Anzu Mazaki made quite the impression on that first day of the last year of high school. From the first time I saw her, I knew that something wasn't right with the girl—I would find out later that my first impression of her was right. Mazaki was a strange girl and everyone knew it; she was always one to draw attention to herself whether she wanted to or not. Yet almost everyone liked her and some even wanted to be her friend. Mazaki wasn't impressed though.

"I am only interested in the supernatural and extraordinary people. If you aren't one of the supernatural then I want nothing to do with you. That is all," she had said on that first day. And although the class didn't believe her, Mazaki was serious.

She carried a deck of tarot cards everywhere she went and spoke of the supernatural without truly considering what exactly the supernatural was. And she would never find out. No, I would be the one to find out. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mazaki wore her hair in the same style everyday: two high tails tied up with blue, lace ribbon. She spoke with an arrogant tongue, snapping at everyone, whenever she was in the mood to voice her thoughts to the world. She walked like a queen and paraded herself around like one, going as far as telling the class It Boy, Otogi, to shut his mouth when he tried to ask her out on a date. The universe revolved around Anzu Mazaki. The irony is that the universe really did revolve around her. She just wasn't aware of it.

Anyway, I wasn't interested in Mazaki to begin with. To be completely honest, I wasn't interested in anyone. After all, Seto Kaiba doesn't give a flying fuck about anyone, does he? Ha. I, Seto Kaiba, just happened to end up in the seat in front of Mazaki that year. I have foul luck, don't I? She didn't seem interested in me either because although I turned around asked her if she was serious, she just closed her eyes and placed her head on the desk.

For a week we didn't speak to one another and I seriously thought that it was to stay that way. But things didn't turn out as I had hoped. Mazaki made the world spin; she decided how things would turn out. She always got her way. And as much as I would like to say that I was in full control of the situation, Mazaki was controlling everything. She was the puppeteer in the production and the rest of us were her play things.

One morning, one of the more popular girls came over to Mazaki and said, "Say, you have a tarot deck, right?"

"Yes," Mazaki replied.

The girl giggled, glancing over at her friends who were obviously laughing at Mazaki, "Can you read my fortune?"

Mazaki smirked, "Sure thing," and reached into her pocket, pulling out the deck of tarot cards. She split the pile into four smaller piles and placed them on the desk with one pile by itself and the other three piles in a row.

The girl was able to learn a valuable lesson: never laugh at Anzu Mazaki unless you expect to be treated even worse.

"What would you like to ask the cards?" asked Mazaki without pause.

"What's the future of the relationship that I have with my boyfriend? Or is that question unanswerable for you because you don't have a boyfriend?" asked the girl, her friends laughing more. Mazaki was serious and she was intent on making the girl eat her words.

Mazaki flipped her wrist, turning over the top card of the lone pile, "Ah, I have drawn the Lovers of the Major Arcana. This is perfect for your question. But it's reversed. Oh no. Exaggeration abounds, emotions run high—especially jealousy. Beware of self-indulgence and greed." She flipped the next card, "This is not good. The Magician is reversed. The cards say that in the past you have been arrogant. You also made enemies instead of friends."

"Arrogant?!" exclaimed the girl, "I'm not arrogant. You're making this up!"

Mazaki ignored her and flipped the next card with haste, "The Sun represents the present. Relationship hassles are likely. Don't get wrapped up in yourself so tightly that you ignore your partner's needs. Try to do want's good for your partner and all others around you. It also implies that you should stop being overly dramatic."

The girl was seething with anger by now, "How dare you say such a thing!"

But Mazaki wasn't finished. She still hadn't read the future yet and I had a feeling of what was coming next. Mazaki flipped over the last card, "And finally we have Justice in reversed position. Tell the truth or get ready to face the consequences. Your friends are wishy-washy," the girl's friends stopped laughing, "Do your part for once and let go of the past. Resolve to turn over a new leaf or your relationship will only get worse." Mazaki looked up from the cards and smirked at the girl, "Also, it would be in your best interest to end that little fling that you're having with Otogi. He's just holding you down. Oh and, your boyfriend is standing in the doorway."

And sure enough there was the girl's boyfriend, and he had heard every word. He shook his head in disgust and left.

"Wait, Varon! I love you!" called the girl as she ran out after him. Her friends rose from their seats, glared at Mazaki and raced out after her.

Mazaki's smirked widened as she gathered up her cards, "What an idiot."

For some reason that I still don't understand, Mazaki's behavior interested me and I would often stare at her without fully realizing what I was doing. It was as if she was making me stare at her.

"Get your eyes off me," she hissed at me one morning and I, seemingly powerless to resist her wish, did. Then something strange happened; something that I would later look back on as the domino that started the downward spiral: Mazaki poked me between the shoulder blades and I turned and faced her.

"What?" I asked, already annoyed.

"Are you good with computers?"

"The best," I said.

"Is there a supernatural club here?" She had transferred from another school in the district.

"Not that I know of," I replied, taken back the strange question.

"Pity," she said, "I guess I'll have to start one." She looked out the window, humming to herself. Something was cooking in that strange mind that could only belong to Anzu Mazaki. "Yes!" she suddenly exclaimed; the class turning to look at the two of us with bewilderment, "I'll start a club! I'll call it the Supernatural Explorers Club. And you're going to be my Computer Communications Officer! It's perfect."

"It's not happening, Mazaki. I refuse to be in your little club."

"It won't be little for long. With you building our website, we'll be flooded with members in no time. Besides, who said you had a choice?"

"I believe I did."

"Well, I override your wish as I am Club President. Meet me after school in the library. "

I was about to protest again but the bell rang and first period was over. Mazaki, naturally, had to be the first one out the door, and so she ran from her seat behind me and shoved her way through the forming crowd of students. And then she was gone.

I could have easily just left that afternoon, but for some reason I complied with her wishes. It wasn't as though I had a reason to go anywhere anyway. Living by yourself, when you're just trying to get through each day, leaves a lot of spare time for nonsense. And so I stayed and waited for her in the library after school.

Yes, Kaiba isn't rich and mighty here. He's poor. My most sincere apologies. Do you like my Anzu? She's a bitch, isn't she? And just to make things clear: there will be no Azureshipping (thank Ra).

Any if anyone cringed while reading this, sorry about that too. You'll find as the story progresses that things are very different in my story than how they are in the anime or manga. AUs are like that. I have my reasons. But I promise that I won't make the characters act too crazy.

And as a final note, if you didn't realize it based on the title, I based Anzu's character off of Haruhi Suzumiya. In fact, a lot of this fic is based off of the anime The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. I mixed in several other fandoms as well, and you'll notice those in later chapters.

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