I Remember Everyone Who Leaves
The Kame Shop stood barren and empty. The paint was
peeling and very pale. The windows were dusty and some
were cracked by thrown rocks. The sign was covered
with graffiti. The door swung back and forth on its
hinges in the wind. A gust of wind blew hundreds of
leaves off the roof, along with a few crumbling tiles.
The sign on the door was blowing left and right, but
you could still make out the word CLOSED. The inside
was just as bad as the outside; cold, dark, dusty and
not a single customer in or out. Not one item stood on
the empty shelves. A few cards lay on the floor,
though and that was it. The counter was gathering more
dust then anything else. The cash register was open
and bare. The glass window on the counter was so
clouded you couldn't see what was in it. The one thing
that looked new in the shop was the notice on the
front door…
Sentenced to be torn down on November 15th, 2014.
A young man stood in front of the Kame Shop, watching
the CLOSED sign blow side to side. He was tall, thin
and muscular, with slicked-back hair and dark brown
eyes. He was wearing a plain green jacket and blue
jeans. In his hand was a note that read: Please meet
me at the G.S. That was where he was, but nobody was
there. He sat down on an old park bench and gazed at
the shop. He remembered when it was still up and
running. He loved going down there with his friends,
buying cards to play and to just chill out. The owner
of the shop was the one who taught him how to use what
he loved to do to make money. He had heeded the
owner's advice and was now a pretty stable person. He
had a home, food and a job he loved. But then the
owner passed away. He and his friends tried to keep
the game shop running, but it just wasn't good enough.
Someone else bought it and that someone was going to
have it torn down. The young man's eyes flashed. He
hated who bought the shop. He hated him long before
that.
The man stood up. 'While I wait,' he thought to
himself, 'I might as well have one last look around.'
He pushed the door to the shop open and walked inside.
Every step he made the floor creak loudly. He looked
over at the shelves, remembering when they were full
of different games and other doodads. He walked across
the room, and wiped away the dust on the glass window
on the counter. The case was empty, except for one
thing; a playing card. It was old and torn, with the
edges folding over. The young man walked behind the
counter and reached into the case. He took out the
card and wiped it off. There was a picture of a dragon
on the front. A white dragon with fierce blue eyes…
"Hey." Said a soft voice behind him. He turned
quickly. Standing there was a woman.
The woman was very young, possibly his age, maybe
younger. She was thin and very pretty. Her dark hair
was pulled back in a bun. Her bright eyes looked
rather faded, depressed. She was wearing a tight black
t-shirt with a gray sweat-suit jacket hanging loosely
over it, with faded gray sweatpants. Her black shoes
made clicking noises when she walked. They were tap
shoes. Slung over her shoulder was a white and red
faded duffle bag with the words Interpretive Dancing
School written on the front. She smiled at the young
man and he smiled back, for he knew this woman. He
knew her very well.
"Well, Anzu Mazaki, the famous dancing teacher. Long
time, no see." He said finally. "Nice to see you too,
Katsuya Jounouchi, top-rank duelist in Japan." She
replied with a grin. Anzu ran across the room and
threw her arms around Jounouchi's neck. He blushed,
but instantly began to squirm. "Hey, hey! Too much
love, too much love!" He shouted. Anzu laughed and let
go. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing herself. "But I
missed you so much…" Jounouchi nodded. "Eight years,
last time I checked." Anzu nodded, her eyes growing
glassy. "Look, you're probably wondering why I asked
you to come here." She finally said. "It crossed my
mind." He answered. She smiled, but lowered her head
slightly. "I've been passing the shop a lot on my way
to the theatre. I just can't stand it anymore; we have
to keep him from knocking it down." Jounouchi gaped at
her, then shook his head. "Anzu, we've already tried
everything. It can't be helped…this place is old, and
nobody could run it now." He replied, resting his hand
on her shoulder. Anzu blinked tears out of her eyes.
"But…but, Jounouchi…" she stammered, and she burst
into tears. She collapsed to her knees on the floor
and covered her face with her hands. "We… we just have
to do something…anything…" she sobbed. Jounouchi knelt
down and tilted her chin up. "I'm sorry," he said
quietly. "We've tried everything in our power to keep
the shop alive. But he simply won't listen to reason.
Ryuji's still trying, but it's over."
"Motoh!" Mr. Arashi shouted. "Quit daydreaming and get
back to work!!" Yugi looked up from his desk. "Yes,
sir." He murmured. He looked down at the specimen on
his desk; a cracked red clay pot with hieroglyphs all
over it. He studied the symbols for a few minutes,
then scribbled down on his notepad: Ancient Egypt,
around the Ramses II period. Tells the story of
Judgment of the Dead. He scribbled key words under his
notes, such as Anubis and Ma'at, the Egyptian gods who
judged the dead. He also wrote down Millennium Scales.
That's what was used in the Judgment Test. 'These will
help with the display subtitle.' He thought as he put
away the pot on one of the many shelves in the lab.
Yugi Motoh, now grown up, was a junior archaeologist
at the Domino Museum. It was a well-paid job, and Yugi
was very good at it. He had been studying Ancient
Egypt in high school and college to help figure out
where his Millennium Puzzle came from. If he could
figure out what period it was from, and what was
happening at that time, maybe he could finally figure
out where Yami's past originated. Hopefully soon, he
will find the answer.
"Hello-o-o, anyone home!?" It took perhaps thirty
seconds for Yugi to realize that someone was prodding
him on the back. He turned around to face a giant
poker from on of the shelves. "OW!" he shouted as it
pushed into his stomach. "Bakura! Knock it off!"
Bakura placed the poker back on the shelf. "Well, I've
been poking you for ten minutes, and I got impatient!"
Bakura replied with a scoff. "You're always off in
la-la land! Are you thinking about finding artifacts?"
Yugi glared at his partner as he pushed his notepad
under his desk. "No, but is it a horrible crime to
doze off every now and then? I don't see you working
24-7, either!" Bakura laughed sarcastically. Both of
them were pretty bad! Suddenly the door blew
open—again. "If you two don't stop chit-chatting,
you're both fired!!" Mr. Arashi shouted angrily. As
the door slammed, both boys burst out laughing. "Ya
know," said Bakura, "Sometimes I wish it was like the
old days with everyone else." Yugi sighed. He missed
his friends a lot, but he couldn't let them distract
him from work.
"I implore you! I'll pay any price! Just don't—"No!
The building belongs to me and I can do what I wish
with it!" Ryuji Otogi slammed his hand down on the
desk. "I will not give up!" He shouted angrily. "I'll
give you anything…I'll give you my whole company!!
Just don't tear it down!" Seto Kaiba looked up from
his laptop. "You drive a hard bargain," he said with a
trace of sarcasm. "But no." Otogi glared at him from
across the table. "You…you…" he stammered, fury
flowing through his body. Kaiba smiled icily. "Give it
up, Ryuji." He sneered. "You'll never win. That
building is mine; I'm tearing it down and building my
own store. Kaiba Corporation products need to be
distributed to the public, and besides, the Kame Shop
is over, through, kaput. Yugi and his geeky pals gave
up on it, why don't you?" Otogi clenched his fists.
"They didn't give up," he said, willing himself not to
strangle Kaiba. "They put their faith in me. None of
them have the power to overrun you but I do. I have a
company of my own, and mark my words, Seto Kaiba, I
will save that store, fix it up, and make it a game
store once again." Kaiba shook his head and grinned
wickedly. "You sound like a prophet. I have no time
for this. Get out." He said icily. Otogi stared at him
with an anger so intense it threatened to explode.
Then he grabbed his briefcase and papers and stormed
out of Kaiba's office.
Otogi walked out of Kaiba Corp., cursing under his
breath. He hated Kaiba. He hated him with a hatred so
red-hot you couldn't imagine it. As he went to his
car, he saw his business partner leaning against it.
"How did it go?" He asked. Otogi shook his head. "Not
good, Honda, not good. He won't give it up; I even had
to resort to giving up my company, but no, he's
stubborn as a mule." Honda snickered. "More like a
jackass." He replied. At this Otogi laughed. "Yeah, a
jackass." He unlocked his car and got in. "You need a
lift?" he asked out the window. Honda shook his head.
"Nah, I'll walk. Thanks though." Otogi backed out of
the parking lot, waved goodbye to Honda, and drove
away. Honda headed down the street, swearing under his
breath. "No-good, rotten, selfish hell-born bitch." He
swore, fighting to keep his voice low. "Kaiba thinks
he's so-o-o great, with his fancy stores and gismos."
Honda clenched his fists and fought not to scream it.
As he reached his apartment house, his fiancée walked
out to greet him. He wrapped his arms around her,
caressing her long auburn hair. "You are definitely a
sight for sore eyes, Shizuka." He said softly. Her
brown eyes gazed deeply into his. "I take it didn't go
so well." Shizuka answered. "No, it didn't." Honda
replied, gripping her shoulders. "Otogi's still
fightin', but in my opinion, it's a lost cause."
Shizuka's eyes filled with tears. "It's not fair," she
sobbed quietly. "How could Kaiba be so cruel? After
all we did for him!"
A young boy stood in the graveyard. In front of him
was a tombstone marked 'Sugoroku Motoh, Beloved
grandfather.' The date was beneath the scripture. The
boy was scrawny with shaggy black hair and soft
lavender-gray eyes. His school uniform hung loosely on
him, wavering in the breeze. He heard crunching of dry
leaves behind him and turned. Standing there was a
girl a few years younger than him. Her long blond hair
was tied in two plaited pigtails, hanging by her ears.
Her aquamarine-colored eyes were glassy and red from
previous crying. She smiled weakly, and he smiled
back. "Hey, Rebecca." He said quietly. Rebecca walked
up beside him, staring at Sugoroku's grave. "Hello,
Mokuba. I've missed you at school." She replied.
Mokuba shrugged. "Seto's been going on lots of
business trips lately." He said softly. "He wants me
with him." Rebecca looked up at him, a trace of pity
in her eyes. "He's miserable, isn't he?" she asked,
readying herself for the answer. "Yes." Mokuba
answered, in a gray voice. "He can't stand that
everybody's against him. He can't show his face in the
city; they'll mock him and call him a monster. The
Board is tired of all his suggestions. He's scared.
One rejection more, and he'll go straight to jail."
Rebecca rested her head on Mokuba's shoulder. "He's
ruined his own life." She said, gazing at Sugoroku's
tombstone.
"His company is the only powerful company in this
whole city. Without it, the city's stock will crash.
There will be no more Domino City, or Battle City.
People will lose their jobs, their homes, their…
families." Rebecca closed her eyes, remembering the
day that Sugoroku died. There was Yugi, sobbing over
the hospital bed. There was Jounouchi, holding a
hysteric Shizuka in his arms. Anzu on her knees,
crying into her hands. Honda and Ryuji, lowering their
heads, looking like statues. Then she heard Yugi
shouted angrily; "So you're just going to give up?!
You're going to die of shame? Why, Grandpa, why?!" He
threw his prized deck of cards out the window. They
blew helter-skelter in the high winds. "Fine!" he
shouted, "FINE! If you're giving up, then so am I! I'm
never dueling again!!" "Yugi!" Anzu cried, grabbing
his shoulders. "What are you saying? Grandpa wouldn't
want you to give up just like that!" Yugi pulled away
from her. "He did," he cried, pointing at the covered
form on the bed. "He did, so why can't I?!" He pushed
Anzu away and ran out the door. Rebecca had tried to
chase him, but Honda stopped him. "Leave him alone,"
he said quietly. "He's upset; he'll come around." But
by the time Yugi came around, it was too late. The
Kame Shop was bought, and everyone had left. He
started over from scratch, became an archaeologist,
and left as well. "It's not fair." Rebecca cried
suddenly, tears pouring. "All hope is gone and it's
not fair!"
Jounouchi and Anzu stood on Anzu's front porch.
"Thanks for meeting me." Said Anzu. "I'm glad we got a
chance to talk before I…" she trailed off. "I…what?"
asked Jounouchi, puzzled. Anzu's eyes brimmed with
tears. "I'm leaving." She said softly, her voice
shaking. Jounouchi shook his head. "No…no, not you
too." He begged, refusing to believe what he just
heard. "I'm going to New York." Anzu said. "I can't
stand to be in this city any longer." "Don't!"
Jounouchi cried suddenly, gripping her shoulders. "I
can't be alone; Yugi and Bakura are never here,
they're always at work; Ryuji moved away to keep up
with Kaiba. Honda and Shizuka moved away so Honda
could work for Ryuji; Mokuba and Rebecca are in junior
high, they're never home." Jounouchi forced himself to
hold back tears. "Anzu, please don't leave. Everyone's
left me. My own sister left me. Don't you leave me,
too—I can't live without you!" Anzu burst into tears
and crumpled to the ground. Jounouchi caught her and
held her tightly in his arms. "I…I can't…" Anzu
stammered. "I can't, Jounouchi…I have to leave, to
move on, to fulfill the dream I've always had." She
looked up, into his eyes. "Soon, you shall leave,
too." She said. "We'll all go, we'll forget about each
other, we'll go on." Jounouchi gazed into her soft
blue eyes. Slowly he understood and let go of her
shoulders. Then he leaned forward and kissed her
softly on the lips. "I'll remember you, though." He
said as he turned away.
"I'll remember everyone who leaves."
The Kame Shop stood barren and empty. The paint was
peeling and very pale. The windows were dusty and some
were cracked by thrown rocks. The sign was covered
with graffiti. The door swung back and forth on its
hinges in the wind. A gust of wind blew hundreds of
leaves off the roof, along with a few crumbling tiles.
The sign on the door was blowing left and right, but
you could still make out the word CLOSED. The inside
was just as bad as the outside; cold, dark, dusty and
not a single customer in or out. Not one item stood on
the empty shelves. A few cards lay on the floor,
though and that was it. The counter was gathering more
dust then anything else. The cash register was open
and bare. The glass window on the counter was so
clouded you couldn't see what was in it. The one thing
that looked new in the shop was the notice on the
front door…
Sentenced to be torn down on November 15th, 2014.
A young man stood in front of the Kame Shop, watching
the CLOSED sign blow side to side. He was tall, thin
and muscular, with slicked-back hair and dark brown
eyes. He was wearing a plain green jacket and blue
jeans. In his hand was a note that read: Please meet
me at the G.S. That was where he was, but nobody was
there. He sat down on an old park bench and gazed at
the shop. He remembered when it was still up and
running. He loved going down there with his friends,
buying cards to play and to just chill out. The owner
of the shop was the one who taught him how to use what
he loved to do to make money. He had heeded the
owner's advice and was now a pretty stable person. He
had a home, food and a job he loved. But then the
owner passed away. He and his friends tried to keep
the game shop running, but it just wasn't good enough.
Someone else bought it and that someone was going to
have it torn down. The young man's eyes flashed. He
hated who bought the shop. He hated him long before
that.
The man stood up. 'While I wait,' he thought to
himself, 'I might as well have one last look around.'
He pushed the door to the shop open and walked inside.
Every step he made the floor creak loudly. He looked
over at the shelves, remembering when they were full
of different games and other doodads. He walked across
the room, and wiped away the dust on the glass window
on the counter. The case was empty, except for one
thing; a playing card. It was old and torn, with the
edges folding over. The young man walked behind the
counter and reached into the case. He took out the
card and wiped it off. There was a picture of a dragon
on the front. A white dragon with fierce blue eyes…
"Hey." Said a soft voice behind him. He turned
quickly. Standing there was a woman.
The woman was very young, possibly his age, maybe
younger. She was thin and very pretty. Her dark hair
was pulled back in a bun. Her bright eyes looked
rather faded, depressed. She was wearing a tight black
t-shirt with a gray sweat-suit jacket hanging loosely
over it, with faded gray sweatpants. Her black shoes
made clicking noises when she walked. They were tap
shoes. Slung over her shoulder was a white and red
faded duffle bag with the words Interpretive Dancing
School written on the front. She smiled at the young
man and he smiled back, for he knew this woman. He
knew her very well.
"Well, Anzu Mazaki, the famous dancing teacher. Long
time, no see." He said finally. "Nice to see you too,
Katsuya Jounouchi, top-rank duelist in Japan." She
replied with a grin. Anzu ran across the room and
threw her arms around Jounouchi's neck. He blushed,
but instantly began to squirm. "Hey, hey! Too much
love, too much love!" He shouted. Anzu laughed and let
go. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing herself. "But I
missed you so much…" Jounouchi nodded. "Eight years,
last time I checked." Anzu nodded, her eyes growing
glassy. "Look, you're probably wondering why I asked
you to come here." She finally said. "It crossed my
mind." He answered. She smiled, but lowered her head
slightly. "I've been passing the shop a lot on my way
to the theatre. I just can't stand it anymore; we have
to keep him from knocking it down." Jounouchi gaped at
her, then shook his head. "Anzu, we've already tried
everything. It can't be helped…this place is old, and
nobody could run it now." He replied, resting his hand
on her shoulder. Anzu blinked tears out of her eyes.
"But…but, Jounouchi…" she stammered, and she burst
into tears. She collapsed to her knees on the floor
and covered her face with her hands. "We… we just have
to do something…anything…" she sobbed. Jounouchi knelt
down and tilted her chin up. "I'm sorry," he said
quietly. "We've tried everything in our power to keep
the shop alive. But he simply won't listen to reason.
Ryuji's still trying, but it's over."
"Motoh!" Mr. Arashi shouted. "Quit daydreaming and get
back to work!!" Yugi looked up from his desk. "Yes,
sir." He murmured. He looked down at the specimen on
his desk; a cracked red clay pot with hieroglyphs all
over it. He studied the symbols for a few minutes,
then scribbled down on his notepad: Ancient Egypt,
around the Ramses II period. Tells the story of
Judgment of the Dead. He scribbled key words under his
notes, such as Anubis and Ma'at, the Egyptian gods who
judged the dead. He also wrote down Millennium Scales.
That's what was used in the Judgment Test. 'These will
help with the display subtitle.' He thought as he put
away the pot on one of the many shelves in the lab.
Yugi Motoh, now grown up, was a junior archaeologist
at the Domino Museum. It was a well-paid job, and Yugi
was very good at it. He had been studying Ancient
Egypt in high school and college to help figure out
where his Millennium Puzzle came from. If he could
figure out what period it was from, and what was
happening at that time, maybe he could finally figure
out where Yami's past originated. Hopefully soon, he
will find the answer.
"Hello-o-o, anyone home!?" It took perhaps thirty
seconds for Yugi to realize that someone was prodding
him on the back. He turned around to face a giant
poker from on of the shelves. "OW!" he shouted as it
pushed into his stomach. "Bakura! Knock it off!"
Bakura placed the poker back on the shelf. "Well, I've
been poking you for ten minutes, and I got impatient!"
Bakura replied with a scoff. "You're always off in
la-la land! Are you thinking about finding artifacts?"
Yugi glared at his partner as he pushed his notepad
under his desk. "No, but is it a horrible crime to
doze off every now and then? I don't see you working
24-7, either!" Bakura laughed sarcastically. Both of
them were pretty bad! Suddenly the door blew
open—again. "If you two don't stop chit-chatting,
you're both fired!!" Mr. Arashi shouted angrily. As
the door slammed, both boys burst out laughing. "Ya
know," said Bakura, "Sometimes I wish it was like the
old days with everyone else." Yugi sighed. He missed
his friends a lot, but he couldn't let them distract
him from work.
"I implore you! I'll pay any price! Just don't—"No!
The building belongs to me and I can do what I wish
with it!" Ryuji Otogi slammed his hand down on the
desk. "I will not give up!" He shouted angrily. "I'll
give you anything…I'll give you my whole company!!
Just don't tear it down!" Seto Kaiba looked up from
his laptop. "You drive a hard bargain," he said with a
trace of sarcasm. "But no." Otogi glared at him from
across the table. "You…you…" he stammered, fury
flowing through his body. Kaiba smiled icily. "Give it
up, Ryuji." He sneered. "You'll never win. That
building is mine; I'm tearing it down and building my
own store. Kaiba Corporation products need to be
distributed to the public, and besides, the Kame Shop
is over, through, kaput. Yugi and his geeky pals gave
up on it, why don't you?" Otogi clenched his fists.
"They didn't give up," he said, willing himself not to
strangle Kaiba. "They put their faith in me. None of
them have the power to overrun you but I do. I have a
company of my own, and mark my words, Seto Kaiba, I
will save that store, fix it up, and make it a game
store once again." Kaiba shook his head and grinned
wickedly. "You sound like a prophet. I have no time
for this. Get out." He said icily. Otogi stared at him
with an anger so intense it threatened to explode.
Then he grabbed his briefcase and papers and stormed
out of Kaiba's office.
Otogi walked out of Kaiba Corp., cursing under his
breath. He hated Kaiba. He hated him with a hatred so
red-hot you couldn't imagine it. As he went to his
car, he saw his business partner leaning against it.
"How did it go?" He asked. Otogi shook his head. "Not
good, Honda, not good. He won't give it up; I even had
to resort to giving up my company, but no, he's
stubborn as a mule." Honda snickered. "More like a
jackass." He replied. At this Otogi laughed. "Yeah, a
jackass." He unlocked his car and got in. "You need a
lift?" he asked out the window. Honda shook his head.
"Nah, I'll walk. Thanks though." Otogi backed out of
the parking lot, waved goodbye to Honda, and drove
away. Honda headed down the street, swearing under his
breath. "No-good, rotten, selfish hell-born bitch." He
swore, fighting to keep his voice low. "Kaiba thinks
he's so-o-o great, with his fancy stores and gismos."
Honda clenched his fists and fought not to scream it.
As he reached his apartment house, his fiancée walked
out to greet him. He wrapped his arms around her,
caressing her long auburn hair. "You are definitely a
sight for sore eyes, Shizuka." He said softly. Her
brown eyes gazed deeply into his. "I take it didn't go
so well." Shizuka answered. "No, it didn't." Honda
replied, gripping her shoulders. "Otogi's still
fightin', but in my opinion, it's a lost cause."
Shizuka's eyes filled with tears. "It's not fair," she
sobbed quietly. "How could Kaiba be so cruel? After
all we did for him!"
A young boy stood in the graveyard. In front of him
was a tombstone marked 'Sugoroku Motoh, Beloved
grandfather.' The date was beneath the scripture. The
boy was scrawny with shaggy black hair and soft
lavender-gray eyes. His school uniform hung loosely on
him, wavering in the breeze. He heard crunching of dry
leaves behind him and turned. Standing there was a
girl a few years younger than him. Her long blond hair
was tied in two plaited pigtails, hanging by her ears.
Her aquamarine-colored eyes were glassy and red from
previous crying. She smiled weakly, and he smiled
back. "Hey, Rebecca." He said quietly. Rebecca walked
up beside him, staring at Sugoroku's grave. "Hello,
Mokuba. I've missed you at school." She replied.
Mokuba shrugged. "Seto's been going on lots of
business trips lately." He said softly. "He wants me
with him." Rebecca looked up at him, a trace of pity
in her eyes. "He's miserable, isn't he?" she asked,
readying herself for the answer. "Yes." Mokuba
answered, in a gray voice. "He can't stand that
everybody's against him. He can't show his face in the
city; they'll mock him and call him a monster. The
Board is tired of all his suggestions. He's scared.
One rejection more, and he'll go straight to jail."
Rebecca rested her head on Mokuba's shoulder. "He's
ruined his own life." She said, gazing at Sugoroku's
tombstone.
"His company is the only powerful company in this
whole city. Without it, the city's stock will crash.
There will be no more Domino City, or Battle City.
People will lose their jobs, their homes, their…
families." Rebecca closed her eyes, remembering the
day that Sugoroku died. There was Yugi, sobbing over
the hospital bed. There was Jounouchi, holding a
hysteric Shizuka in his arms. Anzu on her knees,
crying into her hands. Honda and Ryuji, lowering their
heads, looking like statues. Then she heard Yugi
shouted angrily; "So you're just going to give up?!
You're going to die of shame? Why, Grandpa, why?!" He
threw his prized deck of cards out the window. They
blew helter-skelter in the high winds. "Fine!" he
shouted, "FINE! If you're giving up, then so am I! I'm
never dueling again!!" "Yugi!" Anzu cried, grabbing
his shoulders. "What are you saying? Grandpa wouldn't
want you to give up just like that!" Yugi pulled away
from her. "He did," he cried, pointing at the covered
form on the bed. "He did, so why can't I?!" He pushed
Anzu away and ran out the door. Rebecca had tried to
chase him, but Honda stopped him. "Leave him alone,"
he said quietly. "He's upset; he'll come around." But
by the time Yugi came around, it was too late. The
Kame Shop was bought, and everyone had left. He
started over from scratch, became an archaeologist,
and left as well. "It's not fair." Rebecca cried
suddenly, tears pouring. "All hope is gone and it's
not fair!"
Jounouchi and Anzu stood on Anzu's front porch.
"Thanks for meeting me." Said Anzu. "I'm glad we got a
chance to talk before I…" she trailed off. "I…what?"
asked Jounouchi, puzzled. Anzu's eyes brimmed with
tears. "I'm leaving." She said softly, her voice
shaking. Jounouchi shook his head. "No…no, not you
too." He begged, refusing to believe what he just
heard. "I'm going to New York." Anzu said. "I can't
stand to be in this city any longer." "Don't!"
Jounouchi cried suddenly, gripping her shoulders. "I
can't be alone; Yugi and Bakura are never here,
they're always at work; Ryuji moved away to keep up
with Kaiba. Honda and Shizuka moved away so Honda
could work for Ryuji; Mokuba and Rebecca are in junior
high, they're never home." Jounouchi forced himself to
hold back tears. "Anzu, please don't leave. Everyone's
left me. My own sister left me. Don't you leave me,
too—I can't live without you!" Anzu burst into tears
and crumpled to the ground. Jounouchi caught her and
held her tightly in his arms. "I…I can't…" Anzu
stammered. "I can't, Jounouchi…I have to leave, to
move on, to fulfill the dream I've always had." She
looked up, into his eyes. "Soon, you shall leave,
too." She said. "We'll all go, we'll forget about each
other, we'll go on." Jounouchi gazed into her soft
blue eyes. Slowly he understood and let go of her
shoulders. Then he leaned forward and kissed her
softly on the lips. "I'll remember you, though." He
said as he turned away.
"I'll remember everyone who leaves."