Part III

Anzu was busy sorting through a high pile of papers and it seemed that Mikoto only made it higher. Only ten days left till the festival and the office was bustling with work. Otogi needed three more guys to help him with the budget, they couldn't afford a mistake in the calculations, Bakura's hands were full with filling out rental forms for some of the attractions and Anzu and Seto were busy making sure every booth got enough space, enough money and the attraction requested. Of course, they were the ones who were put in charge of donations too, and Anzu swore if she had to see one more stuffed animal that she'll puke.

"Mikoto-chan, please tell me that this pile is going to get smaller...." Anzu had enough, she had a headache, her neck and shoulders were killing her and she had a cramp in her hand from signing her name on every single damn paper, sometimes three times.

The younger girl looked at the exhausted vice president and smiled sympathetically, "I'm afraid, we're only half through, Anzu-sempai."

Mikoto liked Anzu. The older girl had not only given her a job in the student council, which kept her busy and her Mom off her neck, but she also seemed to regard her as a friend. Mikoto couldn't have wanted more.

The noise in the spacious student council office only got worse as Kaiba Seto burst through the door, holding a stack of papers and barking orders left and right. The other students followed his instructions and went to do what he yelled, and the room soon looked more like an mentally unstable asylum, then an office.

"Kaiba, what did the principal say?" Anzu asked her husband and Mikoto could have sworn that his eyes had softened when he looked at the smiling brunette, but it was too brief to be sure.

He sighed and run a hand through his already unruly hair; God knows how many times he'd done that since the morning. He slipped three papers on Anzu's desk and leaned on it. "You, get me a coffee, black," he addressed Mikoto and she scurried away, noting his bad mood, it wouldn't do to make him more irritable. His attention quickly returned to Anzu, who gave him a scolding look. Seto sighed again and decided that not asking her why she was pissed was better then being yelled at and answered her previous question, "He finally gave approval for all the booths, we only have to run the budget once more by him, when we have the final sum and then we can set to the real work."

Anzu sighed in relief, they didn't have much time, they'd have to come to school on Sunday and stay the whole day on Saturday, instead of only the usual half-day, the students were tired and they had only begun decorating the school and making the booths, it will be long ten days.

Three hours, five hindered papers and twenty anxious students later, it was three, the school day was over and the students were putting some final touches to the day's work and packing up.

Kaiba was once again at the principal's office, the old man had a problem with everything and Anzu was leaning out the window, chatting with her friend Miho, who was already walking down the school’s drive-way. "Ok, then I'll see you at four-thirty, don't be late!" Anzu called and waving to her friend one last time retreated her head into the office again. Mikoto was standing behind her.

"It's three-thirty, let's pack up and go home too, Mikoto-chan. There's no reason staying here any longer." Mikoto nodded with a smile and went to pack her bag, while Anzu searched through hers, to finally pull out a shiny blue cell-phone. The flipped it open and quickly, with trained fingers, typed a message and sent it. The cell-phone beeped once shortly, and satisfied, she closed it and returned it to her bag. Then she turned to Mikoto who was putting a text-book in her bag, "Listen Mikoto-chan, my friend Miho and I are going to the mall today, why don't you join us?"

Mikoto looked surprised at first, the go red in the face and started stuttering, "I---If... If th—tha—at's ok..."

Anzu smiled reassuringly at her, "Sure, let's meet in front of the fountain across the mall at four-thirty. I'll se you than, don't be late, bye!" With that she run out of the office and few moments later, Mikoto saw her running down the drive-way and past the school-gates.

Anzu hadn't been gone for five minutes when Kaiba returned to the office and found only Mikoto there.

"Where's Mazaki?" He barked at the frightened girl and as she told him that Anzu was already gone, he huffed and left the office as well.

Anzu was barely half-way home when her phone rung. She fished out her bag, grinning, already knowing who it was. A quick glance at the display as she flipped it open, affirmed her assumption and she schooled her voice before answering.

"Yes?"

"Why the hell are you going home? We have more then enough work to last us all night, come back here, now!"

She barely stopped herself from laughing at his frustrated voice but managed to sound serious.

"Sorry, no can do. I have to hurry home, make Mokuba something to eat and make sure he's done his homework. Besides I have a date."

'Three, two ... one...'

"You have a what?!!!"

Goodness, she loved getting a rise out of him. This time she laughed out loud, which only irked him more, if the angry growl on the other line was anything to judge from.

"I have a date. At the mall. With Mikoto-chan and Miho-chan."

The other line was quiet and she knew that he was probably counting to ten, to refrain himself from yelling at her. After a few moments he spoke again. His voice was strained and he was breathing hard, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"You're going to be the end of me one day, woman. Fine, do what you want, just make sure that Mokuba's eaten and has done his homework before he goes anywhere."

At this she smiled and cooed into the phone. "Don't worry; leave it to me, honey. Come home straight from school. KaibaCorp. can be one day without you, you need rest. I'll bring something for dinner, what do you want?"

As he answered this time his voice was a lot more gentle and she knew that he'd relaxed. "Chinese may be good, maybe Indian, your choice, I'll eat anything. I'll see you at home."

"See you later, honey. Bye bye!"

Yup, she loved that man.

AN: And here's part three, please tell me what you think. Authors are review whores, I'm one of them, please don't make me beg.

Jas