A child, no more than around the age of six, with shinning energy that could draw anyones attention from afar. Dark brown hair that reached down to her shoulders gently, tickling her clear soft skin with the slightest of movement. Blue bright eyes that twinkled with every optimistic facial expression she made, one that if a person could look into would read her to be an honest girl.

She wasn't, for she had a little secret, and even with the thousands of drawings of her and her secret were scattered in her room or school desk, no one would ever know. No thought of her being questioned about the drawings had crossed her mind, why should it? Nothing in particular was strange about it, just her and her best friend.

Yes, her best friend was a secret, it was not a big deal though since there was nothing wrong having a best friend. In fact everyone in her class were all her best friends; playing, singing, dancing, sleeping, and eating, something she always do with her friends, something she always do with her secret friend. The only difference was her secret friend was there, she was 'always' there, and at the end of the day when all her other friends were picked up by their mother and or father, her secret friend would still be there.

Another day was passing by her as she sat in her tiny plastic chair, waiting and watching the large clock above tick away the time. The sounds of the distance clock filled her head and drowned out the yells and screams of the other children, who by the looks and sounds of it were having a fun day.

She began rocking her cute slender legs back and forth excitedly, waiting for the familiar ring that dismissed everyone to go home and continue their own play by themselves or with their families. Her arms leaned forward on the seat of the chair corners, ready to jump and head out before anyone else. She was single child, but not alone, never alone, and she was content with it for her secret friend was her sister. The closest one she could ever have.

"Anzu?," a soft voice from behind the child had actually caught her distracted attention. Her teacher usually never had a concern thought for Anzu since she was easily approachable by the other kids. The teacher wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by two loud cries of fighting and cheering. Anzu thought nothing about the fight and turned her focus back to the clock, ignoring the teachers multiple gaze shift from her to the fighting children.

She decided to talk to Anzu about whatever was on her mind later, and finally spun around to give her attention to the noisy kids. Her voice fading from Anzu's ears, "boys, behave yourself...," and was once again replaced by the sound of the ticking clock. With lucky timing she counted in a low whisper, "three, two, on-," her voice was drowned out by the loud ringing sound.

She jumped up with all her energy and dash passed the kids as they began gathering their stuff to go home. Her bag containing her secret friend's special gift, bumped up and down on her small back, but she didn't mind since she lived right across from home, and with the crossing lady already allowing kids to cross the street, she would be there a lot quicker.

Her parents were always at least home when she got there, but only when she got there, before locking her inside the house to go back to work. Truthfully she hardly got to see her parents even on the weekends, and they always hated the idea of leaving her alone in the house, despite the neighborhood they lived in was clean. However, she wasn't alone, she never was and probably never will be.

Anzu took no time wasting, heading into the kitchen for the nearest stool, and sliding it against the counter near the fridge. This was where her parents always kid the cookies, which she managed to get her grubby little hands on the moment she found out. Chocolate Chip were her favorite, crunchy and chocolaty, what more could she want from cookies, besides more? Fingers trailed along the box before she could fully grab it, and hoping down to the solid tile floor.

It didn't matter where she went, but the best room was her own. Her room was completely white, as purest as it could get, but it still had light colors here and there, and different shades of white. She carelessly dropped her bag and box of cookies besides her before sitting. Right in front of her large mirror.

"Hello," she said to herself, watching and waiting for a reply. Her reflection did nothing but what she was doing at first before tilting her head to the side, taking a good look at Anzu.

"Hello Anzu," her reflection responded, before her gaze was directed to the delicious box of cookies, and gasped with excitement. Her hands made a 'plop' noise against both sides of her cheeks. "Cookies! For me?", Anzu nodded happily, seeing her secret friend all excited, she would be even happier when she notices that she brought her the gift she asked for.

Anzu picked up the box and held it out in front of the mirror, her reflection reached for it, and brought it closer to her. Pulling a cookie and began munching on it hungrily, one cookie at a time, until not even the crumbs remained. It was amazing to Anzu to watch herself eat a brand new box of cookies without a tummy ache, she had tried it once and she swore, never again.

She put the box out of view from the mirror, which did make Anzu very curious about herself. Where did the box go around the edges of the mirror. "I am still hungry... got anymore food still?," her eyes gleamed more brightly than Anzu's at that moment, but slouched down when Anzu shook her head no.

"No, mommy stopped buying a bunch long ago."

"What? That is not fair, I am hungry still. Why would she do that," her reflection began tugging a bit of her hair in frustration.

"She thinks I still keep eating them. Besides what about your mommy? Doesn't she buy you cookies? I mean you are always hungry all the time, what does she make you for lunch, or even dinner?" Whatever Anzu said made her reflection a bit sad, hopefully she won't get upset with her.

"I don't have a mommy...," it was Anzu's turned to gasp in shock. She didn't have a mother! That wasn't right, everyone deserves a mother and a father too. Did her own reflection have a father too, she had to know, but the idea of asking seemed a bit too much. She didn't want to upset herself anymore than she already seemed. Still she felt the need to ask.

"What about your daddy? You have one right? Because you can't really be by yourself?"

"I don't have a daddy either. I live all alone here, all by myself."

"Who takes care of you, when you are by yourself?"

The reflection sad expression suddenly became cheerful, as if the conversation never happened, yet she still answered her question. "Why you silly of course. You have been taking care of me."

If Anzu was the only person who was truly taking care of her than one box of cookies was definitely not enough. She was going to probably have to ask her mother for seconds at dinner from now on, and find a way to sneak the food in. It was still usual that she managed to live without her aid, what about when she was a baby, how could she have taken care of herself if they were both infants. Her mind was deep in thought about the idea of having no parents, it would crush Anzu in her opinion, she loved her parents even if she didn't get to see them as often.

She was waken from her daze by her reflexion's voice,"did you bring me my gift, that I asked for?" Anzu hesitated a bit, she did get the gift and even though at first she was content with getting at first, the feeling of guilt and regret took over. She nodded pulling the bag on her indian style lap, pulling out a small beautiful doll, made to the size of a regular barbie doll but the difference was this doll was made from fragile glass. Looking as humanly real as possible, staring in one permanent direction, and it was facing her, with a mix expression of calmness and disappointment.

She didn't like the doll one bit, as beautiful as it was, it gave her bad butterflies in her stomach. She could still remember the crying girl in her class the moment she realized that her doll was missing, causing the class to look everywhere...well almost everywhere. Again she handed the doll in the bag, like the box, out to her reflection, letting her take the doll from herself. She hugged the glass doll tightly, and surprisingly it didn't break, smoothing out the doll hair with her own delicate fingers.

All Anzu could do was watch herself play with the doll by herself. "What should we call her?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on. We have to give her a name, it wouldn't be fair to keep her without a name," it wouldn't be fair if they kept it at all, it wasn't their's to keep.

"How about...Elizabeth," it was the name the crying girl called the doll. She could still hear her crying out her name over and over in her mind.

"Hm... nah. What about Sarah?"

"Nah, I liked Elizabeth better," Anzu pressed on, wanting to at least be somewhat nice to the girl who lost her doll. Just to be somewhat fair.

"Hm...ok. I like it!," she changed her mind very quickly, seeing Anzu desperately wanting the doll to be named Elizabeth.

"So what did you do today?," she placed the doll out of view too. Anzu knew she wasn't going to be seeing that doll ever again. Just like Bobby's baseball, Nicole's comb, Alex's blanket, Joey's plastic airplane, Kenny's money, Rachael's necklace, Mary's bracelet...

"The usual...," she didn't feel like talking all of the sudden.

"I am sure, but I want to hear it...," she became sad again, "I have no one to play with usually so all I can do is talk with you." Hearing this made Anzu pity herself once again, and smiled to make her feel better.

"Well we played hide and seek, tag which I kept losing at, then we sing sang a bit, listen to a story, had lunch, took a nap, woke up and played more until-," she wanted to continue but the sound of a door opening told herself that her parents where hear. From the side of her eyes she could see the unhappy look her own reflection gave when hearing the door open. It made Anzu uncomfortable because it wasn't the 'I am sad that you will be leaving me to spend time with your parents', it had a dark glare that she was more mad. The looked took her breathe away in a bad way, and it made her sick to the stomach, but at the same time you could not blame her since she was all alone, but still... it did not seem normal.

Her reflection turned back to Anzu and said with a charming smile, one that could fool anyone thinking that nothing was wrong with her, "I think you parents are back, and so soon too? That is too bad, I wanted to talk more." She made another sad expression, trailing circles into the carpet as if she had nothing else better to do.

"No, we can still talk more, just give me a little bit of time. Mommy and Daddy might be home early to eat then I will come back straight over ok?," Anzu said hastily placing her hands on the glass, she didn't go through like the other objects did. She had always wondered what it would be like to live on the other side, what was like her own world?

She brightened up instantly giggling to herself and began twirling her hair, "ok, I will wait until you come back." Anzu nodded and got up, watching her reflection copy her exact movement, similar to like any other reflection would do.

She cheerfully glided her way to the front door, but their stuff had already been put away, which meant they were in the kitchen probably. However, they didn't seem to happy when she made her happy appearance through the kitchen, she stopped dead and her smile wiped off. Her heart was racing. (What did I do, wrong?) Well a redundant questioned, since she stole a bunch of stuff.

"I got a call a few moments ago... one of the students suspected you of stealing a doll?" her mother questioned, one eyebrow raised in curiosity, and her arms slipping from crossed to her hips. Her father on the other hand was more interested in the screen of his fancy phone, typing away probably important stuff. Soon he stopped and looked up from the phone, giving her his full attention.

"This is very serious sweetie, you, your mom and I all know that stealing is a serious crime," she bit her lip nervously, wanting to tell the truth, about her friend, but who would believe her? She was just a child after all. Her head was feeling lighter and lighter from every second of keeping her mouth shut.

Her mother didn't notice as she kneeled next to her daughter, "sweetie, if you did, just tell us, we won't be mad at you. You are a very good girl and we both know that, so we will understand if you did, ok?" Her mother might not be mad, but her reflection would be for sure, just seeing her look angry scares her.

Anzu smiled sweetly as her words tasted sour,"I heard that someone took her doll, but I didn't. I promise, mommy. I picked it up but put it back, that is all."

"Alright, that is all I needed to hear," Anzu was filled with relief that her mother was satisfied with her answer, her father on the other hand was still a bit more suspicious. She couldn't blame him either, he worked with the military, doing more fancy stuff, but secret fancy stuff. She doubted that anything secretive he knew could compare to the secret she had of her own.

"Alright, but I still want to see your book bag," he looked around for anything out of the ordinary.

"Honey...," her mother sighed tiredly but they both knew him well enough was that he was never completely satisfied until he fully confirmed it.

"Nope, I still want to see it," this wasn't good for Anzu, her mirror self still had her bag and there was no way to get it without her being seen. It was getting harder to breathe as she tried to walk down the hallway casually, parents not far off behind her. The hallway felt longer than usual, but she knew that was only because she was feeling nervous, it was making her sick to the stomach.

Her bedroom door was closed, but she could have sworn she had left it opened not long ago. The light were off too, which they shouldn't be, but then maybe because she was so nervous she did turn off the light and closed the door and simply did not remember.

Her father was being impatient, just like any man of his rank, whatever it was, and simply walked past her followed by her mother. He switched on the lights revealing her beautiful room once again, his eyes scanned looking for her bag. Anzu held her breath waiting for him to ask where it was, but he still said nothing, still searching. "There it is," he said casually with a small smile upon his lips.

Her bag laid in front of the mirror completely open and empty, which to Anzu's luck made it easier to breathe. He knelt down to her level and ruffled her hair, Anzu began to laugh and twirl around pretending as if she was being tickled.

"Alright we are having pizza tonight alright kiddo?," with that they left the young child Anzu all alone in the room. She walked over to the mirror, seeing her own reflection, but it didn't do anything besides what she did.

"You there?," she asked herself, but still nothing. It always creeped her out from time to time, when she did not answered as if she wasn't there. Just staring at herself do everything she did gave her goosebumps from time to time, and only disappeared when she responded, but when she didn't respond this time, she walked away, but didn't notice that her reflection didn't.

At the dinner table it was very awkward for her at least since she lied to them. It may have not been the first but it was the first since they started suspecting her, probably because no one could still find out who the thief was.

Her parents were completely oblivious to her quietness, chatting about their day, and right when she began to feel comfortable, her father brought up a new subject.

"Sweetie, I will be gone for the weekend, and so will your mother", Anzu's eyes casted to the floor, of course they would be gone for the weekend, which means another weekend with mean Aunt Lisa. Lisa in some case was...alright but she could be ruff many times. She could still feel the bruise she got from the last weekend, remembering Aunt Lisa blow it off as an 'she slipped and fell on the coffee table' to her parents when in reality... she was just plain mean.

However, she grew up or was growing up with those false ideas that adults know best, and never talk back to your elders. So telling on her was kinda of out of the questioned. She doubted her reflection would like the idea of her spending the weekend with a harsh Aunt, but the weird thing her Aunt didn't have any mirrors, not one single mirror, so her mirror self was never present to see her 'punishments'.

Anzu didn't say anything and continue blowing on her second slice of pizza, nibbling at the melting cheese, before taking small bites. The dinner was quiet for the rest of the evening.

"May I be excuse?," she asked, placing her half eaten second slice on the plate. Her parents looked at her for a brief moment, her father nodded returning to his own food, but her mother was always curious about the things she did. How Anzu's mind worked.

"Are you sure? You really only ate one slice...and a half."

"Yeah. I am not very hungry," she skipped off the chair, leaving her plate alone. Usually they reminded her to put away her dishes before leaving the kitchen, but this time they didn't bother her, maybe they notice she wasn't acting normal today. She wasn't that was for sure, she was almost caught, not to mention she dreaded the idea of spending any moment with Aunt Lisa.

Her room felt more comfortable alone than when she was in the kitchen with her family. Another thing she noticed about her mirror self was that she would never appear unless she actually came into view of the mirror, if Anzu could see herself then her mirror self could and most often would chat with her. But she never popped out at random.

"Hey Anzu?" she asked, spinning in circles.

"Yes?"

"They read you guys a story, right?", she stopped spinning.

"Y-yeah..why?"

"Will you read me the story?"

"I don't have a book about it," she replied embarrassed. (Poor girl, probably never have anyone read to her either) The more she listen to herself the more she felt bad. This girl had nothing, and she had everything yet she was upset over the idea of spending time with Aunt Lisa, at least she agreed to watch over her while her parents left, that had to count for something right?

"Then read my anything...but nothing boring ok?," nothing boring hm... she did have her mother's book that she used to read to her went she was younger.

"Sure one second, let me find something," she turned around and searched under her bed, the last time she could have sworn the book was- she found it. She blew off a bit of dust before returning back to the mirror, laying on her stomach trying to get comfortable.

She didn't know which one to read, so she picked a story at random, opening and flipping for the beginning of any story. The first story she came upon was a story she remember not lot ago and used to love hearing over and over again. Her mirror would definitely love this story.

"Ready? It's called Maid M-malin," she was having trouble pronouncing the name already.

"Maleen," herself simply stated. Anzu looked up directly deep in her eyes, she felt as if she was falling into a big blue ocean of herself. Her own eyes were hypnotic, or maybe only her were.

"What?," not realizing what she meant.

"It's pronounce Maleen," she smiled making Anzu blush. Her own reflection had a bigger vocabulary and better speaking pronounciation.

"Alright. There was once a king who had a son who asked in marriage the daughter of a mighty king, she was called maid maleen, and was very beautiful. As her father wished to give her to another,the prince was rejected, but as they both loved each other with all their hearts, they would not give each other up,and maid maleen said to her father, I can and will take no other for my husband."

Basically it was about a princess named Maid Maleen and a prince fell in love, but her father did not like him. Maleen did not want to marry anyone else, her father locker her and her servant in a tower, with food that would last for seven years. When seven years passed and the food was gone, no one came for them. They took turns chipping their way out and found her father was gone and the kingdom was destroyed. They then ended up working in a royal kitchen of another country.

"Then he took out a precious chain, put it

round her neck, and fastened the clasp. Thereupon they entered the

church, and the priest joined their hands together before the

altar, and married them.," she began to imagine how beautiful the necklace would look on her if she had one.

Her lover prince was getting married to the princess, but she felt too ugly for him and would not let him see her. Her wedding day she sent Maleen in her place. She told three riddles before the prince gave her a gold necklace.

"That will break your neck for you, cried the bride, and flew

into a terrible passion, but she hastened back into the room, and

said, I know now what I said to the church-door, and she

repeated the words. But where have you the jewel which I gave you

at the church-door. What jewel, she answered, you did not give

me any jewel. I myself put it round your neck, and I myself

fastened it, if you do not know that, you are not the true bride.

He drew the veil from her face, and when he saw her immeasurable

ugliness, he sprang back terrified, and said, how do you come here.

Who are you."

She switched place back with the bride but kept the necklace so when he saw the true ugly bride he asked her the three riddles. The ugly bride would keep going back to the maid for the answer, but it didn't help in the end since the ugly bride did not have the necklace.

"king, klang, gloria.

Who sits within this tower.

A king's daughter, she sits within,

a sight of her I cannot win,

the wall it will not break,

the stone cannot be pierced.

Little Hans, with your coat so gay,

follow me, follow me, fast as you may."

The ugly bride tried to have Maleen killed but the prince managed to come in on time to save her, because he saw the necklace on her. Since the necklace was proof of the marriage, they lived happily ever after. Oh and the ugly bride's head was cut off, and the children would sing songs around the tower Maleen was imprisoned in for seven years.

Anzu closed the book, and began to yawn, sitting back to a more comfortable position, laying only felt nice for so long, but then gets annoying after a while. She watched herself yawn too, and decided to break the news to her.

"I am leaving for the weekend...to Aunt Lisa's house," her eyes narrowed, which made her feel a bit nervous.

"She doesn't have mirrors..."

"I know..."

"Take one with you then."

"She might break it."

"I won't let her."

"How?," Anzu was interested on how the mirror image of herself would prevent Aunt Lisa from doing anything, especially in while she was stuck in the mirror. It was late and she need to sleep, her eyelids where getting heavy.

"Trust me," she smiled so sweetly, her eyes showed so much life yet to Anzu it was her smile that always seemed to falter. She knew a genuine smile when she see one, her were a bit ...too genuine.

"Good night Anzu," she said to Anzu before returning to copying everything she did.

Anzu turned off the light before slipping under the covers of her nice cozy bed, her eyes often gazing over the edge to see her reflection doing nothing unusual. The creepiest part of her reflection was at night, having her back turned on herself, unsure if she was actually sleeping or maybe even staring at her.

Still before she closed her eyes and drift off into a deep sleep she said, "Good night... Tea."

I know what you are thinking. Where are the hot guys? Well I got one more chapter of her being a kid then I will start. I am definitely making it a rated M. I probably might have them as kids too for the next chapter, just because I like the idea of them meeting once as kids. Yami is a dangerous guy, but he is really nice and a friend of Anzu so, it's Marik, Malik, Yami Bakura, and Seto. Maybe throw in a crushing Ryou too. Please Review! Also anyone notice Anzu the sweet child and Tea her manipulative reflection? Same person, same looks, different morals and different(slightly) names. I got that idea from the I like anzu but hate tea or vise versa.

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