Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Prologue

College was at last over. Everyone had great plans for their future. Yugi has of course taken over his grandfather's Kami's game shop as well as doing architecture on the side. Tristan has partnered up with Duke to run his company selling his game: Dungeon Dice Monsters. After those two started working together, business grew. There are at least 150 of his stores across the world. Joey joined a band, and they had an opportunity to sign with a well known record company, he was the guitarist, and was pretty much known all over the world. Kaiba, of course didn't need to go to college for his intellect that has already surpassed many in his age, but he went through with it anyways. He is still CEO of Kaiba Corp, with Mokuba helping him out.

Anzu on the other hand wasn't as fast to become successful as her friends. After college, she joined a couple of dance classes to further better herself. During the summer holidays, she has finally saved enough to buy her own plane ticket and fly her way over to the Untied States to try to get into Julliard for a career in dance.

Her parents never approved of her choice of career. Saying that she will never have a good future trying to pursue such dreams, they want her to be a doctor like themselves. Many times they have argued over this matter. They told her that she will have to do everything herself if she really wants to go through with it. And she did, their last argument was the last time Anzu has spoken or seen her parents again. That night, she packed her things, purchased a ticket and flew to New York City.

Anzu has just gotten out of the building with a big smile on her face. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she breathed in a sigh of relief. She has just completed her audition as part of the Julliard application. If she passes, she gets accepted into the school.

Anzu was pretty confident in herself; she thought she has done pretty well. Walking around the big apple, she treated herself to a nice treat, instantly cooling her off in this mid summer's day. Now all she had to do was wait for their phone call to see if she's in or out.

Anzu Mazaki lived by herself in an old apartment in the middle of New York City. She was able to get a part time job to help out her expenses. She tried to save as much as she can. Julliard is defiantly not a cheap school.

"I miss my friends" She mused.

"I wonder how everyone is doing"

Not wanting to admit it, she misses her parents too. There were many occasions where she'd call home just to listen to them pick up, without ever saying a word, not being able to face them yet. After all, she was the one who left them, and doesn't have the courage to talk to them yet.

"I know it's you Anzu. We miss you, please come home soon...let's talk…please say something?"

That's what her mother usually says over the phone, after that she couldn't help but have tears well up in the corner of her eyes, and then she'd hang up before they can hear her sniffle.

It is the Friday of next week. She was supposed to get a call from Julliard today, saying if she made it in or not. With her fingers crossed to her chest, Anzu sat by the phone, anxiously waiting for the phone to ring.

Anzu glanced at the clock every so often. Anxiety was getting the best of her.

'Why aren't they calling?' She desperately asked herself. Nervously tapping her foot and chewing on her bottom lip.

Ring

Ring

She almost jumped a foot out of her chair by the sudden noise. Realizing it was the phone ringing a big smile grew and she immediately picked up.

"Hello, Anzu speaking."

Julliard had finally called her to give her the answer she's been waiting for. She listened intently for what they had to say, a big smile still plastered on her face.

Slowly, that smile slowly began to disintegrate into a thin line, and finally a frown. Her bottom lip was trembling slightly, and tears freely rolled down her cheeks and onto her clenched fist. She finally put the phone back onto the receiver and sat there until nightfall, not ever moving once from her spot, just staring at the nothingness on the wall with her small frame shaking slightly.

"Hello, Miss Mazaki, this is Sarah calling from Julliard School. I regret to inform you that you have not been accepted into our school for the program that you desired. You have danced very well during your audition, however there were many that were at a higher level than you. Please get more practice and feel free to try again next year."

Over and over again she replayed the phone conversation in her head, only making her sink further into depression.

All her life she has done nothing except dance for the wish that one day she will finally able to go to Julliard and have her career as a dancer. She's been practicing for a total of eight years, and in the time span of just 5 minutes, her lifetime dream has been shattered.

'I guess I'm just never going to be good enough for them.' She thought.

"There's nothing left for me here" She said to the wall.

"Time to go back to Domino and face my parents. I should have listened to them; I should have known I couldn't get in."

Anzu checked herself in at the airport and sat down to wait until she had to board her plane. She was still feeling pretty bad about herself. The only thing keeping her spirits up at this point was the fact that she can finally see her friends again and make up with her parents.

Flight A0360 to Domino City, Japan. Boarding now.

After hearing the announcement, she grabbed her carry-on and took one last glance out the window of New York City. Never thought she'd have to leave this place. She thought her future was going to start here. With one lone tear rolling down from her eye, she walked toward the plane.

During the duration of the flight, Anzu has been thinking about what to do with herself. She didn't even tell anyone that she was coming back. She didn't want to tell anyone what a failure she is and how much she ruined her own future, or maybe it's the fact that every time she tried to open her mouth and talk to someone, her lips would tremble and the prickling sensation in the back of her eyes would start up and tears would come out again, making her unable to talk.

Flight A0360 to Domino City, Japan. Landing now.

Anzu went to get her two small bags of luggage and stepped out of the terminal, watching the huge crowd of people cheer and scream and wave to their loved ones. She of course didn't expect anyone to be waiting for her arrival; she didn't even tell anyone she was coming back. With her head hung low, she walked out of the airport and called for a taxi to take her home.

She stared at the city lights while looking out the window. Remembering to turn her phone back on, she was about to make a phone call when she noticed that she had five missed calls and two voice messages. She pressed 1 and listened to the first message.

'Miss Mazaki, I'm Sergeant Kazuki from the Domino City Police, we have some important matters to discuss with you. Please contact us immediately when you get this message.

Anzu was confused, staring at her phone she thought what that message could have been about. Nervousness started growing inside of her. Just then, her cell phone rang again snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Hello?" she said nervously

"Miss Mazaki, thank goodness we are finally able to reach you, I am Sergeant Kazuki…what is your location right now?" He asked.

"I'm in a taxi, going home…"

"Good, I'll be outside waiting for you." With that he hung up.

A foreboding feeling started to creep up on Anzu, and she couldn't shake it off. Once she got out of the taxi, she paid the driver and was immediately confronted by Sergeant Kazuki.

"What's wrong? What happened" She asked him frantically.

The sergeant gave her a very regretful look before taking her arm and leading her to a nearby bench.

"This afternoon at around 1:00pm, you're parents, Reku Mazaki, and Mikka Mizaki was driving in downtown and was struck by an out of control cement truck."

He took a deep breath. "…they were both killed immediately."

"Miss Mazaki, I'm afraid your parents are dead."

Anzu eyes widened.

"It was said that the breaks on the truck was broken and he wasn't aware of it until when he started driving. The driver was also injured in the collision, and is now in Domino Hospital."

But Anzu has already stopped listening after he said that her parents were dead. The world was spinning, whirling mass of blue, red, white, and black. Noting even made any sense now, because what this guy just said. Everything had become some sort of illusion, some sort of sick joke, a trick! The guy couldn't be a cop after all, but he'd had the squad car and the tracer, and the gun.

Téa felt herself get dizzy when her eyes caught the firearm strapped to the Sergeant's holster. She lifted a shaking hand to her head and closed her eyes to ward out the blur.

"You're joking, right?"

Kazuki was silent. He hated this part of his job, even though he'd done it a hundred times. The looks on their faces were always heart breaking every time.

"I'm sorry for you're lost, Miss. Mazaki…you don't deserve this…."

"NO" she screamed at him.

"STOP IT, STOP TALKING!"

"It isn't true! You're lying to me!"

Kazuki remained silent. He put his hand on her shoulder as a form of comfort. He can feel her shoulder's starting to shake, this was the worst part of his job, watching them fall apart in front of him. But someone has to do it. Too bad it had to be him.

"It can't be true…" she desperately whispered.

"Mom…Dad…you can't be gone…you just can't…"

The truth was slowly sinking into her, and as time pass she can slowly feel the full blown of that unbearable pain of having a loved one leave you.

With tears blurring her vision, she knocked his hand away from her shoulder and ran.

Where she was going, not even she herself knows, all she knew was she had to run, and get away from everything.

So she ran, never once stopping to take a breath. She squeezed her eyes shut to clear her eyes of the tears, and shook her head to get the words out.

"No" She screamed

"Please let this be a dream"

In the back of her mind, she knew. Her parents are gone, and they are never coming back.

R&R