A.N.: Well, here's the rest of chapter 4….aheh. Sorry about that, folks. I'll probably put the two pieces together later on, but for now, it's just going up to be up. Enjoy…?
Whenever I say your name, I'm already praying,
I'm already filled with a joy that I can't explain
Wherever I lay me down,
Wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
whenever I hurt and cry,
whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say your name,
Whenever I say it loud,
I'm already praying
"Wwhhhaaaattttt!" Came the moan as the dancer slammed the button down on the intercom.
"Anzu, could you come down to my office for a moment?" Came the soft response from her landlord. Groaning, Anzu gave an affirmative reply before rolling her eyes and slipping on her shoes. Mumbling to herself, she exited her apartment and made her way down the hallway to the elevator, numbly wandering what more anyone could want from her.
In the six hours after her rude awakening, the teen had received numerous calls and visits. And while she loved the company and her friends, she was tired of playing hostess and running back and forth between respective doors and elevators. At three in the afternoon, she had taken her phone off the hook, slipped into worn jeans and a tank top, and settled down to watch tapes of Desperate Housewives lent to her by a local friend.
And an hour and a half later, she was again roused, this time by her sweet, friendly landlord, who just happened to call at all the wrong times.
It was shortly after she entered the elevator that she realized that she'd left her chicken laying on the coffee table, and Nickolai was sure to have it picked clean by the time she got back up. Giving another moan, the girl started to listlessly beat her head against the wall of the car, wishing that she could just go to bed.
Where the hell was the twit?
Seto, while having learned patience from his younger brother, was still not a small-talk man; the landlord had given up the niceties and gone back to his paperwork for over five minutes before the paged girl had actually entered the office.
"Mikhail, the elevator's doing that weird thing again; you know, where it's slow to start, and th-" The dancer cut herself off as she caught sight of Seto sitting in her building, looking at her with a well-hidden bemused expression. She couldn't help but gape, and the C.E.O. took the opportunity to sneak in a remark.
"I am well aware of the structure of the inside of your mouth, Miazaki. You can shut it, now."
A squeak exited the girl's mouth before it shut with an audible snap, and her cheeks colored a dangerous shade of red.
"That was rude, Kaiba." She ground out, catching the raised eyebrows of her landlord. Glaring at the lengthy figure seemingly completely relaxed in the chair in front of her, she gave a nod to the blonde man behind the desk, motioned to Seto, and walked out of the office without another look back.
A smirk graced the visitor's mouth as he followed her to the elevator.
As soon as the doors of the elevator shut, the smaller occupant turned on the taller.
"Seto Kaiba, what the hell are you doing here! Don't you have a multi-BILLION dollar business to run?"
"Miazaki, as lovely as it would be to finish my business and say what I need to say to you here and now, I believe our…arrangement would be better handled in privacy."
"What arrangement, Kaiba? You know, after that little stunt you pulled with that money order, you're lucky I didn't have Mikhail just throw you out of the building! I mean, I TOLD you I didn't want that money, and that I was fine, and that-" She was cut off by a gentlemanly motion for her to exit the car before the male occupant, and she noticed that the doors had opened.
Fuming and silently leading the way to her apartment, Anzu made a list of questions that were to be fired at Seto in rapid succession the minute her door was shut. Yanking the keys out of her pocket, she quickly opened the door, waited for Seto to follow her in, and turned to shut the door as she was pulling off her shoes.
"Seto, really, I'm fine, and you really have some gall coming down here to pressure me to take your money, when I said I don't want it."
As Anzu turned to face her visitor, she was startled as two hands slipped into her back pockets and her body was pulled flush against a harder one.
"Miazaki, shut up."
And then he kissed her.
A.N.: If anyone hasn't noticed, I'm partial to Russian names. I can't help myself, they're just pretty. Wwaie. Sorry about the whole 'not updating' fiasco; Packing for college is taking over my life. Ugh.