An AU story dealing with the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! Pairings for this fic has NOT been set. ;) Vote now! ekekekek
Queen of Hearts-
Prelude: Semester Begins
Cerulean eyes were shining and sharp as a female took in her surrounding and placed it into her memory. It had been years since she been in Japan, leaving in her freshman year and returning half way through her senior year. Her father had sent her to stay with her aunt in New Jersey so she could attend Princeton's School of Dance programs, believing that she would flourish under such prima tutorship and training. And she did, too. Considered one of the brightest stars to grace the stage with her passion, teachers wept to hear that Mazaki Anzu would be returning to her homeland, Japan.
A pale, slender hand swept back Carmel color hair that had draped over her eyes due the cool, spring breeze. She had changed completely from that move to the United States, Anzu realized with cold shock. More then she realized, more then just her looks. Changes so intense that the 18 year old felt her stomach twist in knots from cold revelation as she beheld her school once more. 'Why has it took me this long to realize this?'
"Ahhh, Anzu, aren't you going to at least enter the building first before demanding to go back to New Jersey?" Teased an older male voice from behind her.
"Err... hai, hai, father! Of course!" Stuttered the teen as she snapped back into focus. "I just didn't realize that that everything changed so much while I was away..."
'That I've changed so much...'
"It's okay, I can only imagine that extreme changes in pace that you've been going through," Her father sounded proud and confident. "And you've been taking them well, Anzu. You shall see that you will be able to re-adjust here and perform once more."
"I know, father, but..." Anzu bit her lower lip. "But, I don't know if I want to."
"Don't want to dance?" Mr. Mazaki sounded incredulous at the thought. "You haven't been here a month and you already want to give up dancing? Mazaki Anzu, what has gotten into you?"
"Eh..." The tall teen turned away from her father, hiding her pained expression. "Sorry, father. I'm just nervous."
'How can I dance with all that is going on at home? Mother--!'
Dark brown eyes narrowed- Mr. Mazaki didn't buy that excuse.
"So, let's just get me registered for this semester's classes and you can be off to work." His daughter plastered on a brave, yet fake, smile.
Side by side, the Mazakis entered the Domino High School building.
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Kaiba Seto was late and he did not care. Mokuba was nervous about starting his second semester at the Middle School and had fought tooth and nail to the building. As his older brother, and only one the boy trusted, Seto had march him to the home room and made sure that he remained. Mokuba was painfully shy and hated change- the boy would follow him to the High School if given the chance. Endearing, but annoying.
His custom tailored school jacket swept behind him and he strolled into the office. First check in and, perhaps, get an 'excused' pass to his homeroom and find out his new classes. Semester changes were always bothersome to him.
'And to the whole student body, too,' Seto mused.
"-And this, my lovely, is the female school uniform-"
'A new student?'
"Err, madam, I do not wish to sound disrespectful, but do I have to wear it on my first day? I don't even know if that is the right size..."
Seto chuckled to himself. Females, that were new, had to be so picky on what they wore in assesory to their uniforms. The Senior approached the Secretary desk, whose owner was busy with the new girl.
"Well, Miss Mazaki, if you came a week before hand- like we requested- we would not have this problem." The older woman sounded irritated.
"I'm sorry, Miss Suzuki, but my daughter had just returned from United States and was busy with other things." So the father intervened to save his daughter from the Secretary's wraith.
Brunet hair spilling messily over his sea-blue eyes, Seto filled out the sign-in form on the desk. 'Excused by... legal guardian. Time... 8:12 AM. Reason... little brother.'
"Humph, I guess today it will be tolerated since she is from /United States/, but it will /not/ be allowed tomorrow. Understood?" A sound of tearing paper and the scribble of a pen. "Take this note with you. It shall excuse you for lack of uniform. After school today you shall report here and be given your uniforms."
"No pants?"
'An American?'
"No pants for the females. Understand?"
"Yes, madam."
"Well, let's see... oh! Kaiba Seto! Come here, please."
Straightening himself from bending over the desk, the Duel Master champion waltz around the desk and towards the Vice-Principal's office. How did that wretched woman know he was here?
With his trademark smirk etched upon his lips, Seto's dark eye-lashes opened widely, giving the Vice-Principal, Secretary, the new girl, and her father a full view of his usually blank eyes. The son of millionaire Cooperation owner, the boy never expect someone like /this/ attend their school before.
She was tall, only two inches short then himself, with a slender figure that was no means delicate, but honed with years of work and dedication to her body. Curvy in the right places, Seto noted, but not ample like some girls. He, absently added, rather liked the figure. But it was her face that was divine and made his eyes go wide.
Flawless, porcelain white skin framed by shoulder blade length hair that brought out the high cheek bones and highlighted layered sapphire eyes. A delicate up-turn nose and the most kissable lips he saw on a girl. A full upper lip and a smaller lower lip that gave her a wistful-pouty look; a very kissable and adorable look indeed. Despite the sexually attractive features, Seto never seen a more compassionate and kind face as the girl met his gaze head on.
"Mazaki Anzu, this is Kaiba Seto- he has the same home room as you." The Vice-Principal stood, gesturing to one another. "He will escort you to it and explain to you the basic rules of the school. Seto-"
"Yes sir?" Seto kept his gaze on the girl.
"This is Mazaki Anzu, your pass." Seto could swear the Vice-Principal was laughing at him behind that calm smile. "You two are excused."
Watching the girl say good bye to her father and grab her backpack, it took boy's will power not to do another once over her figure. Why was he acting like such a blushing school girl? Was he not Kaiba Seto, Duel Master Champion and Millionaire?
'And a teen boy with raging hormones.'
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Anzu was pleased that she managed to dress in something casual, yet professional- black dress slacks, deep blue mandarin shirt, and black sweater jacket. There would something she would especially miss from the United States- free dress code. At least, the Senior reveled in the thought of, she would be able to have her first day school as someone original and not lost within a school uniform. The boy- was it Seto?- noticed her.
"So, how long were you in the United States?"
"Pardon?" The girl blinked.
'Pay attention Anzu!'
"How long where you in the US?" The male sounded patient in his husky voice.
"Anou... how did you know I was there?" She was taken back for a moment.
"The pant question."
"That... pant question? Hmmm, I didn't know a question like that would be betray me so quickly. " Absently, she adjusted the backpack so the weight didn't take so much spring out her graceful walk. "About 2 and a half years."
Seto was smirked even more daringly. "Only a female that has been staying over there would be so bold to ask that kind of question."
He had her there and she stifled a laugh as they approached the Home Room.
"I guess I never thought about like that..."
"Of course, you've been Americanized." Feeling more confident with his companion, he inquired, "why were you over there?"
'Because of my mother. She excelled at dancing and wants me to follow in her foot steps. Whether if I wanted to or not.' Anzu Mazaki did not say out loud.
"I was sent to New Jersey to study through programs at Princeton's School of Dance."
'She's a dancer? No wonder she moves like a butterfly machine.'
"You must be extremely good then." Like me at Duel Monsters. "Why did you return here?"
'I wish I could tell everyone the truth.'
"My father wants me home and to graduate in Japan. He says the final exams are harder here and when I return to Princeton, I should be a little ahead and make it easier on me for my freshman year of college."
Seto nodded in agreement with her father. "yes, harder courses here will prep you more. Princeton, Miss, is impressive to say the least."
Carmel hair spilled over black as she bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Kaiba... is this our class?"
The two came to a halt outside a class with a male teacher handing out new schedules and assigning lockers to another new student. Apparently, the teacher was expecting them for he turned to door and greeted them with a smile.
"Ah, Miss Mazaki and Mister Kaiba, you made it." He held out his hand and shook Anzu's. "I have your schedules here, so take them and give them a once over. We're also getting a new seating assignment. Seto- you go to the back of the room near Mai. Miss Mazaki, you can sit next to Maxamillion near the window. Maxamillion, please stand to show her who you are."
'Silver hair.' Anzu's eyes widen. 'He's not Japanese. Is he of mixed heritage like me?'
The dancer moved forward.
'Silver...'
'....silver...'
'-and gold.'
Anzu blinked and her day began.
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Author's Notes:
It's okay for a first chapter- so what do you all think? Yugi, Yami-boyos, Miho, and gang shall be arriving in the next chapters. ;) Messing with ages and backgrounds a bit, but Duel Master battles shall be a part of this story.
As for the uniform thing, I would like to thanks to Scared Hearts and even, -cough-, Decker, for helping my out with my uniform question. ;) Mucho love to Scared Hearts, most of all.
Leave a review and suggest whose lap I should drop Anzu into.
