Triangle   von Tea_Kaiba
                (Faultshipping, sort of (Seto x Anzu x Mokuba))
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         Kapitel 1: Your silence is your biggest scream - Mokuba's POV
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There are some things Mokuba thought could never happen to him. 
One of them is falling in love with an elder woman. 
Quite another, and still more seemingly impossible, is actually not speaking to
his big brother any more. 
And yet, all of this happened – at once.  

Not exactly all at once, of course. 
It started when Mokuba had just turned seventeen and discovered how utterly
unbearable life can be. 
He didn’t even really know why. 
He just felt it was. 
Of course, Seto would insist on him seeing a psychologist. Seto had always been
more than ready to do whatever he could to make sure Mokuba was well, safe and
happy, even if he had to deny himself a lot for that purpose. Turning to Mazaki
Anzu for help had seemed quite reasonable - after all, they had been something
like friends before the whole gang (safe for Mokuba, Shizuka, and, if you want
to count her in, Rebecca) had finished school and fallen apart. There were some
things that just wouldn’t have to be explained to Anzu. The way he felt about
Seto, for instance. Or how Seto felt about him. 
She knew. 
She understood. 
Always had. 

And they’d always known she had some talent for this kind of thing, long
before she decided to study psychology - after all, she had talked Honda and
Jonouchi out of bullying younger students. 
With a little help of Yuugi’s alter ego. 
But whatever. 
So Isono was told to call her and make an appointment on account of Kaiba
Mokuba. 

She hadn’t been surprised to meet him, after all this time. 
“Guess it’s in your genes – or else you just can’t help it, with all
those things you had to pull through. Told your brother he had to go and see
someone for ages. He wouldn’t listen, of course. Have a seat.” 
Why, of course Seto would not listen to her – he rarely listened to anyone,
except for Mokuba, on rare occasions, and Yuugi, on even rarer ones. That was
how it started. 

She did a good job, in some way. Managed to put his world back into place,
before she – unconsciously – turned it upside down again. 
Mokuba wouldn’t touch a drop of alcohol for some time, like he had started to.
Unfortunately, soon enough all he would do was touching her instead – in his
dreams. 

Seto couldn’t have helped noticing the change. Of course, he noticed how quiet
Mokuba had grown, when he never used to stop talking before, provided he could
get hold of his brother for once. But it was still ok then. Mokuba still hoped,
and they still talked, about anything but Anzu, because that was something he
wouldn´t talk about even to his brother, as much as he loved him. That was
before Seto also started hoping, and for a time, they hardly spoke – or,
rather, argued – about anything but Anzu. 
And it was way before they stopped talking altogether. 

He still can’t tell how, exactly, it happened. 
Seto never fell in love before – and Mokuba still doubts he ever will fall in
love, but there’s definitely something about Anzu he… wants. Not in the way
he usually wants women. For, being Kaiba Seto, of course he has had his share of
women. Obviously it was enough for him that she started to hang around even
after he stopped transferring the equal of a whole monthly salary to her account
every thirty days or so. Enough to make him realize, for the first time, there
was something more about women than sex. 

The first evening was bizarre, really. With Seto walking past and telling him:
“I’m going out with Anzu tonight. Don’t wait for me.” 
Just like that. Like there wasn’t anything wrong with it. And for Seto, there
wasn’t, of course. He still didn’t have a clue about Mokubas real motives
for inviting her over all the time – he probably even thought Mokuba was
trying to set them up together. It wouldn’t have been the first time for him
to try something like that. Seto didn’t come home that night, of course.
Still, Mokuba doesn’t think he had her, either then or later. 
Anzu had made it more than clear that she wasn’t going to sleep with anyone
she didn’t love, and that she didn’t love Seto any more than she did Mokuba.

It was just that Seto couldn’t admit a failure. 
Not even, or especially not, to his little brother. 
Not even by sleeping at home when he had practically told him that he
wouldn’t.

Sometimes he thinks he just ought to move back into the mansion and tell both of
them that it’s ok, he doesn’t love Anzu any more, and they could marry and
live happily ever after, for all he cared. 
But lying, actually lying to Seto is the one thing he never managed to do. 
Oh, he became clever enough at inventing other ways to sidestep his brothers
rules. 
But lying is different, and he knows he couldn’t even do it for Seto’s sake.

He thinks he ought to, though. 
Thinks of all the sacrifices Seto has made for him. Of endless hours of study,
of Gozaburo in a rage, and no toys permitted anywhere near the future heir of
Kaiba Corporation. Of nights spent without sleep because one particular form had
to be turned in the next day, otherwise, it would be back to the orphanage for
Kaiba Mokuba. 
Of so many things. 

If there’s one person in the world Mokuba would really like to see happy,
it’s his brother.

But what good could a lie like that do, even if he could bring himself to tell
it? Anzu wouldn’t love Seto any more for that. She would probably be relieved,
yes, if she had only one of them left to bother with.  
But he doesn’t love her enough to give up on her just for her convenience. 
Not quite yet. 

So, instead of thinking about his responsibility to give up Anzu, he usually
turns to asking himself why he even loves her. Sure, she’s a wonderful girl
– woman, actually –, but he knows lots of nice girls. So why Anzu?
Part of it is probably because she looks at him and sees a person, a real
individual. 
Not Kaiba Seto’s younger brother. 
Not the youngest member of the Kaiba family. 
Not the vice president of Kaiba Corp. 
Not one of the people in Muto Yuugis inner circle. 
Not even a classmate or fellow duelist. 
Just him. 
Mokuba. 
Of course, she thinks of him in terms of what he is, too. And part of those are
all the clichés that make him second best every time when compared to Seto, a
fact that made Mokuba angry and jealous even while he still desperately adored
his big brother. 
Others, however, show him as an individual, as well. More than that, they prove
all the things they have lived through together. 
He’s the guy that got kidnapped by Marik along with her. 
He’s the one that cheated Yugi back in Duelist Kingdom, but luckily she seems
to be more amused than angry about that now. 
Also, he’s the guy that once wore the gown of princess Adena, a thing he
doesn’t like to be reminded of, but as long as it’s Anzu, that’s fine with
him. 

Ironically, he thinks, Seto likes her for quite the opposite. 
He may not admit it, but he’s quite comfortable with the idea of being
considered part of what he calls that “pathetic little circle of friends”. 
At least that’s what it looks like to Mokuba. Trouble is, Jonouchi and Honda
were never that keen on calling the elder Kaiba one of their friends, and Yuugi
tried to, but always seemed to wait for him to admit that he is. 
Anzu, on the other hand, just decided he was, whether he wanted it or not. 

That’s just the way it is with Anzu. 
She captivates people, draws them closer, often voluntarily, and sometimes
without intending to do so. 

Like she did the Kaiba brothers.



                    Kapitel 2: Climate Change - Seto´s POV
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He doesn’t know whether he loves her. 
And not knowing something he’d like to know is one of the things that make
Kaiba Seto absolutely furious. 
So he chose to tell himself it has to be love, that makes the whole thing
easier, for, though he would have preferred to call it a transitory passion in
any other case, love at least gives him some sort of an excuse for not speaking
to Mokuba any more. A bad, fucked up sort of excuse, but he has learned to live
with second bests. 
Like being adopted by the most influential man he could find as opposed to
living with his parents. 
Like producing toys instead of ever having had a childhood himself.

But deep down inside, he still doesn’t know.


After all, he doesn’t even recall her favorite food, so he carefully avoids
taking her out for dinner, and leaves that – much as he hates it – to
Mokuba, who always will remember random stuff like that.

He doesn’t feel little butterflies inside his stomach every time they meet,
never has.

He doesn’t blush when he sees her.

He doesn’t want to tell her how he couldn’t live without her any more.

And he most certainly doesn’t want everyone to know that this is true,
nonetheless.



But, oh, he does remember how perfectly sparkling her eyes get whenever she
shouts at him.

He does feel his stomach turn into a hard lump inside him every time he sees
her, and that’s not the only thing about him that will turn hard at a mere
glance of hers.

He does like to see her blush because of him, even if it is in anger.

He does know life without her would be desolate, after all this time, and he so
wants her to admit she feels the same about him, even if it would mean to hear
that she feels the same way about Mokuba, too.

And most of all, he wants all the world to know that she is his girl.
Only his.



Which, of course, she is less than any other girl he ever had, though she is
probably the one that cares most about him. He’s not blind, he knows that most
of the others either fell for his looks or his money, some for both, and the few
of them that really believed they cared simply didn’t know him well enough to
do so. 
And even while he still regarded her as Yuugis annoying cheerleader, he was
perfectly aware that Anzu knew him a great deal better than any living person,
except for Mokuba, Isono and Yuugi – he could have listed Katsuya and the
other moron, too, but he doesn’t count sidekicks and their sidekicks. Nor does
he count psychics that might or might not have read his mind using weird antique
items.

Thing is, Anzu wouldn’t be his girl even if she were, she’s too much of a
personality herself, though she is good at hiding it. Just because she chose to
stand by her friends come what may, and to sort out other peoples lives, she
doesn’t depend on them to have one. 
He never met a girl – or any person at all – who was capable of releasing
such an enormous amount of small talk in so short a time, while being that
clever, witty and actually funny. 
Who even knew that small talk could be funny? 
He didn’t.

Not before he tried to date Anzu.

Tried to, because you couldn’t really call it a date. He went through the
whole program he could come up with to impress her, but she just wouldn’t
change her attitude of polite, even sincere, interest and friendliness into
something else, something more. 
Normally, he has them pining for more after a short coffee break at Starbucks,
for her, even a whole dinner (no candles, it was still afternoon, and it being
their first date, he didn’t have to know her favorite dishes) and a
spectacular sunset viewed from the gigantic panorama window of his office on top
of Kaiba Corporation Tower wouldn’t do.

Oh, she would tell him it was a wonderful meal they had had, and that she loved
that view of Domino. But she didn’t imply that that made him any greater in
her eyes, and to be honest, he had to admit she was right. This wasn’t the way
he would really want to impress a girl, showing off his fortune and his company.
But then, he didn’t know any other way, and why couldn’t she just see that
he was trying to make it nice for both of them?



And then, he actually tried to kiss her. He rarely kissed, except when he
already had someone pushed against the next best flat surface, ready to be
taken. He wouldn’t even call that a real kiss. It’s part of the sex,
somehow. With Anzu, he wanted to share something different, true, even – and
he had been rejected.

Rejected, at least, was how he felt, though she was gentle enough. She simply
put her hand – soft, warm fingers, shiny nails that didn´t require any polish
– on his chest and said “No.”, in a tone so firm, yet so unbelievably
soft, it almost sounded like she had said the opposite. 
Then, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the door, not without pausing to
thank him again for the splendid evening she had had, and bid him a good night.

“Take care.”



Take care?
He never did anything else in his life, for heavens sake.

Took care of himself, of his company, and, most of all, of Mokuba.

Now, for the first time, he wants nothing but lose himself in some happy moment.

Just to find, once more, that happiness is not for him.

For a transitory passion, this is getting way to serious.



                   Kapitel 3: Just a lucky girl - Anzu´s POV
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Mazaki Anzu has never wanted to be famous, except maybe for her dancing, but she
gave up that plan a long time ago. If she had a choice now, she’d just meet
the man of her dreams (whoever he may be, she doesn’t know exactly) and settle
down to have a little house, or at least a nice apartment of her own, instead of
that tiny little flat she has now, get pregnant and work five days a week. 

The way it is, she hasn’t found her perfect soul mate yet, instead she gets
lots of attention and fame she doesn’t care about. 

Its not her fault, she tells herself, but its no one else’s fault, either, and
that doesn’t make it better. If she wanted to blame anyone, she’d have to go
for her parents, probably, for putting her into the same kindergarten as Yuugi,
but they couldn’t possibly know he was to become world champion in a game that
hadn’t even been invented back then. 

Sometimes, some barely out-of-school “reporter” of one teenage magazine or
another, sometimes even younger than herself and always female, will show up at
her doorstep and ask her what it is like to be loved by the two most wanted
singles of Domino, if not Japan – “just between the two of us”, as if
whatever paper she is writing for won´t jump at the chance to print that story.
And when she tells her it is horrible, really, and she’d rather stop it now
than later, the other girl will just stare and probably wonder how Anzu can
still expect “the public” to believe that. 

It’s just no use to tell them, over and over again, that she never asked to be
the one thing that gets between those two that for years, for over a decade,
have been more than brothers, have been an entire family, almost the world to
one another. 
That, in fact, she never asked to be loved by anyone but whom she can sincerely
love in return. 

For, of course, they will just wonder why she can’t bring herself to love
either Seto or Mokuba, mixing up adoration or maybe even sympathy with the love
Anzu is still waiting for. 

One magazine even asked it’s readers to vote on – how unbearably boring
other peoples lives have to be! – which one of the Kaiba brothers she will
finally give in to. 
For, at length, give in she must, no one can picture her to be stupid enough to
refuse forever. 
And ill informed as they are about her, they have figured out enough about her
character by now to know that she won’t just take them both. 
Mokuba “won”, by two votes. 
While all three of them lost another little piece of their dignity along the
way. 

Others believe it has something to do with the strange change that took place
between her and Muto Yuugi a few years ago, when the two of them obviously…
broke up, though they had never (as far as the public mind is informed) been
together officially. And they still rack their brains why, exactly, she is still
friends with someone that made her look so heartbroken for months. Obviously, no
one will tell them the truth, and if they tried, no one would believe it anyway,
for – the mind of a 5000-year-old Pharaoh taking over the body of an unusually
timid and small Japanese teenager? 
Just how credible is that? 

Of course, the teenage girls of Domino are not the only ones concerned about
Anzus non-existent love life. 
Whenever Yuugi wants to know why she doesn’t just tell both of them to leave
her alone and move on, she just answers that she can’t, because, after all,
she loves them both - in a way. 
Even her best friend since kindergarten will shake his head and give up on her
at that point. She would have told him that she loves him as well, or Jonouchi,
or Honda, but he never asks. And she never talks much these days. 

Sometimes, she will go out with one of them. She knows it’s wrong, she knows
she should keep this whole thing on a level where no one, particularly not Seto
or Mokuba, can see anything but friendship in her actions. Of course, to her
it’s all pure friendship anyway. But who knows what the mind of someone in
love (or simply obsessed, for who can ever tell with Seto?) will make of this? 

But then, she tells herself, why shouldn’t she? She’s got enough trouble
with both of them, what’s wrong then with Mokuba taking her out for dinner
sometimes or Seto asking her to accompany her to some ball he absolutely has to
attend, for business reasons? She’s just a girl, of course she enjoys candle
light dinners by moonlight and dressing up for a sparkling, grand entrance. And
sometimes it’s just a little too easy to ignore the little voice at the back
of her head that keeps telling her she will regret this afterwards, when she
sees the headlines. 

On the other hand, headlines there will be, whatever she does, and if she
finally chose to turn her back onto the whole crazy family, that would probably
hit the front pages of even more tabloids than just a little ball every now and
then. So she might as well have fun at it, and never mind the press. Some of
them will name her the "iron maiden" or the "snow queen of Domino" anyway. Or
joke that what with all her composed coolness, it’s no wonder Seto will fall
for her after years of obsession with his Blue-Eyes White Dragon. 

But, on the whole, they like her, for she will grant them a story whenever
otherwise they’d have to make up one. Anzu always was that sort of person.
Making life easy for anyone but herself. 

And, lately, the Kaiba brothers.




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