NEW STORY! Yay! Alrighty, I know its been a long time, super sorry about that. Alright, to tell you about my story now! Anzu Mazaki has been trapped in her own world of darkness and bitterness since Atem has left. She figured she would live a long, bitter life. But she was wrong. Walking home from school she saves a child from being hit by on-coming traffic. Her death is slow, but fast at the same time. Hoping to be at peace let's the bliss of being at peace sink into her mind. But Death has different plans. Death wants Anzu to be the new Death, and he won't take 'no' for an answer. Now she must take up the sythe and the wings that seem to be stuck inbetween an angel's and a demon's wings and take the souls of the living. After five years she returns, changed forever. Her friends feel a stiring in the air, someone is messing with soul count. Anzu's being affected by it and so is the Afterlife. With a little digging, the Afterlife finds out that Zorc has a son, and he just happens to be Anzu's apprentice.
Disclaimer!: I don't own Yugioh, nor do I own Gary Jules, Mad World.
Becoming Death
Chapter 1
Anzu Mazaki looked out her window, watching the rain as it fell in a steady beat. Pressing her forehead against the cold bitter glass, she thought about him, again. She would probably never be free of his hold on her.
She gave him her heart and now she would never get it back. Some days she thought he hadn't given her anything, other days she hoped he had given his heart to her and that he felt the same way. But she knew, deep down that she wasn't enough for him, she was some nobody from the future while he was of royalty and had noble blood running through his veins.
Anzu squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth together as a fresh wave of pain flooded over her. Her long sharp nails ranked down the window, leaving small scratches behind.
Turning around to do something other than scratch the window she turned on the radio. A voice announced a song and a moment later the soft sound of a piano could be heard. She recognized the song immediately, though she didn't know why.
It was Gary Jules Mad World.
All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere . . .
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
Anzu wondered how simple words could not describe one's mood but when you found the right song with the right words, it described you, perfectly.
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world.
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell what's my lesson?
Look right through me, Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarge your world
Mad World.
The song ended leaving behind a sad air. Anzu sighed and sank into the pillow on her bed letting sleep claim her, taking her into a mad world . . . her mad world.
She woke up to the bright light of the sun. School. Anzu groaned and slammed her hand into her pillow. Anything but school. Her alarm went off at that moment and let off a happy chime that seemed to mock her.
Getting up so she could get ready she turned off the alarm and went into her closet to get out the school uniform. Letting her thoughts claim her again, Anzu wondered why she had been almost late those days in the past. It seemed a bit stupid.
"Anzu, are you up?" her mother called.
"Yes." She replied opening her door and closing it. Walking down she was met with the smell of her Mother's cooking.
"Hungry?"
"No, I'm not, but could you save me some when I get home?"
"Of course honey." Her mother smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Now, off to school."
"Bye Mom!"
"Bye-bye!" she called as Anzu closed the front door. Spring and graduation was around the corner, she could feel it in the air as she walked.
Suddenly she felt someone run into her from behind. "Anzu!" She sighed and shook her head. She knew that voice.
"Hey Yugi. You're unusually early. Something happen last night?"
"No, I just felt like getting to school on time." He laughed. Yugi had grown plenty since Atem left. His eyes had lost a little bit of their innocent look, but he was still the same boy on the inside. "Are you going to wait for Joey and Tristan?"
"When I could be late? No, besides, they usually get there before me. So what's the point." She said coldly. Yugi flinched at her cold tone and looked at her warily. Anzu had been doing more of that lately too; her comments seemed to be sharper, crueler and hurtful.
The bitterness was making it worse and now her soul seemed to be made of it. Nothing was left, nothing. Dancing wasn't even fun anymore, her dream had been buried in pain and bitterness.
Yugi was in a talkative mood that day and he wanted to see Anzu smile, even if it only lasted a second. He said all the jokes he could think of, some made her smile, but it wasn't genuine.
When they got to school it turned out the Anzu was right about Joey and Tristan being there already. They greeted them as they came into the classroom. "Finally! I thought you guys were never gonna get here." Joey laughed.
Yugi smiled and went into a conversation about a duel tournament that was coming up. They had been dueling a lot more lately. Anzu wondered if it was their way to counter the grief of Atem leaving . . .
The teacher came in then so attention was shifted to him. Anzu let his words flow into her and out. She already knew this stuff. Anzu closed her eyes and slipped into her dark world of emotions. The teacher wouldn't notice, she was sitting in the back anyway.
The day went by sluggishly. At lunch Anzu sat in the classroom eating her sandwich when she noticed something dark in the corner of her eye. Turning where she saw the dark shape she saw nothing.
She went to the window and looked out it, confusion rolling off her. What had she seen? From her window she looked out over the school, looking for some dark figure.
Anzu gave up when she couldn't find anything that resembled the dark figure she had seen so she turned away to her desk and continued to eat.
As the day passed on Anzu got the feeling that she was being followed. She kept feeling as if someone had touched her on the shoulder or someone breathing on her neck.
When the day finally ended she practically ran out of the school, fearing that she was being stalked.
"Hey Anzu! Wait up!" someone called out. Turning around she spotted Joey, Tristan, and Yugi running after her. They came up next to her, gasping for air a little bit. "What's the rush?"
"I . . . I just wanted to get home." She replied. She rather not speak her suspicions out knowing what they would do. Joey would go around campus glaring at everyone and pick a fight with every guy that looked her way. Yugi and Tristan would be right behind him.
As they walked together Anzu felt it again! She had to stop the urge to look behind her. Even when she was with her friends she felt like this. If she wasn't with them right now she probably would have growled like an animal.
When they reached a crosswalk and waited to cross Anzu closed her eyes and tried to make the noise disappear. A man was screaming on his phone, some girls were babbling non-stop and . . . a bouncing sound?
She opened her eyes to see a bright red ball bouncing into the heavy traffic. Then a child shot in to the traffic.
You would have thought that time slowed, like in the movies, but no. It seemed to speed up. All she could remember was pushing the child out of the street; pain flooded her mind and before the darkness descended upon her she heard Yugi begging her to wake up, for her to hold on.
"Anzu! Please, hold . . . Anzu! Listen . . . me!" He was yelling, his voice wavering.
"Anzu . . . don't die!" he begged before black and purple shadows curled around her, pulling her somewhere. Then, the darkness descended.
Alright! What do you guys think? Does it sound good? I hope so!
Alright, if you guys like this then I'm happy! But this will be a DARK story, love and yummy romance will be put into it, but still dark. Now I'll put some humor it this but not much. Now, to get to the point, Sara Darkotter will be doing a humorous version of the 'Death' story. It won't be anything like mine. Plot very different. So, if you like humor and you like this, keep a look-out for Sara Darkotter's version.