, throwing the peach pit at his face, "Stop giving me the third degree over your brother. He's a big boy, he can handle himself."

"I hope you know I'm not going to pick that up."

Snorting, he walked off, and Anzu had to quickly make up her mind over what to do. He was acting slightly indignant, not unlike his older brother, and picking up the pit and throwing it into the trash, Anzu followed after him. She wasn't going to get left behind in the awfully big dark house.

"Mokuba, I just would appreciate it if you'd give me a chance."

"I am giving you a chance," he responded, laughing at Anzu's expense, "If I didn't like you, I would have called security for shits and giggles. Although Seto would wake up and get mad at me, but what would I care? It's not like he'd ground me for getting "spooked"."

It was obvious that the boy was spoiled. There would be no winning against him.

"Did you do that to Kaiba's last girl friend?" Asked Anzu, raising up an eyebrow, "I thought you said he didn't bring people here."

"He doesn't. But I was waiting for the moment he would, just so I could do that."

"You're a little snot."

Overly protective too, in Anzu's opinion. He didn't need to treat people that way just because he could get away with it, but what could she tell him? To knock it off? Mokuba was a Kaiba, and he was going to do whatever he wanted unless his older brother told him otherwise.

"Do you need help finding your way to Seto's room or no?"

"I'll be fine alone, thanks."

She snorted, not quite pleased that he thought him sending her back would be proper, and Anzu was quick to get up the stairs. Apparently his room was close by, because Mokuba was following after, not winded at all from the trip. Maybe that was why he was eating so much ice cream without worrying, because he was constantly going up the damn staircase…

"You know," said Mokuba, breaking the silence, "I do like you. I was pleased when he told me he was seeing you, and I had some time to muse over it."

"I'm glad I met your standards then," answered Anzu back, if a tad sarcastically.

"You don't know what it's like being his brother…"

There was silence, but before Anzu could ask over that, Mokuba parted ways to the other side of the hallway. His bedroom had to be on the same floor, but not quite so close to Kaiba's that they were in each other's hair. That wasn't surprising, since he was nearly a grown adult and Kaiba himself was almost his father…

Going into the bedroom again, she tried being quiet about getting into bed, tip toeing over to the mattress. Kaiba hadn't moved, his arm was still draped over where Anzu was once laying, and his face still looked the same. No tense look of aggravation on it, and pulling the blankets back, she tried going right there but suddenly the man moved, sitting up some before touching his face.

"What are you doing, Anzu?"

His voice was deeper than usual, and slightly crackly. Anzu turned to look at him, but Kaiba still had his eyes closed, and his breath sucked in before he settled back down again.

"You smell like peaches."

"I was hungry."

He chuckled, nuzzling up again while Anzu rolled her eyes. Kaiba must not have been self-aware yet, or else he wouldn't have been so affectionate. Sure, he was drunk some hours ago, but most of it had to already passed, and now he was being his normal self… Just without the hesitations.

"You're going to have a wicked hangover in the morning, Kaiba."

Anzu couldn't see him, but he opened his eyes at that, looking at the back of her head as his hand went along her stomach. It was flat, and his hand was cold, which made her shutter slightly before from shock, but she didn't try moving away from him.

"Then I won't go to work in the morning."

"You not going to work?"

It was the strangest thing Kaiba had ever told her before, as he seemed so dedicated to his office. However, he had drunk a ton of wine that night, and coming in looking half asleep with dark circles around his eyes would not do him any good.

"Yeah, sometimes I do that."

He didn't seem interested in talking a lot, but Anzu decided his short sentences were enough to carry on a conversation with. As long as he wasn't irritated, she could continue talking to him. She wasn't yet tired enough to try sleeping just yet again.

"-I ran into Mokuba in the kitchen. He's afraid I'm going to hurt you."

There was a heavy sigh before Kaiba moved away, settling onto his back while brushing away his bangs with his hand. His eyes were still closed, but his face now looked more anxious than before, like he was awake and over thinking the situation Anzu had presented him with.

"He'll get over it."

"So you think he's right then?"

"Mokuba is over protective," said Kaiba, as if trying to change the subject, "And he's never had to deal with this sort of thing before. I wasn't dating women before you. I didn't have the time or patience for it, and he found you in the house unexpectedly. I can't say I blame him for the poor reaction."

"Yeah well, he was rather invasive over it."

"He didn't mean any harm."

Anzu gave out a frustrated sigh, turning onto her stomach while looking at Kaiba, who must have been trying to nurse a headache. His temples were all cross, and his eyes were closed shut, despite them both being in the dark. It wasn't like they could see anything, but that didn't stop him from looking uncomfortable.

"Anzu, if it bothers you that much, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"It wasn't serious."

"Then why are you so bothered over it? He's just a teenager, ignore him."

But Anzu couldn't. Mokuba had asked her a tough question, and before she could say anything more about it, Kaiba had fallen asleep again, this time on his back. Apparently whatever was bothering him before wasn't enough to stop him from just passing out, and Anzu wanted to hit him back awake, but knew better. He wouldn't appreciate that very much.

Her mind was going a thousand thoughts a second, all on the man next to her who had returned to snoring again. Anzu realized just how much she cared, that she couldn't pretend anymore that she was just testing the waters to see where things went. They were in bed together, and it felt comfortable. The snoring didn't even bother her, like she thought it would (Jonouchi's had in the past), and watching Kaiba's face in the dark, she wondered what she was going to do with herself.

How was she going to deal with what she knew?

It wouldn't do much though obsessing over it during the night. Tomorrow was another day, and she had responsibilities. Staying up all night would do her little good, so frowning a little and moving until she was laying against Kaiba's chest, she laid her head down under his chin and tried falling back to sleep.