Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

 

Chapter Eleven: Deck the Halls

 

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

 

Anzu stood in the hall that the Christmas ball was going to be held in last night. The room truly looked beautiful. The roof was decorated with hanging snowflakes and stars. Hanging from the windows were fake icicles. In the middle of the large hall there was a huge tree, adorned with big ornaments, garland, and tinsel. The angel at the top almost scraped the ceiling.

 

“Oh no, Nikko!” She ran over to the Spanish man and took the mistletoe from his hand. “This is supposed to go over the entryways only.”

 

Nikko smiled and shook his head. “My mistake, Madam,” he said, bowing respectfully before moving the mistletoe to the entrance of the room.

 

Anzu nodded her head approvingly, and moved forward to check on how the rest of the staff was doing. She gasped when Seto wrapped his arms around her. “You scared me.”

 

“I've been doing that a lot lately, it seems,” Seto replied, kissing her ear. “So, what are you doing down here? Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed? The guests will be arriving at seven.”

 

The blue-eyed woman gasped. “Seven? Are you serious?” She looked at her watch, eyes widening. “That's only three hours from now! I still have to shower and everything!”

 

“Better get on that then, hm?”

 

The brunette nodded, reaching up and placing a small kiss on Seto's lips. “Okay, I love you! See you in a few hours!” And with that she pulled away, racing out of the ballroom and towards the main house where the bedrooms were located.

 

Seto rolled his eyes, watching his fiancé hurriedly exit. He rubbed the back of his hair, a smile on his face. `What's with women and needing hours upon hours to get ready? I'll never understand...'

 

OOOOOO

 

“Daddy! Daddy, look! I got the dress on without mommy's help!”

 

Sagira ran into the bedroom, seeing her father standing before his body-length mirror while doing up his necktie. Moving forward, he leapt at him and wrapped her arms tightly around his middle, pressing her face against his lower back.

 

Yami turned around and smiled at his daughter. “Good job, Sagira,” he complemented, getting down on his knee so he could see eye level with her. He chuckled, seeing that her bow was still undone. “Turn around, angel, let me tie the bow for you.”

 

The little girl nodded her head, allowing him to quickly and expertly tie the ribbon on the dress into a big bow. She then beamed up at him and looked at herself in the mirror. “I look so pretty! I wish I could dress up like this every day!” She said, admiring the red dress.

 

Yami nodded his head. “You look very pretty...I bet you'll be the most beautiful woman at the party tonight.”

 

Sagira giggled, her cheeks turning pink. “Daddy!” she called, jumping up and down excitedly. “Daddy, you have to dance with me tonight! Please?”

 

The Egyptian man chuckled, smiling widely as he pinched the girl's nose, causing her to burst out into a fit of laughter. “I wouldn't dream of having any other dance partner but you.”

 

The blonde grinned and hugged her father tightly. She then pulled away, hearing Isis call her from down the hall. “Oh yeah! Mommy has to do my hair still!” She ran out of the bedroom and into the adjoined bathroom where her mother was waiting with a hair tie.

 

Yami closed the door softly after her, moving back over to his mirror. His smile suddenly turned into a frown. He was so happy that his family was there in Japan with him, but he was so scared about the party tonight. He had told Anzu that he was bringing several guests with him when he had called to say that he had changed his mind about the party, but he hadn't told her that the ones he was bringing were his family.

 

“What will she say...?” he wondered aloud. “What will she think of me?” He sighed, running a hand through his thick hair. “Why should it matter what she thinks? It's not as if she's considering getting back together with me...so she can't exactly use this against me in any way. So it shouldn't make a difference, right? I love my children, so it shouldn't make a difference what others think.”

 

Yami sat down heavily on his bed. Burying his face in his hands, he let out a strained groan.

 

“Atemu?”

 

Crimson eyes blinked open, focusing on the black-haired woman that stood at the foot of the bed. Yami sat up straight, looking Isis over. Now, he wouldn't lie to himself. Isis looked very beautiful indeed dressed in a long, green evening gown. It brought him straight back to the days when they had their affair, for the dress was similar to what she had been wearing that night.

 

A bright blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck at the thought of that night. Standing up, the fashion designer forced a smile onto his face. “Isis,” he whispered, taking a small step forward. “You look very lovely.”

 

The Egyptian woman flushed, raising a delicate hand to cover her pink cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered in response. “You look very handsome as well, Atemu. I like the green shirt on you.” She looked to the floor, feeling the air around them become thick. “Um...I just came to tell you that we're all ready to go. We're just waiting for you.”

 

Yami nodded and grabbed his jacket from the back of his desk chair. “Let's go then,” he said, offering her his free hand. She took it and he led her out of the room and down the stairs.

 

OOOOOOOO

 

Anzu stood by the entrance of the ballroom, greeting guests as they arrived. Lots of the people she didn't know, as they were business associates of Seto's, so she was always extremely happy when one of her friends came through the doors.

 

“Anzu! Wow, Hun, you look amazing!”

 

Anzu smiled at Mai as she wobbled over. She was actually surprised that the blonde had to wear a maternity dress. She was actually showing! Anzu felt skinny for a moment, but then her eyes widened. “Oh gosh, Mai. When is the baby due?”

 

The violet-eyed woman shrugged her shoulders, appearing nonchalant as she rested a hand over her stomach. “At the end of the month. Probably early January,” she explained. “You never know, the doctor always changes his mind every time I visit him.”

 

“So do you think its okay for you to be here?”

 

Mai rolled her eyes. “Anzu, I wouldn't miss a party! You seem to have forgotten that I do anything to be at a party!”

 

Jounouchi sighed, resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. “I told her to stay home, but she said she'd come even if she went into to labor during the dinner...”

 

Anzu chuckled. “O-Okay then...well, glad you could make it.”

 

The two blondes nodded and walked further into the ballroom to greet other old friends.

 

Anzu leaned against the entryway and sighed. When was Yami going to arrive? She knew it was wrong, but she was really anxious to see him. She giggled slightly, wrapping her arms loosely around herself. She wondered what he was going to be wearing.

 

`Whatever it is, I'm sure he'll look phenomenal as usual. He's a fashion designer; he can't look bad in anything.'

 

She looked down at her expensive new dress. She had made it her mission to by a designer Hieroglyphics gown for the Christmas party. The dress was beautiful, colored white with a greenish tint to it that shone whenever she stood directly under the light. It was strapless, and done up intricately in the back, with straps zigzagging across her shoulders and down her spine.

 

It was truly a one-of-a-kind dress. She really had to thank Seto later for buying it for her.

 

Anzu looked to the doors when she heard a car pull up. A smile spread across her face. She knew that car...it was Yugi Mutou's! So that meant that Yami would be arriving now as well.

 

Moving over to the entrance, her heart began to race as the car doors opened and Yugi, Yami, and two other blonde men stepped out. Azure eyes softened as they landed on the taller of the two tri-haired men. He just seemed too perfect as he stood by the passenger's side of the car, dressed in a dark green dress shirt and black dress pants.

 

`Oh, Yami...'

 

Anzu blinked as Yami leaned down and opened the passenger door of the vehicle. Something inside her seemed to shatter as the slender hand of a beautiful black haired woman took his and he helped her out of the car.

 

`A date..? Is that his girlfriend?' Anzu wondered, her heart sinking. Her eyes widened even further when two blonde children, a boy and a girl, hopped out of the car and grasped onto each of Yami's long legs. `K-kids?!' Suddenly, the words he had whispered in the mall the other day came back.

 

“I don't want to miss another Christmas with my children again this year.”

 

She hadn't heard wrong. Those were Yami's children...he was really a father. And the pretty black haired woman must've been the mother. No wonder she and Yami looked so close.

 

Anzu looked away, feeling tears form in her eyes. Why was this making her so sad? Why did she care if Yami had a family or not? It's not as though she were still together with him. No, she wasn't even considering that. She couldn't consider that, it would break Seto's heart. Besides she did have Seto. She was going to marry and start a family of her own with Seto Kaiba. Who cared if Yami had kids?

 

The butler, Mr. Ren, opened the door for the newly arriving guests. Yami thanked him and bowed politely, leading the woman and the two children with him. He stopped suddenly when he noticed the brunette woman standing not too far away. A wave of fear briefly clouded his bright eyes, and he turned his gaze to the floor. This was it...whether Anzu had read the last letter or not, it didn't matter. Now she'd know the truth.

 

Isis suddenly spoke. “You must be Ms. Mazaki,” she said, letting go of the Egyptian male's hand. “I've heard so much about you.” She held out a hand in greeting.

 

Anzu's eyebrows rose slightly, wondering what the other woman had meant by that last remark. She took the other's hand and shook it gently, a fake smile on her lips. “Yes, I'm Anzu Mazaki.” She suddenly frowned, looking from the woman to Yami. “I'm sorry, but I haven't heard anything about you.”

 

The tanned woman chuckled. “Well, isn't that just like men to never introduce anyone besides themselves? I'm Isis Ishtar, Atemu's housemate. These are my brothers,” he pointed to the two blonde men. “Mariku and Malik. And these are my and Yami's children, which I'm sure he's already told you all about. The girl is Sagira, and the boy is Mosi.”

 

The brunette nodded, going along with it. “They're adorable, they really are.” She grinned cheekily, pointing to Mosi. “This one looks just like his father, spiky blonde hair and all.”

 

Mariku's eyes widened and he turned to the fashion designer, tugging on his hair. “Your hair's blonde?!”

 

Yami rolled his eyes and swatted the man's hand away. He then returned his focus on Anzu. “Sorry we're a bit late. It was hell trying to get everyone ready and to have everyone fit in the car. Oh,” he motioned outside. “Yugi will be coming inside in a minute. He's instructing the valet parker on what to do with the car, since it's `his baby' and all.”

 

Anzu chuckled. “Typical of Yugi, I suppose. He always did love his cars.” She looked back to the rest of the group. “Feel free to go on inside, the party has already started. There should be a table marked `Mutou' that will have a seat set up for each of you.” She motioned to the ballroom and the others began to go on in.

 

Yami stayed behind, telling Sagira and Mosi that he'd be in later. Fixing his crimson eyes on the brunette, he watched as she made her way over with an angry look on her face.

 

“Kids?! Yami, why did you never tell me that you had kids?!”

 

“I-I—”

 

“You what?!” Anzu hissed. “You didn't think it was important to tell me? Or were you going to tell me after you left to go home?!”

 

“No!” Yami said, grabbing her shoulders to stop her from saying anything else ridiculous. “I did tell you, in the last letter I sent. I told you everything.”

 

The brunette looked up at him, her eyes tearing slightly. “What?”

 

“I told you the truth, how my last letter had a lie in it. Shadi had died from his disease, and because I was still heartbroken by you and Isis was heartbroken by the thought of losing a loved one, we thought that what we did was the right thing to do. We had an affair, and she got pregnant with Sagira and Mosi. But in the letter, I also said that I don't care if you look down on me because of it. I'm happy to be a father, Anzu, I really am,” Yami explained, looking at her intently. “I'm not happy about the way I became a father, but I still am happy to have Sagira and Mosi in my life. Even though...even though they aren't from the woman I truly love,” he raised a hand to touch her cheek. “I still love them as if they were.”

 

Anzu flushed, stepping away from him. “Maybe you should just go inside.” She smiled, still not believing anything that was going on. “I'm sure Isis is waiting for you.”

 

“Anzu, why are you being like this?” Yami questioned. “It's not like you're still in love with me. You made it perfectly clear that you're not. You have Seto, and I respect the fact that you're with him now. But I know there's still something that you feel towards me, despite all that has happened between us, and despite the fact that I have Sagira and Mosi. One of these days, you're going to have to choose between who you want to share your life with, Anzu.”

 

He leaned forward slowly, brushing his lips against hers lightly. Then he pointed to the ceiling where a stalk of mistletoe hung. Pulling away, he thanked her for inviting him and walked slowly inside to rejoin the others. Anzu watched after him, pressing a hand against her lips. She wanted Yami; she really did, even though this whole mess had happened. But she still loved Seto.

 

`I don't want to choose between them...but I must...'