Hey people. I have 20 reviews!!! Yay!!! *takes a bottle of vodka and goes partying*

Thank you so much!!!! But I only got 3 reviews for the last chapter! *puts down vodka and pouts* Was it really that bad? Well- here's the next chapter!

I don't own anything. *Smiles* that's a good thing- if I did, they'd all be dead!

Anzu and Malik sat alone in the waiting room of the hospital. Ishizu and Seto were in surgery. Neither one spoke- they were too caught up in their own thoughts. Hoping for the best. Fearing the worst. Knowing that fate was not on their side.

A man in a white coat came out. A white coat that had brown red spots on it, spots that Malik knew too well as blood. A grim look was on his professional face.

"Are you both waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Kaiba?" he asked them.

Anzu looked up; she had not heard him come in. Terrified, she nodded, yes. Malik just stared at the spots that littered the white coat. The blood. Who's blood?

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Mr. Kaiba is dead, we weren't able to save him. His wife has about two hours left. She asked to see you both." The doctor stopped, reading their reactions. The girl had tears in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks and already soaking the front of her dress. The boy was just staring at his coat. 'Damn it!' the doctor thought. 'I forgot to change into a clean one.'

Bravely, Anzu stood up. "I'll go to see her first," she stated, looking at Malik who was obviously not able to move, much less walk anywhere. He looked to be in a state of shock.

The doctor nodded as Anzu sniffed. "It's room 134," he said, as he turned to leave.

"Doctor!" he heard the boy call out. Anzu turned to Malik as well, but he didn't see her. He looked the doctor in the eyes. "Who's blood is that?" he demanded. His voice did not shake. He did not cry.

"Both of theirs," he responded. There was no need to lie.

Malik nodded, and reclined back into the chair, closing his eyes, revealing no emotion. Anzu turned back around and left for Ishizu's room.

"Ishizu?" Anzu called into the poorly lit area.

"Anzu," came the voice of her best friend. She was on the white bed, bandages wrapped around her head, hack, and arms. Needles were sticking out of her, tubes surrounded her. She didn't look human- she looked like an experiment. "How is Seto?" she asked calmly.

"Oh, Ishizu, he's dead!" cried Anzu as she broke into sobs. Ishizu looked at her pityingly.

"Don't be so sad, Anzu. You'll see him again. His soul is lighter than a feather."

At this, Anzu cried all the more. "I miss him!" she wept "And you… I'll have no one left!" she said as her body was racked with shudders.

"Anzu, you'll have Malik. Malik is not a bad person. Just misunderstood, hated, filled with hatred of the past. He also has no one left. Rely on Malik, Anzu." Ishizu smiled.

"How can you be so calm about this?" demanded Anzu.

"Because I foresaw it to happen. Because I see what will happen in the future." She paused. "Take my necklace, Anzu. Take it- it belongs to you now. You will need it. You deserve it."

She smiled at Anzu's disbelieving face. "But- but, it's yours, I could never-"

"Take it," the older woman smiled. "I know what I'm doing. And besides, it's not like I'll need it."

Anzu reached out and unclasped the gold from around her friend's neck. Before letting go, she gave her a hug. "I love you, Ishizu," she cried.

"I know. And I love you too."

Anzu nodded. She put the necklace around her own neck, taking comfort in the warmth it provided. She suddenly felt stronger, as though the necklace was taking some of the pain away from her.

"I'll never forget you, Ishizu," she said softly.

"I know you won't." Ishizu closed her eyes. She was so tired now that the necklace was gone. It had helped keep her alive. "Call in Malik, please." Anzu nodded, understanding.

"Bye," she said. "See you later." Stepping outside, she was shocked to see Malik there. She looked at him and nodded. He went in, closing the door. He stayed there for 15 minutes.

Tears were in his eyes when he came out. At Anzu's questioning look, he nodded. "She's gone," he whispered.

They clung together. Remembering her. Taking comfort in each other. It was the first time anyone had seen Malik with any emotion in his eyes other than insanity and hate. Doctors rushed past them. Beeping noises, shouts, and commotion was in the room. But out in the hall, there was only a girl and a boy holding each other, comforting each other. There was no noise. There were no screams or sobs. There was a familiar face, a shaky smile.

"She gave it to you," said Malik, fingering the necklace. Anzu nodded in response. "Let's go?" he asked. She took his hand and led him though the maze of halls out into the night.

They stayed in Seto's mansion until the day of the funeral. They talked to no one but each other, they saw no one but each other. They grew closer and closer; they became friends. They became lovers. Whenever their grief grew too great, Anzu would use the powers of Ishizu's last gift. She took herself and Malik into the past. To the wedding. To the playground. She used the necklace less and less over the days. The first day, she used it three times. The second day she used it once. The third day, she didn't use it. The third day was the day of the funeral.

It was sunny and bright. There was a crowd assembled on the lawn. One casket was lowered into the ground. One casket, two embracing bodies. They were not changed from their wedding cloths.

As soon as the ceremony was over, Anzu and Malik were separated. Malik was taken away by Marik and the rare hunters to talk about business. Anzu was swept up by Kaiba Corp's executives to talk about the company. Seto had left everything to her in his will. Everything was hers until Mokuba was old enough to take on the responsibilities. Mokuba was away at camp. He had not been told anything. He would get back in two days.

"Yes, I will take on all of Seto's responsibilities, Yes, I know how. No, none of you will have any say in anything- he hated you. No, none of you will get a raise. Yes, I can do it. Thank you for your offer, but I don't need your help." Anzu was courteous and polite. Finally, the crowd thinned. She sighed. 'Well, at least that's over with…'

"Hey, Anzu. I'm really sorry about what happened," came Yami's voice.

Anzu whirled around. There, sure enough, was the gang. "Thank you," Anzu replied politely. Now was no time to make a scene.

"Please, Anzu, let us be your friends again. We know you need us; we are here for you. I know that you are sorry for all the things you said, you don't have to say it," Yami said kindly as Anzu opened her mouth, only to be cut off my Jou.

"Don't worry, Anzu. That's all in the past!" said the blond cheerfully. "Let's go get some lunch, and then we'll talk about how you can make it up to us-" He was cut off by a sharp slap across his face.

"Shut up," Anzu hissed dangerously. "If you say one more word to me, I swear I will kill you."

"So, the girl has some attitude," smirked Bakura. "I can teach you to actually back up your threats," he continued, "if you-"

Anzu snapped. She punched Bakura in the stomach, she kicked him in the face. "Back up my threats?" she screamed, sobbing. She was able to maintain her composure during the ceremony. She was able to say goodbye without breaking down. But now, this was too much. How she hated the freaks! "Is that good enough for you?" She would have continued but for a familiar hand placed on her shoulder.

"Come on, Anzu. We need to go," Malik soothed. She turned around and cried into his chest as he held her. Marik and the rare hunters sneered at Malik's show of affection. Yugi-tachi just gaped. After a while, Anzu calmed down. She looked up at Malik and smiled. He bent down and kissed her. Then, hand in hand, they walked to the black limo that would drive them home.

"Did what I think just happened actually happen?" asked Ryou.

"I think so," replied Honda.

"Anzu's lost it," stated Shizuka.

"Well, I did your dare, Bakura," Yami smirked. "But it looks like you got it worse than me." Bakura glared at Yami, clutching his bleeding nose.

"Come on, lets go," called Mai as she climbed into her bright red car. Everyone else clambered in after her.

"To the pizza place?" asked Jou hopefully.

"To the pizza place," everyone chorused, as they sped off into the street, not looking back once at Kaiba's and Ishizu's grave.

There you go. Please review!!!