A/N: Wicked really doesn't make for a good crossover with Yugioh. Not enough girls the right age.
"You can't just leave without saying anything!" Miho argued. Anzu didn't look at her, concentrating on throwing things into a suitcase as fast as she could. Miho put herself in Anzu's path, but the determined dancer just spun around her. Miho frowned and grabbed Anzu's arm. Now she looked up.
"Anzu," Miho said more gently, knowing that Anzu would simply run off if she continued antagonizing her. "What will the guys think? What will Yuugi think?"
"He'll understand," Anzu said truthfully. She was much more worried about Jounouchi and Honda coming after her and dragging her back than Yuugi.
"But why NOW?" Miho continued, grasping at straws. Anzu shrugged her off and went to her desk, pulling things out of a drawer.
"I won't get a chance like this again, Miho," Anzu said, forcing herself to keep a steady voice. Both of them were on the verge of tears, though Miho hadn't noticed Anzu's.
"I can't do anything to change your mind?" she asked dismally.
"No." Anzu snapped the suitcase shut and looked up at her friend.
"I'll miss you," Miho said.
"Me too," Anzu replied. "I'll come back to visit." She started towards the door, not a moment to spare before her last-minute flight. She had a horrible few days ahead of her, getting stuck on a western flight over Europe rather than directly across the Pacific, but it was cheaper.
"Anzu?" Miho was left standing alone in the middle of her friend's room. Anzu paused at the door, looking back.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for telling me," she said, smiling through tears. Anzu smiled back and waved.
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