WARNING: this is an alternate version of Yu-Gi-Oh! set in a different dimension in the year 2026. It has almost nothing to do with Duel Monsters. Also, Yami and Yuugi are separate people, the setting's in America, and Anzu is living in America, where she has not yet met Yuugi Motou. There is violence, smoking, and drinking involved, so that's really why I rated it M. You'll probably either like this or hate it. Either way. Be sure to review to tell me what you think as long as it's not too harsh. I do want to know.
-viper's fang
Anzu was bored. She stared out the window, waiting for the day to start so it could be over. School didn't hold her attention anymore. It was too...shallow. Everyone was concerned about themselves, and themselves alone. She didn't know why it bothered her so much, because she was the same, but it still bothered her. Maybe she was just finding excuses to be anti-social, but she felt there was something else.
She didn't really notice that the bell for class rang until she saw the teacher step into the room with a new student in tow. Anzu could tell this poor kid was in for punishment already. He had a lot of purple hair, but weird blond locks framed his face and he wore a belt-like collar around his neck. He was short, too, with innocently wide voilet eyes. Probably the weirdest thing about him was the pyramid-shaped pendant with an Egyptian eye on it hanging on a rope around his neck.
The kid was nervous. He kept messing with his uniform jacket and glancing at the floor.
Already Anzu could feel the harmful intent from all the thugs in the room. She felt bad for whoever this new kid was.
"Class, we have a new student joining us today from Japan. Why don't you introduce yourself?" Mrs. Pammella suggested kindly.
"M-my name is Yuugi Motou. Please take care of me!" he squeaked in pretty good English. He bowed quickly and scurried to the back of the room to find a seat. It seemed that Yuugi already knew the drill. Get in, don't call as much attention to yourself as possible, and try to go for a back seat to avoid potential teacher's pet points. Everything to stay away from bullies as much as humanly possible.
Though he did ruin it with his odd appearance. Anzu thought the whole Egyptian pendant thing was way over the top. That would get any bully's attention. Worse yet, he seemed like he was naive, which really would ruin him in this school.
Once Yuugi sat down, the class started like normal. Periods passed, and Yuugi seemed to be in most of Anzu's classes. He also seemed to be the target of all the notorious bullies in the school. Anzu saw him get shoved into the rows of lockers, rammed face-first into the water fountains, and had a KICK ME sign taped to his back all through lunch.
She felt really bad for him, but she didn't get a chance to talk to him until after the bell signalling the end of last period rung.
Yuugi hung behind at his locker, sadly shoving books into his plain black bag.
"Hey!" Anzu called, walking up to him. The poor guy jumped about four feet in the air, probably expecting another jerk to bully him. He had a bandage covering a cut on his cheek just from his first day and a number of bruises lining his face.
"Oh," he muttered, and went back to putting stuff in his backpack.
"Bad day, huh?" she asked, bending over Yuugi's shoulder. He pretended as if she didn't exist. Anzu grew a couple of veins from being ignored by this little twerp. Who did he think he was? She regained her composure and tried again.
"So, uh, you're from Japan, right?" The only response Anzu got was a slammed locker and Yuugi walking away from her as if he didn't even notice her. She growled in anger and stomped away in the opposite direction.
"If that little brat wants to act all high-and-mighty, fine. But I won't be there to help him when he's in trouble," she muttered.