A/N
OK, I've decided, since most of you out there actually liked my original idea, that I would keep it as it is. Not only is this saving time, but... I won't have to redo the first chapter and scrap the one I already did. (^_^)
I apologize for the friggin' shortness of this (and the first) chapter. I just can't make 'em as long as I want them to be, or it'll mess it up! ...Well, no, it wouldn't mess it up... But still!
And if you have troubles reviewing this chapter, it's because you already did. (^^;;) I deleted the note thingy... *Shrugs* If you wanna review SO badly, log out and do it as an anonymous! ...Not like you will or anything...
Enjoy!
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"You've got to lift your foot higher!"
The girl complied, and tried to raise the already over-stretched muscles even more, giving her pain and a nice cramp to go with.
Anzu fell to the floor in a heap.
Yuugi sighed and went over to pick up the mass of body, grasping an arm and hauling, grunting with the added weight.
"Thank you, Yuugi-sama," Anzu said as she dusted herself off, wincing whenever she added weight to her right foot.
"What, exactly, went wrong this time, Anzu?" Yuugi asked, exasperated with the so called 'abilities' that this girl had.
"I can't lift my foot that much, Yuugi. No one can!"
"Really? Then why can I do it, as well as about seventeen others in this class?"
Anzu pursed her lips in a annoyance. "Well, people that are born the right way can do it--"
"Practice, Anzu," Yuugi interrupted. "It's not that hard. But... if it is, I can give you lessons everyday, if you wish."
"Yuugi-sama," Anzu began, "I do practice--"
"You don't," Yuugi interrupted again. "I can tell--"
"I don't have time!" she screeched. "I've got another class, a painting class, and I... have to teach math with my mother!"
Yuugi pondered this for a moment. "Really, now? When I asked you at the beginning of these lessons for a time, you gave me your schedule, saying, and I quote, "It doesn't matter, I don't have anything else to do for the whole year." "
Anzu visibly paled.
"And another thing. Did your dad marry again or something? Because, last I heard, your mother died four years ago."
Yuugi smirked at the dumbstruck face of Anzu's. "You're a terrible liar, Anzu. These lessons are over."
Her eyes went wide. "What?! Yuugi-sama, I'll try harder, I promise!"
"Mm hmm. Just like all those other times you promised."
"Please!" she begged, intertwining her fingers together in a plea and kneeling down to the floor. "Father will kill me!"
"Good. See if I care," Yuugi stated bluntly. He walked calmly over to the metal chairs shoved into the corner of the small dance room, grabbed his tiny backpack, and stalked out the door, leaving a very stunned Anzu in his wake.
~*~
"You did what?!"
To say Jounouchi was shocked would be a very sad understatement. To insult the daughter of one of the richest men in New York City, was to... to lose everything.
"Yuug'! Are you CRAZY?!"
Yuugi sighed at his perplexed friend. "No. I'm pretty sure I'm sane, Jou."
"Then what, I ask you, what would even posses you to insult the Bitch?!"
"Well, you try it then, and tell me how you feel," the twenty-two year-old said irritably. "I hate her. The only reason I actually agreed to the damn lessons was for the money. But now," he motioned his head around the tiny apartment, "you can see I don't need anymore."
"Yuug'! That's not the point! You're for sure gonna get fired!"
Fuschia orbs closed, exhausted. "I know, Jou," Yuugi said quietly. "I know."
As Jou raised a finger and opened his mouth, the doorbell rang, as if on cue. Yuugi quietly got up from his leather couch and slowly walked to the door.
They were both standing in Yuugi's small apartment. It wasn't much, four rooms, a living room with a giant table and a leather couch, a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen. White-washed walls and old, wooden floors. Not perfect, but... it was home.
Yuugi opened the door, and his eyes rested on a man dressed in the blue uniform of the postal service.
"I know this is the modern age... but, telegram for Yuugi Mutou," he said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Thanks," Yuugi said, and took the letter from the mail man, looking at the address as he departed.
"What is it, Yuug'?" Jounouchi asked, curious, as his friend closed the door, staring at a stark-white envelope.
But he was ignored by the tricolored haired man. Yuugi was oblivious to anything and everything that was not the paper.
Hitsune' Mazaki
Trembling hands ripped the top of the envelope, pinching the paper in side with his thumb and index finger, and pulling it out. Jounouchi watched.
"Yuugi, c'mon! I wanna see--"
He was cut off by a sob.
Startled, Jou's honey-brown eyes blinked. Yuugi was balancing his head on his knees, his hands crossed tightly over them. He was crying heavily, his small form racking whenever he took a shuddering breath.
Jou's eyes blinked again and moved down towards the forgotten letter on the floor. He bent down and picked up the thin piece of paper, and began to read.
Dear Mr. Mutou:
Due to recent events, we regret to inform you that
you have been dismissed from your job. We have
already gotten a new candidate for this, so please
come by today or tomorrow to collect your belongings,
or we will have to throw them out.
Cindy Weathyr
Hitsune' Mazaki
"Those bastards!" Jou shouted. "They can't fire you!"
"Jou, I believe they just did," Yuugi said, followed by a dry laugh. "If Makazi is concerned, they can do anything they damn well please... if Mr. Mazaki is OK with it, of course."
"B-but... Yuug'! What're you gonna do for a job?"
"Well, no more dancing, that's for sure."
"You could always do it at... bars or sumthin'!" Jou said, almost desperately.
"Fuck it. I quit," Yuugi said, snarling slightly. And with that, he jumped off the couch, grabbed his backpack, and headed for the door.
"Where are you goin'?"
"To get my stuff, before the bitches throw it all away," Yuugi said angrily. He slammed the door shut behind him, and stalked off to New York City's School of Dancing.
~*~
Yuugi roughly grabbed random things and shoved them into his bag.
'That fucking bitch!"
There wasn't any real reason he was fired; it was a command from Mr. Mazaki, most likely coming from Anzu.
It was common knowledge that Anzu wanted Yuugi's job. She was five years older, but sucked. Yuugi, as well as many more in her class, were six or seven times
better than she was. The only reason she wasn't already given the job was because Yuugi hadn't done anything wrong. Until now.
'... Wait a sec'. That bitch has the job!'
In his new-found rage, Yuugi grabbed Anzu's left-behind book and ripped it in half. 'I'm already screwed, who's gonna know?'
"... Yuugi?" a hesitant voice called.
Yuugi blinked in surprise. He turned around from his slightly bent position and looked at a lavender, leather-clad female figure.
"Mai?!"
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Yeah, yeah, I'm bein' a bastich. (^^;;) I know. I'll either die today, or tomorrow. Whenever one of you guys out there wanna kill me is fine.
Yami will come in the next chapter. I promise. (^_^) It just wouldn't really work in this chapter, 'cause that was a pretty good cliffhanger if I do say so myself...
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