Prequel to Gold Digger - "This is not our school." "Excellent deduction, Mazaki! It's not a school. It's a hotel." If ever there was a time for hysterical laughter, this was it. Peering outside the black tinted window, Anzu let out a nervous giggle. The blood drained from her face.

Leaving his lips, Téa crouched back. She smirked at her victory when she felt him throbbing and pulsating like he could only for her. "What do you say?" "You're negotiating in bed. That's against the rules." "Screw the rules, husband." She groped him authoritatively. Gripping his trouser clad crotch. "Now say you love me."

"What the hell were you looking outside?" "A future." She replied. "In darkness?" "I enjoy the sun and the warmth, Seto. About time I appreciate thunder and lightning..." "Must you be so dramatic? It's New York, not Neptune. And even if it were, I own satellites." That elicited a laugh out of her.

"Don't deride me," he warned. "Don't provoke me," she vied. "Don't resist me," he approached. "You don't possess me," she survived. "You're very angry," he considered. "Yet, you remain deluded," she defied.

"Take good care of my Téa, Ishtar. Keep her happy and safe. Always be faithful to her." Expression grimmer than the grim reaper's. "I'm not a nice man, Marik." The threat imminent. – I'm not a nice man. And you don't want to know just how deep my hatred and anger runs. "Goodbye, Kaiba." – Get Out! A cue to leave.

Seto Kaiba agreed to this relationship with some trepidation. "He called me a 'point.'" "A point?" "A point." A geometric element. "According to him, I'm a spatially limited, isolated fact. I've no significance, no position of my own. I'm only a dot. I exist to give meaning to something else."

"You're insane." He rebuked, his lip curled into a snarl. "If you're not going to use the stairs then don't bother to darken my doorsteps again. Just what the hell are you doing here anyway?"Good question. She released her breath in ragged sigh. Her heart jumped wildly, her words tumbling on her tongue.

"A gift confers no rights, Mazaki." Excuse me? Anzu frowned as Seto point-blank denied expressing his opinions. No longer spread out under him, she created a distance, and wrapped a sheet around herself. It was a fragile barrier. But his attitude deserved it. "Says who?" "Friedrich Nietzsche, who I'm sure you've never heard of."