"Damn, damn alarm. Doesn't know when to shut up. Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up." Anzu Mazaki grumbled as she got up from bed, one eye closed, the other eye on the clock. As she was getting up, she threw her right hand toward the nightstand next to her in order to hit the snooze button. In the end, it was a sad attempt because she hit the clock on the side, and a spring popped out, causing the sound of chiming bells to be heard throughout her house.
Anzu didn't care about the noise she was making because her parents weren't home. Actually, her parents were never home. She remembered that as a child, she would be at her aunt's house for hours. On the rare occasions that she did see her mother, she would ask, "Mommy, where did you and daddy go again?" But her mother would end up giving her the same answer: "Don't worry about it honey."
'What, were they on the run from the cops? Or better yet, FBI's?' she wondered.
As Anzu threw her blanket off, she yawned deeply. Letting the blanket fall where it may, she rose from the bed and stretched her sore muscles. Dancing did take a toll on her body, but what could she say? She loved dancing. She wanted to be a dancer. Even at the early age of 14, she knew it was hers. To Anzu, dancing was like art: a way to cope, express herself, and find that star within her.
She walked to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She took one glance into the mirror and the person looking back was an ambitious 17 year old, blue-eyed girl, with brown shoulder-length hair that framed her face and complemented the beauty that she possessed.
After glancing in the mirror, Anzu retreated to get her toothbrush. She couldn't but help think about Stephan, the one constant thing in her life. They had been going out for six months already, and Anzu had never felt the way she was feeling, as she stood before the mirror. The feeling of wanting to wake up every morning and smile, and just look forward to the day, was overwhelming. Anzu could never forget her friends Jounouchi, Honda, Shizuka,Otogi , and especially Yugi. They always made her day. But Anzu knew true to her heart that her friends wouldn't always be there because they had their own lives and dreams, too. Of course they would stand by her, but how long would that forever stand for? Anzu knew she had to stand on her own feet, but sometimes it would be nice to have the support of her friends instead of her always supporting them.
Anzu was very much in love with Stephan and Stephan was very much in love with Anzu, but that was of course what she thought. Stephan might have never told her that he loved her, but she could feel it in her heart. Anzu loved him because he would shower her with affectionate things such as flowers, chocolates, compliments, kisses, and teddy bears. Anzu really didn't have a problem with Stephan because he respected her. Even when he became too sexual with her, she told him so and he apologized, giving her space. 'What a sweetheart.' The only minor problem she would actually call a problem is that Stephan really disliked her friends. Sure he was all jolly in front of them, but behind their backs, he would threaten her many times saying that if she didn't stop hanging out with weirdoes like that, he would stop hanging out with her, completely. But Anzu didn't really consider the threats being serious, thinking to herself, 'Once he actually has the time to hang out with them, he will surely come to his senses and learn there's nothing weird about them and they'll become best friends for life.'
As Anzu finished brushing her teeth and gargling her mouthwash, she pulled her hair out of the ponytail and let it fall over her shoulders. She then proceeded to take off her clothing and placed it on the rack. With everything in its place, she stepped into her shower and took her bath.
Thirty minutes later, she came out of the hot steaming bathroom, ready to go with her lotion, deodorant, and perfume already applied.
She walked to the small closet in her room with a towel wrapped around her petite form. She then pulled out her revolting uniform. Anzu despised her uniform so, but not because of how it fit. She actually agreed that the shirt and skirt complimented her curves, but it was just the colors and the whole bow thing. First of all, the colors were blue and pink. 'Did the person who chose these colors have a fashion sense?' Then there was the bow. The bow was big and ugly. Gosh, how Anzu despised her uniform.
Fifteen minutes later, Anzu was applying her finishing touches of makeup, not that she needed it. She was whistling a tune when she stole a glance at the half-busted alarm clock next to her. "Shit. How could I be so blind, as to not see the time," she said as she scrambled to get to her shoes. "O god, O god. Great. Just great. Just damn great. I'm going to be late and knowing Mr.Quak, he's just as mighty well sentence me to detention for life." Anzu's mind started working 110 miles an hour. This one lateness might cause her long term goal to take a curve. Anzu wanted to become a dancer, an accomplished, famous dancer. To achieve such goal, she needed to get to Julliard Arts, in New York City. To go to Julliard Arts, Anzu needed a great recommendation, and to be an honor student and a very great dancer. Anzu had confidence in her dancing. That left the recommendation and academics. Her current lateness had the potential to make her plans take a curve. Lateness equaled detention for life from Mr.Quak, and she might as well say goodbye to perfect attendance and an excellent recommendation for Julliard Arts and say, "Hello Loser-Ville."
As Anzu dashed out of her house, she prayed that she wouldn't be late. She glanced at her watch, and found the time to be 8:00 a.m. 'Damn. Homeroom starts now!' She ran all the way to school, and now was currently running the school halls. Unknown to Anzu, there was someone else walking the halls with long strides, another stubborn, blue-eyed brunette. She looked at the clock at school, which read 8:04, and thought, 'Homeroom is over in the next minute. Actually, make that 45 seconds.'
As she ran, she looked for the turn she had to make to get to her locker, until she banged into something so hard that the impact caused her not to fall flat on her butt, but rather onto the object she banged into. Anzu fell in the most bizarre way ever. As she fell, she hit her head hard on something, but at the same time, it was soft. 'Hmmm, I must be dead.' Anzu raised her hands only to feel a set of eyes. 'Ewww, eyes. So this is how death is.'
"Would you remove your disgusting hands from my eyes and then remove yourself from me. Then, let me breathe, your body mass is suffocating me. Get off of me before I sue you for every penny you have and are worth. Not that you would be worth anything," said the object beneath Anzu.
'Please god no. Let it not be the 6'2" devil himself, because if it is him, I am truly dead.' She looked up and her suspicious were correct. She looked the devil straight in the eye, and swore she saw money burning in his eyes.
'Please let him not see my face. Maybe I could use this bow to cover my face.' Anzu felt like a turtle that should crawl under its shell and then be like a fox and race to class. But Anzu wasn't about to back away, not from a challenge, of course.
As Anzu was trying to get up, she realized the crazy position she and the big shot CEO of Kaiba Corp. were in. With wrapped up legs, which molded very nicely together, he had his hands on her butt, and she had her hands in his eyes. She undid her legs first, and he removed his hands from her body. The she pushed down on his eyes, to get up. 'That should teach him for calling me worthless.'
Kaiba made a grunting sound and stood up, brushing away some imaginary dust from his clothes. Anzu did the same as they fixed their clothes. After he was clean and organized, Kaiba picked up his briefcase.
"You could say sorry, you know," said Anzu as she fixed her book bag on her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips, giving him a disappointed look.
"What!" said Kaiba, now giving a cold stare, looking down at the girl in front of him.
"You know the word 'sorry' right? Okay let me spell it out for you. S-O-R-R-Y. Got it?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, you moron? I don't say sorry. Actually I don't do sorry," said Kaiba with an irritated expression on his face and anger growing on him as every second passed. "I don't have time for geeks like you, so leave me alone Mazaki, before I get detention on your reckless account."
"Look Kaiba, if you haven't noticed, it takes two to tango and I didn't bump into the wall. I bumped into you, so equal blame goes to you, you arrogant, egotistical maniac," she said with pride rising in her chest.
"Mazaki! You're wasting time, my time, so why don't you go whore yourself out to your boy toys," he said with a growing smirk on his face, because he knew he won this battle.
Anzu never felt so insulted in her life. "Kaiba, don't be jealous that I have people who care for me. You know what? I'm going to be late, so run along with your computer, who cares. Oh, and you might want to rearrange that pole in your ass, okay?" Anzu felt better now knowing she came back with a good retort.
"Feh. Whatever Mazaki. I don't even know why I relate to a joke like you."
Kaiba and Anzu rushed off to class, heading in opposite directions, not realizing that they both had same class.