Sorry- I know that the prologue was rushed, but I didn't want to have it drag on too long. Anzu was called brownie because of her sweet personality and brown hair, I guess; or it could be because I was just eating brownies and couldn't think up a nice name at the moment. I guess all you needed to know was that she was Seto's friend at the orphanage, and helped him when he was down. She loved to make up stories… and was all together an innocent little girl. Shy and friendly… all that. This chapter will explain more about Anzu's situation at the present. It may be a little dark or whatever.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything you recognize. The characters will be ooc.

*** Anzu telling the story*** (no reactions for the sake of flow)

So, I guess I'll start at the beginning. Right after you left, a couple came and wanted to adopt me. The only problem was that they lived far away, and if I went with them there would be no way I would ever see you or Mokuba again. So I decided to do something about it. There was no way I was going with them, but everyone was insisting that I do so. The pressure was getting to be a little much for me, and I knew that if I refused, that horrid lady that managed the place would do something really nasty to me.

So I ran away from the place- I was I guess around seven then. I didn't take anything with me- there was nothing to take. I remembered the guy who adopted you, Gozaburo or whatever, and went to his place. The attendant lead me into the kitchen and gave me some food. I remember because I was starving- you know how disgusting the food at the orphanage was. So I rarely ate it. The man told me that he would go get you. But instead he brought the man that adopted you, and long story short he threw me out. That's why you never saw me.

I had nothing to do then, nowhere to go. For several days, I sat in the park and ate scraps of anything I could find. Finally I realized that I needed to find work, but at my age that was hard to do. I wandered around, looking for a store that would hire me as an errand-girl. I found nothing. Then I went out looking for a job as a maid. I found a family that needed a servant at a cheap price- I took the job.

They were horrible. I barely got a salary, not enough to live by on my own, and they would beat me if I did anything wrong (I still have the scars). So I decided to be spiteful to them as well. Instead of getting my own food I would steal it from their cupboard. I would sneak money out of their wallets and hide it in a little loose floorboard. They never figured out that I did this. In several months, I had enough saved to leave that hell-hole. And leave it I did. I resigned the position and warned them that if they tried to force me to stay I would go to the police and show them the scars. They let me go. I blackmailed them into giving me an extra twenty dollars in the same way. Again taking nothing with me, I left in search of another job.

I found one as a cook in a little restaurant. The owner felt bad for me and let me bake little goodies to sell to his customers for small wages. I slept in the park in the weeping willow, and didn't have to pay rent. Since I worked in a kitchen, I never needed to buy food, and thus saved more money. The people loved my cooking, and I enjoyed working at the diner. So I stayed there for several years, my salary slowly increasing. Unfortunately, it went out of business when the owner was caught in a gang fight and killed; I was once again jobless and friendless. I was twelve.

It was at this point that I realized I could do what I always dreamed of doing- go to school. I started middle school under the name Eliza, skipping elementary since I already knew all the things they taught. I told them that my parents were out on a honeymoon, and had left me to look after the house. With a little convincing, the principle believed me. When I joined, I had no friends. No one wanted to accept me, the loner and outcast. So I did everything on my own; I put all my strength into my studies, and was the top student in my year. You were probably being home schooled then- I remember hoping to be in your class, but you weren't there. Slowly, I started to run out money. When the first semester was over, I was nearly broke. However, the law forbids students to have jobs, something that I desperately needed. So I looked into the illegal options, something that I had never before considered. And there I found my salvation.

I found a job at a strip club, where my innocence was put to good use. I learned to dance, I had a passion for it. Every spare moment of the day I would practice at the club. My grades began to drop. My teachers grew worried. One day they followed me to my practice session. Lying, I said that I was practicing to become a ballerina. They laughed and didn't believe me. So I hired a teacher the next day and she taught me all the moves. The next time my professors followed me, my teacher was there rehearsing what we did the day before. They had no choice but to believe my excuse, and left me alone. Unfortunately, I realized I loved ballet- I really did want to make my life out of it. So I kept on going to the lessons. Wasting more money, effort, and time than necessary on the equipment and lessons.

My day was packed. From morning to afternoon I had school. Then until evening I had my lessons. At night I stripped at the club. The audience loved me- because of my ballet experience, I was more flexible and agile than any of the other, more experienced dancers. I got a raise. I put more effort into dancing. It was a way to unleash my emotions, and it gave me a reason to keep going. I vowed that one day I would become a professional dancer. In ballet.

Everything went smoothly. I, like you right now, had no friends to interfere with my lifestyle. I was able to outrun the bullies, and in time they left me alone. And then I… I was raped. After dancing at the club, a couple of guys couldn't keep their hands off me. I was found that morning in an alley and sent to the hospital. From there, I was to be sent back to the orphanage. The doctors had finally realized I had no parents; they had uncovered my secret.

I ran away from the hospital. I changed my identity. I was now Anzu. I cut my hair short and dyed it black. The dye eventually wore off, when I was out of danger of being recognized. I continued stripping, and skipped the last year of middle school. For a year, everyone thought I had dropped off the face of the earth- the doctors proclaimed me dead. The police looked for me, but could not find the little girl they were searching for. They should have stopped trying when I wrote them a note saying, "Eliza is dead." She really was dead. In her place stood Anzu.

After a year, I started Domino High School. I made friends with the other outcast Yugi. I dropped my stripping and the ballet lessons I could no longer afford. I trained on my own; I got a job as a waitress at another diner. I became friends with Jou and Honda. Then I realized that you went to the same school. But you changed so much. I thought you didn't want to talk to me or remember me- you were the unreachable god that all the girls drooled over. You sat in back and read your books, you were the top student. You never looked at the second best. I convinced myself you had forgotten Brownie. I convinced myself that I had killed Brownie. I convinced myself that you hated me, since I was friends with Yugi-tachi.

No, they were not my friends. I gave them what they wanted to have, they left me alone. I was the cheerleader of their group. God knows that's all that I ever was. I kept their spirits up; I held them all together in the tough spots; I forced a happy smile on my face. I wanted to cry all the time. I know they hated me for it- for my cheerfulness. But I knew it was what they needed. They never appreciated me- they never realized how much it hurt me to stay smiling and cheering. They never thought that when I insulted you I despised myself. Soon, they only needed me to boost their egos and pride. And that's what I did, because that's what they needed. They would have fallen apart if it wasn't for me. They never realized this. I wonder what they'll do now?

Why did I do this? Because at first, I really was friends with Yugi. Because I owed them for finding a place I could practice ballet in peace. Because I was afraid of Yami and Bakura. Because they knew I worked, and could use it as blackmail. Because they could ruin my reputation by telling the world I wanted to be a dancer. Because I had no one else to turn to. Because I thought you forgot me. Because I didn't know what I would do if I was truly happy.

Why the change now? Because I have you.

***Seto and Anzu after she's done with the above story***

"Now, Seto, now I have you." Anzu had tears in her eyes. "You were the first person I ever told any of this to."

"Oh, Anzu," Seto replied, tears in his eyes. "I'll never let anything happen to you again."

"Brother?" Anzu asked shakily.

"Yeah, sis," he replied with a smile. "Always and forever." Seto chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Anzu asked, punching him playfully on the shoulder.

"Wait until I tell Mokuba he had another sibling!" Seto grinned.

"He won't mind?" Anzu asked, worried.

"Of course not!" Mokuba shouted, tackling the two surprised teens in the sofa. "I came home early, and couldn't help but listen to your story. Welcome to the family, sis!" he laughed, at the outraged look on Anzu's face.

At this, she smiled. "It's good to be here."

This must have been pretty boring to read, but it had to be said! Please Review!!! I promise, the things I have in store for Anzu are gonna be pretty drastic. It will get better!!

Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Review!