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The doorbell rang announcing the arrival of Mokuba. Precariously, Anzu got up from her seat on the couch and walked towards the door. Her pale face showed none of the misery that her shaking hands gave away. She looked back at her friends for support. Ryou and Malik nodded and smiled encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, she swung the door open. She was prepared to see Mokuba's grinning face. She was prepared for a hug and him asking how his big brother was. Hell, she was even prepared to give the explanation. But she was not prepared for what she found.

It was Mokuba. Tears streaked his cheeks, and fell down onto the ground in torrents. "Tell me it's not true, Anzu. Tell me Yugi was lying." He looked pleadingly at her. His eyes held sorrow, misery, desperation, and- hope.

Anzu knelt down until she was the same height as Mokuba. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. The tears that she had held back now fell down her face.

Mokuba looked at her, his sister. The only living person that he trusted. And he found out that it was not her that told him the truth, but his enemy. She had lied to him when he called. She had said everything was fine. Yugi told him- told him the truth. "You lied to me," he whispered, all the trust gone from his gaze. It hurt Anzu, to see him like this. Completely miserable, betrayed- just like she was before she found Seto.

"Mokuba, what else could I do?" she responded. "Could I tell you over the phone that Seto was dead? While you were alone miles away and had no one to cry with? Tell me Mokuba, what could I have done?"

"You could have come and taken me home." He glared at her through his tears. "You could have told me honestly that my brother was dead. You could have told me anything other than a lie. Seto never lied to me." He broke down in sobs.

Anzu took him in her arms and hugged him. He never deserved this agony. He was too young. All her feelings of love and sadness poured into the hug. All her sympathy and understanding. "Oh god, Mokuba. Mokuba."

Malik came up behind her. He picked both of them up and lifted them into the house and onto the couch. Ryou sat down next to Mokuba and started comforting him. He was good at this kind of thing- he'd had a lot of practice.

"Shhhh, shhhhh Mokuba. Everything will work out. We're here for you. We love you, and we'll help you. Shhhh…" Mokuba shifted his pose so that he was leaning against Ryou. Cuddling into his warm chest, he fell asleep. Ryou hugged him and held him close as he dreamed, comforting his unconscious form. Anzu looked at him gratefully.

"I never expected that…" she sighed. "Why the fucking hell did Yugi tell him? He knew that I was supposed to do it… that bastard probably even rubbed it in!" Anzu growled. "He will pay," she promised.

"Anzu, calm down," Malik said. "We know he will pay. Just calm down."

Anzu glared at her lover, but her expression soon softened as she saw the hurt on his face. He was suffering just as she was. Taking a deep breath (A/N: how much does she have to breath???) and sneaking a glance at the sleeping form of Mokuba, she nodded her understanding.

"Lets get some sleep," she told the boys.

"Right," they agreed. Ryou looked uneasily at Mokuba.

"I guess I'll sleep here," he said quietly, but Anzu shook her head no.

"I'll stay with my little brother. After all, I'm all the family he has now." Looking both relieved and guilty, Ryou nodded. Gently, he stood up and watched as Anzu took his former position. "Good night, my boys," she yawned.

"Night," they grinned at her.

"See you in the morning," Malik added as Ryou hurried out of the room, probably to change into a cleaner, dryer shirt. Anzu nodded, smiling. Her eyes showed no emotion. Malik then too left Anzu, shutting the living room door after him. Anzu sighed, looking at Mokuba's relaxed form. 'Angelic,' she thought. Tears came unbidden to her eyes again. 'They left me. Just like always; everyone just assumes I know how to handle any situation. What if I don't? What if I want someone to comfort me right now?' A tear trickled down her cheek, but Anzu was too afraid of waking Mokuba up if she moved, so she let it slide. The boy stirred in his sleep. Holding her breath, Anzu watched as he latched on to her arm, using her stomach as a pillow. She sighed. "I love you, Mokuba," she whispered as she fell asleep.

"I love you too," came a quiet response from the not-actually sleeping Mokuba. But Anzu didn't hear him- she was already sleeping. Soon after, Mokuba followed her into dream land.

The days and weeks passed, and Mokuba seemed to have forgiven his new family for not telling him about his brother's death. He was no where near over it, but learned to adapt to his new environment.

He had a complete family now- sorta. Ryou was the mom. He would cook and clean the house, make sure Mokuba was dressed warmly, buy all the things that needed to be bought, and keep the insane others in check. Malik was the brother. He teased Mokuba and Mokuba teased him back. Malik was often away from the house, sometimes for days, working as the king of the rare hunters. Anzu was his queen. She would help him in everything that didn't require leaving the house, and would practice dueling during all her spare time.

Anzu was the sister and father figure. She was over-protective of Mokuba, beating the crap out of any one who dared insult him (this was the only reason she ever left the house). She continued Seto's teachings, and under her tutelage Mokuba became an expert at dueling, technology, and different form of dance. She helped him with his school homework and ran Kaiba Corp., slowly letting Mokuba take on more and more responsibilities until he was ready to take command. That didn't happen yet, and would probably take several years. Anzu didn't go to school, but kept up with her studies at home. The only people she would speak to were Ryou, Malik, Mokuba, and some of the rare hunters. She would also sometimes talk to Seto and Ishizu, but that didn't count. She hadn't gone to see their graves since the day of the funeral.

Yugi-tachi tried to come by for a visit sometimes. They were always kicked off the property by one of the servants. Eventually, they gave up and tried sending Anzu notes and letters instead. She would keep them in a drawer, unopened. "For later," she always said.

Anzu became as good a duelist as Seto was. She combined her deck with his and dueled with strangers over the internet under the name Sezu. She became a legend, a program that easily crushed any opponent. There was no one that she couldn't beat.

Many months passed. Anzu had not left the house for a couple of months. "Why should I?" she would always ask. "There's no one beating you up, is there?"

It was the first day of the school year. To everyone's surprise, Anzu came down the stairs dressed in a school uniform. She grinned at their shocked faces- everyone except Malik (he was smirking) was surprised, to say the least.

"You're sure you're ready?" Malik asked her. She nodded, smiling. It was obvious they had talked this over. He grinned. "I forgot how good you looked in a mini skirt," he complimented. Anzu blushed- the clothes really were very revealing.

Everyone else gaped like a fish. "Wha- how, Anzu, are you- why, I mean…" Ryou's stutters faded as Anzu turned to him. All levity was gone from her tone.

"You'll find out soon enough," she said. Mokuba broke into a grin.

"Awesome!" he cried. "Another junior I know! Now I definitely won't get lost!" He was just starting his freshman year, and was worried about everything.

Anzu smiled at him indulgently. "Lets go!" she whooped, and shot out of the kitchen to the front gate. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" she screamed over her shoulder.

Everyone gave chase, Ryou coming in last. "We love you anyways," they reassured him.

"So, how are we going to get to school?" Anzu asked.

"Ryou and Mokuba usually take the limo, while I go on my bike," Malik explained. "So, which do you want to go on?"

Anzu grinned at him. "Is that a real question?" she asked as she jumped onto the bike. "Hurry and get on before I drive off without you!" she teased. Mokuba and Ryou were stunned once again.

("Did you ever know she could drive a bike?" asked Mokuba, awed.

"No," whispered Ryou, also impressed.)

"And how can you do that without the keys," demanded Malik.

"I can't," Anzu smiled impishly as Malik leaned against the wall, smart-ass cool-guy style. "It's a good thing I have them!" she cried dangling them in front of Malik's bulging eyes. Malik barely had time to jump on as she revved off into the distance, waving a "bye" at her friends.

"Ok… that was weird," Ryou whistled.

Mokuba nodded. "Let's go?" he offered, climbing into the limo.

"Right," Ryou smiled as he clambered in after him. "So, what do you want to watch on the way there?"

IMPORTANT I am leaving for France the 15 and will be back the 30. During this time, there will be no updates. Sorry!!! I tried not to end it on a cliffy, since it will be so long. Please don't hate me!!!!! And review! Otherwise, when I get beck, I will be discouraged from continuing the story.

Sorry if the chapter sucked. I can't concentrate- I'm too exited!!!! (excuses, excuses…)

Some things that may need to be cleared up:

1) They all live together, but only Malik and Anzu are in a relationship.

2) I know that the ages are screwed up. Bear with me.

3) Marik does exist, he just doesn't live with them. He will come to play a more important part.

4) Mako will come in. I promise. If you have any suggestions on how, I'd be more than happy to take them. I really hadn't thought of him- thanks for reminding me!

5) Yes, Anzu can beat people up. Dancing and Martial Arts are related.\

6) Anzu is not insane. She just talks to people who aren't there. *shrugs*

7) If you have any other questions, review them and I'll answer them as soon as I can.

Don't forget me!!! Please!!! If you are a good reviewer and want a picture from France, say so in the review and I'll email you one. *Smiles* who know you could actually get stuff from reviewing?

Thank you for reading, sayonara 'til two weeks.

~Silver