Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ View From Heaven ( Chapter 7 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

Chapter Seven: View from Heaven

As he sun's bright rays shone brightly through the large window, Anzu slowly opened her eyes. A smile spread across her face as she noticed herself pressed against the bare back of her fiancé. Moving forward, she wrapped her arms around his tanned waist and buried her face in his long, tri colored hair.

`Wait a second...'

Tanned waist?

Tri colored hair?!

The last time she checked, Seto didn't have any of those. Eyes widening, Anzu peered over the shoulder of her sleeping partner. A look of horror appeared on her face as she saw who it was in the bed with her. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she muffled the scream she let out. But it was still very hearable.

Yami's eyes shot open at the scream. As a reflex he jumped from the bed, revealing his completely nude self to the brunette. Anzu screamed again, ripping the sheets from the bed and hurriedly covering her body. Returning her attention to the young man on the opposite side of the bed, she blushed when she noticed her hadn't made any move to cover himself.

Growling, she threw a pillow at him and he placed it over his private parts with the roll of his eyes. After getting over the initial shock of waking up in bed with her ex boyfriend, Anzu decided that maybe it would be best for them to talk.

"You pervert! You-you...!" She tugged at her hair, not even able to find the right words to express her anger. "I can't believe you did this!"

Yami's mouth fell open. "I did this?! You were the one hitting on me the entire night!"

The brunette snorted. "I most certainly was not," she replied indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

The fashion designer sneered. "Oh please, don't try lying to yourself. You have to remember. Or maybe you were just too drunk." He leaned over the bed. "You were all over me."

"In your sick fantasies, maybe," she shot back.

"No, in reality. I told you to get off me, but you kept touching me and pleading for me to make love to you! What the hell did you want me to do?"

"You shouldn't have taken advantage of me!"

Yami growled. "I did not take advantage of you! You were asking me for it! If anything, you seduced me into it!"

Anzu rolled her eyes. "Seduced you into it? Yami, why would I try seducing you?!" She smirked, reading his eyes clearly. "Oh...is that what you're hoping? I don't love you anymore, so there is no chance of your `seduction' theory being true."

"You said you loved me last night," the Egyptian challenged. "You said breaking up with me was the biggest mistake you ever made. And...And even though you were drunk, your words sounded as sincere as ever. And I think you were telling the truth. I think that, deep down, you still do love me, Anzu. "

The brunette started laughing. "Love you?! You?! Yami, why would I waste my time with you?! Incase you were too blind to notice, I'm engaged!" She held up her left hand, showing off her expensive diamond ring. "I'm engaged, Yami, and to someone a hell of a lot better than you! I have someone who can give me a future, and he will never take advantage of me."

She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. The look that filled Yami's eyes...and the heartbroken expression on his face...was identical to the one she caused when she broke up with him all those years ago. Cocky crimson eyes turned glossy and, for a moment, Anzu thought he was going to cry.

Yami's vision went in and out of focus, the room around him becoming blurry.

Love you? You?! Yami, why would I waste my time with you?!

It felt as though the world was crashing down around him. His dream of being with Anzu forever and having a family with her shattered in front of his eyes, and his carefully mended heart was once again smashed into a billion small pieces.

Sitting down on the bed heavily, Yami tried to blink the tears from his eyes. He shivered when he felt Anzu place a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Yami...I...I'm sorry," the blue eyed girl whispered. "I don't know why I said that. I didn't mean it."

The Egyptian brushed her hand off of him, turning away from her. "Yes, you did. You meant every word," he said with an icy tone. He buried his face in his hands, allowing the tears to fall freely.

Anzu frowned, seeing him shake with the force of the tears. "Yami...?"

"Just...go away. Haven't you already taken enough from me?"

The young woman didn't quite know what he meant, but his words seemed to make her angry all over again. "Fine, maybe I will." She exclaimed, putting her pants from the following night back on. "I don't really have anything else to say to you anyways." She found her bra and sweater and put them on as well.

Yami lay back down on the bed, keeping his gaze averted to the window. "Did you ever read those letters I sent you?" he questioned quietly, twirling a blonde bang between his fingers.

"What letters?"

"Those three letters that I sent to you from Egypt after we broke up. I sent one that summer, the summer after that, and then on your twenty-third birthday." He looked up at her curiously. "I never got a reply, but I'm presuming that you received them. Did you ever bother to read them? Or did you still hate me too much to bother?"

Anzu pursed her lips. She knew what letters he was speaking of now. The ones that were buried somewhere in the far corner of her closet. There was a box which they were placed in that she had put anything that had to do with Yami in. She hadn't looked at that box in years. "No...I never read them."

"Oh, okay then." The fashion designer nodded knowingly. "Then you wouldn't know what I was talking about." Finding his pajama shirt hanging off his desk chair, he threw it over his head to cover his bare chest. After that, he tossed a jacket at the brunette. "I thought you were leaving."

The blue eyed woman glared at him, taking the jacket in her arms. "I am." And without saying anything more, she stormed out of the room.

After she left, the door opened and Yugi stepped inside. Running over to his cousin's side, he embraced the older man tightly. "I'm sorry, Yami," he said, using his thumb to wipe the tears away.

Yami moved his head and rested it on the shorter's shoulder. "I'm such a fool," he said bitterly. "Why did I think that her feelings would change towards me? Why did I think that she would love me again?! Why?!" He clenched his fists together. "Why did I get my hopes up like that?"

Yugi tightened his hold on his cousin. "Yami...it's okay...Everything will be fine, don't worry."

The older nodded, hoping that the other would be right.

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Anzu walked slowly down the sidewalk, looking back towards the Kame Game Shop every few seconds. She felt horrible about saying all those mean things to Yami. She really hadn't meant them. She had just been so...angry and confused. Any other girl would feel the same way if she woke up in a bed with her ex boyfriend.

The thing was, though, that she knew she had been hitting on Yami the previous night. She remembered begging for him to kiss her, and she remembered everything else after that. She really had been the one to initiate what they did. But...she didn't want to accept that. She wanted to place the blame on someone else, because that would make the situation easier to forget.

That would make it easier for her to tell herself that she hadn't cheated on Seto. She needed to believe that she was the victim.

`Seto...I'm so sorry. I broke your trust in me. I did what I always vowed never to do.' She looked down at the pavement, tears blurring her vision. `How can I ever show my face to you again? How will things ever be the same?'

Wrapping her jacket tighter around herself, she inhaled deeply. A blush spread across her cheeks when she noticed that the coat smelled like pumpkin spice, just like Yami did.

`No! Don't think about him, Anzu! You're engaged! Engaged!'

Closing her clear blue eyes, she began walking again. She didn't understand why she was thinking about Yami now. She was mad at him. She shouldn't be thinking of him in an amorous way!

And I think you were telling the truth. I think that, deep down, you still do love me, Anzu.

"Do I...?" She shook her head. "No! No, I don't! I love Seto. I love Seto so much. I-I can't think about Yami!" Re-opening her eyes, Anzu took off down the street, hailing a taxi when she spotted one.

"Where to, little lady?"

Anzu wiped the tears from her eyes, putting her seatbelt on before giving the directions. "T-two five two one, Westbrook Ridge...the K-Kaiba mansion."

The cab driver nodded and started off in the direction of the house.

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Did you ever read those letters I sent you?

Anzu looked determinately down at the large, white plastic box. Taking it out of the closet, she placed it on her bed and then sat down in front of it. The box was labeled in pretty pink marker with the words "My Darkness.," and was decorated with stickers of hearts and stars.

A smile spread across the young woman's face. She had decided to make the box of memories of Yami right after they started going out. Yami had thought it was a stupid idea, but she secretly knew that he had his own little box filled with things of her in it.

Rummaging around, she pulled out random things. Pictures, the shirt he bad worn for Prom, and even a lock of his hair. She giggled, remembering that day when she asked him to cut a piece of his hair off for her. He had been reluctant since his hair was the thing he was most proud about on his body. She had finally been able to convince him when she offered to cut off a piece of her hair for him to make it fair.

Fingering the lock of hair, she was surprised that it still felt as soft as when it did ten years ago. Blinking, she threw the hair back in the box. `What am I doing? I was looking for the letters, remember?' Nodding, she dug to the bottom of the box, taking out three envelopes that were each addressed to her.

Ripping open the first one, she began to read.

Hey Anzu,

I hope you aren't still angry at me. I hope that you take the time to read this, because I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry if I made you upset. That was never my intention. I'm hoping that maybe we can forget all that and move on. I'm not saying that I want you to be with me again, because that would be selfish. If you don't want to be with me like that, I would completely understand. But I do hope that we can put the past behind us and still be friends. Because one of this things I cherished most about you was your friendship.

I really hope you're doing well in Japan. How are Jounouchi and Mai? Are they still together? I hope so. In case you are wondering, I'm doing pretty well in Egypt. I arrived last month, as you know, and I'm currently living with a nice woman named Isis Ishtar and her husband, Shadi. Isis is very nice. She's two years older than me and she helps run the Cairo museum. Her husband is unemployed because of his cancer. He's a really nice man though, and I'd like to think that we're friends. I think you'd get along well with them. You'd love Isis's brothers - Malik and Mariku - they're hilarious. They remind me of Honda and Jou.

Oh, and I have some good news. I got accepted into the TahriahAcademy. It's a fashion design school. I've already met someone who's going there. His name is Ryou Bakura, and we hit it off really well. He's studying interior design with his boyfriend, Bakura Hideyoshi.

Anyways, I really should be going. I'm going to the theatre with Ryou, Bakura, Mariku and Malik. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your friend,

Yami

Anzu smiled. That was definitely not hate mail. After reading the second letter, she began to feel guilty for not replying. What kind of person was she? A mean person, that's what kind. Here was her ex boyfriend, putting all his turmoil and heartache aside just so that they could maybe be friends still, and she had completely ignored him! She was going to throw the letters away!

Picking up the first one, she opened it and immediately noticed how much longer it was than the other two.

Anzu,

I guess this is it. You really did mean it when you said you never wanted to speak to me again. Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying, can you? Since you're probably not reading this anyways, I might as well not put anything else in this letter. But I'm going to anyways. I'm going to tell you the truth, since my last letter had a lie in it.

Anzu stopped reading when she heard someone calling her name. Throwing the letter back into the box and throwing the box under her bed, she hurriedly rushed out of her room.

`Oh no!' She thought when she saw Seto at the other end of the hallway. `What am I going to do? I-I can't tell him, can I? No! Definitely not!'

Seto came over, wrapping his arms around her waste and embracing her tightly. "I missed you," his confessed, kissing her cheek.

Anzu smiled, melting in his arms. "I missed you too." It was partially a lie, and she knew it.

And when he kissed her on the lips, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel as good as Yami's kisses.

`What's going on with me?!'