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"Yes, you will pay," Anzu repeated to herself. She got off her bed and out the door, a determined look on her face.

"Marik," she whispered softly, knocking on a black door with a "worship me" sign on it. "Marik," she said, louder. Still no reply. "Fuck you, Marik, open this door right now- it's the Queen." She heard a grunt on the other side of the door.

"Open it yourself, bitch," came the reply.

Anzu sighed and rolled her eyes. 'He is a lazy jackass,' she thought while roughly pushing the door open. "Hello, Marik."

"So, you came back for more, huh?" the platinum-haired spirit asked with a sneer. "The last beating didn't do much, did it?"

"Shut up, you bastard."

"Is that a yes?" Marik grinned, flexing his arm muscles.

"No," Anzu replied calmly, not the least disturbed any more. There was a pause while she gathered the courage to continue.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all day, wench?" demanded Marik.

She glared at him, then lowered her gaze, suddenly interested in a spot on the floor. "I- I," Anzu gulped. "I need your help," she blurted out finally.

Marik's eyebrows rose into his hair; he burst out laughing. "Is that so?" he asked.

"Yes," Anzu mouthed.

"And what's in it for me?" the spirit smirked.

"What do you want?" He jerked his eyebrows suggestively. "Other than that," Anzu quickly added.

"You take the fun out of life, you know that?"

"Just tell me what you want, Marik."

"Nothing," was the reply. "It's the only thing I can't get by myself, you know?"

Anzu sighed, exasperated. "Marik, please! I'm begging you!" She got down on her knees, clasping her hands together. Marik barked out a laugh.

"Well that's a memory that I'll treasure," he cried, amused.

Anzu looked up at him from her position on the floor. "You won't help me?" she asked, bewildered.

Marik seemed thoughtful for a moment. "No."

With an enraged scream, Anzu threw herself off the ground and charged at Marik, who easily blocked her attack. "There's nothing you can do against me, you know. I'm far too strong for you to beat." Stomping her foot, Anzu ran out of his room and into her own.

'I can't believe he did that. After I went through all that humiliation… I can't believe him! He will pay as well…" Anzu sighed, wiping away her tears. Tears were for the weak. She was strong. She would not cry. Ryou and Malik would be back soon. In two days. Before then, she decided that she would put her plan into action. She would surprise them. She would make them proud. 'I can do it by myself! I don't need anyone's help in this!" She went to her closet, and took out a pair of plain blue jeans and a red shirt with "dancer" written all over it. Putting the cloths on, she rushed out of the house, avoiding Marik's door.

Coming up to a brick house, she knocked on the front door. Soon it was opened by a man with a turban and a golden key hanging down his neck. "Hello, Shadi," Anzu greeted.

"Anzu," he replied. "I was expecting you." He lead her down the hall into a sparsely furnished living room, inviting her to take a seat on one of the few chairs. She accepted, and opened her mouth to explain why she was at his house.

"You don't need to tell me, Anzu. I already know," Shadi smiled, pointing to the key.

"Oh. Right," Anzu said, abashed.

"Did you know that the scales should have belonged to Seto originally?" Anzu nodded. "Then you should also know that they rightfully belong to you now." Anzu nodded again. "I assume that you want them." She nodded for the third time. Out of no where, a golden set of scales appeared, hanging in mid air between the two figures. "Take them," Shadi said kindly. "They are yours."

Anzu reached out and took the metal in her hands. It was light, sparkling, and beautiful. As soon as she held them fully, they gave off a bright golden glow and disappeared, while Anzu felt a piercing pain in her chest. "What?" Anzu cried. "What just happened?" she demanded of Shadi.

"They recognized you," he explained. They have found their true master, and have bonded with you."

"But where are they?" Anzu cried, frustrated.

"They are inside you, Anzu. In your heart. They will remind you of your actins, of the right course. You have mastery over them; they will be wielded by your right hand."

Anzu looked at her hand- sure enough, there was a golden burn mark- the mark of a scale. "So I can channel their powers through my right hand?" Anzu asked amazed. Shadi nodded gravely.

"But that's not all you came for," he sighed. "You also want my Key." He petted the pendent across his neck affectionately. Anzu nodded. Shadi sighed. I know that this is what is meant to be," he cried, "yet it is so hard to do!" Tears came into his eyes. "You have to understand, Anzu, that the Key is my life. Generations have perished to keep it safe, to keep it out of the wrong hands. I saw my father killed in it's service, everything in my life revolved around it. It's just… so hard… to let it go…" Shadi sighed, wiping away the tears. "Here," he said gently, taking the strap off his neck and holding it out for Anzu to take. "It is time I joined my family."

Anzu reached out, picking up the item. As soon as it changed hands, Anzu heard a scream of anguish, and a white light erupted around the pair. "Use it well!" Shadi's voice called out of the light. When it faded, Anzu screamed. In front of her was the mangled corpse of her benefactor. Gashes ran down his body, blood pooled on the floor around him, his mouth was open in a sob.

"Shadi!" Anzu cried. "Shadi! SHADI!!!!" Tears fell down her face as she stumbled out of the house, as she ran down the streets, as she heard the sirens of an ambulance scream down the road. She clutched the key, seeking comfort, finding none. There was no one to comfort her- no one to protect her from the bloody image that plagued her mind. No one to tell her that it was not her fault, that it was destined to happen. She fell against a clump of trees in the park- her refuge. She wept, and screamed, and no one heard her anguish in the middle of the cold night.

Two days later, Malik came home from the hospital. There had been an accident on the way home from the airport. Ryou was dead. Anzu left the mansion and went to the game shop, putting on a smile.

"Isn't it a good thing he died? I mean, one rare hunter down!" she laughed. "Too bad it wasn't Malik…" she sighed.

"Yeah," everyone around her agreed. A couple hours later, she excused herself, saying she had homework to finish.

She lay down and wept against Malik's chest. "Don't worry, he reassured her. "Tomorrow we will get back at them. Tomorrow we will hurt them." Anzu smiled through her tears. They went to the funeral- only two people there. Themselves. No one else had cared. On the gravestone it was written, "Here lies Ryou Bakura. Kind boy, tortured soul. True to the end."

At that moment, Anzu hated herself. Hated herself for making Ryou join her, for telling him to go on the trip with Malik, for being so weak. Hated herself for laughing about it, for forcing herself to smile.

One thing reassured her. One word helped her keep her sanity: Tomorrow.

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