Okie, I'm back! x.x; Sorry for the crappy title of this chapter, guys. And I'm warning you guys...This chapter gets...fairly disgusting. I'm sorry if anyone's made to puke after this...u_u

Leigh--Well...I'm just really afraid of totally screwing up Ryou's personality...so it's kinda hard to get this romance in there. ^^;;

sb1--Yep...I agree with you. But I'm afraid it's just going to get worse...You'll see in this chapter.

K-chan--Thank you! Yeah...It's really sad. But Anzu's life will still get worse...:(

blu sprite--Yep, I don't think Ryou would punch anyone at all. Lol Thanks.

River-Star--Well...You know, Anzu couldn't ever really hate her mom, completely. She's not the type of bitchy, ungrateful type of daughter, know what I mean?

NOTtheBRIGHTESTcrayon--Erm...Come again? O_O

Kari--Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chapter...

lili--That's okay. Ff.net can be a bit irritating at times, ne? Hmm...Perhaps having your mom die. I don't know...Neither has happened to me before.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

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Searching for the Light

Chapter Four: Welcome to Hell

"Anzu?! Anzu?! Hello, are you still there?" The woman at the other end was franticly trying to get back to Anzu.

Anzu snapped out of her paralyzed state and, with trembling fingers, reached to pick up the phone, which was being suspended in the air by its cord. "U-Um, yes. I'm sorry, I was just so shocked," Anzu answered, voice shaking slightly.

"I'm very sorry, dear," the lady said sympathetically. "You will be moving into your stepfather's house. I believe he will be coming to collect you at...10:00. Good bye, and I hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you. Good bye." Anzu placed the phone back on the receiver, her hands shaking very badly now. She was going to live with her stepfather?!

"Ohhh...Lord, just kill me now..." Anzu moaned to herself. She was going to live with her stepfather, who was an extremely lecherous old man, about 67 years old already. It disgusted her to call a 67-year-old geezer, who was old enough to be her grandpa, 'Dad'. Her mother had divorced with her real father and later, married her stepfather. Anzu had a strong suspicion that her mother had only married the old man for the money. The guy was filthy rich--almost as rich as Kaiba. He owned a practical mansion, and had bedecked it with all kinds of classy furniture and collectibles of sorts.

Anzu groaned and quickly checked the microwave's clock. 8:57. 'I better get ready...' She slowly climbed up to her room and began putting all of her clothes in a duffel bag, still in sort of a trance. Memories flashed back to her, reminding her over and over again of the new problems she faced.

~*Flashback*~

"Daddy, can we get this?" a six-year-old Anzu asked her stepfather eagerly, holding up a large horse plushie. The two were shopping at the toy store.

"Sure, honey." He took the plushie and they walked over to a check-out counter. He purchased it, and the two walked outside, towards the car.

"Thank you, Daddy!! I love you!" Anzu squealed, hugging her new plushie and smiling widely and innocently up at the old man.

"How much?" her stepfather replied, grinning.

"Lots and lots!" Anzu shouted, beaming and laughing.

"When we get home, show me." They climbed into his fancy Lincoln towncar and drove off.

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Upon arriving at the old man's mansion, Anzu's stepfather led her into his room. He sat down on his chair at his desk and motioned for Anzu to sit on his lap. Anzu climbed onto his lap, still clutching her horse plushie.

"How much do you love me?" he whispered huskily.

Anzu, being the naïve and innocent little girl that she currently was, replied cheerfully, "Lots and lots!" She giggled and squeezed her plushie.

"Show me." He began cupping her young breasts in his large, hairy hands, and other such ministrations. "Does this feel good?"

Young Anzu nodded slowly, not really knowing what she was doing. She thought she would hurt her stepfather's feelings if she said no, or get in trouble.

"Don't tell anyone about this. It's our little secret." And Anzu didn't. For she thought she would get into trouble.

~*End Flashback*~

Anzu closed her eyes, stopping halfway through closing up her duffel bag. 'Mom...if you were still alive, I could've told you. Now you're gone, and I can't tell anybody. All because of some stupid thought...' Tears welled up in her eyes, but Anzu brushed them away angrily. She sat on the edge of her bed, her duffel bag clutched close to her chest. She began meditatively thinking about the past...

'I was so naïve then. I literally let him toy around with me. And I guess...him buying me things and being all nice and flowery to me is worse than if he tortured me and beat me...so it's like he deserves the privilege to do those nasty things...' Anzu shuddered at the thought.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door being opened and closed reached Anzu's ears. Her heart stopped when she heard an all-too-familiar voice call up to her.

"Anzu? Let's go!"

Anzu took a deep breath and shouted back, voice trembling slightly, "Okay! I'll be down in a minute!!" Anzu made her way to a drawer in her desk and slid it open. It contained the knife that she had sneaked into her room from the kitchen. She slipped it into her duffel bag and ran downstairs.

"Hey, how's my baby doing??" Anzu stepfather greeted cheerfully.

Anzu could only smile weakly as she was led to the familiar Lincoln towncar and driven away to her new home. Her insides recoiled and her skin crawled. This was going to be an even more hellish life from now on...

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Okay...I feel the need to barf from my own fic...Everybody all right? Sorry...x.x; But it is rated R for a reason...;;;