Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ All You Wanted ❯ Prologue

All You Wanted

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh now and I won't acquire it during any part of the story. That clear?

AN: This is a Isis/Seto/Anzu fic. Seto and Anzu have a great relationship but what happens when he discovers he has unresolved feelings for Isis? And which one will he choose? The pessimistic goddess or the optimistic girl next door?

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Anzu let out a happy sigh as she rested her head on Seto's chest, watching the setting sun. Life was good. The whole thing with Malik was finally over, and things were finally starting to get back to normal. Well, as normal as things could get. She wondered how long that would last. Though even if things started to go crazy again, at least this time she would have Seto by her side. He was truly a great boyfriend. He wasn't Yuugi, true, but, since Yuugi was already taken, Anzu had resolved to be quite content and happy with Seto Kaiba.

Somebody, Anzu wasn't quite sure who it was but she secretly hoped it had been her, had finally gotten Seto to open up. Sometimes he had temporary lapses and went back to the way he used to be, but they never lasted long. At all other times he was pleasant and caring, especially when he was alone with her. Yep, things were going great.

There was one small problem, something Anzu had never brought up around him before. The past was never pleasant to talk about, and the future was what was ahead of you. But it still bothered her. Sometimes, when he got moody and distant, she could tell he was thinking of something else or quite possibly someone else. The second one was what bothered her the most. She knew that he had some memories of his past life in Egypt, though she wasn't sure the extent of those memories. She was worried that he was remembering a past love. Maybe she should talk to Yuugi about it...

It was a silly thing to fret over really. After all, she was dead, and she probably wouldn't come back anytime soon. Still, Anzu decided she would just have to try to make this love more memorable than the last. It couldn't be that difficult. That girl was long gone, and Anzu was the present.

It was moments like these that made all the difference in Anzu's life, moments that made her happy and gave her a sense of hope for the future. Sitting there on that park bench with Seto's arm wrapped around her gave her a strong sense of security and comfort, a feeling she didn't ever want to lose. This was the way she wanted life to be, and she was pretty sure Seto felt the same way.

As the last of the sun's rays passed from the earth to behind the horizon, Seto gently squeezed her shoulder and asked, "You ready?"

Anzu nodded, stretching a little as she stood up. She discovered she had a cramp in her shoulder. "Let's go," she answered, rolling her sore shoulder. They walked along in silence for a few minutes; they didn't really need words anyway. Anzu smiled as she intertwined her hand with Seto's. Things were definitely going great; though there were times she wished he would open up just a little bit more and share with her what he was thinking. Like right now for instance. He seemed deep in thought, and it was one of those times that bothered her. His eyes were far and distant, and he was frowning slightly. "Seto?" she inquired softly, not wanting to make him angry with her.

He shook his head as if he were coming out of a trance and looked at her. "Hmm?" His eyes were back to normal, back to where they were and not in some far off distant place. That was a good sign at least.

"What were you thinking just now?" she asked, moving closer to him. She wondered if he knew how much she needed him here and not in some distant land. He must know; he had to see how much she cared about him.

"Nothing really." It was a lie, and she knew it. He had been so deep in thought; she had learned to recognize that look by now.

She gave a sad sigh and leaned up against him. Tonight was obviously not going to be the night where he finally told her everything. Oh, well, he would have to tell her eventually and when he did, she would be able to make him entirely happy.

There was a sound of a scuffle coming from an alley up ahead. She and Seto both looked at each other confused and stopped walking. "Watch it, woman! You're messing up my hair! Ow, ow! Not the ear, not the ear! Ah! Be careful of the earring, please!"

That voice, it sounded so familiar to Anzu. It couldn't be, could it? If it was, they were probably in big trouble. "Please tell me that is not who I think it is," she pleaded of Seto.

For the most part he ignored her, on the alert to make sure they could run before any real danger came to either of them. "You big baby. Come on, let's go."

That was a voice he recognized. The keen observer would have noticed the subtle change in his body, similar to the change in a dog's body when it hears the voice of its master. Anzu, however, didn't seem to notice it. "That's Isis..."

Anzu looked up at him stricken. "Isis, are you sure?" Seto nodded; there was no mistaking that voice. "That means I really did hear Malik."

"You know, my ears are attached to the rest of my body," Malik complained as Isis emerged from the alley, dragging Malik along by his ear. "Watch - the - ear - ring."

Isis let go of Malik and scowled at him. "Maybe you should have listened to me then."

Malik glared back at her while rubbing his sore ear, leaving Seto and Anzu to stand there and watch them since neither Malik nor Isis had acknowledged them. Isis and Malik were a strange pair. They were both gorgeous, anybody would admit that; their Egyptian heritage gave them an exotic look. What was so strange was they actually seemed to bicker more now that Malik's other half was gone. "I don't see what was so wrong with him," Malik muttered.

"Because," Isis said, taking a step towards him, "in few days you'll get annoyed with him and everything else, you'll stop seeing him, and then you'll take it out on me."

Anzu had a distinct feeling that she shouldn't be hearing this conversation. She wanted to sneak away quietly but as she pulled on Seto's arm to get him to come away, he stood perfectly still as if he was fixated to the ground. So she was stuck there listening to them. "You don't know that that's the way it would turn out. Why do you always have to be so pessimistic?"

She yanked on his ear again. "I am not being pessimistic; that's the way things always turn out with you."

Anzu cleared her throat. This was clearly a family argument, and only family should be involved. They both looked in her direction, and Isis let go of Malik's ear. "Kaiba," he growled, eyes narrowing like an angry cat's.

"Seto," Isis said in a much friendlier though more confused and slightly embarrassed voice. "And Anzu too," she continued, her eyes shifting back and forth between the two of them.

Malik stopped glowering at Seto and turned to smirk at his sister. "Kaiba and Anzu are out here all alone together. Who would have guessed?" He laughed, and Anzu snuggled closer to Seto. He was more frightening and disturbing now than he had been while he was glaring at Seto. "And look, they're holding hands. How cute." Malik started circling around them, with both Seto and Isis constantly keeping their eyes on him. "Anzu Kaiba. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Isis?" Anzu blushed.

"Shut up, Malik!" Isis snapped. Anzu jumped; she had never seen Isis lose her temper. The Egyptian had always seemed so calm and in control.

Malik apparently wasn't used to it either. His eyes widened in surprise momentarily and he stopped circling. He quickly recovered. "Is something wrong, Isis? I hope it wasn't something I said. Or maybe it was something else?" He smirked.

"Knock it off, Malik. We should be getting home." Anzu was confused. It must have been a brother-sister thing. She wondered if they should possibly step in and do something, something that would make Malik leave them alone. She couldn't formulate a plan, and she was pretty sure Seto wasn't even thinking about it.

Malik laughed again, sending shivers up and down Anzu's spine. "I guess we can go home now. After all, turn about is fair play." Isis scowled at him but they started off together. Malik draped an arm around her shoulders. "Cheer up, Isis. You worry too much," he said as they walked out of Seto and Anzu's hearing range.

Anzu blinked a few times and looked up at Seto. "That was a bit odd, don't you think?"

He didn't answer her, and Anzu noticed he was staring in the direction Malik and Isis had walked off in. She tugged on his sleeve. "Seto?" His attention was finally gotten, and Anzu repeated her question before she lost him again. "Don't you think that was a bit odd?"

"A little," he said, before retreating back into that distant, brooding mood.

They didn't talk the rest of the way back to Anzu's house, which was just slightly disappointing, only because he had been thinking about something else the entire time. "Goodnight, Seto," she said when they finally got to her front doorstep. She leaned up to kiss him, and at least he kissed her back.

"Goodnight, Anzu," he said as she went outside before walking back to his mansion. Anzu watched him until he was out of sight before going up to her room. Tonight, her dreams would be filled of visions of her living a happy life with Seto. She had no idea that she wasn't the only one who would be dreaming about him tonight...

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