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May God and the Devil save and protect Israel from the dumbass world. Being in France and listening to their news really does something to wreck your sanity- I feel like Marik, only worse.

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The bell rang announcing the start of homeroom. All the students sat primly in their seats, looking up at the teacher as he was about to take attendance. Suddenly, the doors burst open, allowing two teens to rush into the classroom. Everyone looked up, and stared at what they saw.

Malik, the heart-throb of the school, lay panting on the ground below a pretty brunet whose face was covered by her shoulder length hair. Both laughed hysterically as Malik rolled on top of the girl and started to tickle her. Their shrieks were silenced by the instructor clearing his throat. Both kids got up hastily, and mock-bowed to their superior, breathing out apoligies between gasps for air.

Once again, the class ohhhed- for the girl was none other than the legendary Anzu Mazaki! Rumors had circulated through the school of her possible whereabouts. Some claimed she was dead, others called her pregnant, while yet more told of her eloping with Seto Kaiba and Ishizu to a distant land. It was a generally agreed upon fact that her spirit sought revenge against the wrong do-ers and bullies of the school; she had come to be regarded as a myth, a Robin Hood. But this long gone creation was now gasping before their very eyes! Now, if you saw Captain Jack Sparrow rolling around with the most sought after guy in the world, how would you react? Well naturally there were countless eye rubbings, blinks, pinches, slaps, and stares. Everything that could possible be done was done to make the "newcomers" annoyed and paranoid. Even the teacher seemed to have lost his grasp on the language, producing guttural sounds from deep in his throat.

Thus passed the several minutes of homeroom. Anzu and Malik fidgeting at the front of the room staring at the class, the class gaping at them. To Anzu's immense relief, none of her enemies were present, and her plan of impression was not ruined. The bell rang announcing the end of the block with no further progress done, and needless to say Anzu and Malik were the first to gallop away from the eyes. As soon as they passed the threshold of the door, whispers and shouts of all volumes vibrated through the room as the students struggled with the event they had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, Anzu and Malik ran as fast as they could to their next class. They had previously requested having identical schedules, and with a little persuasion from Malik, had managed to get their wish granted. Arriving well before the other students, they settled themselves in the far corner of the room and started up on a quiet conversation.

Anzu laughed. "They looked like a bunch of fish!" she cried, tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks.

"I know!" Malik responded, equally amused.

"God, I wish we could do that again," Anzu sighed.

"Yeah. It's a good thing Yami-tachi weren't in there. It would have spoiled everything."

"Hmmm. It doesn't really matter. They'll go down anyway."

"Speak of the devil," Malik chanted louder, as the said peoples walked into the room and started looking for places to sit.

Yami looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. "Malik," he nodded.

"Hello pharaoh," Malik responded sarcastically. "And the tomb robber with his slutts. How cute."

"Shut up, you bastard," sneered Jou.

"You don't talk to my boyfriend like that, mutt." Anzu stepped out of the shadows of her corner and latched her arm though Malik's. "Considering that he can whip you in anything… you really shouldn't talk, Jou."

The blond grew red with fury. "Hold up, Jou," Honda cried, gripping his friend behind the arms and keeping him from attacking the brunet girl. "It's Anzu, remember?" This seemed to quiet Jou down considerably. Anzu and Malik seemed confused by the sudden change in temperament.

Seeing their bewildered glances, Yugi stepped up to explain. "We're really sorry for everything we did to you, Anzu. We were wrong, really really wrong to ignore you like that. It's like you said, we were stupid idiots, and we really hurt you. And we are so sorry. Please, Anzu, give us another chance. Remember what you used to tell us about friendship? Only now do we actually understand the true value of your words. Please, Anzu, give us another chance to prove ourselves--"

Here Yugi's speech was cut off by the entrance of the professor. Everyone took their seats, and with several meaningful looks at Anzu, Yami-tachi turned back to the front of the room and started paying attention to the lesson.

"Do you think they really mean it?" Anzu whispered to Malik.

"I guess so- I mean, why would they be saying it otherwise? What do they have to gain?" Malik responded quietly.

"Should I give them another chance?" Anzu asked. Despite her outward boredom, she was truly touched by Yugi's monologue.

"That's for you to decide," was the cool response. Malik looked annoyed by his girlfriend's sudden change of heart. Anzu looked at him quizzically.

"Do you think that they'll accept you and Ryou back as well?"

"I doubt it."

"Well they'll have to if they want me back!" Anzu whispered fiercely. "There's no way I'm leaving you guys!"

Malik smiled at her. "I know you won't."

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Anzu neither talked to Yami-tachi nor made any life changing decisions. Eventually, the days passed one after another. Anzu going to school became old news. Weeks passed, and Anzu, Malik, and Ryou grew to be on civil terms with their enemies. And then one day, at the beginning of fall break, Malik left on business with the rare hunters and took Ryou along with him so he could "learn the trade". Anzu was left in charge with Marik.

Now, Anzu and Marik never got along too well. In fact, they hated each other. Marik had a problem with Anzu beating him at duels, and Anzu had a problem with Marik's attitude. So when they were left as king and queen of the rare hunters for a week, things began to heat up.

In fact, it grew to a point where Anzu ran out of the mansion in tears because of the taunts thrown her way, and the physical abuse she received. One day, Marik was feeling particularly malicious when he knocked into Anzu in the hall.

"Get out of my way, bitch!" he growled at her.

"Make me!" she retorted.

"You really want me to, wench?" Marik sneered.

"Do you have the guts to?" Anzu taunted. That was enough to cross Marik's thin sanity line. He punched Anzu down onto the ground and started to kick her in the stomach.

"Beg for mercy!" he cried, enraged.

"Fuck you!" Anzu howled in pain from the floor.

Marik continued to beat her until she was half dead, and left to get drunk. Only barely breathing, Anzu crawled out of the house and to the only other people she knew- Yugi's game shop.

Solomon opened the door, and choked. "Oh my god, Anzu!" he cried, and dragged the blood-soaked girl into the living room. Yugi and Yami rushed to see what had happened.

"Oh my god, Anzu! Who did this to you?" Yami gasped.

She opened her eyes a slit. "Marik," she whispered hoarsely. Yugi silently wiped her face with a cold wet cloth.

"Don't worry," he whispered. "You're going to be all right. It's ok…"

Anzu recovered over the night. The following morning, she was again friends with Yugi and Yami. Later that day, she was reunited with the rest of the gang. The only thing that they wanted to do was talk- about duel monsters.

"So Anzu, what would you do if I attacked you with this card?" Jou would ask.

"Uh huh. And what about the magic cards here?"

"How do you think it best to arrange the deck? More Trap, Magic, or monster cards?" At the end of the day, Anzu felt as though she had given them all lessons on strategies and tips on the game. She was tired and hurt from the last day's bruises. But no one seemed to pay any attention to that.

"Hey guys, I gotta go now," she said to the crowd.

"Oh, can't you just show us a couple more tricks?" Shizuka begged.

"I'm really tired, actually…"

"Oh, come on, Anzu!" Bakura frowned. "Suck it up and act your age!"

Anzu glared at him. "Leave me alone," she warned. The tomb robber shrugged.

"Whatever."

Anzu quietly shut the door behind her. She didn't have the same feeling with them as she did with Malik and Ryou. She didn't feel the companionship. 'I'm just not used to that big a crowd,' she thought to herself. 'They really are my friends again.'

Just then, Anzu heard footsteps coming up behind her. She whirled around, fists up, ready to fight. There in front of her stood Mako, with a grim look on his face.

"What do you want?" she asked suspiciously.

"It's nice to see you too, Anzu," Mako responded. "It's been such a long time."

Anzu nodded in acknowledgment. In fact, Mako was one of Malik's strongest followers, but she never got a chance to talk to him since he was constantly away on trips searching for his father.

"Listen, I think you should hear this through," Mako said, handing her a tape.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Something I think Malik would have wanted you to hear, my Queen."

Anzu raised her eyebrows. "Oh really?"

"Please, Anzu. Trust me," Mako begged. He looked so serious and upset that Anzu had no choice but to agree.

"Fine."

Mako bowed his head. "Arigato," he whispered. "Stay strong, Queen." And with that, he ran off into the night.

When Anzu got back to the mansion, she put the tape in her player. The voices of Jou, Yami, Yugi, and Bakura came on.

"So you think she's Sezu?"

"I know she's Sezu."

"So what are we going to do? With her strength, she really will be able to collect all the items."

"That's where I have a plan."

"Well spill it out, tomb robber!"

"We get her to trust us again. She's such a stupid bitch that she should fall right into our hands."

"Great… and what will that do?"

"It will keep her from getting out items, baka! She won't duel her friends for something so important to them!"

"Ohhhh…"

"And, we could also get her to teach us her strategies- then we'll be able to duel her and win, and get our items back! We'll be unstoppable!"

"Or we could just steal the items when she's not looking…"

"Shhhh!"

"What is it?"

"I think there's someone at the window…"

Here the tape was cut off. Anzu sat on the bed, looking ahead of her with glazed eyes. There were no tears left to cry. Stay strong, Queen. "Oh, don't worry, Mako. I will make them pay for making a fool out of me."

Please please review! I wrote this chapter with lack of sleep and on a different time, so tell me if it was crap or not! REVIEW, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!