(A/N: Well, this is the last of all the fics I'm going to post for now. And just so you know, it is extremely different from the other four. This is all told from Anzu's POV, but don't turn away just yet all you Anzu haters! Just read on and you might still like it. And you Anzu lovers might like it too! Yay! Everyone will be happy!

Just to set the stage, imagine all the main characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! Now imagine them at five years old, all except Anzu.

On with the fic!)

Disclaimer: I own no one. Except for Kondo-san. He's not a main character, but I still made him up!

Warnings: Umm...Anzu says "crap" twice. Ooooooooooooooooh

Chapter 1

I pull into the driveway of Domino Elementary with a gigantic smile plastered to my face. I guess I've been smiling all morning, because my face is starting to hurt. But I guess I can't blame myself. I've wanted to be a teacher since I was six. Back then I used to force my friends to sit on the couch in my living room while I reviewed the hiragana alphabet by making them write it over and over on a piece of paper. Boy that was fun. At least until they all threatened to throw me off a bridge...

But none of that matters because this isn't playtime and I'm not six anymore. This is for real. And plus I don't really have to worry about my students throwing me off a bridge...

As I walk through the hallways I become even more excited, wondering about all the memories I'm going to create here. Right before I get to the principal's office, I try my best to tone down my smile a bit. I don't want to freak him out or anything.

"Good morning Kondo-san!" I say cheerfully with a quick bow.

I don't think he notices me. He continues to sit at his desk, ruffling through some papers on his desk. I open my mouth to greet him again, but before a word comes out, he looks up with a blank-eyed stare on his pudgy face. I really don't know if he even recognizes me.

"Ah, Mazaki-san," he wheezes

Okay, so he does recognize me. So I take a few steps into the room, which is in total disarray. Papers are everywhere. Now that I'm closer to Kondo's desk, I take notice of how shiny the skin is in front of his very apparent receding hairline. You know, I bet if I get a little closer I'd be able to see myself. But since I don't feel like pissing off my new boss on my first day of work, I resist the urge to test my theory...for now.

Well, Kondo seems stressed enough, so I decide it's my cue to leave. I just need to know where my room is. But before I can ask, my boss looks up at me with his lips pulled into a tight frown.

"I tried to contact you Mazaki-san. But I suppose your phone is out of order."

I can feel my face start to turn red. "Y-yes." I manage to say, and nothing more, because I don't feel like recounting the story of how last week while walking in the park, some little kid with funny looking hair came out of nowhere, stole my phone out of my pocket, and threw it down a porta potty. And I'm currently still trying to think of a good excuse for why I don't have a phone right now.

"Mazaki-san, there seems to be some sort of mistake in your paperwork."

I feel my heart start to sink. "Mistake?"

Kondo is now sweating profusely, so at this point I'm trying my very hardest to concentrate more on what he's saying rather than the gross little droplet's collecting on his forehead. Hey, now that I think about it, that's probably why his head looks so shiny.

"Well," Kondo says, "Your application got thrown into the file for preschool teachers."

"Wha-what?" I stammer. Crap. I hate kids when they are that little. I want to teach multiplication tables and science, not how to count to ten!

"I'm extremely sorry, Mazaki-san. I can try to transfer you as soon as possible to a fourth grade classroom, but there are no openings right now. It should only be for a few weeks or so." Kondo was really tripping over his words as he spoke. And as much as I'd like to walk away now, I had no other jobs lined up. Not to mention that bills were beginning to accumulate and my savings account can't hold out much longer.

"I'll take the job," I say solemnly as I curse myself for putting all my eggs into one basket. I knew I should have applied at more than one school!

Not quite paying attention to anything else around me, I follow one of the secretaries as she leads me to my room. When she leaves I look at the clock. It's seven, meaning I have an hour and a half to figure out what in the world I'm doing before kids start showing up.

So in that hour and a half I look through some books on my desk, which leads me to the conclusion that today is going to be very random.

I hear a noise, so I look up to see a little boy staring up at me. He looks pretty normal, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He's actually kinda cute, the way his dirty blonde mop of hair hangs down in front of his big honey-colored eyes.

"Hiya!" he says with a grin. And for some reason that grin made me feel a little uneasy.

"Hello there," I say back. Now would probably be a good time to take out my roster. But when I do, I see that it's blank. Okay, now I'm mad. Are these people all on crack? First I apply for a job as a fourth grade teacher and get hired for preschool, and now they don't even give me a list of who's in my class? Is this kid even supposed to be here?

"What's your name?" I ask. At least if I get the kids' names, I can find out later if they were even in the right room.

"Katsuya!" he says proudly.

"Okay, what's your last name?"

He stares at me blankly, like I had just asked him a question in French. Finally he gives me a shrug.

"I donno."

Are you kidding me?!

"Okay, I'll just write down 'Katsuya' for now," I say, remembering to keep the smile plastered on my face. You know, because the last thing I need is for the kid to go home and talk about how mean his teacher was.

At that moment another child enters the room. I really can't pay any attention to what he's wearing since my eyes go straight to his brown hair, which is formed into a big, tall, eyesore of a spike. I can't help wonder how much gel it took to get it all to stay like that.

"Hey dude!" he exclaims, then walks right over to Katsuya and gives him a high five.

"You know each other?" I ask.

"Yeah, were best friends!" the spike-haired boy says excitedly.

Good, this could be helpful. "Do you know your friends full name?"

"I don't know what that is," he says, "But his name is Jounouchi Katsuya."

Okay, I'm just going to ignore the first thing that he said, because at least I got the kid's last name.

"And what's your name?" I figure that if he knows his friends last name, he'll know his own too.

"Honda Hiroto."

"Okay, good," I say, writing the two names down on my blank roster. At least we have a start.

A minute later, a set of twin boys walk in wearing identical blue and white striped t-shirts and blue jeans. But I already know I'll be able to tell them apart. One of them looks like the epitome of innocence with his soft white hair, big chocolate eyes, and shy smile. The other is the epitome of...well...an evil twin. His white hair sticks up in front and looks like bat wings, and from the second he walked into the room he's been glaring at me. I think he's evil.

I decide to talk to the nice one first. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Bakura Ryou," he says quietly. Aww, even his voice is cute!

"And your name?" I ask slowly, pointing at the other twin, half expecting him to suddenly lunge at me.

"...Bakura," he hisses.

"I know, I got your last name from your brother. What's your first name?"

He glares at me even more intensely.

"...Bakura," he repeats.

"So...your name is Bakura Bakura?"

"...yes."

Wow...how very original.

Over the next ten minutes, four more children arrive. Otogi Ryuuji, a black-haired boy who has a strange obsession with dice and eyeliner; Kaiba Seto, a boy who is definitely too smart for his own good; and another set of twins: Mutou Yami and Mutou Yuugi. Yuugi seems as innocent as Ryou, and thank God for my sanity that Yami doesn't seem as deranged as Bakura. But there is still something unsettling about his name meaning "darkness."

I have the kids all sit in a circle on the floor so I can read a story and as I walk over to my chair I see a piece of paper lying face down. I turn it over and it's...the roster?! Heh...heh...wonderful...I can feel my sanity slipping away from me now. But at least now I'll know if this is my whole class or not. I begin checking off the names. Bakura Bakura, Bakura Ryou, Honda Hiroto, Jounouchi Katsuya, Kaiba Seto, Mutou Yami, Mutou Yuugi, Otogi Ryuuji. Eight kids, eight names. So I guess that's all of them. But when I look back at the eight boys sitting in front of me I remember something: they're all boys!

Oh...crap!

(A/N: I wouldn't call this my best work, so if no one seems to be reading it, I'm going to instantly shift my focus onto my other four fics. But if you want more, I have no problem writing it. Overall the other chapters will be much funnier than this one. I just wanted to set the scene.

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And for anyone who cares, I've also posted four other YGO fics today if you wanna check them out!)