Author's Notes: Uhhh… I think I was bored so I did this. I'll continue this story I guess, I know Yugi and Tea had been friends since childhood but does anybody knows how they met? Well I'm making up on how they met ^_^ and how some parts of it would sort of show again later in the chapters later… or not. Also I know that Yugi lives with his mom and grandfather but I'm gonna change it; he only has his grandfather as a living relative. Please read and review!
Disclaimer:
I don't own Yu-gi-oh and I never will, WHAAAAAAAA!
Summary:Anzu and Yugi have been friends for a long time since Childhood. But lately it's becoming unsteady between both of them. No, there's nothing wrong with their friendship. Friendship is the problem.
Friendship Is The First Step"Daddy?"
"Hmm…?"
"Where are we going?"
Anzu's father looked at the front view mirror looking at his daughter. The little five-year old was giddily jumping on her seat kicking her legs as she continued on. Her father chuckled at little Anzu's impatience from the two-hour drive.
"We're going to see mommy at the hospital, don't you want to see mommy again," her father said looking at the front as he drove.
"Yay! I wanna see mommy again! I wanna tell her that I'm going to kindergarten now!" Little Anzu said happily seeing her mom again.
Her father smiled at Anzu's innocence. He knew very well why her mother was at the hospital for three years missing out in Anzu's early years. He looked at the seat next to him, a small bouquet of roses he bought a while ago laid there. After the shooting that happened in the bank, which her mother was in occurred, he was left to take care of the baby girl. So far there was no news yet from the hospital about her mother's recovery. Instead ever since he last visited, there was a problem occurring in his wife's health, unfortunately she was in a coma and poor Anzu thinking she was just asleep hoped that her mother would wake up. He turned his eyes to look at the front view mirror for a quick second seeing that Anzu was tired leaning on the side of the car window beginning to drowse.
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"We're here Anzu! This is where mommy is," Her father said. Anzu's vibrant indigo eyes stared at the huge building.
"Well lets go Anzu," her father took her tiny hand and walked into the hospital.
Her father grabbed her in his arms so that they would go up on the escalator Anzu grabbed her father's chest, while they were going up slowly. She was almost scared, terrified... had she never seen such a crowded place… everything looked so new to her meek little eyes…
Anzu looked at those many people walking back and forth, and remained frightened and astonished. Some people lying on stretchers and others wearing what she would consider masks or covers for their faces wearing strange green clothes and others in white. She was reassured only when she felt her father's touch over her back. She turned and stared at her father. He was smiling sweetly, and she returned her smile despite of the bewilderment and perplexity of this hospital.
They finally arrived at the top of the escalator, and her father descended it, doing a step forward. He placed Anzu on the ground, She was standing on her feet, her little thin and short legs, typical of her age. Then her father took her by the hand, amid the curious looks of the others who were there.
Her father finally took her to a corridor of the left, they reached to an office where Anzu saw a woman dressed in white sitting arranging papers and typing on the computer. Anzu looked around the hallway searching for her mother.
"Daddy where's mommy?" Her father bended down to face his daughter.
"Anzu I need you to sit there for a while. I need to go to the nice lady so we can see mommy, ok honey?"
"Ok daddy," Anzu nodded and went to sit in the waiting room. She stared at the clock watching the second hand move to the quarter of two. Anxiously swayed her legs back and forth as she sat down on her cold steel seat. She held the bouquet of sakuras; it was her mother's favorite flower besides nadeshikos.
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"Mommy… daddy… where are you?"
Everywhere it was dark and dim, he barely could even see his hands right in front of him he ran. He felt nothing but pain banging internally inside him. He fell to his knees clutching to his chest…
"Mommy…daddy…where are you? I can't see you."
Then abruptly he saw a bright light flashing toward him. He cringed and used his arm to cover his face from the alluring brightness, as he removed his arms from his face, he could see his mother and father before him.
"Mommy? Daddy?"
Using his strength, the young boy got up and ran, reaching with his arm out as if to forestall as the images of his parents began to fade away.
"Mommy! Daddy! Don't leave me!"
He stood there as he found himself looking at somewhat of a reflection of himself. Then suddenly his hands were covered with red fluid…blood. He stood there in shock staring at the blood, which had lain upon on his hands. His violet eyes which had seem to be screaming with fear as the hands seem to be holding more blood then before, he looked up and at his reflection laid the visions which had ended in a blood curling screams…
"Ahhhhhhh!" He bolted straight out from his sleep. His breathing heavily, he could feel a bit of sweat coming down from his forehead. His dream terrified him as it continuously played over and over again. He looked around noticing the room was of those in the hospital. He looked down at his arms, which were attached with those that were of the heart monitor. The young boy looked around the room as he felt more and more the urge to panic and scream, as he did not know his reasons for being here.
Flashes of memories reoccurred; he could still feel the pain of the sharp broken glass breaking his flesh, the screams of his mother. He could still remember the violent movement when the car crashed the explosion, it wasn't suppose to happen… no it wasn't suppose to. Not to him, not for any child to bear the pain and the feeling… he could still remember as the memory played repeatedly in his head. He remember clearly as if it had only occurred right at the moment, he remembered as he was picked up by a man as they finally got him and his parents out of the car. They laid him on a stretcher placing an oxygen mask on him as they got him in to the ambulance, he remembered clearly seeing his parents bodies, dismantled and demolished, there was no way that it could be helped. The doctors, the nurses or any other people could lie to him all they want but he knew better, that he had lost the only family he had knew…
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"Mr. Masaki?" a man in a white coat said as he came from the corridor near the waiting room.
"Yes?" he got up from the chair and went to the doctor. He shook hands with the doctor as a greeting.
"I'm Dr. Ayuma, I work with patients rehabitating, your wife is one of my patients and she is so far recovering remarkably."
"What do you mean? Isn't she still in her coma?"
"Didn't they tell you? Your wife has recovered from her coma, we thought she wouldn't ever wake up, though she still is in need to go through rehab to just make sure anything from her injuries didn't effect her functions," The doctor said smiling seeing the man with a face filled with disbelief and shock, but it was in a merriment kind of way.
"You mean she's finally awoken from her coma? Oh thank you doctor, can we go see her if it isn't a problem?"
"You may go see her, she probably wants to see how grown her daughter is," the doctor said leading him to the room is wife was in.
"Anzu, let's go see mommy now," her father said as he picked up the little girl.
"Ok," Anzu said tiredly rubbing her eyes.
~*~
"Hi mommy!" Anzu ran to jump into her mother's arms. It had been a long time since she visited her mother. But she never forgot, sometimes her dad would place photos of her mother around the house.
"My sweet Anzu I missed you so much," her mother said softly, she was in a brink of tears that was filled with happiness in every drop.
"Mommy, daddy told me to give you this," Anzu took out the little bouquet and gave it to her mother, "Its your favorite."
"Sakuras, thank you Anzu," her mother said as she gave a small kiss on her daughter's forehead.
Her father smiled looking at them reunite after her mother's years in her coma, "Anzu, me and your mother have to talk to the doctor ok so go follow the nice nurse, she's going to take you to the children's playroom."
"Ok, bye mommy," Anzu said meekly as she took the nurse's hand and followed her.
~*~
Anzu was completely bored; she stood there on the floor playing with some blocks idly. There was absolutely nothing to do in the playroom. She looked outside of the doorway, there were so many rooms, so many places she could just explore in instead of being stuck in such a dull playroom. It wasn't her fault for her high curiosity; she was just a kid who has yet begun to see the whole world. She stood there thinking of her fathers order but the urge to explore around this hospital was driving her intensely.
Despite of what her father instructed she scamper out of the play room and looked around the hospital. As she strolled she found herself faced to a door, not just any door, as it was only half opened. She suddenly felt an indescribable attraction towards it. She looked around looking for any signs of anybody coming and looked back at the door. She gave a cheeky smile and entered through the door. She ran happily through the area not caring where she went, there was absolutely nobody there to stop her.
She slowed down as she came to a dead end. She turned to her side; there was a small stairway that ascended up. For once she saw regular stairs instead of elevators around the hospital. Slowly she walked up the stairs, her small hands holding on to the rails for fear of falling. Children her age would probably enjoy being up so high in buildings and places, however it was her weakness. Going up the steps, one by one, after she went up one last step without any second her attention drew to a wide nearby opened door. After she went passed that door, she found herself again in an another desolate corridor.
"This is too boring," Anzu said with a 'bored to death' expression on her face. Like how children her age are, they wouldn't really pay any attention at the trifle differences when it comes to comparing places. In a way it was completely different from the other one.
Anzu looked back at the wide opened door she passed behind her and looked slowly back to what was in front of her. She suddenly felt a painful feeling that swathe her all over. She stood there thinking why she felt this way until it finally popped in her mind.
She decided then to go forward some more; she was already far away, too far away from the children's playroom to go back. And if she did tried to go back, she didn't see much of the surroundings to help her find her way back so she mind as well continue till it ends. She silently longed for her father to be with her now…
Ahead in the distance was another door, direct to who knows where it would lead. She could've just tried to stop from there but her curiosity was too much for her to ignore. The silence of the room and the loneliness oppressing didn't lead her on to run away; instead she wanted to continue. Such things wouldn't lead a child to run back, yes it would make a child scared and frightened but it would just stop from there and there only.
She took another step forward. Where she was going she did not know. She only knew of such small things: 1) she was lost and 2) she was scared. She felt she was going to burst into tears. Why didn't she stay with where her daddy told her to remain? So of course she was bored but at least she knew that her daddy would pick her up later but now he wouldn't even know where she would be now. She wished someone would be there now.
Unexpectedly as if it was a response to her wish, as if in a fairy tale, someone was there. There wasn't exactly someone, but more of a faint sound coming from somewhere she did not know where. It was so faint, no one would be able to here it however it was able to pierce through the walls of silence to her alone.
It didn't sound beautiful like as if a song, nor was it a noise… but it seemed sad in a way. She couldn't really classify what the sound was but Anzu wasn't going to stay there and just think.
She ran further into the corridor, deeper and deeper. Through each step she made, the sound began to become clearer and clearer but still faint in a way. She slid herself to stop as the corridor ended and from her hearing continued to run in the hallway on her left. She stopped as she found herself in a problem. There were doors on each side of the hallway, which one was the noise from? She found herself thinking. What would be the use to finding where the noise was coming from if you can't even find it, but she had came so far…
Anzu stared with her bright cerulean eyes the door in front of her. She pressed her ears to the door to see if that was where the noise came from. Yes! She could here the sound, it was muffled but she could tell that then she had found the source of the sound. But it was a sound that felt so excruciating and painful for her as she now realised the sound was a weeping. Who was crying? She had to know who the sound came from. She looked up, the handle was pretty high, the doors she passed before weren't very well closed. She jumped and grabbed the handle of the door and turned the knob to enter in. But why did she wanted to find out so much? She didn't know why, something was pushing her to go in. Was it a childish curiousity which takes children to move further in a problem? Was it her deep wish for an adventure? Or maybe… is it a sign of destiny? Of fate? Who knows but god but she just had to go in. Whether or not if there was a purpose to it she needed to go in, the urge was suppressing her madly.
She managed to open the door quietly so that whoever was crying wouldn't really notice she was even there. She looked around as she entered. The hospital room was dim; maybe someone was sleeping? No, if the person was sleeping then why would there be a crying… maybe in a sleep? Anzu looked up; there was a white hospital screen like those for surgeries or for someone, a patient like her mother.
It was quiet but at the same time it wasn't for she could hear a rhythmic beeping sound behind the screen, that beeping noise like how a heartbeat would sound, a sound that she was afraid of listening whenever she visited her mother while she was in a coma. That noise, if it had ever stopped, than the person who the heart belongs to would surely stop as well just like how her father explained to her to make her understand in such a naïve age. What did her father called it? Oh it was heart something, the last word was hard for child like her to remember, but it sounded like it started with an M and that was all she could remember.
She wanted to know who was weeping behind the white screen. But who could be weeping? Could it be a monster or a ghost? Could it be like those creatures in the fairy tale books her father would read to her every night before she would go to sleep? She was still in front of the screen too afraid to move further. Staying there wouldn't help her to figure out who or what was behind. She swallowed nervously and took a peek behind screen.
Plainly is exactly how she would describe it. There was a plain white bed, like the others that she saw in those vacant hospital rooms she saw when she was with her father. But what she was really concentrating is the one lying in it. Slowly she walked up to the side of the bed. A blanket was covering the lying figure however she could see something that seemed interesting lying on the pillow. She could see flares of black hair with red on the tips. She found it interesting and yet at the same time it was strange. She walked further to the bed until she was able to touch the bed and see a closer look. Someone hidden underneath the sheets was the source of the lament and weeping sound. With a bit of courage, she took the sheet covering the form and tug it off to see who was the one crying.
Anzu dropped the sheet to the ground as her sapphire eyes were met with eyes of the color of amethyst. She stared; it was just a child like herself. Maybe just around her age. However it was just any child, it was a boy. The girls in her school would tease her time to time about her being friends with mostly boys than girls saying that they have cooties. She recollected that her father told her to ignore it and that she had every right to be friends with whoever she please.
The young boy sat up on the hospital bed staring back at the girl who seemed to be around the same naïve age as he. He was dressed in a white gown just like everyone who was a patient like him would wear. The style of his hair, however, made him stand out from everyone. His hair had the color of red, black, and yellow. Tri-color was what Anzu would describe of his hair.
He felt scared seeing someone in the same room as he. She didn't look anything dangerous but the feeling of someone who just seemed to appear out of nowhere feared him. With his tiny hands he wiped the rest of the remaining tears, which blurred his vision, on his face and his eyes to see the girl more better. He could see that she had short brunette hair and eyes that seemed to shimmer so brightly. But why was she there? What was her reason for being here with him? He didn't even know who is she. He felt so scared but at the same time seeing her there made him in comfort. He began to move back across the bed.
"Please don't," Anzu spoke softly, she couldn't blame him for being afraid. She would've been scared too as well if some stranger just appeared in front of you.
"W-what?" He spoke. He stop moving back from her. He seldom talk, in his school he was left by himself most of the time. He didn't try to make couple of friends in his school mostly because he was afraid.
"Don't be afraid of me, I didn't mean to make you frighten," she answered. She noticed that there were wires tied to him to a heart monitor. She could see some gashes on him, dried from bleeding. He still had gashes, which were worser though it was covered with white bandages… he was in an accident.
"Are you ok?" Anzu spontaneously climbed up on the bed so she could see him more closely. She wasn't too surprised that he had injuries everywhere on him. She gently placed her hand on the wound on his arm, she noticed that on his right cheek there was a wide sharp cut, "Did it hurt really bad?"
He looked at her wide; this girl was being very forward to talking to him. But he wasn't complaining, something about her made him calmed and reassured that everything would be alright, "Yes. What are you doing here in this hospital?"
"My mom is in what daddy called a coma so I'm visiting her since the doctor said that she is alright," she said to him. She felt that she made a terrible mistake as she soon saw in his face that grief was written all over.
"My mommy and daddy died in the accident, the doctor said that I was the only one to live," he choked out. He tried to stop but tears began to pour from his deep violet eyes.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry," Anzu took her hand and placed it against his cheek wiping away his tears, "Please don't cry… it pains me to see you cry."
He blinked. Why was she doing this? He could see it clear in her face that she wasn't lying, she really did mean it. But what was the whole purpose? Even she did not know herself…
He took his hands and wiped his salty tears until the last drop. Something about that girl made him felt as if he saw the light in the gash of dark. Some reason she made him more happier despite of his loss. He looked up at her, her face seemed to brighten up again. He gave her a small smile, "Thanks."
"You welcome," Anzu smiled back. "My name is Anzu."
"Yugi," he replied to her. He didn't knew a lot of children but he was aquainted with some of them but compare to her. Her smile seemed more sweeter than the ones he had seen. She seemed nice enough… maybe she wants to be friends, "I-I hope we could be friends."
Timidly he placed his hands, still moist from the tears, on hers. Anzu took her other hand and placed it on his in reassurement of her words, "Me too."
Suddenly to him, and probably to her, the room didn't seem too cold now…
"Anzu!" a voice shouted outside in the hall. Anzu knew instantly who was the owner of that voice. She felt her heart jumped with joy.
"Daddy?" She shouted for him to hear. Her father finally caught the sound of her voice and came into the room.
"Anzu where were you? I thought I lost you! Why weren't you in the playroom like I told you?" Her father said in relief. He noticed that she wasn't alone. He looked at the boy who was with her, "Who is this little boy?"
"He's my friend," Anzu gleamed, "His name is Yugi."
"Hi," Yugi said agitatedly.
"I'm glad you made a friend Anzu," he said. He couldn't be angry with her very long, besides she was only a kid. He knew better, "We have to go home now Anzu, maybe we can visit him sometime whenever we visit mommy ok?"
"How about tomorrow?" Anzu asked.
"Tomorrow sounds fine with me. Come we have to go home," with that her father left to the door.
"Ok!" Anzu climbed down from the bed and followed him, but before she left she turned back to Yugi who was still there sitting up looking at her.
"Will you come back?" Yugi ask.
"I'll come back I promise so don't worry," Anzu said, before she left from his sight she waved good-bye, "Bye!"
"Bye," Yugi murmured. He wasn't worried at all for he knew then that she would keep her promise. In a way it was like a fairytale, in a way it seemed as if it was a start of a beautiful friendship…
DaWiofFaith: "Finally I got it done! I know I don't update so soon but I do have stuffs to do in real life than writing. Sorry if the story doesn't really seem to smooth out, I don't know much on the whole hospital stuff and what specific stuff they do in there. And I've never been in a hospital for *counting with her fingers* 4-5 years."
ViolinGIlr92: "I'm bored."
Talia: "Aren't we all?"
DaWiofFaith: ………………………………………………………………………… *snore*