Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ Miles Apart ( Chapter 2 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

Chapter Two: Miles Away

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Anzu was in heaven. Last night with Seto had been truly magical. She still couldn't believe he had proposed to her. After so long...it was finally happening. They were going to get married! They would have kids and be happy and everything would just be perfect.

Taking a bite of her blueberry pancake, she smiled. Seto had left early in the morning for work. There was a big murder trial coming up and he was busier than normal. "That'll have to change once we're married," she decided with a nod of her head. "Too much work is no good for him. Especially if we have a baby down the road..."

She giggled and finished off her breakfast. The thought of a family made her smile. Ever since she was a little girl she dreamed of marrying her Prince Charming and having a nice big family with him. Now that was finally happening.

Bringing her plate to the sink, she rinsed it off and put it in the dishwasher. Her mind was wandering back to the pervious evening. Though she didn't quite know why, she had felt guilty when accepting the ring from Seto. And she could have sworn she saw someone else's eyes in place of his. Whose, she couldn't tell, but they were beautiful. They had seemed familiar before. She had seen those eyes somewhere else. But...she couldn't remember where.

`They were so pretty...like rubies. Ugh, where have I seen them?!'

Shaking her head, she decided to put it behind her. It's not like it really mattered, anyway. It was just a different eye color. Maybe the lighting in the Bellevue had caused the change.

"That must be it," she decided.

Nodding her head in satisfaction, she left the kitchen and ventured upstairs to her bedroom. She would get changed and head out to the Kaiba's pool. With the sun shining brightly outside, it was the perfect morning to get a tan.

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That evening after a nice bubble bath, Anzu was snuggled up on the black leather couch of Seto's office in front of the fire place. A fire was roaring, keeping the room warm, and the only noise that could be heard was that of typing as Seto's fingers flew over the letters of the keyboard.

This was a typical evening in the Kaiba mansion. When Seto would get home from work at seven, he would go up and take a shower while Anzu the cook with preparing dinner. At exactly eight, they would eat. After dinner was finished, the maid would come and get the dishes and Mokuba, if it was a good night, would go to spend time with his friends. Seto would retire to his office to finish his work and most often Anzu would join him there and just watch him.

Yawning, the brunette leaned forward and snatched a magazine off the coffee table. She really had to get her fiancé to stop working so much. The only time they really got to spend together was on Sunday when the law firm was closed. Other than that, quality time was rare. She worked at school every weekday from ten to four teaching dance and drama. But whenever she got home, she would put work aside so she could be with her family. He, on the other hand, worked nonstop. It was if he were addicted to his work.

`Yes...that'll definitely be something that changes. He'll have to stop thinking about the firm all the time. He's told me a zillion times how busy the Kaiba Firm is, but he needs to be able to take a break. At least on weekends. If we have children, he needs to be able to be there for them. They'll need a father...not a lawyer...'

"Anzu, are you alright?"

She nodded, opening the magazine and flipping through the first few pages. "I'm just tired," she explained. It was half true.

"Why don't you go up to bed? I'll only be a few more minutes here." He stopped speaking as the telephone rang. "Kaiba." There was a pause. "Jesus, Johnson! What do I pay you for?!" A loud sigh. "Just fax the papers to me. I'll look them over myself." He hung up the phone and began typing once more.

Anzu rolled her eyes. "A few more minutes?"

Seto smiled. "Honey, cases don't close by themselves." The fax beeped loudly. Taking the papers out, he began reading through them. "Why don't you go up to bed? I'll be finished soon."

The brown haired woman sighed and stood up. Would he ever learn to put work second? `Most likely not.' Wishing Seto a goodnight, she left the office.

The lawyer sighed and watched her go. He could tell she was upset, but there really wasn't anything he could do. He would love to forget about the paperwork and put it off till the next day. He would love to just forget about the firm for a bit and spend time with his brother and fiancé. But he couldn't. The work had to be done. Nobody was going to do it for him. This was his life. Work was his life. And, even though he hated it, everything else would have to come second. Anzu would have to understand that.

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Anzu was laying on her bed, eyes closed and face buried in her pillow. Letting out a muffled groaned, she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Those eyes..." looking around, she sighed. "I saw those eyes again. Why do I keep seeing them? And more importantly, whose are they?"

Looking over to the nightstand, she noticed the magazine she had brought up from Seto's office. It was flipped open to a random page. Raising a curious eyebrow, she read the title of the main article to herself a few times. A spark of familiarity was lit inside of her...but what was so familiar?

Interview with actor Takeji Kurayami - by Ross Lloyd

Okay, she had heard of the actor before. He had been in several action movies in the past few years. But that wasn't what caused something inside of her to snap or for her eyes to widen like they did.

The last name...Kurayami. No, not even the whole last name. Just....

"Yami!"

Anzu gasped as realization dawned on her. Jumping off of her bed, she raced to the bookshelf on the other side of the room. She quickly plucked a high school yearbook from the topmost shelf and began searching for the senior pages. She found them rather quickly.

`Okay...Yami Mutou...Mutou with an M...M...where's M?!"

She smiled when she found the correct page and automatically sought out his picture. And there he was, smack dab in the center of the page, coincidentally right next to her picture. It was pretty easy to find him with his unique hairstyle. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Yami's natural hair color was blonde, and she was the only one besides his family that knew it. But having just one hair color made Yami grow bored easily so he decided to dye everything except his bangs black and red. The result of the hair dying was surprisingly very good.

Natural blonde bangs framed his face delicately while bolts of blonde stuck up into the rest of his hair. The middle of his hair was died jet black and the tips were tinged red. To top it off, it was spiked up in every direction imaginable. Yami's hair, also surprisingly, was naturally spiky. Most people thought he used gel, but she knew otherwise. His cousin, Yugi, had the same type of hair and he, choosing to follow his older cousin's example, also decided to dye his hair the same colors.

Chuckling, she stared hard at Yami's picture. He had always been a photogenic person, much unlike herself. The camera loved him and he loved it just as much. She had always thought he'd go into acting for a career since he seemed like a natural on stage, but - another shocker - he was too shy to perform in front of a real audience. That was why he always turned down the lead parts in school plays and opted to be costume designer instead.

Running her index finger over his picture, she smiled faintly. It was definitely his eyes that had been haunting her. But she didn't exactly understand why. They had gone out such a long time ago. And she didn't think that she had ever been in love with him. But then again...ten years was a long time ago. Maybe she had been?

Flipping the page, she found a snapshot of the two of them on a bench together. Their arms were wrapped around each other and their foreheads were pressed together as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. And both their eyes held such devotion and passion in them...it was almost beyond description.

"We sure were crazy about each other back then... and everyone knew it..."

It was true. Everyone at Domino High School knew of Anzu Mazaki and Yami Mutou's relationship. They were voted "cutest couple" four consecutive years in a row. Everyone in the school thought that they would get married right after they got out of high school.

But...things didn't always go as planned....

After graduation, Yami decided to move back home to Egypt and study photography. She had received three letters from him, but she had never read them. She was too heartbroken and angry because of their breakup. She just couldn't bear the thought of them being over, even though she was the cause of them being over. Other than the letters, she hadn't heard from him. But that was okay because she had wanted to forget about him. And she succeeded in doing that...up until now.

That's why she had forgotten what kind of eyes he had up until now. She had forgotten about him up until just now.

`How does someone forget their first love?' She wondered. `Isn't that something that you never forget?' Shrugging, she turned to the back of the yearbook to where the signatures were located. She recognized some of the messages from her old best friends and that made her realize how much she had missed them all. On the back two pages she found what Yami had written to her. She remembered reading the long entry right before they broke up.

Dear Anzu,

I can't believe that we're actually graduating!It seems like just yesterday that we were beginning high school as scared little freshmen. I'm really not sure what I should write in this final yearbook entry to you. We've shared so many memories, both good and bad, together at Domino High. You were the first person to befriend me when I moved to Japan and I will always cherish our special friendship.

I noticed that you were voted `best smile' for the senior class. Seeing that made me realize just how much I love your smile - especially when it's directed at me. Your smile is just one of the things that make you the beautiful person that you are. You truly are a special person, Anzu. You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met and no matter where life takes me, I will always remember you.

I remember the first day that we met. It was the summer before eighth grade, I was thirteen, and I had just moved to Domino from Egypt. I was lonelybecause my cousin Yugi was out of townand so I decided to take a walk down to the arcade and when I got there, I saw the most beautiful twelve-year-old challenging someone to the DDR game - you. I had come up and challenged you to the game and you, undoubtedly, won. But that was worth it because I got to be near you for those few minutes. After the game, I recall you asking me where I was going to go to school, I told you Domino Middle and you said that you'd love to be my first friend. I don't think you know how happy those words had made me.

We were best friends from the start and through the year we got to know each other and eventually became inseparable. When high school started, I remember how excited we both were to know that we had almost all the same classes together. We made a bunch of new friends, but we still remained as close as ever.

Two months into the school year, you asked me to the Twerp dance and I agreed. I still remember the outfit you wore. The theme of the dance was "Western" so you dressed inapink cowgirl skirtand a white T-shirt with a hat and boots to match. You had even bought a hat for me to wear, though I was pretty reluctant to put it on. Sometime during the middle of the dance, we left the gym and decided to go for a walk around the track. I don't know when exactly it happened, but before either of us knew it we were sharing our first kiss there in the middle of the track under the stars. I was the happiest guy in the world that day.

Our relationship has had some ups and downs, but I would not give up our time together as a couple and as friends for anything. You're the most important person in my life and I care about you more than anyone else in the world. I love you, Anzu, and no matter what road life may lead me down, I will continue to love you. And I hope that, when we go our separate ways, my heart willstill be with you....

You mean more to me than I can say with words alone. I always have and I always will love you.

- Yami Mutou

Closing the yearbook, Anzu sighed. It had been a sweet entry, not one that was worth them breaking up over. But the reaction that she got after reading it was probably the exact opposite of what Yami was expecting. The entry had been filled with love and she had just ruined everything....

Anzu closed the yearbook with a snap, glaring over at her boyfriend who stood next to her smiling. Tears filled the brunette's clear blue eyes as she looked at him. "You jerk," she whispered.

Yami's eyes widened and he took a step closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong?" he questioned, worry and hurt in his voice.

Pulling out of his grasp, Anzu threw the book down on the ground by his feet. "You jerk! If you wanted to break up with me, you should have just told me face to face! Do you know how much more it hurts me to read that you don't love me any more like you used to?" She glared icily at him. "I thought our relationship was stronger than this, Yami. We always planned on staying together after high school and-and just because you're going to Egypt you want to break it off?"

The crimson eyed nineteen-year-old was shocked by her words. He didn't want to break up with her. The entry was just meant to reassure her that he loved her more than anything. That he wouldn't stop loving her even though he was in another country. "Anzu, what are you talking about? I do love you and I don't want to break up with you."

"I know what that letter means, Yami! I'm not stupid!"

"And what does it mean?" He asked, growing angry.

Anzu crossed her arms over her chest. "It means that high school was fun but you're moving on and I should too."

"What?!" Yami rolled his eyes. "You're misinterpreting everything. I'm not moving on, I love you."

The brunette took another few steps away from him. "I don't believe you, Yami. If you did love me you wouldn't have written that," she pointed to the yearbook on the ground.

The tall teenage boy bit his lip and looked around them. People were starting to watch since Anzu was yelling. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he swept his eyes across the forming crowd around them. He looked back to Anzu pleadingly. "Anzu, please lower your voice...people are watching..."

The blue eyed girl smirked. "What's the matter, can't stand an audience? Stage fright getting to you?"

People gasped at what she just said. Yami's face flushed and he looked away. "You know I don't like being the center of attention..." He leaned down and picked up her yearbook, handing it to her. She quickly took it out of his hands, not bothering to thank him. "I...I don't know what to say to you. I'm sorry if my entry made you think that I didn't love you. Because I do love you more than anything, just like I wrote down." His voice was barely above a whisper.

Anzu sighed and continued to focus on anything except him. "Well, that will be a one sided love, I guess," she said coldly, turning her back to her boyfriend. "I know what I read...and you made it sound like you didn't think we could stay together after graduation....So I'm going to finish what you started."

"Anzu, please...I love you, you should know that."

"Well obviously you don't show it well enough, Yami, because I'm not really sure if you ever loved me at all!" She started walking away from him. "It's over, Yami."

Yami stared, dumbfounded, after her. His eyes were filled with remorse and hurt. He couldn't believe she would break up with him. He didn't think that he had done anything wrong. His yearbook entry to her had been straight from the heart. He told her in it how much he loved her and she just turned his words around on him. That hurt a lot.

The gathered students began whispering with each other. They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. Yami Mutou and Anzu Mazaki were the happiest couple in school and they were wild for each other. And now...it was broken off just like that. So easily. Maybe they hadn't been so close after all. Guess they wouldn't be getting married after high school.

Now that she thought about what she said, Anzu couldn't help but feel like a complete bitch. She had crushed Yami's heart. She had seen the look in his eyes. That devastated, heartbroken look. And she had caused that. She had caused him to pain.

Some girlfriend she had been. Why did Yami ever put up with her? Why had he bothered to write her three letters? Why did he bother to even think about writing her those letters in the first place? Unless they were hate mail, she really didn't see the reason.

"There's no way he could still have feelings for me after that day. So it must be hate letters. But why would he send three?" She chuckled. "Probably to make sure I got them."

The brown haired woman shook her head. Yami wasn't that kind of person. He never had been and he never would be. Not Yami. Not shy, quiet, cute Yami Mutou. But then again, people change. She had changed.

Putting the yearbook back, she laid down on her bed once more. She wondered what he was doing...where he was. Was he still in Egypt? Was he a photographer? Was he married with children? Did he even have a girlfriend? Had he even thought about dating after they split up?

Reaching into her nightstand drawer, she pulled out an envelope that was addressed to her. It had come in the mail two days ago and she had been debating with herself whether to throw it away or not. Taking out the card inside, she read the words inside.

Ms. Anzu Mazaki,

On behalf of Domino High School, I, Fuku Chiyo, would like to personally invite you to the class of 1994's 10 year high school reunion! The reunion will be held on November 24that Shimahoshi Hall. Please R.S.V.P. to the number below by October 12th. I and the other graduates of 1994 hope to see you there!

Sincerely,

Fuku Chiyo.

(663) 468-9264

PS: If you need directions to the Shimahoshi Hall, either call me or e-mail me at: FukiChiyo@AOL.com

Anzu took in a breath, reading over the letter once more. I guess all the questions she had about Yami would soon be answered if he showed up at the reunion.