DISCLAIMER: Anoooooo, why the heck would anyone assume I own Yu-Gi-Oh! ? Therefore, why is it necessary to have a disclaimer? This is FAN fiction, not ORIGINAL fiction. BIIIIIIG difference!
WARNINGS: Anzu point of view. 'Nuff said.
SUMMARY: More funny, absolutely no fluff.
Chapter VI:
~~~~ANZU POV~~~~
I slammed my locker shut, rolling my eyes. Sheesh, can't Jonouchi avoid doing something dumb for a DAY? I swear, that guy's destined to die of something totally stupid, like microwaving gym socks or something. Sheesh. How could he FORGET his seat would do that? Oh, well. I guess I'm the brains of this operation- besides Yugi-chan, that is. And Yami-chan, *droooooooooooool...*
Yawning from mental fatigue, I stepped out of the school- and my entire day got worse. Not only was it hot, it was muggy! No, scratch that. It was a sauna! And drenched with rain. Ugh, my hair! And I had to run to work! Grrrrr! This was SO not my day!
"Konnichi-wa, Anzu-san!"
"Konnichi-wa, Mikahishi-san!" I shouted to my boss as I rushed in, after speed-changing in a convenience-store's bathroom. I bolted behind the counter to grab my tray, pen, and order pad, and hurried to take my first customer's order.
"Konnichi-wa! Nani ni shimasu ka?" I asked the woman sitting at the nearest table that hadn't been seen to. The woman raised an eyebrow, and suddnely I recognized her. Kujaku Mai!
"What, you're not going to say hi? No, 'How've you been?' No, 'It's great to see you?'" Yup. Just as I'd remembered.
"Hello, Mai. Now, what do you want? I'm on the job, you know." I kept my tone polite, but couldn't prevent a twitch from forming below my left eye.
"Let's see, hon. I think I'll have a diet Coke for starters, and then, do you have any salads?"
"Yes, we have a roast chicken salad and a regular salad. Also, there's a salad bar over there- but it costs a bit more." I resisted tapping my foot, but my grip on the pen tightened.
"Ooh, salad bar. I didn't see it. Thanks for telling me. I think I'll use that. Sounds good. And, an order of onion rings, please."
"Very well, the total will be ¥750." She handed me a credit card, and I returned to the counter with her order. After a few more customers, I returned with her Coke and onion rings, and a bowl for the salad bar.
"Thanks, hon! You're not bad at this!"
"I'm just in it for the money." I growled, trying to maintain patience.
"Well, then, we've got something in common! Except, I like what I get paid for!" I had had enough.
"And what's that, 'hon?' Sex?" And, with a sarcastic wink, I turned my back to her, blocking the queen of irritation from my mind as I focused on my job.
After work, I went straight home. Freaking homework. I've fallen asleep doing it more times than I can count. Ugh, and tonight I had trig! Shimatta! Oh, well. At least I didn't have any English- that language sucks! I can't make any sense of the pronunciation, and the spelling is screwed! Why do we have to learn it, anyway? Oh, wait. It'll probably be handy when I'm in New York, for my dance lessons. Grrrrrrrr. Why does that language have to make no sense?
Anoooo, whoops. Didn't mean to vent. As I was saying, I was working on my trig, when my cell phone rang. "Moshi moshi?"
"Moshi moshi, Anzu. Remember our deal?" It was Yugi-chan.
"Of course! I keep acting like I don't understand you're 'struggling' to avoid my kisses, you get me a date with Yami!"
"Precisely. Tomorrow, I'll meet you at the park, and you come up to me, and flirt. Act like a total slut. And then, kiss me. Not that it's what I want, but it fits my plan perfectly!" His voice, usually so gentle, seemed to be cracking with suppressed laughter.
"Gotcha. I come, flirt, and kiss. See you at school, Yugi!"
"Hai! Ja ne!"
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NO, Anzu is NOT getting a date with Yami! Remember Bakura saying he got "screwed?" That's important soon. GOMEN NASAI for not updating in eons! REVIEW! I've decided to impose a threat. I won't update until my total number of reviews is 10 (I have 4 for this fic so far). So REVIEW, people! Or no more story! Bai-bai! And REVIEW, damnit!
WARNINGS: Anzu point of view. 'Nuff said.
SUMMARY: More funny, absolutely no fluff.
Chapter VI:
~~~~ANZU POV~~~~
I slammed my locker shut, rolling my eyes. Sheesh, can't Jonouchi avoid doing something dumb for a DAY? I swear, that guy's destined to die of something totally stupid, like microwaving gym socks or something. Sheesh. How could he FORGET his seat would do that? Oh, well. I guess I'm the brains of this operation- besides Yugi-chan, that is. And Yami-chan, *droooooooooooool...*
Yawning from mental fatigue, I stepped out of the school- and my entire day got worse. Not only was it hot, it was muggy! No, scratch that. It was a sauna! And drenched with rain. Ugh, my hair! And I had to run to work! Grrrrr! This was SO not my day!
"Konnichi-wa, Anzu-san!"
"Konnichi-wa, Mikahishi-san!" I shouted to my boss as I rushed in, after speed-changing in a convenience-store's bathroom. I bolted behind the counter to grab my tray, pen, and order pad, and hurried to take my first customer's order.
"Konnichi-wa! Nani ni shimasu ka?" I asked the woman sitting at the nearest table that hadn't been seen to. The woman raised an eyebrow, and suddnely I recognized her. Kujaku Mai!
"What, you're not going to say hi? No, 'How've you been?' No, 'It's great to see you?'" Yup. Just as I'd remembered.
"Hello, Mai. Now, what do you want? I'm on the job, you know." I kept my tone polite, but couldn't prevent a twitch from forming below my left eye.
"Let's see, hon. I think I'll have a diet Coke for starters, and then, do you have any salads?"
"Yes, we have a roast chicken salad and a regular salad. Also, there's a salad bar over there- but it costs a bit more." I resisted tapping my foot, but my grip on the pen tightened.
"Ooh, salad bar. I didn't see it. Thanks for telling me. I think I'll use that. Sounds good. And, an order of onion rings, please."
"Very well, the total will be ¥750." She handed me a credit card, and I returned to the counter with her order. After a few more customers, I returned with her Coke and onion rings, and a bowl for the salad bar.
"Thanks, hon! You're not bad at this!"
"I'm just in it for the money." I growled, trying to maintain patience.
"Well, then, we've got something in common! Except, I like what I get paid for!" I had had enough.
"And what's that, 'hon?' Sex?" And, with a sarcastic wink, I turned my back to her, blocking the queen of irritation from my mind as I focused on my job.
After work, I went straight home. Freaking homework. I've fallen asleep doing it more times than I can count. Ugh, and tonight I had trig! Shimatta! Oh, well. At least I didn't have any English- that language sucks! I can't make any sense of the pronunciation, and the spelling is screwed! Why do we have to learn it, anyway? Oh, wait. It'll probably be handy when I'm in New York, for my dance lessons. Grrrrrrrr. Why does that language have to make no sense?
Anoooo, whoops. Didn't mean to vent. As I was saying, I was working on my trig, when my cell phone rang. "Moshi moshi?"
"Moshi moshi, Anzu. Remember our deal?" It was Yugi-chan.
"Of course! I keep acting like I don't understand you're 'struggling' to avoid my kisses, you get me a date with Yami!"
"Precisely. Tomorrow, I'll meet you at the park, and you come up to me, and flirt. Act like a total slut. And then, kiss me. Not that it's what I want, but it fits my plan perfectly!" His voice, usually so gentle, seemed to be cracking with suppressed laughter.
"Gotcha. I come, flirt, and kiss. See you at school, Yugi!"
"Hai! Ja ne!"
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NO, Anzu is NOT getting a date with Yami! Remember Bakura saying he got "screwed?" That's important soon. GOMEN NASAI for not updating in eons! REVIEW! I've decided to impose a threat. I won't update until my total number of reviews is 10 (I have 4 for this fic so far). So REVIEW, people! Or no more story! Bai-bai! And REVIEW, damnit!