Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ Inside Out ( Chapter 8 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

Chapter Seven: Inside Out

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`Hello, you've reached the Kaiba Residence. If you're calling for Seto Kaiba, please press one. If you're calling for Mokuba Kaiba, please press two. If you're calling for Anzu Mazaki, please press three.'

Yami stared down at the phone in bewilderment. `These Kaiba people must be really special' he concluded. `To have three separate phone lines? Sheesh.' Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed the number three and waited.

`Hello, you've reached Anzu Mazaki's line. Sorry I'm not available take your call right now, but if you leave your name and number I'll be sure to get in touch with you back as soon as I can! Happy Holidays!'

There was a long beep, and then a computerized voice told Yami to leave a message. Sighing, he did as the voice told. "Hi Anzu, it's me...Yami. I've...um been trying to reach you on your cell phone for the past week but you never pick up. I...I really can't blame you if you don't want to talk to me. But I just wanted to apologize for everything that's happened. I really didn't mean for what happened to happen. Just know that...that I still would like to be your friend, if you'd let me, that is."

He paused for a moment, sighing once more. "Anyways, I guess that's about all. Please call me back if you get this message. You know the number. Um...bye..."

Yami quickly hung up the phone and threw it on his bed. Lying down, he pulled a pillow over his head and let out a frustrated screech. Sitting back up, he took a few breaths to calm himself down.

`This is ridiculous! I know she's angry at me, but she could at least pick up her damn phone and let me apologize!' He growled and stood up, walking over to his closet and rummaging through his many outfits. `I guess the only option left is a direct confrontation. I'll go to her, that way she can't hide from me.'

Nodding his head, the fashion designer yanked a pair of fitting black pants off their hanger. Then he found a white, tight, low-cut sweater and some leather boots to match. Changing into his outfit, he grabbed his black leather jacket and exited his room.

Walking casually down the stairs, he stopped when he saw Rebecca and Yugi on the couch together. Rolling his eyes as the two started to go overboard with their kissing; he innocently knocked on the wall above their heads. "Uh, I don't mean to `disrupt the moment' or anything, but Yugi, can I ask you a favor?"

Yugi, trying to overcome his embarrassment, sat up straight on the couch. He wiped the corner of his mouth and then looked up at his elder cousin. "Uh...y-yeah?" he said, his cheeks still burning a bright red color.

Yami chuckled, leaning against the archway to the living room. "I need to borrow your car. Do you mind?"

The amethyst-eyed young man shook his head. "No, but try to have it back by seven. I'm taking Rebecca out for dinner."

The Egyptian nodded. "Will do." He ruffled the younger male's hair and smirked. "Don't do anything naughty while I'm gone." And with that said, he grabbed the car keys off of the coffee table and left the house.

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"Alright now, let's try one more time. You almost have the scene down perfectly. Let's start from Rome and Juliet's meeting." Anzu picked up her clipboard and sat down on a plastic chair. "Kenji, if you would begin with your line?"

The black haired boy nodded, turning to the correct page in his script. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He took a blonde haired girl by the hand and led her to center stage.

The blonde smiled. "Dear pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

Anzu scribbled some notes down on her clipboard, causing the two on stage to stop their acting. "Kenji, Toni, I didn't tell you to stop," she said to them. "Carry on; I'm just jotting some stage directions."

Toni nodded. "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray. Grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

Anzu mouthed along with Toni's words; knowing that the blonde always confused her lines at this part in the scene. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake," She whispered, smiling when the girl playing Juliet said the line perfectly for once. She clapped her hands, not noticing someone walk up behind her.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."

The brown haired woman jumped, her clipboard falling to the floor. The students in the room looked up from what they were doing, seeing their teacher pink in the face and a handsome tri-haired man standing behind her with a small smile on his face.

Anzu composed herself and a scowl formed on her face. "What are you doing here?! H-how did you get here?!"

The man grinned, taking a step closer to her. "I just wanted to talk to you. You've been avoiding me all week and it's really starting to tick me off. As for how I got here, I looked up the address in the directory."

Some of the female students gazed at Yami dreamily, each wondering how old he was and if he was seeing someone or not. Anzu huffed; fixing her slightly messed up hair. "You have no business coming here. I'm trying to teach a class."

Yami stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "I don't know, they sounded pretty good to me." He looked her over, grinning when he recognized her outfit as one of his designs. "I just need to talk to you for a minute."

"Well I don't want to talk to you, Yami."

The Egyptian grabbed her arm, bringing her to face him. "Come on," he pleaded. "I know you're angry with me, but I really want to sort this whole mess out. I...I've tried calling you both on your cell phone and at home, but you're deliberately ignoring my calls. I really want to make up with you. I want us to be friends again."

The brunette smiled weakly. `Damn,' she cursed. `Why does he have to look so cutely pathetic?' Sighing, she nodded. "Alright, alright. Follow me." She led him out of the auditorium and into the hallway. Locking the door behind her, she pressed him against the wall. "Now what did you want to say to me?"

Yami bit his lip. "I just...wanted to apologize." He turned them around so that her back was now pressed against the wall. "And I think you owe me and apology too."

"For what?" she asked, glaring the best she could at him. "You're the one who took advantage of me."

"But you're the one who initiated it! God, Anzu, you were so drunk and you were hanging all over me!" The crimson-eyed man lowered his voice, taking a deep breath. "Look, our arguing isn't helping at all. What do you say we just forget about it?"

Anzu shook her head angrily. "I can't just forget about it!"

"Then what do you suppose we do?!"

The blue-eyed woman frowned. She scratched her arm as she thought, idly looking over the outfit Yami had on. She had to admit, he looked extremely handsome. His navy shirt was tight so it showed off every muscle in his arms and stomach, and also cut low enough to reveal some of his tanned chest. Blushing, she averted her gaze to the floor. "I...I don't know." Her heart fluttered slightly when he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Anzu," the tri haired man whispered, hanging his head slightly, "I don't want to lose you again. It almost killed me the first time. Even if I can't be with you in any romantic type of way, I would still like to be your friend." His hand fell from her shoulder and ran down the length of her arm until it reached her hand and he interlaced their fingers. "Please don't leave me again, Zoo."

Anzu closed her eyes, wondering why her heart was racing the way it was. Her breathing suddenly became more rapid as she realized how close together they were standing. Yami leaning in as he currently was wasn't making things any better, and neither was the fact that his cool breath was ghosting across her neck, either.

"Anzu?" Yami leaned his face forward, releasing her hand and putting it on the wall in front of him. "A-are you alright?" he question, voice laced with concern.

The brunette mumbled a response and then quickly raised her head. Her eyes widened slightly, not realizing that the other's face was right there. Her heart almost stopped when their lips pressed lightly together. `Oh my God...' Her eyes widened even further when she, seeming to loose control over her own body, pressed her lips more forcefully against his.

The Egyptian young man let out a small noise in the back of his throat, but he made no attempt to pull away. He closed his eyes when he felt her arms wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

The kiss deepened, fueled by some sort of hidden passion from both parties. Anzu didn't know what was going on with her. One minute she was loathing Yami, the next she was kissing him. She groaned as the kiss became deeper. Her eyes slipped closed again as she pressed her body against the other's, her hands finding their way to his hair and tangling themselves within the smooth, multi-colored tresses.

Why was it about his kisses that made her so light-headed? What was it about his smile that made her feel as though she was melting?

What was it about Yami that made her want to love him again?

The sound of glass crashing on the tile floor made Anzu's azure orbs snap back open. Ripping away from Yami, she turned in the direction of the noise. She gasped, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. "S-Seto...!"

The brown haired man stared at his fiancé in total disbelief. Looking between her and the tanned man she was with, he scowled. "What the hell is this?" he demanded, avoiding the broken flower vase on the floor and stepping closer to the pair.

The brown haired woman bit her lip. "Seto, it isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

"What do you mean `isn't what it looks like'? I think it's exactly what it looks like, Anzu." Seto growled. "How the hell could I have been so stupid? I should have known the other day when you said you were going out with a male friend that you were nothing more than a lousy two-timer!" He grabbed her left hand. "So tell me, how long has this been going on?!" he questioned, about to take the engagement ring from her finger.

Yami quickly placed a hand on Seto's to keep him from removing the ring. "Nothing's been going on," he informed. "I just came to visit Anzu and tell her that I was going home in a few days." He brought his hand back to his side, a sad look on his face. "And that kiss was my fault. You see, Mr. Kaiba, I'm in love with your fiancé. I dated her back in high school and I never really got over her, even though we broke up so long ago."

He smiled a forced smile. "Anzu loves you more that anything and would never cheat on you. If you're going to blame anyone, blame me. I overstepped my boundaries, and I apologize to both of you." He bowed his head slightly and excused himself. Then he walked down the opposite side of the hallway towards the elevators.

The brown haired lawyer sighed. He kissed Anzu's hand gently. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

Anzu nodded, tears in her eyes. Why had Yami done that for her?

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Isis sat at home, reading a bedtime story to Sagira and Mosi, when suddenly the telephone rang. Putting the book down on the nightstand, she left the room and answered the cordless phone in the kitchen. "Hello, Ishtar residence?"

"Isis...I'm glad you're home. I was afraid you'd be out."

The Egyptian woman blinked, recognizing the voice to be Yami's. "Atemu, what's wrong? You sound so sad."

Yami sighed loudly on the other end of the line. "I've just been having a real bad day. Real bad week, actually." He let out a strained laugh. "Anyways, I just wanted to call to see how you were doing."

Isis smiled, walking down the hall towards her children's bedroom. "I'm fine, thank you."

"How are Sagira and Mosi doing?"

"They're doing great." The black haired woman chuckled. "Sagira keeps that little blue puppy with her everywhere she goes." She stopped walking outside the door of the bedroom. "They're still up; would you like to speak to them?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Isis nodded. "Before I let you talk to them...I want you to know that I told them the truth." She waited patiently as Yami let out a bunch of angry noises. "They needed to know and, since I was so angry with you for leaving, I just let it out. They had already figured it out anyways, in their own little way."

Yami let out what sounded like a growl. "Alright, fine. I was planning on letting them know when I came back, anyways."

Isis opened the door and stepped inside, a smile on her face. "Kids, daddy is on the phone."

Sagira sat up in her bed, her arms outstretched and reaching for the telephone in her mother's hands. "I wanna talk to daddy!" she wined, kicking her feet when Mosi got the phone first. She pouted and waited, a smile spreading across her face when Mosi got finished. "Daddy!" She squealed, hugging the phone tightly.

"Hi Sagira. How are you doing, my angel?"

The blonde little girl giggled. "I'm okay. Mommy took us to the museum today because we didn't have school!"

Yami chuckled. "She did? Was it fun?"

"Yeah! We got to see all the mummies!"

The tri-haired man laughed again. "Well look, Sagira. Daddy can only stay on the phone for a few more minutes because its long distance, but I want you to know that I'll be coming home next week."

The blonde girl let out another squeal. "Yeah! You won't miss Christmas this year!"

"I told you I wouldn't. Now, can I talk to mommy again real quick?"

"Yup. Love you daddy!"

"I love you too, my little angel."

Sagira blew kisses into the phone, giggling when Yami returned them. Then she handed the phone back to her mother.

Isis was practically beaming. This was what she had always wanted from Yami. For him to act like a real father to their children. Maybe he realized that she had been right while on his trip in Japan. Taking the telephone back from the little girl, she smiled. "Atemu, when are you coming home?" she questioned.

Yami answered her, telling her that he booked his flight for the upcoming Thursday. "I can't wait to see you all again."

"We can't wait to see you either." The blue-eyed woman replied, leaning against the green-painted wall of the bedroom. She paused for a moment, clearing her throat. "Atemu...I love you." She closed her eyes, wondering what he would say to that.

Yami didn't answer for a few moments. And then, Isis could almost see the shy smile form on his face. "I know...I love you as well, Isis. Give the kids a goodnight kiss for me."

She hung up the phone, her heart feeling as though it would burst from happiness. Even though she knew Yami didn't mean the words the ways she had, it was still some form of romantic affection toward her. They were now one step closer...one step closer to becoming the family they always should have been.