A/N: In this chapter I made it so Anzu's father was a mechanic...I don't think her parents are ever actually brought up in the series but if they were, nobody kill me! This is just a short chapter introducing the awesome revolutionshipping-ness that will happen in the next chapter (at least I hope it will be awesome).
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: They have Saturday school in Japan, thus I wrote that they are in school on a Saturday. Doesn't that suck?
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
It didn't take her long to figure out what he meant.
The first day felt normal, it wasn't like they talked during class anyways unless she had a question. It was only after school that she felt the weight of his statement as she finished dance and realized she had nowhere to go except home.
It felt strange, even when she didn't have dance she usually had a lesson. She couldn't even remember the last time she didn't, even if all she did was complete her homework and ask the occasional question. By the second day she found herself glancing occasionally at him, realizing that it was Friday and that she'd have to endure this silent watching the next day and then there wouldn't be school Sunday and then there'd be several more days of it the next week.
By Saturday she was ready to walk over and talk to him after class just to say hello and stop this insanity. She felt like he was purposefully avoiding her even though that was crazy. Not only did she have to work twice as hard just to finish her homework but she threw herself more energetically into dance to distract herself.
It wouldn't have been so bad but it felt like there was a loud timer ticking in her head reminding her how long it would be until she 'saw him' again. Yuugi seemed to notice because he approached her on Saturday at the end of class.
"Anzu, did you hear about the renovations at the shop?" He asked excitedly and she laughed, saying yes of course she had.
"Remember, you stole my tutor?" She reminded him as light heartedly as she could but internally she felt frustrated. He wasn't oblivious to this frustration.
"You should come over tomorrow! You haven't been there in ages, we just repainted the walls and all the shipments are coming in tomorrow to. We might be a bit busy but it would be really nice to have you around," He said in a genuinely excited voice.
She couldn't help smiling; he was just like a cute little kid sometimes. Still, little kids had a way of being very persuasive when they wanted something...
"Are you sure there's no ulterior motive?" She asked suspiciously and he grinned a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Um...well...my car kind of broke down and I've been too busy to bring it in," He admitted and she resisted teasing him for the umpteenth time about his 'booster baby' since the car was a tiny little thing that only someone as short as him could drive.
"Well my dad's out tomorrow since it's my parent's anniversary but as a mechanics daughter I may have picked up a couple things. I'll consider coming over and taking a look at it," She agreed in her own way and he thanked her ecstatically.
In the back of her slightly obsessive mind she wondered if Mutou-san might be there to...
...
"That was a good practice." She looked up in surprise as she drank deeply from her water bottle feeling gross and sweaty after a rigorous practice but better than she had earlier.
"Excuse me?" She asked a little confused. Marik wasn't usually so...complimentary. Where was the catch?
"You heard," Was all he said vaguely and she slowly accepted as he remained silent that in his own slightly antisocial and certainly socially awkward way that he was in fact trying to compliment her. In his own mind he was actually becoming a little worried over her strange behaviour.
She no longer hurried out of practice to get to her tutoring sessions as though Mutou-san was actually going to leave if she wasn't on time. Marik saw the way he looked at her on the rare occasions when he forced her to stay late and he came searching for her.
Concern, protectiveness, jealousy...caring. The man obviously had some sort of deep feelings for her and equally deep dislike for the person who kept her from him. That didn't concern Marik though, Anzu wasn't unhappy for the most part and Mutou-san had never voiced any objection aloud.
Dance was far more important than one disgruntled teaching assistant. Still...that only worried him more now. He didn't come looking for her when they ran late. She didn't go running to him when she was late.
She was even the reason they were late today because she insisted on perfecting the portion of their jazz number for final examinations that they were both struggling a little with. Despite how much effort she was putting in and despite how much he didn't want to bring it up because it would clearly show that his ambition lay a little outside of dance on this one...he couldn't help worrying.
She was moping. He recognized the symptoms. Why in the world did she feel the need to mope?
"You've got that expression again," He accused suddenly and she looked his way, putting on a hasty poker face that he could see through easily. That pouted lip, those lowered eyes, it left no doubt about it.
"You're moping," He continued, narrowing those bluish-purple eyes as she moved to deny it. "Did you have an argument with Mutou-san?" He asked suspiciously and she looked startled enough that he bought it.
"No! We didn't argue," She said the word with disgust like she couldn't even imagine arguing with the man. It was no wonder Ryou was gaa-gaa over their little 'secret' romance.
"He's just been...busy. He can't tutor me after school right now, but he'll be back next week," She added and he could tell despite her defensive tone that she was just trying to talk herself out of her personal misery.
"Oh," Was all he said and began packing up his bag. If they hadn't argued and really even if they had, it was none of his business.
"I guess I just haven't really had a chance to talk to him in awhile," She said in a sad tone. All she got was a blank look for her troubles. "I miss him," She clarified and quickly became frustrated with the uncaring expression.
"Haven't you ever liked someone enough that you miss them?" She asked, slightly bewildered. He said nothing once again but when she looked his way he had a sort of sweet smile on his face though he wasn't looking her way.
She highly doubted the smile was for her anyways as he seemed almost unaware of her presence. It wasn't like he was a big talker most of the time anyways, she carried most of the conversation so switching topics wouldn't look all that conspicuous...she hoped.
"I found out something strange the other week," She said casually, looking over her shoulder in quick sneaks to make sure he was listening. He nodded slightly and made a small noise in response as though to confirm he wasn't completely comatose with boredom yet from the conversation.
"I was talking to Bakura-kun and Miho-chan and she let it slip that he's gay. He didn't act like it was a secret, but I'm still surprised more people don't make a big deal out of it. He seemed a bit embarrassed but it's not like the other guys avoid him so if they know it's only because he's such a nice guy all the time," Only when she heard Marik choking slightly on his water did she turn around to face with, repressing a small smile.
"Are you alright Marik-kun?" She asked angelically and he glared a bit at her.
"I'm not sure either if it's wide spread knowledge...I didn't know," He said slowly, staring at the mirror though not as though he were looking at his reflection and she felt confused.
"You mean you didn't know he was gay?" She questioned, feeling her head spin. How was it that Marik hadn't known already? She was sure he at least did since he seemed to have a crush on the sweet heart of a boy.
"But how couldn't you?" She questioned again and again he gave no response. She decided to leave him alone, seeing that he was deep in contemplation, tugging one of his earrings in a strange thinking habit. His other was to run his hand through his hair almost stressfully and –yes, there it was.
He was definitely thinking about something. It didn't take a lot of guess work to figure out what.
...
"Hello?" She called out, looking around the shop which looked strange with all the shelves pulled away from the wall and covered with plastic wrap, the walls painted a deep red with several duel monster designs popping out.
Whoever did it was an exquisite artist; the dark magician looked like it was about to jump off the wall and hit the blue eyes white dragon like it would in one of Yuugi's duels.
"Wow..." She whispered then was tackled by a full body hug –or what would have been a full body hug if it wasn't for the fact that it was Yuugi and his arms only wrapped around her waist.
"Anzu! Hey!" He cried happily before releasing her. She could only laugh at his enthusiasm as he ran back over to the stairs shouting up to his Jii-chan that Anzu had arrived. His violet eyes were so wide with excitement they looked ready to bleed sunshine.
"Anzu-chan!" The old man called, creaking down the stairs much slower than his grandson had but with a warm smile on his face. "Beautiful as always," He complimented with a wink and she smiled, ignoring his strange habits.
"The store looks amazing already," She told them both and Yuugi began to rattle off all the things they had done and yet to do while Sogoroku just chuckled, shaking his head. He did look strangely older, she noticed a little sadly.
Mutou-san was also nowhere in sight.
"So do you think you could check out my car?" Yuugi finally asked a little breathlessly and she grinned, unable to resist a jab.
"Well it is the only booster baby in the world," She teased and he scowled though it didn't last long.
"Hey, there are plenty of girls...and some guys...who are just as short as me! I'm not the only one, you know!"
"Alright, alright, just give me the keys and I'll see what I can do. I even brought some tools in case there actually is something I can do," She assured him and he grinned widely.
"Thanks, you're the best Anzu!" He was like a little kid at Christmas. She instantly forgave him for taking her Mutou-san away for a week, after all it was just a week, and he hadn't been this happy since he won his last duel tournament.
Sugoroku offered her a drink and told her a little bit more about the store with random interruptions from Yuugi as he dashed in and out, carrying boxes twice his size. More than once they had to save him from getting crushed.
She couldn't help laughing, feeling happy just to be with two old friends. She hadn't realized just how much she had missed these times.
A/N: So a bit filler-ish...mostly just setting stuff up for all the awesomeness that's coming next chapter :D
Here's a preview for the next chapter:
"I told you my students like me," Yami said sheepishly then put a casual arm around her slender waist, knowing it would cause great teasing later but for now not caring. Such smooth bare skin...would Ra smite him down for flirting with a student?
He really hoped not because she was simply too cute when she blushed to pass up the opportunity.
Yes Yami, Ra will smite you down, but won't it be worth it? ;)