Again, I am aware of the new stories that I keep bringing out...and that I haven't even finished the ones that I have, but I just have too many good ideas working in my brain. Anywho, I just wanted to really do another take on the Azureshipping couple concept. I didn't want to do anything typical, so I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Rebirth

Summary: Anzu, now a highly recognized artist, is moving on with her life after the troubles of a failed relationship. What happens when a familiar face wants to reconcile with her after a year? How will things go? Will her hatred overpower her?

Disclaimer: Don't own. Period. End of story.

Yugobiya, known for its classy yet expensive, family oriented neighborhood, was in the midst of the cool, brisk November temperatures. The weekend meant families taking their babies for a walk, playing Frisbee in the front yard, and raking leaves. For Anzu Mazaki, it meant laying on her ass eating cheese crisps while watching romantic comedies on TV. Her eyes were looking at the movie, but her mind was elsewhere.

The black and white romantic filmed continued, as she listened to the man talk to his love, "My dear, Linda, I was wrong to leave you. To hurt the way I did. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"How can I trust you again? You were with another woman behind my back. It doesn't take the pain away." Linda wept, wiping her silk handkerchief across her eyes.

Oh how this applies to my life, Anzu thought, reveling in the irony. The particular scene reminded her of what she went through for the last year or so, except with no apology included. That terrible memory is what allowed her to bare birth to her now eight month old daughter, Morgan Grace Mazaki. She was sure not to give her baby her father's last name, due to the drama that would follow a scummy headline. Morgan was her entire world. Her daughter gave her so much joy, but at the same time reminded her of the failure that she tried to change, but she should have known when everyone told her not to get involved with him. Her brain took another painful trip down memory lane, letting all the grotesque images flicker through her mind...

That night, she was truly fed up. Anzu could honestly say she was at the point that she had enough. She was on an uncontrollable rampage, and refused to stop.

"I'm so fucking sick of you. I'm tired of you treating what we have as something dalliant, while I'm the only one who gives a shit. I refuse to be treated like some useless, unwanted bed warmer...and then you had the audacity to be with another woman while we're together. You're just a fine, fucking piece of work." Anzu growled, putting her one shoulder, long sleeve on.

"It wouldn't be practical for us to date right now. I have a reputation to uphold, Anzu, and if the tabloids find out I'm dating you, then it's going to get out that I'm 'cheating' on Charlotte. It's just business." He explained, trying to get her to understand, but to no avail.

She let out a sarcastic, pissed off laugh, "Hah! And just exactly why should I be inclined to believe you now? If you lied about being with her, what else have you been lying about?"

"I don't give a damn about Charlotte! She's an old fling I'm doing a favor for to get the press off her back and nothing more. I love you." Seto responded, trying to reason with her, rather than losing his temper.

"Is that what you told Charlotte when you slept with her?" She asked, in a low voice. He remained quiet, due to the curveball she just threw at him, "You know what? I'm done. You can take your grand reputation and shove it up your sorry, narrow, non-existent ass!"

~xoxo~

"Ms. Mazaki, are you aware that you're pregnant?" Her family's doctor asked, leaving her in shock...

~xoxo~

"So, you're that tree hugger art chick that my Seto has been talking about? Get this through your head little girl, he's mine, and always will be. He was fucking me the entire time he was supposively with you. It wasn't just for publicity, it's for real. It's not your fault, but he's not known to fling around with commoners and little sluts like you. He didn't want you...and he sure as hell doesn't want that bastard that's in your stomach. Might want to go find a man who'll actually give a damn." Her lips formed a devilish smirk, as her light green eyes flickered to the small lump that was her stomach. She twisted on her pearly white heel and walked away.

~xoxo~

"She's beautiful, just like you, Anzu." Yugi told her, as they all huddle around her and the baby.

"I agree with Yugi. Kaiba may be a bastard, but he sure as hell knows how to make pretty babies." Honda added, as they all watched the baby open her eyes.

She looked deep into her baby girl's eyes. A deep shade of cobalt blue just like her father's. Her head had a little bit of brown hair sprouting from her head. Her cheeks were chubby, and a flushed pink like rose petals. Her lips were just a rosy, and her skin was fair like her mother's.

"What are you gonna name her?" Jonouchi asked, curiously.

"Hmmmm, when I look at her, no Japanese names come to mind. Actually, I know what'll fit her perfectly. Happy Birthday, Morgan Grace Mazaki." She said, kissing her daughter's forehead.

Though she momentarily felt the bitterness return, she eventually shoved the thought of him out of her mind. The only good thing that came out of their casual relationship was Morgan. He would no longer be a part of her life, to a certain extent. There still left Morgan. If she kept the knowledge of her existence from him for too long, then she'd have to bare the pain of Morgan resenting, or possibly hating her.

However, if she introduced Morgan into Seto's life now, she didn't want the pain of explaining to her daughter that her father doesn't want to have anything to do with her, and that in other words, she would be known as a mistake, in his harsh, cobalt eyes, and the possibility that she would have some bimbo as a stepmother. After shutting the TV off, she falls asleep with those thoughts continuing to run the marathon called her mind.

Sunday morning was peaceful for Anzu. She enjoyed waking up early with the morning sun because the warmness of the sun and the cool colors of the trees and sky inspired her to paint. After putting Morgan in her playpen next to her easel, she started working on her last painting for her upcoming exhibition, which is inspired by the most famous cities in the world. She planned on inviting some of her friends from her art society she had in college. Anzu spent the last few weeks sending out invites, requesting other artists to submit their works, and getting the word out about her exhibition, with the help of the gang and her art friends.

She felt quite excited, since this was her first exhibition for people to see her collection of art. Ever since her professor submitted her painting without her permission, there were studios and galleries across the country asking for her to submit paintings. She had submitted almost fifty paintings over the time span of her college career, and even more since she graduated. Though she didn't pursue it as a career, she still danced in her spare time, and even helped out from time to time. Nevertheless, things changed after Morgan was born. It was very seldom that she traveled anymore because she didn't want to leave Morgan while she was still developing. Anzu made it her mission to be there for every milestone of her daughter's life.

Before she could get started on her painting, she heard her phone ring. From what she saw on the caller ID, it was her friend Kiyoko.

"What's up, Ki?" Anzu asked, tucking her phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Hey, you won't believe what I just did for you." Kiyoko told her, while her excitement sparked through the phone.

"I won't know until you tell me." Anzu said, trying not to laugh.

"I just got off the phone with my friend from England, you remember Penelope right? Anyway, I told her about your exhibition and she's got at least fifty more people to come, and more than half of them are artists she knows." Kiyoko explained, screeching with more excitement.

"No way! Thanks so much! I know I can always count on you, Ki." Anzu chirped, happily, "Hey, do you know if Jae and Cyrus are coming? I know that Jae is doing some humanitarian work in Amsterdam."

"Yeah, definitely. Jae is flying in tonight and he'll head back out the day after your show. Oh, I have to go. I'll talk to you soon." Kiyoko replied, sounding like she was in a hurry.

"All right, bye." Anzu told her, hanging up the phone. She glanced at her baby playing with her toys, "Looks like it's gonna be a good day for you and mommy."

~xoxo~

A few hours after leaving KaibaCorp for another day, Seto looked through a magazine out of boredom. So far there was nothing too appealing to him. Just celebrities either getting together, getting made fun of for fashion faux pas or getting married...and even divorced. While flipping to another page, there was something that caught his eye. He flipped back a couple pages to an article entitled, 2011 Most Promising Young Artists Under 25. While reading through the article, he already recognized Mokuba mentioned in the article for his global humanitarian work, giving back to the community and his plans to go to Columbia to major in global health. After reading on for a minute, he stumbled across another familiar name.

Though she was only nineteen years old when her college professor submitted her painting entitled, Omnipotence, Anzu Mazaki has made a name for herself in the fine arts community all across Japan. Once a dancer years ago, Anzu channeled her ever expanding imagination, grace, and versatility through her art. Over the span of nearly four years, she has submitted nearly fifty paintings across the country, with thirty of them being recognized by critics from around the world. She earned several awards, including the Domino Fine Arts Presidential Award when she was only twenty, among the youngest artists to have won the award. She is in the middle of working on her first upcoming exhibition, which is to take place in mid November.

Hn, well what do you know, she's coming up with the big dogs. Maybe I should make an appearance at this exhibition, He thought, continuing to read through the magazine.

"Hey." Mokuba greeted, lounging on the couch in his home office.

Seto smiled, just a bit before turning the page, "You're name is now in millions of copies of this magazine. Congrats."

"Oh yeah, my lab partner showed me that. It's no big deal really; it's just what I do." The young boy explained, propping his feet up on the arm of the couch.

"There's no need to be modest. Really, it's not bad to get recognized for something positive you're doing for everyone else." Seto explained, setting the magazine down.

"I'm gonna get food in a minute. I'm so tired." Mokuba muttered, shutting his eyes for a moment.

"If you do go, get me Chinese," Seto mentioned, shutting his Mac computer on, "Did you know about Anzu's upcoming exhibition?"

Mokuba bit his lip momentarily before answering him, "Uh, yeah, I got an invite."

"You get shaken up when I mention her name." He deduced, while beginning to type.

"I'm surprised you even speak her name considering what happened between you two." Mokuba said, sitting up from his lying position.

Seto rolled his eyes, due to repeating himself over and over again, "For the last time, I didn't want to break up with her. And technically speaking she broke up with me. Things got complicated and she blew everything way out of proportion, even when I tried to explain that the whole relationship with Charlotte was for publicity, not because I actually liked her. That's kind of the point of the term 'old flame'. I really regret what I did to her."

"I know you didn't mean to, bro. I was just yanking your chain. Plus, if that's how you really feel, then tell her that. Anywho, let me go get this food before it gets too late." Mokuba replied, grabbing his car keys and heading out.

After attempting to feed Morgan smashed peas for the last hour and a half, Anzu went out to get Chinese food, bringing Morgan with her. She loved the fact that since babies couldn't possibly decide what they want to wear, she could dress Morgan in the cutest attire for the coming winter. She put a nice little Totoro hat to keep her head and ears warm, a little dark grey pea coat, and a little green plaid scarf and tiny matching mittens.

"Oh, Mommy can't wait to stuff her face." Anzu mumbled, while Morgan played with her necklace.

Since no one was at the register, Anzu decided to play with her daughter, "You like Mommy's necklace? Look at that foot, I'm gonna eat that little foot."

Playing with her foot made Morgan let out a cute, soprano laugh. Before she could play further, Anzu noticed that someone finally approached the register.

"Hi, can I help you?" The woman asked, smiling.

"Oh, I'm picking up an order for Mazaki." Anzu replied, gently patting Morgan's back.

"Here you are, just in time." The woman responded handing her the plastic bag with the receipt attached to it.

While taking out her wallet, Mokuba was walking just by the window to the restaurant. When he looked up, not only did he notice Anzu, but he noticed the little baby girl she was holding in her arms. He was in sort of a catatonic state. Though she was a perfect mix of both parents, the darling baby resembled Seto so much. Her high cheekbones, straight nose, and especially her eyes. The same dark, cobalt filled her huge doe like eyes.

Oh my God...I...I can't believe that Anzu had a baby, and it's Seto's! He thought, casually walking into the restaurant.

"Anzu, I didn't expect to see you here." He greeted, pretending he never had any type of revelation.

"Mokuba, hey!" Anzu chirped, setting her bag on the nearby table, "How have you been?"

"Eh, hanging in there for the last year of high school," He responded, as his eyes gazed at the baby in her arms, "Can...Can I meet my niece?"

For some reason, she was thrown off by his question. Of course he'd recognize that Morgan was his niece by blood. She should have expected that she couldn't fool him of all people, "Mokuba, this is Morgan. Morgan, say hi to uncle Mokie."

She looked at Mokuba for about a good few seconds, before she slowly hid her face into her mother's neck. Mokuba merely chuckled at her shyness.

"Sorry, she's just really shy when she meets new people." Anzu told him, stroking her cheek.

"She's adorable. Why didn't you tell me I had a niece?" Mokuba asked, still kind of hurt from the kept secret.

Anzu sighed, before hugging Morgan closer to her, "You honestly would have been the first to know, but I knew you'd tell Seto. Plus, I wouldn't want you to be dishonest with your brother because of me.

"I think you could give me more credit than that, Anzu. I'm seventeen, not twelve." Mokuba said, trying not to be rude.

"Please don't tell, Seto. I'm going to tell him, I'm just not ready right now. I don't want any problems and I know he doesn't want to have anything to do with her." Anzu pleaded, gently.

"Anzu, we're friends and I love you like a sister, but I don't think you're necessarily being fair to my brother. You can't assume that he won't have anything to do with Morgan if he doesn't know she exists." Mokuba pointed out, trying to be patient.

"Mokuba, if Seto wanted to truly be a part of Morgan's life, he would have done something about it before she was born. I carried her for nine months, and not once did he even expect that I would get knocked up. So in all fairness, I can't help that Seto didn't bother to put two and two together. He can hurt me all he wants, because he already has, but I'm not going to let him hurt her." Anzu explained, defensively.

"Well, I'm not Seto, and I want to be a part of Morgan's life. She's my family by blood, and I want to be there for her, and the last thing I would do is hurt her. Please let me have that much." He told her, sincerely.

"I appreciate it. I want her to know you too, but I just couldn't handle it if Seto hurt her. She's my entire being and part of the reason I live," Anzu said, softly, "Well, I have to get going, I'll catch you later."

As drove away in her car, Mokuba was left in a very difficult situation. Only time would tell how things will go from that point forward.

Well, this I actually enjoyed writing :) I'll admit, when I first drafted this, it was kind of odd because I had small bits and pieces together and I had to rearrange them into something that made since. I may edit this chapter a bit later on, but for right now, happy reading everyone!

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