Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ Empty Apartment ( Chapter 6 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

Chapter Six: One Year, Six Months

"Are you sure you'll be okay for the weekend?"

"Seto, I'll be fine. It's not like I've never stayed home alone before."

The brown haired lawyer smiled. "Anzu, I know perfectly well that you can take care of yourself." He tightened the blue tie around his neck. "I just don't want you to be lonely. Mokuba's gone on a road trip with a bunch of his friends, I'm heading to Kyoto for business, and you'll be stuck here by your lonesome."

Anzu tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ears. "I'll be fine. In fact," she said as she flattened the collar of her fiancé's suit, "I won't be lonely at all. I've made plans to meet up with an old friend of mine."

"May I ask who this friend is?"

The blue eyed woman blinked. "I don't see why not. His name is Yami."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "His?"

Rolling her eyes, Anzu turned away from him. "What? Can I not have male friends?"

"No, it isn't that. It's just that...well; I'm uncomfortable with me being gone and you alone with another man."

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Do you not trust me, Seto?"

Seto nodded. "Of course I trust you. I just don't trust other men who might try to get their hands on you."

Sighing, the young woman turned away from him. "Yami isn't like that; he would never take advantage of me. He cares very deeply for me and would do anything to keep me from getting hut. You can always call me, though, if you get worried, alright" She took a pink cell phone from her purse. "I'll keep it on."

The lawyer shook his head and embraced his fiancé. "I love you, Anzu. And I just worry about your safety, that's all. Don't be angry at me." He kissed her neck softly, smiling at the giggle the action received.

"I'm not mad at you."

Anzu chuckled. "You're such a kiss up," she said. "And I love it." She pecked him on the lips and then turned, walking out of the room.

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Anzu Mazaki stood on the cement-paved driveway, staring up at the familiar building in front of her. The brightly painted Kame Game Shop looked just as welcoming as ever, but she was beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to go inside or not.

Shrugging her shoulders, she walked slowly up the driveway and pushed open the door to the shop. Bells jingled as the door closed slowly behind her. Walking through the aisle of the shop, Anzu stopped when she came up to the counter. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her finger against the golden buzzer on the glass countertop.

Bing.

Bing. Bing. Bing.

"I'm coming."

A short, familiar young man came out behind the door leading into the Muto house. His pretty amethyst eyes grew large as he noticed the brown haired woman standing only a few feet away, innocently ringing the shop buzzer. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he hesitantly came forward. "A-Anzu?" he whispered.

The brunette blinked a few times and then grinned as her eyes fell upon his small figure. "Yugi, its so nice to see you again."

Yugi nodded in response, taking his position behind the counter. "Can...Can I help you with something?" he questioned, wondering why on earth she was over at his house. She hadn't been over since before she and Yami broke up.

"Yes, actually, you can." Anzu smiled politely. "You wouldn't happen to know if Yami was home or not, would you?"

"Um...yes, he's home. He's upstairs," was the reply. "He's taking a shower right now, though. Um..." The shop owner bit his lip. "Would you like to come inside and wait for him?"

Anzu nodded. "Yeah, that would be great. Thank you, Yugi."

"No problem."

Yugi went over to the entrance of the shop, placing the `Back in five' sign on the door before turning and following the brunette into the house.

Anzu looked around the living room of the Muto home. Various pictures and knickknacks hung on the wall. She smiled, sitting down on the blue, cushiony couch. "The house looks great, Yugi," she complimented. Looking towards one of the larger pictures on the wall, a question popped into her head. "Hey, how is Gramps doing?"

The younger of the two adults frowned, looking towards a vase that sat on a shelf next to the dining room table. "Grandpa died," he replied. "Seven years ago."

"Oh, Yugi. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright."

The blue eyed woman shook her head. "No it isn't. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Yugi smiled. "It's alright, you didn't know."

Anzu sighed and embraced her younger friend. "But I should have known. I should have kept in contact with you and the others. I feel like such a bitch. I didn't even come to the funeral."

"Its okay, Anzu. I'm not angry at you or anything. You were just trying to live your life."

"But that doesn't mean that I had to exclude all my old friends." She buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry."

The sound of someone whistling interrupted Yugi before he could even say something to console the brown haired woman. Yami came waltzing down the stairs adorned in nothing more than a towel, which was wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair of three separate colors was both plastered to the front of his face and, at the same time, frizzing out in every direction imaginable.

"Hey, Yugi, can I borrow your hair..."

Yami stopped mid-sentence, his eyes growing exceptionally large as he noticed just who was sitting on the couch next to his cousin. "...Dryer?"

Yugi brought a hand up to his mouth, trying to conceal his laughter. The look on his cousin's face was just too much. Next to him, Anzu was having the same trouble of holding back her giggles.

Giving a lopsided smile, Yami raised a hand and attempted to run it through his damp hair. He scowled when it got stuck in the thickly knotted tresses. "Hello, Anzu," he greeted, pushing his embarrassment aside. "What brings you here so... unexpectedly?"

Anzu apologized. "I just thought I'd surprise you. And I guess I did."

"Yes, ah...A surprise it definitely was." Yami chuckled nervously. "I...I'm just going to go put some clothes on. Yeah...some clothes." He pointed towards the staircase and quickly retreated up to his bedroom, his face a brilliant shade of red.

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"I've never seen you so flustered before."

Yami chuckled as he and Anzu walked down Pine Crest Boulevard, side-by-side, towards the diner at the end of the road. After changing into some warm clothes, he had rejoined the brunette and his cousin downstairs. Anzu had promptly invited him out for breakfast and, well, he was never one to refuse an offer from the woman he loved.

"Yes, well, it's not every day that I walk downstairs looking like hell, in nothing but a towel, and see you sitting on the couch," was the honest reply.

Anzu smiled. "It was pretty funny to see that expression on your face."

"Funny for you, maybe."

Pulling the door of the diner open, the tri haired man stepped aside to allow his companion to enter first. The brunette grinned and entered the eatery, waiting for him to follow after her. "What a gentleman," she said with a hint of sarcasm.

Obeying the `Please seat yourself' sign that hung on the wall, Anzu and Yami found the nearest empty booth and slid in across from each other. Yami folded his hands in front of himself and waited for a waiter to come by and give them their menus.

A white haired man came over with a large smile on his face. "Atemu!" he greeted happily, recognizing the crimson eyed fashion designer in an instant.

Yami blinked, lazily turning his eyes upward to meet the waiter's. "Do I know you?" he questioned, frowning slightly.

The younger looking man was slightly hurt by the question, but he brushed it off. Chocolate orbs twinkled with excitement as their owner nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you do. We both attended the Tahriah Academy in Egypt. I remember, you were studying fashion design and after you got a job working for Eugenio Marciano. I was shocked when I found out that you had started your own brand - oh, and I love it, by the way."

Yami shook his head. "I think I remember you. Your name is Ryou, right?"

Ryou nodded once more. "Yes, Ryou Bakura." He smiled politely. "So what brings you to Japan, Mr. Mutou?"

The fashion designer motioned towards Anzu who sat patiently across from him. "I'm just spending some time with an old friend of mine," he replied.

The waiter bowed respectfully at the brunette. "Pleasure to meet you," he exclaimed, extending a hand. "I'm Ryou Bakura."

Anzu took his hand and shook it. "Anzu Mazaki."

"Miss Mazaki, if it's not too bold of me to say so, I think you and Atemu make a wonderful couple!" Without waiting for a response from the shocked brunette, Ryou handed the two some menus and disappeared into the kitchens.

Yami shook his head, watching the younger go. "Strange fellow," he commented with a small laugh. Stretching his legs out underneath the table, he eyed the menu curiously. "I wonder how he wound up here. Last I saw of him, he was studying interior design." He frowned. "I think he's gay. I remember him saying he had a boyfriend once or something like that."

Anzu shrugged her shoulders. "He seemed very nice."

"Yeah, I guess he is."

The blue eyed woman nodded. She decided to start looking for something to eat on the menu as well. Scanning through the different meals, she finally decided on getting the low carb breakfast.

Yami laughed. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Low carb breakfast, let's see..." He found the correct order and began to read. "A fruit bowl, wheat bread, and orange juice? Yum."

"Oh, and what are you getting that's so much better?"

The tall male pointed towards the correct place on the menu. "I'm getting a real breakfast, Zoo. Three buttermilk pancakes, two eggs, biscuits, and a cold apple cider."

Anzu smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "We're going to have to roll you out of here afterwards, then."

Yami snorted and, as soon as Ryou returned, they each ordered.

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"I've never been to a club before."

Anzu gave Yami an incredulous look. "Are you serious? You work in the fashion industry and you've never been to a club?"

Yami shrugged his shoulders. "I never once saw in my job description that going clubbing was mandatory. Besides, even if it was, I wouldn't go that often. I happen to like spending quiet evenings at home," he explained, opening the door of the dance club for the brown haired woman.

The brunette smiled. "You're so boring."

"I am not," The tri haired man said defensively. "I just prefer reading and things like that... not dancing with a bunch of people I don't know."

Anzu smiled, grabbing Yami's arm and leading him towards the dance floor. "You know me. You can dance with me."

The fashion designer blushed. "That'd be a little...awkward..." he whispered. The other didn't hear him as she searched for a suitable spot for them to dance. "I...I don't see why we have to dance. I'm not a good dancer, Zoo. Why don't we just sit at the bar?"

Sighing, the young woman turned back to him. "I happen to know for a fact that you're a good dancer, Yami. All those times we'd dance together at school dances, you were always very good at it. Especially the slow dances." She winked.

With a face the color of a tomato, Yami looked away, feeling extremely embarrassed. "That was a long time ago. I haven't danced with anyone since those days."

"Then I shall teach you." Anzu winked again, seeing her friend sigh. "You're not getting out of this."

Slipping her hand into his, she found a good spot at the corner of the dance floor and turned around, bringing Yami's hand to rest on her hip. She rested her hands on his tanned, slightly muscled arms and smiled. "See, not so hard so far."

Yami didn't move. Looking from his left hand that rested innocently on the brunette's hip to his right hand which hung motionless by his side; he was confused as to what Anzu wanted him to do. She didn't want him to dance with her, did she? She couldn't....at least, not the way all the other people in the club were dancing. That just wouldn't be right...would it?

Anzu answered this questioned, and proved that it was alright, when she pulled the Egyptian man closer to herself and gently brushed their bodies together. It was brief physical contact, but to Yami it felt as though her skin had been against his for an eternity.

A hot fire seemed to spread throughout Yami's body as, again, the blue eyed woman brushed herself against him. It made things even worse - and even more awkward - when Anzu decided that she wanted his other hand on her as well. So she took his arm and wrapped it around her middle. Turning in his embrace so that her back pressed against his front, she uttered one single, short command.

"Dance."

And with an order like that, and the way her body was pressed so closely against his, the Egyptian couldn't bring himself to resist.

E ho voglia di dance all night
Di dance all night
e di non fermarmi mai
di dance all night
e balleró...

Once the song ended, Anzu took Yami, since he had asked before, to the bar. As the passed, numerous people stopped them and complimented them on their dancing.

"You guys were great."

"You two make such a good couple. You look so cute together."

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?"

Yami had responded to the compliments by looking away and scuffing his foot on the ground. This earned some giggling and stares from other women, particularly those who liked an "aw shucks," type of guy.

Anzu looked at him as the two of them sat down at the bar. "You really aren't good at taking compliments, are you?"

"No..."

The brunette chuckled. "Honestly! How do you make it in the business you're in?" she smiled at him. "I knew you were still a good dancer," she said, going back to their earlier discussion.

The tri haired man shrugged his shoulders. "Thank you. I really haven't danced... like that, at least, since high school. It was fun."

Anzu nodded. "Well then, we'll just have to do it again. Won't we?"

Yami blushed and at that moment, a bartender decided to come and take their order for drinks. After ordering a beer, he began thinking about what had happened during the day. Why was Anzu acting like this with him? The other day, at the reunion, she had acted completely uninterested in him. And now here she was, dancing with him in the most suggestive of ways.

`What is going on?'

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"Oh! Oh, and remember that one time we went Trick-Or-Treating together that one year?" Anzu tapped her fingers impatiently on the bar countertop. "Oh, what were we dressed as? Aha! Now I remember!" She pointed over to Yami. "You were Dracula and I was Dracula's Bride! We won the Best Couple Costume Award at the school festival!"

Yami smiled. He remembered that Halloween. It was junior year at school, and they had decided to enter the Costume Contest for fun, never expecting to win one of the prizes. "I believe I still have a picture of us in those costumes. I also have a pretty hilarious one of Jounouchi and Mai after they found out they lost."

The brunette started laughing and clapping her hands together in delight. She leaned against her Egyptian companion. "I miss old times," she said once she had calmed down. "They were a lot of fun."

"Yeah, they were," the tri haired man agreed. His body tensed slightly when she wrapped her arms around him.

Anzu cuddled close to Yami, a smile on her lips and her eyes partially closed. "Hey, Yami...did I ever tell you today that you look really good?"

Yami almost choked on the beer he was taking a sip of. "E-excuse me?"

"I don't mean it to be offensive..." The brown haired woman grinned, running a hand down his chest. "You look really good still after all these years. And you look great today. And...and you especially looked good when you came down in that towel this morning." She giggled, and then hiccupped.

"Zoo, I think you've had too much to drink."

"No." The brunette moved from her chair onto the other's lap. "No I haven't...I'm just giving you a compliment." She peered up at him through half-lidded orbs. "Can I ask you a favor?" she questioned, leaning in close to him.

The fashion designer sucked in his breath, looking away from her. "I suppose," was the quick reply.

Anzu moved forward so that their noses brushed together. She closed her fingers around the material of Yami's maroon turtleneck shirt and held him close. "Can you kiss me?" she breathed out slowly.

Yami's eyes widened at the question. "Zoo, I really think you're drunk. I should take you home."

Sighing, she nodded. "I guess..." She rested her head on his chest and started humming, though she didn't realize it, the tune of their old favorite song.

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As Yami walked down the street, halfway toward the Game Shop, he had to stop again as Anzu began feeling up his shirt. "A-Anzu, I told you not to do that," he said, biting his lip to keep control over himself.

The brunette pouted childishly. "I know you like it, Yami. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

"Because you're not conscious of what you're doing."

The fashion designer stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Looking in both directions, he frowned when he realized that he no longer knew where his ex-girlfriend lived. And she probably wouldn't be able to give him accurate directions with the state-of-mind she was in right now.

`I guess she'll have to stay at the Shop for tonight,' he concluded.

Taking the drunken woman by the hand, he led her down Domino Avenue; the street where the Kame Game Shop was located. Once they arrived, he fumbled through his pockets in search of the keys.

But before he could even find the correct key, Anzu had him pressed up against the closed door and was kissing him roughly on the lips.

Yami didn't lie to himself. It was a really good kiss, one that spread a fire throughout his entire body. And, though he hated to admit it, he had kissed her back. But it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He loved her so much...and her body was pressed so tightly against his. What else could he have done besides kiss her back?

"Anzu, s-stop it." Grabbing her by the shoulders, the Egyptian pulled her off of him. "Please. You don't know what you're doing." It hurt him to say that, because he wanted her to know what she was doing. She wanted her to love him like she once had. But...that was a long time ago. She broke up with him. She didn't love him, she loved another. She was engaged, for Christ's sake!

"Yami..." Anzu rubbed her nose against his neck. "I want you like this again. I know what I'm doing. I love you." Her words were slightly slurred, but they sounded surprisingly sincere.

"No you don't, Anzu. You broke up with me."

"That was a mistake."

Yami bit his lip as he tried not to give into his own desires. It would be so easy for him to just take her right there. She was asking for it. But...she was drunk, and doing anything with her would be like taking advantage of her. He couldn't do that, could he?

`Yes I can.' He decided when she began unbuttoning his jacket. He clenched his eyes shut tightly. `No! No, I can not!'

Anzu took the key out of the tri haired man's hand. Opening the door to the house, she gave him a slight shove inside and followed after, closing the door behind her softy as she did so. "Yami...just let me kiss you. Let me love you like all those years ago. Please...love me like all those years ago."

Yami knew that he would hate himself for this later - and he also knew that Anzu would probably kill him in the morning - but he couldn't hold himself back any longer. This was the woman of his dreams, the one he loved more than life itself! He could just let her go again.

So, using one hand to quickly unzip and take off the black coat Anzu had on, he used the other to cup her chin and bring their lips together in a heated kiss.

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Yugi blinked, hearing feet pounding up the stairs. Getting up from his bed where he had previously been reading, he looked over at the clock.

`Ten? He's already home? I wonder how everything went.'

His eyebrows rose slightly at the sound of a body hitting the wall. They rose even higher when hearing a feminine giggle. Creeping over to the door, he slowly opened it and peeked outside.

The twenty-three-year-old's jaw practically hit the floor when he saw his cousin and a familiar brown haired woman half clothed, kissing every inch on each other's faces, and touching each other in places they shouldn't have been.

A low moan was emitted from the back of Yami's throat as Anzu basically ripped off the undershirt he still had on and began kissing his chest and shoulders.

Yugi watched the whole scene with wide eyes. They other two adults didn't seem to even notice him; and before he could even say something, they had disappeared into Yami's room, slamming the door shut behind them.

`Well,' the young adult thought with relief. `At least they're not doing it in my room.'