Ok, so I guess seven people aren't reading this fic… oh well! I love the people who are!!

If I owned something, I'd be really really rich. I have five dollars. Therefore I am not rich. Thus I do not own anything. Happy?

"So, let's get down to business," Seto said calmly as he, Ishizu, and Anzu sat around a table facing each other. "First things first- let me see the cards you bought."

Anzu dutifully handed him the cards. "Not bad… nice! Hey, this one's great too… oh, and I'll need to add this one into my deck sometime…"

"Um, Seto?" Ishizu called to her fiancée. "Seto!" she snapped louder.

"What?" He responded, looking up from the cards.

"Let's get on with it…" she prompted, moving her eyes and nodding at Anzu who sat looking highly intimidated on the edge of her chair.

"Oh, right." Seto settled back into his chair in a professional manner. "So, Anzu, you want to enter into the demanding and intense society of elite duelists. Is that correct?" Anzu nodded, shaking from nervousness. "Very well. I shall teach you. You shall become a master of the cards. You shall understand every formation, every strategy, every move. You shall memorize every card and attack, all the ancient history behind every card, and each possible solution to any problem. This usually takes years to master. You will do so in several weeks." Anzu looked ready to feint.

"Don't worry, girl. He's just trying to scare you. It's really not that hard." She smirked at the relieved look that crossed Anzu's features. Seto on the other hand looked crestfallen.

"You always have to ruin all the fun…" he pouted. Anzu giggled; this was such un-Setoish behavior.

"Yeah, yeah, ok. Now start teaching!" Ishizu cried, irritated. "This is wasting my precious time!" she imitated Seto's constant remarks.

"I'm the one with a company to run!" Seto retaliated grinning. That excuse always worked, for everything. "So, Anzu. What's the primary point of the game?"

"Um… to win?"

O.O "Ohhkaaaay… What's the most powerful monster?"

"Ummm… the Blue Eyes White Dragon?"

-_- "This is hopeless…" Seto sighed, putting his face into his hands.

*Hours Later*

"So, what's the most powerful card?"

"Apart from the three legendary God Cards that were destroyed in the Fire, Exodia. It is only summoned with the collection of five separate cards, which form the body of an unstoppable monster."

Seto grinned. "That's my girl!" he said proudly. "And what do you rely on the most in battle?"

"There are three givens on which a duelist must rely. First are his own abilities compared with those of his opponent. Second is his deck, and that of his rival. And third is the Heart of the Cards."

"Good. This may not be as hopeless as I thought," Seto smiled at Anzu.

"If you two are done for today, can I steal Anzu for the rest of the evening?" Ishizu called from the doorway.

"Sure, that would be fine with me," Seto replied.

Anzu grinned happily as she got up and stretched. "I'd love to go out! He's been driving me like a slave driver!"

"And you barely even started. Tomorrow, we'll start to practice actual dueling. If all goes well, by the end of spring break you'll be a true duelist, and…" Seto stopped mid sentence. There was no one in the room- Ishizu and Anzu had already left. Shaking his head and laughing, Seto went into the kitchen to get dinner.

*At the Mall*

"Does this make me look fat?" asked Ishizu seriously as she contemplated her reflection in the mirror.

Anzu rolled her eyes. "You could never look fat, Ish."

Ishizu giggles and twirled around in the while dress. It spun with her, the hoops underneath swinging ceremoniously. "I know," she joked.

"No, but I think we need to find a different dress. This one's too flashy," Anzu sighed. "None of them seem to be right," she moaned. "My legs are getting tired from all this walking and standing…"

"Oh, quit complaining! You spoil all the fun, you know that?"

"Sorry, but you know, for years I couldn't complain because of my friends needing me and crap… so I'm making full use of this opportunity."

Ishizu laughed at her explanation. "Ok… one more store, and then we go home. All right?" Anzu grinned and nodded.

"Here, lets go into Gowns for Clowns. The name fits you well…" Anzu ducked a sailing handbag and laughed. "Please can we go here?" she begged, using her puppy eyes.

"Arrgh! Fine!" Ishizu surrendered, throwing her hands into the sky. "Let's look in here…"

As soon as they entered a store, a lady cam to greet them. "You want a wedding gown," she told Ishizu, who nodded dumbly. The lady looked her over for several minutes. "Come with me," she said finally. She led the girls into a changing room. "I'll bring you the dress soon, give me five minutes." And with that, she left them standing in the mirrored cabinet.

"I wonder what she'll bring?" Anzu thought aloud.

"How did she know I wanted a wedding dress?" Ishizu wondered.

"I have a sixth sense for these things," came the reply. Spinning around, Ishizu saw the lady from before carrying a paper covered huge package. "This is the dress. It costs twenty three hundred dollars. You have two hours before the store closes- enjoy!" and just as silently and quickly as she came, she left.

"Well, open it!" cried Anzu after several minutes of quiet. Ishizu jumped out of her reverie.

"Right… oh, right, the dress…" She tore off the wrappings. "Oh my god," she gasped. "It's beautiful!"

"Well let me see it!" shouted Anzu impatiently. Ishizu stepped aside. "Wow," was all that Anzu could say. "Well, try it on…" she whispered.

Ishizu stood in front of the mirror. She was wearing a gold dress (A/N- work with me here- I've never described clothing before!) that shimmered as though it was covered in miniscule diamonds. The material rose up her neck, with a hole cut in it to show off the Millennium Necklace. It flowed down her arms in translucent layers that had no definite beginning and no clear end, as though she was just wearing a second skin that faded into the air. It draped around her waist and fell to the floor in endless waterfalls. The bottom puffed out in the traditional wedding-dress style, but there were no hoops to maintain it's form- the layers upon layers of fabric did that. It were so thin, so fragile; not made out of solid cloth but of air and water mixed together, of sheets of ice that twisted and flowed. Ishizu twirled- the dress lit up as though on fire, flaming at the floor and shimmering at the top, the bottom layers rising from the ground and enveloping the girl in a web; she stopped, and they settled back down as though enchanted.

"It's perfect," Ishizu breathed. Anzu nodded dumbly.

"It comes with a veil," a voice on the other side of the door called. Ishizu looked through the package, and lifted the accessory. It was of the same material- unless you touched the bride's skin, you could not tell that she was wearing anything over her face. The front of the veil came down past Ishizu's shoulders, the back floated lightly behind her and trailed several feet after. "Well, come out and let me see if it's the right one!" called the lady.

With a shaking hand, Ishizu opened the door and stepped into the well-lit room. She had almost forgotten she was in a shop. "Yes, yes, very nice. Very good. The dress suits you well," the woman confirmed. "So you'll take it?" She asked.

"Yes!" cried Ishizu, feeling the cloth around her lovingly.

Anzu and she walked out of the shop hand in hand, carrying a feather-light package in their arms.

*Weeks Later, the Day of the Wedding*

"Can I see the dress?" demanded Seto, for the hundredth time that day.

"Not now!" cried Ishizu, completely frustrated with her soon-to-be husband.

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because it's bad luck," replied Ishizu. "You'll see it in a couple of hours!"

"I can't wait that long!" said an indignant Seto.

"Well you'll have to," smiled the bride. The groom flung his hands in the air and stomped out of the room.

"She's impossible!" he screamed at the passing Anzu.

"You didn't let him see the dress?" asked the girl as she came into the dressing room.

"Nope," her friend grinned.

It took them hours to get ready. First the make-up. Then the hair styling. Then the dress. Repeat for the maid-of-honor. "The ceremony starts in five minutes!" squealed Anzu.

Ishizu was very pale. "I know."

"Oh, don't worry! I'm sure everything will go fine," Anzu reassured, squeezing the bride's hand. In return, she got a thanking smile. The music started. They walked out into the hall, down the aisle. Gasps and whispers, murmurs of approval, whispers of awe.

"I do."

"I do."

And it was over.

Anzu stayed after the newlyweds had left in their limo. She started cleaning up the hall, directing the servants, giving orders on what went where. She was tired, exited, and sad. The couple would go on their honeymoon- they would not be back for a month.

The doors opened, a man wearing all black came into the room. A man by the name of Malik. "Anzu?" he called.

"Yes?" she replied, nervous. 'What's he doing here?'

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Anzu. Maybe you should sit down to hear it…"

"What's wrong?" she gasped. Scenarios went through her head, each one more horrible than the last.

"I think you should sit down for this, Anz-"

"What the fucking hell is wrong?" she screamed at the psychopath.

"I'm sorry, but Ishizu and Kaiba have gotten into a car accident. They are in the hospital now. I am to drive you over right away," Malik had tears in his eyes. He never cried. Never. It was one of the givens in life. Anzu looked at him, stared at him.

"You're lying," she said calmly. "You're lying! You bloody bastard, you are fucking lying to me! They didn't get into an accident! You asshole, you fucking asshole!" she screamed, terrified.

"Anzu, calm down Anzu!" Malik soothed. "We need to go to the hospital. My sister asked to see you right away. She doesn't have a lot of time left…" his voice stopped working. He looked at the ground, tears coming out of his eyes and falling to the floor.

"No!" Anzu cried hysterically. "No!" she sobbed.

Malik did the only thing he could think of doing. He took Anzu in his arms and hugged her. She was the only other person in the world that could share his pain. She was as close to Ishizu as he was, she was just as much her sister as he was her brother.

"We need to go to the hospital, Anzu," he said to the girl crying out her pain into his chest. "Come on," he said, picking her up easily. He carried her to the taxi. "Hospital," he croaked, holding on to Anzu with all his strength.

'She's all I have left. She's all that remains of my sister. She doesn't really know me. I don't know her. We'll make it work. If she leaves, then I don't know what I'll do. She's all I have left…' And with that, Malik's coherent thought ended and he, like Anzu before him, gave way to total pain.

Yes, Malik is nice right now. Don't worry- that will change. He just lost his sister, after all; give him a little breathing room!

There will be flashbacks of the wedding; it's cut short on purpose.

You will learn of Malik's past… blah blah blah…

I know it's unrealistic. It's my story.

Flame me if you want to- I personally think this chapter sucked too. But it had to be said… yada yada yada. The gang will come back in next chapter!