Well here I am starting a Yugioh fanfic with the Rurouni Kenshin ones unfinished. Oh well! I just figured I'd post it anyway. The next chapter should come in about a week or so, although it might be on Thursday. Depends on how my exams are. Buuuut.....After next Tuesday I will have FINISHED FRESHMAN YEAR! Yes! Not that you all care. coughs
Anyway not too much rambling today, here's the story!
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"I'm here to help you with your fondest wish. You will be going to the Prince's ball.", the fairy said.
Cinderella looked up, face streaked with tears. "How can I go? My stepmother forbade me, and I have nothing to wear.", she gestured at her dirty servant's garb.
"Ah, but with just a pinch of magic...", the fairy winked at her and waved her wand. Cinderella looked down is surprise as her simple dress became a long, gorgeous gown. "And to go with it...", a tiara appeared on her head, and a pendant around her neck.
"But this is much too fine for me!", Cinderella protested, rather regretfully.
"But you are going to the Prince's ball! And you must outshine everyone there!"
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"Anzu! I'm back!", the brown-haired girl looked up, placing the marker in her book.
"Hey Dad!", she greeted, blue eyes mischievous, "How was your date?"
"It was fine.", he answered. Anzu raised her eyebrows at him as he came and sat next to her on the couch.
"That's the 'fine' I give you after a day of school. What happened?"
Mazaki Ryuichi looked nervous. "Well..."
"Well...?"
"Actually, Anzu..."
"What, Dad?!", she cried exasperatedly.
"I... asked her to marry me."
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"Anzu? Anzuuuu...", Yugi waved a hand in front of her face. "It's no use guys, she's totally spaced out."
"She's been sitting in that same position for at least ten minutes.", Honda remarked.
"Let me try.", Jounouchi said, pushing past him and leaning over the girl. He whispered something in her ear which quickly elicited a reaction.
"Oh my gosh, Jou! You perv!", Anzu shrieked, swinging a hand to slap him. He caught it easily, grinning.
"Sorry, but you were totally spaced out."
"I was?", she blinked. "Oh, I just have a lot on my mind."
"Like what?", Yugi asked her.
"Well, you know that woman my dad was dating?"
"Yeah?", her three friends leaned in.
"Well, he's been getting really... close to her lately..."
"Yeah...?"
"Nah, it's too weird.", she shook her head, and begin to rifle through her binder aimlessly.
Yugi, Jou, and Honda fell over. "COME ON, ANZU!", they yelled. "What happened?!"
She put her head on her desk, burying her face in her arms. She mumbled something unintelligible.
"You want me to carry you?", Jou asked, confused.
Anzu lifted her head up. "He asked her to marry him." The three stared at her for a minute before she was pelted with questions.
"Really? When's the wedding? Is she nice? Never mind that, is she hot? What's her name? Does she-"
"I don't know! I haven't even seen her yet!", Anzu told them.
"You're getting a stepmother and you've never met her.", Yugi stated.
"That's right."
"Why haven't you met her yet?", Honda asked, sitting on the desk next to her.
"Dad usually introduces me to his girlfriends after a month, and they've only been dating for two weeks."
"Two weeks?", Jou said incredulously. "Two weeks of dating and he asks her to marry him?"
"Also right.", Anzu sighed, glancing at him cynically. "And you'll never guess when the wedding is."
"Tomorrow?"
"Your birthday?"
"His birthday?"
"No, next month, during spring break."
"That soon?!"
"Yeah.", Anzu looked like she was about to say more, but their teacher came in and called them all to attention. The class filed back to their seats, Anzu's friends looked back at her worriedly as they did.
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"Hi Mom.", Anzu said as she swung her bookbag onto her bed. The sixteen-year-old walked over to her dresser and picked up a picture sitting on it. She gently traced her mother's face with a finger. "I wonder what you'd say if you knew what Dad was doing. He always said that you used to tell him off for being too impulsive. But he must really love this woman, he dated some women for months before they'd break up. I wonder if she reminds him of you? Nah, Dad always claims that you were one of a kind.", she sat it back down slowly, gazing at her mother's face.
The picture was taken at Anzu's fifth birthday party. Anzu had just finished eating a piece of cake and her mother was laughing at all of the icing that she had managed to get on her face. Her father was in the process of bending down, napkin in hand, obviously not thinking it quite as funny as his wife did, although he was still smiling.
"And I'm nothing like you.", the girl sighed. Her mother had long black hair and warm brown eyes, eyes that were always smiling at some secret joke. She was the one with the sense of humor, laughing at the silliest things. Anzu had inherited her father's looks and temperament, brown hair, blue eyes that always seemed to be telling someone off. The only thing she didn't have was his glasses.
"Anzu!", her father yelled from downstairs.
"In a minute!", she yelled back, dragging her eyes away from her mother's face. She had died only a few months after the picture had been taken , hit by a car when crossing the street on a rainy day. The driver couldn't see her, and she hadn't noticed it until too late. Anzu had been at school.
"Yeah?", she asked after dashing down the stairs.
"I was wondering if it'd be okay if I brought Tsubasa home for dinner tonight.", he told her.
"Tsubasa?"
"Kazemura Tsubasa. Your new stepmother?"
"Oh.", Anzu winced mentally at the phrase. "Um. Sure, why not? I'd love to meet her." She was secretly happy that he'd asked her first. The sudden unexpected marriage proposal had confused her. Anzu and her father had always talked about everything before they did it. She couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to tell her something as important as the fact that he was getting married.
"Good.", he looked strangely relieved. "She'll be here at around six, so be ready."
"I'm always ready!", his daughter told him, smiling as he put his arm around her.
Ryuichi looked at her, feeling a pang of sadness. Anzu always said that she only took after him, but there was always something about Momoko, her mother, in her smile. He shook the sad thoughts away. "So what should we have for dinner tonight?", he asked her, steering them into the kitchen.
"How about Italian?"
"Sounds great."
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Anzu looked happily down at the stove as the doorbell rang.
"Oh, that's her!", her father said, starting to rush to the door, "Is my tie on straight?"
"Hold on...", Anzu fixed it for him. "Perfect! You look great!"
"Thanks.", he smiled gratefully at her, and opened the door, Anzu standing a little behind him.
"Tsubasa!", he welcomed her in, taking her light spring jacket. Anzu winced as he kissed her.
'Stop that!', she scolded herself. 'They're engaged and perfectly allowed to kiss! You didn't mind it with his other girlfriends!'
'But they were never his fiancee.', said a voice in her head.
Anzu shook her head, forcing a cheerful smile as they woman turned around to look at her. Was it her imagination or did she see something like disapproval cross Tsubasa's face when she looked at Anzu? "Hello. I'm Mazaki Anzu.", she introduced herself politely.
"Yes, Ryuichi's told me much about you.", the woman took her hand, shaking it quickly and almost dismissively. Anzu's father didn't notice, having been too busy carefully arranging her expensive jacket on their coatrack.
"Dinner's ready in the dining room.", he said turning to face, oblivious to the puzzled look his daughter was giving his fiancee.
"Shall we eat then?", she hooked her arm in his, and they walked into the dining room, Anzu trailing behind.
As they began their meal, she surreptitiously studied her new mother-to-be over her plate. She wasn't very tall, with shoulder-length wavy reddish hair, her bright green eyes sparkled with life whenever she looked at her future husband, and something like disdain whenever she glanced at his daughter. 'What could be so wrong with me?', she wondered, glancing at herself for a moment. 'I'm dressed okay, right?', she appraised her outfit. Nice white blouse, new red skirt, not too fancy, not too casual. Anzu looked at what Tsubasa was wearing. It was a deep blue dress, short-sleeved and V-necked. It didn't look too expensive until you realized that it was made out of silk. 'I'd hardly think this would be the occasion for it, though.' Anzu thought wryly, 'Unless that's the simplest thing she owns...'
"Anzu?", her father's voice broke into her concentration.
"Hm?"
"You've been staring at Tsubasa for the past five minutes; is something wrong?"
She blushed a little. "Oh! No, of- of course not, I was just.. admiring.. her, uh necklace! It's just so pretty, where'd you get it?", she said quickly.
"Why thank you dear, it's just a little thing your father bought me.", she gave her future stepdaughter a smile that looked more to her like a smirk.
'Little thing my foot.', Anzu thougth resentfully. 'Those look like real diamonds! And that's probably a sterling silver chain, too.' She forced herself away from these thoughts, afraid that they would show. She took a drink from her glass. "So, um, Kazemura-san-"
"Please, Tsubasa's fine."
"Uh, Tsubasa-san. Do you have any kids?", Anzu asked.
"Oh, she has two daughters.", her father broke in. "About your age too, right?"
"Yes, they're twins. Sixteen. Charming little things."
'I'll bet, if they're anything like you.'
"What are their names?"
"Hibari and Komadori. Hibari's older. By eight minutes.", the woman said proudly.
They were then treated with a long explanation of the two girls. By the end of seven minutes, Anzu knew most of their likes and dislikes, the names of their last boyfriends, and what they's gotten on their last report card.
"And they'll be transferring to your school when we move in, Anzu dear.", Tsubasa finished.
"Move in?", she said surprised.
"Of course.", her father looked at her, puzzled. "We are getting married, and it is customary for husbands and wives to live in the same house. "
"Oh... yeah.. Sorry, I guess it still hasn't sunk in yet, so sudden and all...", she trailed off in a mixture of embarrassment and thoughtfulness, fooling with her fork.
"Well, it's getting late.", Ryuichi said regretfully as he glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Yes, I must be going then.", they stood up.
"You go ahead and see Tsubasa-san off.", Anzu told her father. "I'll clean up."
"Thanks.", he gave her a quick smile before leading his fiancee off.
'It's gonna be a long month...', Anzu sighed and began piling things on the plates.
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Well there's chapter one! I hope it's good. I had a little fun with the names, so here's a handy little guide to them:
Kazemura= "wind village", a last name
Tsubasa= wings
Hibari= lark
Komadori= Robin
Review please!!! The more reviews, the sooner I'll (try to) update!!! No flames though. It's hot enough.
Oh. Does anyone else here live on the east coast and suffer from cicadas? Man they're everywhere here in good ol' Maryland...
Anyway not too much rambling today, here's the story!
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"I'm here to help you with your fondest wish. You will be going to the Prince's ball.", the fairy said.
Cinderella looked up, face streaked with tears. "How can I go? My stepmother forbade me, and I have nothing to wear.", she gestured at her dirty servant's garb.
"Ah, but with just a pinch of magic...", the fairy winked at her and waved her wand. Cinderella looked down is surprise as her simple dress became a long, gorgeous gown. "And to go with it...", a tiara appeared on her head, and a pendant around her neck.
"But this is much too fine for me!", Cinderella protested, rather regretfully.
"But you are going to the Prince's ball! And you must outshine everyone there!"
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"Anzu! I'm back!", the brown-haired girl looked up, placing the marker in her book.
"Hey Dad!", she greeted, blue eyes mischievous, "How was your date?"
"It was fine.", he answered. Anzu raised her eyebrows at him as he came and sat next to her on the couch.
"That's the 'fine' I give you after a day of school. What happened?"
Mazaki Ryuichi looked nervous. "Well..."
"Well...?"
"Actually, Anzu..."
"What, Dad?!", she cried exasperatedly.
"I... asked her to marry me."
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"Anzu? Anzuuuu...", Yugi waved a hand in front of her face. "It's no use guys, she's totally spaced out."
"She's been sitting in that same position for at least ten minutes.", Honda remarked.
"Let me try.", Jounouchi said, pushing past him and leaning over the girl. He whispered something in her ear which quickly elicited a reaction.
"Oh my gosh, Jou! You perv!", Anzu shrieked, swinging a hand to slap him. He caught it easily, grinning.
"Sorry, but you were totally spaced out."
"I was?", she blinked. "Oh, I just have a lot on my mind."
"Like what?", Yugi asked her.
"Well, you know that woman my dad was dating?"
"Yeah?", her three friends leaned in.
"Well, he's been getting really... close to her lately..."
"Yeah...?"
"Nah, it's too weird.", she shook her head, and begin to rifle through her binder aimlessly.
Yugi, Jou, and Honda fell over. "COME ON, ANZU!", they yelled. "What happened?!"
She put her head on her desk, burying her face in her arms. She mumbled something unintelligible.
"You want me to carry you?", Jou asked, confused.
Anzu lifted her head up. "He asked her to marry him." The three stared at her for a minute before she was pelted with questions.
"Really? When's the wedding? Is she nice? Never mind that, is she hot? What's her name? Does she-"
"I don't know! I haven't even seen her yet!", Anzu told them.
"You're getting a stepmother and you've never met her.", Yugi stated.
"That's right."
"Why haven't you met her yet?", Honda asked, sitting on the desk next to her.
"Dad usually introduces me to his girlfriends after a month, and they've only been dating for two weeks."
"Two weeks?", Jou said incredulously. "Two weeks of dating and he asks her to marry him?"
"Also right.", Anzu sighed, glancing at him cynically. "And you'll never guess when the wedding is."
"Tomorrow?"
"Your birthday?"
"His birthday?"
"No, next month, during spring break."
"That soon?!"
"Yeah.", Anzu looked like she was about to say more, but their teacher came in and called them all to attention. The class filed back to their seats, Anzu's friends looked back at her worriedly as they did.
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"Hi Mom.", Anzu said as she swung her bookbag onto her bed. The sixteen-year-old walked over to her dresser and picked up a picture sitting on it. She gently traced her mother's face with a finger. "I wonder what you'd say if you knew what Dad was doing. He always said that you used to tell him off for being too impulsive. But he must really love this woman, he dated some women for months before they'd break up. I wonder if she reminds him of you? Nah, Dad always claims that you were one of a kind.", she sat it back down slowly, gazing at her mother's face.
The picture was taken at Anzu's fifth birthday party. Anzu had just finished eating a piece of cake and her mother was laughing at all of the icing that she had managed to get on her face. Her father was in the process of bending down, napkin in hand, obviously not thinking it quite as funny as his wife did, although he was still smiling.
"And I'm nothing like you.", the girl sighed. Her mother had long black hair and warm brown eyes, eyes that were always smiling at some secret joke. She was the one with the sense of humor, laughing at the silliest things. Anzu had inherited her father's looks and temperament, brown hair, blue eyes that always seemed to be telling someone off. The only thing she didn't have was his glasses.
"Anzu!", her father yelled from downstairs.
"In a minute!", she yelled back, dragging her eyes away from her mother's face. She had died only a few months after the picture had been taken , hit by a car when crossing the street on a rainy day. The driver couldn't see her, and she hadn't noticed it until too late. Anzu had been at school.
"Yeah?", she asked after dashing down the stairs.
"I was wondering if it'd be okay if I brought Tsubasa home for dinner tonight.", he told her.
"Tsubasa?"
"Kazemura Tsubasa. Your new stepmother?"
"Oh.", Anzu winced mentally at the phrase. "Um. Sure, why not? I'd love to meet her." She was secretly happy that he'd asked her first. The sudden unexpected marriage proposal had confused her. Anzu and her father had always talked about everything before they did it. She couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to tell her something as important as the fact that he was getting married.
"Good.", he looked strangely relieved. "She'll be here at around six, so be ready."
"I'm always ready!", his daughter told him, smiling as he put his arm around her.
Ryuichi looked at her, feeling a pang of sadness. Anzu always said that she only took after him, but there was always something about Momoko, her mother, in her smile. He shook the sad thoughts away. "So what should we have for dinner tonight?", he asked her, steering them into the kitchen.
"How about Italian?"
"Sounds great."
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Anzu looked happily down at the stove as the doorbell rang.
"Oh, that's her!", her father said, starting to rush to the door, "Is my tie on straight?"
"Hold on...", Anzu fixed it for him. "Perfect! You look great!"
"Thanks.", he smiled gratefully at her, and opened the door, Anzu standing a little behind him.
"Tsubasa!", he welcomed her in, taking her light spring jacket. Anzu winced as he kissed her.
'Stop that!', she scolded herself. 'They're engaged and perfectly allowed to kiss! You didn't mind it with his other girlfriends!'
'But they were never his fiancee.', said a voice in her head.
Anzu shook her head, forcing a cheerful smile as they woman turned around to look at her. Was it her imagination or did she see something like disapproval cross Tsubasa's face when she looked at Anzu? "Hello. I'm Mazaki Anzu.", she introduced herself politely.
"Yes, Ryuichi's told me much about you.", the woman took her hand, shaking it quickly and almost dismissively. Anzu's father didn't notice, having been too busy carefully arranging her expensive jacket on their coatrack.
"Dinner's ready in the dining room.", he said turning to face, oblivious to the puzzled look his daughter was giving his fiancee.
"Shall we eat then?", she hooked her arm in his, and they walked into the dining room, Anzu trailing behind.
As they began their meal, she surreptitiously studied her new mother-to-be over her plate. She wasn't very tall, with shoulder-length wavy reddish hair, her bright green eyes sparkled with life whenever she looked at her future husband, and something like disdain whenever she glanced at his daughter. 'What could be so wrong with me?', she wondered, glancing at herself for a moment. 'I'm dressed okay, right?', she appraised her outfit. Nice white blouse, new red skirt, not too fancy, not too casual. Anzu looked at what Tsubasa was wearing. It was a deep blue dress, short-sleeved and V-necked. It didn't look too expensive until you realized that it was made out of silk. 'I'd hardly think this would be the occasion for it, though.' Anzu thought wryly, 'Unless that's the simplest thing she owns...'
"Anzu?", her father's voice broke into her concentration.
"Hm?"
"You've been staring at Tsubasa for the past five minutes; is something wrong?"
She blushed a little. "Oh! No, of- of course not, I was just.. admiring.. her, uh necklace! It's just so pretty, where'd you get it?", she said quickly.
"Why thank you dear, it's just a little thing your father bought me.", she gave her future stepdaughter a smile that looked more to her like a smirk.
'Little thing my foot.', Anzu thougth resentfully. 'Those look like real diamonds! And that's probably a sterling silver chain, too.' She forced herself away from these thoughts, afraid that they would show. She took a drink from her glass. "So, um, Kazemura-san-"
"Please, Tsubasa's fine."
"Uh, Tsubasa-san. Do you have any kids?", Anzu asked.
"Oh, she has two daughters.", her father broke in. "About your age too, right?"
"Yes, they're twins. Sixteen. Charming little things."
'I'll bet, if they're anything like you.'
"What are their names?"
"Hibari and Komadori. Hibari's older. By eight minutes.", the woman said proudly.
They were then treated with a long explanation of the two girls. By the end of seven minutes, Anzu knew most of their likes and dislikes, the names of their last boyfriends, and what they's gotten on their last report card.
"And they'll be transferring to your school when we move in, Anzu dear.", Tsubasa finished.
"Move in?", she said surprised.
"Of course.", her father looked at her, puzzled. "We are getting married, and it is customary for husbands and wives to live in the same house. "
"Oh... yeah.. Sorry, I guess it still hasn't sunk in yet, so sudden and all...", she trailed off in a mixture of embarrassment and thoughtfulness, fooling with her fork.
"Well, it's getting late.", Ryuichi said regretfully as he glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Yes, I must be going then.", they stood up.
"You go ahead and see Tsubasa-san off.", Anzu told her father. "I'll clean up."
"Thanks.", he gave her a quick smile before leading his fiancee off.
'It's gonna be a long month...', Anzu sighed and began piling things on the plates.
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Well there's chapter one! I hope it's good. I had a little fun with the names, so here's a handy little guide to them:
Kazemura= "wind village", a last name
Tsubasa= wings
Hibari= lark
Komadori= Robin
Review please!!! The more reviews, the sooner I'll (try to) update!!! No flames though. It's hot enough.
Oh. Does anyone else here live on the east coast and suffer from cicadas? Man they're everywhere here in good ol' Maryland...