How in the world could she remember him after so long, especially since it was the first and last time they met. Aside from her distinct features such as the color of her eyes and style of her hair, she looked completely different, he was surprised she recognized him. Now realizing who she was he remember bits and pieces of the first time they met, at the park where he and Mokuba were playing a game of chess. Though he was kinda a prick back then as he was now, it was quite cute of the persistence she gave to talk to them both, even when he tried to tell her off. It was also amusing to see her lose, even though she was the one who challenged him.

Then the thought struck him, she asked for his name and he didn't even ask for her's. He slapped his forehead out of plain stupidity, and what where the odds that she would come to this school. He would deny ever thinking this but he was...g-g-glad to see her- only because she wasn't annoying as most of the females here, otherwise he would refuse to even talk to her.

Of course he need to know the girl's name, it wouldn't be right to ignore her or stay away from her if he didn't know her name, despite he ignored all the girls and didn't know any of their names. However, having too much pride, he refused to ask her, chances of her thinking that he wasn't interested in her; which he wasn't.

So he would need to find her name through another source. Seto was scratching his head in frustration, he caught in his side vision one of the guys she sat at the table with. Duke, if he remembered right. How lucky for Seto, he knew for a fact that Duke knew every female name in the school, new or old, that was just how Duke rolled.

Duke on the other hand didn't pay attention to the angry looks Seto was giving him, instead he was talking to a beauty, waving her off as she head to class. The moment the two were alone, Duke's jacket was gripped tightly and his back slammed into the locker. Duke cringed in pain a bit before looking up to see Seto, holding him.

"What the hell is with you!," Duke yelled, pissed at Seto's sudden outburst.

"What is her name?," Seto blurted out, not thinking that Duke wouldn't understand what 'she' meant.

"You mean that girl Rebecca?," he pointed in the general direction where the girl talked to a few moments ago left, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"No. Not her, your new female friend.," Seto sternly spoke.

"I have made a lot of new female friends. There is about ten of them this year.," he grabbed Seto's arm, trying to pry it off of him, though unsuccessful.

"The one about this height, brown short hair, blue eyes, spunky, got spilled with milk," he lifted one hand to sum up her actual height. Duke finally knew what he meant, but what surprised him was that Seto was asking about a girl, why would he want to know?

"Why do you want to know her name?," he eyed Seto suspiciously. It just wasn't like him to be somewhat interested in a girl, or any females for that matter.

"It's none of your business," he glared at Duke.

"If you want to know her name, it is," he glared back.

"She...did something to me, and I am going to do something about it," Seto was extremely beating around the bush. In a way she did do something to him, especially when she leaned and breathed into his ear, when she sent that weird spark into his nervous system making his body twitch unusually. Unfortunately, his statement had also different meanings, so Duke took that as a threat to his friend, Anzu.

He managed to shove Seto off him, which did take a lot to do since Seto was tall and well built for a young billionaire, "Go to hell, I don't owe you anything," and with that he walked off. Leaving a pissed off Kaiba, to stand there and think on another way to get her name, without having to talk to her.

He pulled out his cellphone, thinking about texting what's-her-name ex girlfriend, one of them, probably the recent one. He had no idea how she managed to get a hold of his phone number, but this moment might be proven actually useful to have her number. It still aggravated him, with almost everything else, that she continues to nonstop text him.

-Hey, if you...really-might want to get back together...you have to do something for me. Reply back soon or else.

Sooner than expected.

-WHAT! :)

Maybe he shouldn't.

-I need you to find out a specific girl's name

BRIIINNNNG. The bed rang for the end of the first day at school, and the school grounds became crowded for the next ten minutes, filled with cars and stupid students jay-walking.

Anzu was looking for at least one of her friends to hang out with, even if they couldn't stay too long to hang out with, it was better than going straight home alone. She pulled out her compact mirror, searching for any milk from the lunch fiasco, and in her mirror she could see one of the bitches standing all alone. Staring into the open, and waiting; Anzu had to admit, even though she was definitely angry, she couldn't help admire how pretty she was, and her looking calm and relax was a much more appealing feature than the sour expression she had before.

Her eyes flashed with green, before slipping into her jacket's pocket, turning around and walking towards the girl with blonde straight shoulder hair, and brown eyes. She jumped in surprised, not expecting Anzu to call her out so cheerfully.

"Hey Nora-," Anzu began to speak.

"How did you know my name," she interrupted, one hand on her hip, glaring with her same sour expression. However, it did not provoke Anzu one bit.

"I saw your name on face book," she simply giggled, slapping her on the back.

"Um, did your mom drop you on the head when you where little or something," she snapped back, trying to get a reaction out of her.

"Look, I know we started off badly but-well, look I might not know why you did that, but I forgive you," Nora simply stared in shock, and Anzu continued, "and I wanted to make it right between us, soo...I just happened to have tickets to see Justin Timberlake." Nora gasped and stepped back, trying to get a good look at Anzu, and not one of her friends in disguise.

"YOU HAVE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TICKETS," she squeaked quietly, not wanting others to overhear her OOC personality.

"And backstage passes," she smiled at Nora.

"OMG, I soo sorry about the milk, see I-we do that to all new students. It- wasn't – I mean . I can't believe it. I love him, he is the first...second hottest guy I like, the first being my boyfriend Marik of course. I can't wait- I would love to go. I mean we would love to," she started babbling looking literally everywhere expect straight at Anzu.

Anzu sighed hearing the word 'we', "we'll the only problem is...," she looked at Anzu is terror, "I only have two," she reached into her jacket pocket, and with her hand in the mirror, managed to pull out two tickets and passes.

"Oh...b-but, what about my...I mean I can't...Luna...she loves him..almost as much as me," Anzu eyes narrowed a bit, realizing that Nora was hesitating. It was not what she was hopping for, she needed to fix that. Walking around Nora, tickets and passes between her fingers, teasing Nora's desire.

"Almost, but the thing is not as much. He isn't going to be around much longer, for I hear he is leaving tomorrow, and who knows when he will be back to perform here," with each circle around the girl she made, she got closer and closer until she was face to face with her. "I am sure what they don't know won't hurt them right? It's only fair. I highly doubt that your friends tell you everything right?" Nora looked down in understanding.

"Yeah but...with you...," she felt guilty at the thought of hiding something as big as this, but it was true, they all kept some kind of secret from each other.

Anzu grinned, "here is the best part, come with me to the concert, and you can pretend that nothing happened the next day, even go back to acting like a bitch towards me. I won't get mad."

"Y-you won't?"

"I promise..."

The concert was amazing, she never really understood how the new girl, named Anzu could get tickets like this. She still was feeling bad about lying to her friends on where she would be but the feeling did disappear now and then, especially seeing Justin.

It was over, and she had a blast with Anzu. While they headed down the street she stopped with Anzu, thinking about what happened in school today. Though she actually never felt the guilt for treating someone badly, including new girls, she did for Anzu. Most girls would want revenge.

"Anzu...," Nora rubbed her arm in embarrassment.

"Hm, yes Nora?"

"How did you know that I liked Justin Timberlake?"

"You don't hide much on face book do you?," Anzu lied. Truthfully, she didn't understand how she knew these things, only when she had that dizzy feeling, which didn't clear up still from after school, did she know a bit too much of something.

"Oh..and Anzu... I am really sorry about the lunchroom. We do that to everyone, it's not like we were specifically targeting you-kinda actually but only because you are new. We only treat our group of circle friends and boyfriends with respect...but...I am glad we met you. You seem really nice and all, and maybe after the second year, we can be friends?"

A slap on her back followed by a big smile, made Nora feel a bit better, "ah, you are getting too much worked up over it. I know what can ease the tension, a drink!" She began to pull on Nora's arm, and at first she was winning since Nora didn't realize what she meant by a drink.

"WHAT! But we are under age?," Nora began to laugh, taking Anzu's comment as a joke, and when Anzu reached into her beautiful silk purse, she secretly pulled out from her mirror two cards. Nora was utterly stunned, the id's were not them but the likeness between each person on the card and them both were similar, maybe even enough to pass as adults.

"How did-," she couldn't really ask.

"I have my ways...," her voice, soft yet silky.

Nora didn't remember much after that, expect the taste of alcohol on her tongue and mind. She waltz with Anzu out of the bar, who didn't seem to be fazed at all by the drinks. Did she even have any? Nora couldn't remember at all, even was a blur from the first drink she had. She was talking nonsense, like any drinker, but her good friend Anzu was there to hold her up, and hopefully would take her home.

"Ysfesss, Smooo goodz to hafe vou as a fweind, Azalla," she took another gulp of alcohol, swishing in her mouth before deciding to spit it out.

"Anzu," she replied peacefully. Continuing down the dark road, only a few lamps lit the streets in these areas, other than that it was almost always lifeless at night.

"I'm tizred, wandna take ze cab, chall one for me pliz," she wasn't drunk, it was more like wasted. Anzu stopped for a moment, deep in thought before smiling at the girl. She helped laid her back against the wall in the ally way, "whe arz we?," she could barely speak.

"At the bus stop," she lied, brushing herself off, looking around for any sign of life. "I will be right back," Nora grabbed the edge of her dress.

"Don weave pliz,". Anzu patted her head, putting her at ease.

"I won't. I will be right back, you won't even notice that I was gone."

"Promize?"

"Promise," she bent down kissing her forehead, before standing up and walking off. Another flash of green in her eyes, and she waited until she saw the first cab to call for. As her foot stepped in, she could see in the distance three men, large ugly and also drunk, maybe not Nora drunk, but drunk none the less. They didn't seem to notice Nora, when sneaking in the ally way, but she doubted they would miss her for too long, and with that she fully placed herself in the cab.

"Good to see you Anzu. How is your dance lessons," to her surprise the driver was an old friend of her mother's. Hopefully he didn't see her gazing at the three druggies a few seconds ago.

"They are going wonderful. My teacher said I am a natural," she smiled gazing at him through the rear view mirror. Their chat on the way back to her home was short but sweet, he would often turn his head back to see if she was ok, always seeing her still smiling.

But one of his gazes on her was finally through the rear view mirror, and he noticed something. Her eyes were green at that very moment, his heart was beating a bit fast as he turned around to face her during a stop light. They were blue, and they were once again blue when he looked back in the mirror. His mind must have been playing tricks on him, he was getting to old for this job. He did make sure she got back inside safely before leaving.

"Nora Wilson, a seventeen your old high school girl, who's body was found RTD, Raped to Death. Three out of four of her body parts were found scattered in different garbage disposals through the district-" Anzu's eyes widen in horror, reading such a disgusting event. How could have this of happened. Anzu remembered seeing Nora home safely.

"Her system, was diagnosed to have alcohol substances, which meant she was drunk at the time of the murder. It is suspected that three men were the cause of death for Nora, however, without any proof of evidence, they were released on a technicality. Many people-," Malik scanned the paper, reading it out to his group of guy friends.

He simply saw nothing really interesting,and didn't think the other guys would care, but he was wrong. Marik, which was quite a shocker, was pissed beyond belief, in fact he looked like he was going to blow and go on a murder spree already.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you hated that bitch?," Bakura asked, eyeing the knife that Marik was using the carve their table with, just in case he aimed it at him.

"Yeah, you wanted to kill her didn't you?," Marik could never understand what went through his brother's head.

"Exactly, I was going to fuck her yesterday night, then kill her off. Now, not only did I not get to fuck her, but some of fuckers took my kill. That is what is pissing me off. She said she was 'busy', what the hell does that mean. She nags me about taking her places, but I can't wrap my hands around her throat now."

"Stop being a pussy and get a new whore," Bakura rolled his eyes uncaring, receiving a death glare from Marik.

"Fuck you," he spat jolting up before storming off. Seto didn't even join in on the conversation, he didn't like to get into discussions about their killing habits. He wasn't a murder, he was a rich bastard, if anything he paid people to be killed for him.

Anzu wasn't sure why she was hanging around the school grounds in the back, she was supposed to be in class, but the fuzziness in her head convinced her too. She took out an aspirin, and swallowed with a gulp of water. She sighed at first, before jumping at the sound of a loud bang.

She looked around the corner to see one of the guys kicking a trashcan. She watched him walk over the fence and looked like he was about to jump it. Her head began to clear, as she realized that he was about to skip class. Enraged, she waited until he was slightly halfway up before yelling.

"HEY," the outburst threw him off and back onto school grounds.

He growled in a bit of pain but mostly anger, glaring up at the bitch who dared yelled at a guy who could easily kill her, and literally too. "What the fuck do you want!"

"It's against the rules to be skipping school," she wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE!," he stood up, towering over her, but not enough to scare her. He could see she had spunk, especially against him.

"Don't give me that attitude! I have the right to report you, you know?"

"Go ahead, bitch, I dare you!," he wasn't gonna back down for anyone, including a nagging girl like her.

"What kind of attitude is that? Calling me bitch, not caring, ditching school? Who does that sort of thing!"

"I don't know maybe someone who is pissed off!," he shouted in her face, he was too busy seeing red.

"What are you so pissed about to go do these stupid stuff," she crossed her arms, fuming with anger.

He wasn't sure why he was telling her his problems, it just happened all of a sudden, and the way he said it made him look like a big wuss. "Because I just found out that my girlfriend, was killed today," she gasped and took a step back. HE was Marik, Nora's boyfriend.

"Oh god-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever no big-" he rolled his eyes.

"I was with her the night of the murder," he stopped and looked a her a bit, his eyes darkened.

"So you were the reason she was busy," Anzu nodded.

"We went to a concert, and after a party. I didn't even know she was drunk, she was fine when I dropped her off. She must have gotten drunk and left her home later," though it was a lie, the way she remembered it went like that. "I am so sorry for your loss I-"

"Don't be. I could care less about her. She was annoying."

"How can you say that," her eyes narrowed at him, "she spent a lot of the time talking about you with me." She shook her head denying his words, "I don't believe you. You care, I am sure of it the way you are acting."

He realized, the way he was acting did give the impression of grievance, but since he did not need to tell the truth nor wanted too, played along. Pretending as if she hit right of the target he gave a fake sigh. "I know... I just...miss her," he wanted to laugh in her face, she bought it way to easily and continued. "I don't know if I can ever find a...person like her," he avoided the word woman, because that girl was anything less of a lady. More like slut. He took a good look at her and noticed that she was the same girl in the lunchroom and the library with Kaiba. Great, a nag and a bastard, what a couple they made.

She looked at him sorrowfully, but with a gentle punch on the shoulder and small smile she said, "of course there is always someone out there for somebody. Don't lose hope. I am sure you will find a girl like her," oh god he hoped NOT. His heart skipped a beat very lightly when she heard him say, "you are a very attractive man, so it would be easy to find someone to accept you."

She did say attractive, her words made him grin, which cause the atmosphere to shift uncomfortably for Anzu. She backed up a bit against the fence, and he leaned in towards her, now would have been a good time for a teacher to catch them out of class, sadly no one came to her rescue.

"Oh, you think I am attractive?"

"W-well...u-uh yeah, I guess. I hear a lot of girls like you, so-yeah," she began to stutter a bit. He actually thought it was a bit cute for her.

"Well you know what?," he smiled, sending shivers down her back.

"What?"

"I think you are attractive too," she blushed deeply at the comment. Her mind began to feel a bit dizzy again, the aspirin didn't help at all again.

"Thank you, but don't let that compliment get to your head. There are a lot of 'men' like you who are attractive too" she smiled her voice soft on the word men. At first she was a bitch but now he could have sworn she was almost seducing him. He liked feisty girls.

"I guess I can't help it for looking this good, can I?"

"Now don't get in over your head. I said attractive not drop-dead gorgeous. There is a difference," she lightly purred.

"Well you could say I was gorgeous enough to drop dead," the irony that it wasn't his looks that killed his victims but his hands. Good looking killer? Close enough. He mused to himself looking at the sky a bit.

"Sooo..I never got your name," he looked down to see she wasn't there, he looked under his arm to see her waving with her fingers tips.

"Try not to skip, again ok, and if you are upset abut something talk to your friends," damn he didn't get her name...or number. She was one unusual girl, one minute she is feisty the next she is taunting him. His mind was focused on her the whole day, even when he met up with his so-called pals.

"Felling better douche bag," Bakura stated annoyed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Hm...," he wasn't really listening.

"Do you plan on getting revenge, Marik," Ryou took over.

"Hm? Um... that is fine. I don't care now she is dead, either way. Besides I found someone a lot more interesting, than the whores here," he smirked, not wanting to blabber about the girl to these idiots.

"That is the Marik I know. It's all about the company you keep," Malik said, elbow bumping Seto for him to agree.

"In some cases, I do agree with Malik," Seto nodded, agreeing only because he had plenty of first hand experiences with it.

(All in the company I keep, eh? Sounds like a wonderful idea), he chuckled darkly.


Hey guys sorry it took a while before I updated the next chapter, but hopefully it was decent. Marik isn't so good beating around the bush like Seto, but he isn't as much as a blabber mouth like his brother Malik. So spilling out his anger suddenly a surprise even for him. I think her next target is Malik, then Bakura, then... I hoped you chose who her first would be. Anyway I really wanted to hear what you though about the chapter, I could of had Anzu watching from above as Nora was attacked, but... I am still trying to work on the sexually explicit scenes still. REVIEW PLEASE