Hey, peoples! I've finally thought up of a plot for a fic that I thought
may be at least slightly interesting. Ahh...I'm so nervous! This is my
first fic! I'll make a complete fool of myself...;;; Anyways, please read
and review, and no flames! I'm sensitive, and it's my first fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
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Searching for the Light
Chapter One: Over the Edge
Anzu flinched at her report card. B+ in science again...Her mother was going to kill her.
"What did you get, Anzu?" Yu-Gi asked curiously.
Anzu looked down at Yu-Gi and put on a fake smile to hide her doubts, so as not to worry the little one. "Well..."
She handed her report card to Yu-Gi. He skimmed over it briefly before giving it back to her and cheerfully exclaiming, "That's great, Anzu! Good job!"
Anzu beamed. Yu-Gi always made people feel better about themselves. "Thanks, Yu-Gi." The two looked over at Tristan and Joey, who were poring over their report cards also.
"Ha! Two A's, Tristan! Bet you can't beat that!" Joey puffed himself up proudly.
"Oh yeah? Four A's!" Tristan said, deliberately flaunting his report card in Joey's face.
"Oh yeah?!" Joey retorted.
"Yeah!!" The two promptly got in a dust cloud fight. Yu-Gi and Anzu watched from the sidelines. Anzu shook her head and smiled, sweatdropping. She walked over to Ryou, the last of the gang.
"Hey, Ryou! You've been kinda quite. What'd you get?" Anzu asked, smiling brightly.
"Oh, hello, Anzu. Nothing special, the same A's," Ryou replied.
Anzu beamed. "Great job!" 'If only I had grades like you, Ryou.' she thought sadly.
"Thanks!"
"Everyone ready to go?" Yu-Gi asked. Joey and Tristan, who had gotten over their fight and packed up their backpacks, nodded. Yu-Gi looked over to Anzu and Ryou. "You guys ready?" They nodded.
The gang exited the school and began walking home. On the way, they chatted about various things, like Duel Monsters. Whenever they reached someone's house, the person would slip off, waving goodbye. Soon, only Ryou and Anzu were left. They walked a bit more in silence before Anzu's house came into view.
"Well, goodbye, Anzu!" Ryou said, waving.
"Bye, Ryou!" Anzu shouted, waving back as she walked to her front door.
Once inside, she leaned against the door, sighing heavily. She just couldn't seem to raise up her science grade, no matter what. She ran upstairs to her room and quickly changed. Then, she laid out her homework. She glanced over at the Shining Friendship clock above her bed. "4:10," it read. Two more hours till her mom came home...Anzu gulped nervously and started her homework as the minutes ticked by...
- - -
"Anzu! I'm home!" Anzu heard the slam of a door downstairs and a voice shout. She ran downstairs to meet her mother.
"Hi, Mom," Anzu greeted.
"Hello, honey. Let me get changed and ready and I'll fix dinner! Now, I'm sure you have lots of homework! I'll let you go and finish, okay?" Mrs. Mazaki chirped cheerfully.
Anzu happily complied and disappeared back into her room. She wasn't fooled by her mom's behavior...She could be happy and nice right now, but when she got mad...Anzu shuddered. Her mother had reduced her self-esteem drastically over the years. Anzu picked up her pencil and once again began her math homework.
- - -
It was after dinner, and the dishes had been taken care of. Mrs. Mazaki tiredly slumped down onto a couch. "Anzu, bring me your report card, please," she said.
Anzu gulped. It now came down to this...She quickly ran upstairs, retrieved her report card, and made her way back down.
"Here it is, Mom," she managed to say in a slightly shaky voice. Anzu handed her report card to her mother.
Mrs. Mazaki took no notice of Anzu's behavior and skimmed through her report card. Anzu nervously waited in front of her. Finally, Mrs. Mazaki looked up from the paper to glare at Anzu. "Anzu, how many times do I have to tell you??!! No B's!!" she yelled.
"I tried my best...Isn't B+ good enough...? It's almost an A..." Anzu replied meekly, wincing at the utter hate in her mother's eyes.
"NO!! You need all A's!!" Mrs. Mazaki boomed.
Anzu couldn't fight the urge to roll her eyes. Her mother's rants were getting old.
"Don't you be smart with me!!!" Mrs. Mazaki raged, standing up and slapping Anzu with a loud crack.
Anzu brought her hand up, clutching her red cheek, tears glistening in her eyes, threatening to fall. 'No...I can't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry...' Anzu thought helplessly. But, try as she might, she still could not stop the crystalline drops of water from escaping from under her eyelids. Anzu raced up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She collapsed on her bed, tears streaming freely down her face.
Anzu lay there, sobbing silently, for a long time. All her life, she had been put down and hit by her mother. Anzu's hopes and dreams were continuously being crushed by her. This was the last straw...She needed to somehow end this pain. It was like icy daggers plunging into her heart. It needed to stop. She needed release.
Finally, the tears stopped coming. Sadness was replaced by anger and an unreasonable hate of the world. She wanted revenge for the pain she was going through. Suddenly, an inspiration struck her. Anzu quietly stole down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had long since gone off to bed, leaving Anzu to cry herself to sleep.
Anzu made her way to a certain drawer and opened it. An array of knives stared back at her. Their blades gleamed alluringly in the moonlight seeping in through the blinds of the kitchen window. Anzu grabbed a small cutting knife and hurried back into her room.
Once inside, she quietly closed the door behind her and climbed onto her bed. Anzu looked down at her slender, pale arms. She took a deep breath, grasped the knife with her left hand, and quickly swiped the blade across her right arm. At first, an unbearable pain shot through her. Anzu bit her lip, trying very hard not to scream out in agony. Slowly, the pain subsided and Anzu began to like the feeling. She slashed some more at her arms. Blood poured out from her wounds, staining her pajamas crimson.
Just as she was reaching to cut her left arm for the fourth time, she fainted from blood loss. Anzu's right hand, clutching the knife, dangled loosely over her bed. Her arms smothered the bed with the red liquid that was still flowing out. Droplets of blood dripped onto the carpet. Anzu Mazaki had finally been pushed over the edge.
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Okay...so how was that? Good? Horrible? Please read and review!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
~*~
Searching for the Light
Chapter One: Over the Edge
Anzu flinched at her report card. B+ in science again...Her mother was going to kill her.
"What did you get, Anzu?" Yu-Gi asked curiously.
Anzu looked down at Yu-Gi and put on a fake smile to hide her doubts, so as not to worry the little one. "Well..."
She handed her report card to Yu-Gi. He skimmed over it briefly before giving it back to her and cheerfully exclaiming, "That's great, Anzu! Good job!"
Anzu beamed. Yu-Gi always made people feel better about themselves. "Thanks, Yu-Gi." The two looked over at Tristan and Joey, who were poring over their report cards also.
"Ha! Two A's, Tristan! Bet you can't beat that!" Joey puffed himself up proudly.
"Oh yeah? Four A's!" Tristan said, deliberately flaunting his report card in Joey's face.
"Oh yeah?!" Joey retorted.
"Yeah!!" The two promptly got in a dust cloud fight. Yu-Gi and Anzu watched from the sidelines. Anzu shook her head and smiled, sweatdropping. She walked over to Ryou, the last of the gang.
"Hey, Ryou! You've been kinda quite. What'd you get?" Anzu asked, smiling brightly.
"Oh, hello, Anzu. Nothing special, the same A's," Ryou replied.
Anzu beamed. "Great job!" 'If only I had grades like you, Ryou.' she thought sadly.
"Thanks!"
"Everyone ready to go?" Yu-Gi asked. Joey and Tristan, who had gotten over their fight and packed up their backpacks, nodded. Yu-Gi looked over to Anzu and Ryou. "You guys ready?" They nodded.
The gang exited the school and began walking home. On the way, they chatted about various things, like Duel Monsters. Whenever they reached someone's house, the person would slip off, waving goodbye. Soon, only Ryou and Anzu were left. They walked a bit more in silence before Anzu's house came into view.
"Well, goodbye, Anzu!" Ryou said, waving.
"Bye, Ryou!" Anzu shouted, waving back as she walked to her front door.
Once inside, she leaned against the door, sighing heavily. She just couldn't seem to raise up her science grade, no matter what. She ran upstairs to her room and quickly changed. Then, she laid out her homework. She glanced over at the Shining Friendship clock above her bed. "4:10," it read. Two more hours till her mom came home...Anzu gulped nervously and started her homework as the minutes ticked by...
- - -
"Anzu! I'm home!" Anzu heard the slam of a door downstairs and a voice shout. She ran downstairs to meet her mother.
"Hi, Mom," Anzu greeted.
"Hello, honey. Let me get changed and ready and I'll fix dinner! Now, I'm sure you have lots of homework! I'll let you go and finish, okay?" Mrs. Mazaki chirped cheerfully.
Anzu happily complied and disappeared back into her room. She wasn't fooled by her mom's behavior...She could be happy and nice right now, but when she got mad...Anzu shuddered. Her mother had reduced her self-esteem drastically over the years. Anzu picked up her pencil and once again began her math homework.
- - -
It was after dinner, and the dishes had been taken care of. Mrs. Mazaki tiredly slumped down onto a couch. "Anzu, bring me your report card, please," she said.
Anzu gulped. It now came down to this...She quickly ran upstairs, retrieved her report card, and made her way back down.
"Here it is, Mom," she managed to say in a slightly shaky voice. Anzu handed her report card to her mother.
Mrs. Mazaki took no notice of Anzu's behavior and skimmed through her report card. Anzu nervously waited in front of her. Finally, Mrs. Mazaki looked up from the paper to glare at Anzu. "Anzu, how many times do I have to tell you??!! No B's!!" she yelled.
"I tried my best...Isn't B+ good enough...? It's almost an A..." Anzu replied meekly, wincing at the utter hate in her mother's eyes.
"NO!! You need all A's!!" Mrs. Mazaki boomed.
Anzu couldn't fight the urge to roll her eyes. Her mother's rants were getting old.
"Don't you be smart with me!!!" Mrs. Mazaki raged, standing up and slapping Anzu with a loud crack.
Anzu brought her hand up, clutching her red cheek, tears glistening in her eyes, threatening to fall. 'No...I can't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry...' Anzu thought helplessly. But, try as she might, she still could not stop the crystalline drops of water from escaping from under her eyelids. Anzu raced up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She collapsed on her bed, tears streaming freely down her face.
Anzu lay there, sobbing silently, for a long time. All her life, she had been put down and hit by her mother. Anzu's hopes and dreams were continuously being crushed by her. This was the last straw...She needed to somehow end this pain. It was like icy daggers plunging into her heart. It needed to stop. She needed release.
Finally, the tears stopped coming. Sadness was replaced by anger and an unreasonable hate of the world. She wanted revenge for the pain she was going through. Suddenly, an inspiration struck her. Anzu quietly stole down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had long since gone off to bed, leaving Anzu to cry herself to sleep.
Anzu made her way to a certain drawer and opened it. An array of knives stared back at her. Their blades gleamed alluringly in the moonlight seeping in through the blinds of the kitchen window. Anzu grabbed a small cutting knife and hurried back into her room.
Once inside, she quietly closed the door behind her and climbed onto her bed. Anzu looked down at her slender, pale arms. She took a deep breath, grasped the knife with her left hand, and quickly swiped the blade across her right arm. At first, an unbearable pain shot through her. Anzu bit her lip, trying very hard not to scream out in agony. Slowly, the pain subsided and Anzu began to like the feeling. She slashed some more at her arms. Blood poured out from her wounds, staining her pajamas crimson.
Just as she was reaching to cut her left arm for the fourth time, she fainted from blood loss. Anzu's right hand, clutching the knife, dangled loosely over her bed. Her arms smothered the bed with the red liquid that was still flowing out. Droplets of blood dripped onto the carpet. Anzu Mazaki had finally been pushed over the edge.
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Okay...so how was that? Good? Horrible? Please read and review!! Thanks!
