Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Infatuation ❯ Chapter 2

A/N: Wow, didn't plan on this story being as enjoyed like it appears to be. A nice little warmhearted thanks to all the lovely reviewers:

Paniwi: Good to hear from you again, hun. An extra added apology for not updating any of my other stories. I only have a few more days of finals, so once there over and done with I promise to get back to writing more chapters ;) Thanks for all your support.

Lily Fairy: Yeah, I'm one of the few who can't help but love this bizarre couple ^^; Cheers for the praise, I hope you like this chapter :)

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Warning: Nothing intense like last chapter; just some minor swearing courtesy Kaiba's dirty mouth XD

 

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Chapter Two

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Anzu relaxed into the warmth of the huge, comfortable chair, as her fingers unknowingly flipped through the pages of the book she held.

 

She smiled.

 

The girl had always felt safe when she had one of her trusty books with her. It was a way to escape; apart from dancing of course.

 

Completely oblivious to anything besides the rectangular piece of non-fiction in her hands, Anzu evidently failed to detect the two cerulean deep-blue eyes that were intensively gawking at her from behind a bookshelf. The cold stare of which just so happened to belong to everyone's favorite corporate teenage billionaire: Seto Kaiba.

 

He continued to watch in awe; her gorgeous eyes lighting up with each passing page as she skimmed through one of his all-time favorite books: George Orwell's 1984

 

Kaiba had to remember to mentally punch him-self later for having these constant thoughts regarding such a stupid little girl; even though in the back of his mind he knew Anzu was far from that.

 

Recalling two weeks backward, the image of his brothers unexpected asthma attack still lingered heavily on his conscious. Minor injury as it was; it had still been more than enough to send the older Kaiba brother on an insecure train wreck. Though what he remembered that day was minimal, he could not forget Anzu's hauntingly beautiful blue eyes and the sincere concern they held when caring for Mokuba.

 

 

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Flashback

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There was no time for second thoughts, everything happened instantly.

 

Mokuba turned his immediate focus from the television-set to the floor. And with heavy, deep breaths of air, I swear I could hear him call my name before passing out. What was said had no considerable importance though. Because by then I had already rushed outside with my brothers limp body held tightly in my arms. I don't know what exactly happened or how I managed to get to the hospital as quickly as I did, but I do remember bursting through the clear doorframe and screaming for a doctor. No answer.

 

Everything was so silent, so still.

 

My eyes were on fire; rage had already begun to envelope my body. Mokuba was in pain, and knowing that fact alone drilled a hole straight through my beating heart.

 

I suddenly felt a light tapping on my shoulder to which I irritably turned around, ready to choke the life out of whomever it was. Instead, I surprisingly found myself facing a pair of stunning sapphire eyes. What was worse is that I knew who they belonged to.

 

Concern filling the girls every thought, Anzu Mazaki reached over to cup Mokubas forehead. I flinched, but let her continue after noticing her nurse's uniform. Obviously she must have some idea of what she's doing to be working in a hospital, right?

 

“You work here?”

 

The girl instantly frowned, this time grabbing my hand and leading me closely behind. “In training,” she said.

 

Human contact had never felt so good and horrible at the same time

 

“His temperature feels much hotter than normal.”

 

“No shit.” I smart-ass replied. Instantly I wanted to take back what had been said, but it was too late. Since when did I start being considerate to other people besides Mokuba anyway?

 

Upon finally reaching an empty room, she took out a set of keys from her pocket and opened the door in front of us.

 

Holding my brother tighter I could feel the movement of Mokuba's body as he was breathing. I was breathing in the same rhythm as him, feeling his thoughts, his pain. And I tried, tried to make things easier for him.

 

“Asthma attack, right?”

 

Thrown from my thoughts, I hastily replied with snapping again. “What the hell does it look like?!”

 

She held her tongue knowing that not saying anything would better both our situations and thankfully there were no words swapped between the two of us for a good ten seconds.

 

“You can lay him on the bed over there” she said, signaling to the right of the room.

 

I didn't want to let him go, but I thought of what was best for Mokuba and did as instructed.

 

I watched while Anzu grabbed an inhaler to give life back into my unconscious brother's lungs. I would not let go of his hand.

 

I saw as he drew up gulp of air. My brother's black-clad back was slowly moving with every new breath. He was not dead.

 

After finishing the procedure, she patted his long dark hair and smiled. “What a little fighter. He'll be okay.”

 

A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

 

Anzu and I were now alone in the heartless reality of the hospital room.

 

“Would you like anything,” she asked politely.

 

“Yeah, for you to get the fuck out of my sight.” Okay, I'll admit. That one was a little over the top; even for me.

 

“That's it! I have to be brutally honest here. You're the most inconsiderate prick I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!” Anzu was now fuming with anger; and I couldn't help but register she did look kind of cute. “Say whatever you want Kaiba, but frankly I'm sick of apologizing when there is no need for me too and I'm tired of putting up with your relentless ego.” There was a pause; the type of long awkward silence where you want to just run in the opposite direction and not turn back. “I'm tired of putting so much effort into a friendship where I am treated with the most unwarranted disrespect.”

 

I think my heart literally stopped. Could this really be happening? Was I actually at a loss for words right now?

 

Taking some medicine from a cabinet, she walked up to me, grabbed my hand and placed the items in my palm. “Twice a day, once at noon, the other before bed. Tell Mokuba I hope he feels better.” With not so much as a goodbye, she was gone; exited right out the door.

 

And for the first time I actually felt some regretful empathy with what I had just said to the girl who had saved my brothers life.

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Anzu may not have felt any differently since the confrontation, but Kaiba sure as hell did. They hadn't talked since then; not once. And it bothered him.

 

It bothered him that this girl could make him feel things he never could, or even wanted to before.

 

It bothered him how everything she said, all down to that last little insult, was 100% true.

 

But what bothered him most was how underneath the innocent girl next door exterior, there lay a clever, wont-take-shit-from-anyone attitude that could match even his own.

 

Moving out from his bookcase hideout, Kaiba took a deep breath and made way over to his captivatingly reading classmate.

 

“Anzu…” he began. `Shit, where do I go from there? I never was good at the whole gratitude thing.'

 

“Yes, Seto?” `Was that my name? She said my name! Wait… why the hell am I excited?'

 

Again, she had cornered him. And again he did not know what to say

 

“I'm… I'm sorry.”

 

She laughed. Not the response Kiaba had been hoping for. “You know, as fake and deceptive as those words are, a simple "I'm sorry" goes a long way. And I cannot deny the fact that apologies from you ring a little hollow in my ears.”

 

“A common symptom of weak character,” he hissed.

 

At that remark she closed her book and smiled brightly up at Kaiba. “Pardon my lack indirectness, but allow me to address a certain annoyance I have towards you. I've given up. I don't want to hear an apology; I don't want to "fix" things. I don't even want to hear your voice. End of story.”

 

Ouch. That one hurt.

 

“Don't flatter yourself Mazaki; I'm not doing this for myself- its Mokuba. He… he wants to thank you. Personally. Says he would appreciate it if you came over.”

 

Anzu's frown slightly turned into a half-smile again. “I would be delighted to then.”

 

“Think you could fit it into your busy schedule after school?” He made sure to emphasize the `busy' with sarcasm.

 

“As a matter fact, I have my dance practice to go to.” Anzu smirked while batting her eyelashes. “But if for once you wouldn't mind waiting thirty minuets in respect to someone else's busy schedule, I'm sure I wouldn't mind going to see your brother shortly after that.”

 

Seto gritted his teeth. She was playing with him. And he found himself stuck between a strange arousal and pure aggravation.

 

Suddenly, Kaiba's mind fogged up.

 

The thought of his body pressed roughly on Anzu's.

 

Images of the two of them against the wall- her skirt lifted up and his pants unzipped.

 

Anzu screaming his name.

 

Shaking the thought away quickly, he grunted and asked for directions.

 

“It's the building right across from the Burger Palace on Barton Street.”

 

“I won't tolerate lateness, Mazaki.”

 

“And I won't tolerate you being an ass, Kaiba.” She spat with equal mocking.

 

Seto grinned. He really was starting to enjoy there arguments. Especially the part where it involved his dirty imagining of her in naked suggestive positions.

 

Man, did this guy need to get laid.

 

 

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A/N: Sheesh, looks as if I went a little out of control with Kaiba's perverted-ness in this chapter; think it worked out nicely though. Before writing it, I had a rather lengthy discussion with a male friend of mine; asking why guys are so attracted to having there name screamed out during sex. ::shrug:: Not my forte, but I thought it seemed like a Seto characteristic ;) Hope you all continue with the reviewing, and don't worry- plenty of Jou in the next chapter.