Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Kazuki Takahashi owns it, and yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, and yak. Why bother writing disclaimers if everybody freaking knows it?
Revised Regular Note of 8/6/03: I have finally revamped everything in this fanfiction, so that future readers/reviewers will have a better time reading this chapter. However, I have yet to revamp my other ficcies, so if you don't see me updating for a while…I'm fixing my ficcies. Also, some things in this chappie had been changed such as little things in the content and etecra.
Note (revised):
Anzu Mazaki = Tea Gardner
Katsuya Jounouchi (referred to as Jounouchi but called by first name by sister) = Joey Wheeler
Hiroto Honda (referred to as Honda) = Tristan Taylor
Shizuka Jounouchi = Serenity Wheeler
't' thoughts
"t" talking
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italics flashback
Hi, That's Not My Sister
Chapter Two
The limousine rolled up at the Kaibas' mansion, well protected by a sprawling, glittering steel fence, and security sensors located at certain areas inside the property, if perhaps a murderer and robber had managed to climb over the fence. Pulling open the right passenger door, Seto proceeded to hold open the door for Anzu, not at all realizing she was totally oblivious to the fact that they had already arrived in front of the mansion.
"Stupid law of cosines..." Quietly mumbling under her breath, Anzu was apparently too wrought with stress and studying as she continued to mumble on and on about failing and dropping out of school.
"Anzu...do you really want me to lock you in the car alone for the night?"
"What did you say, Seto?" Only when Seto applied the forces of pulling on her, did Anzu understand and promptly closed her math book, as he took out a portable remote control of two inches in length and an inch in width, pressing a button that made the gates open with a screeching motion.
"Seto- you got to help me out with studying." Walking the distance to the mansion, Seto had slipped the remote back into his pocket, as Anzu desperate for math tutoring, started to whine incessantly.
"You should have asked me before if there were any tests coming up. Then you wouldn't be in this predicament right now."
"How can I? You're always in the company working, and even when you're not, you're at home working." Blinking at the response, he sniffed with an air of nonchalance.
"You do know how to knock and say 'excuse me?'" This left Anzu quiet for a minute as Seto inserted a brass key into a lock just under a polished golden-yellowish door handle. The mansion doors swung opened, letting out a good view of the grand hallway and part of the living room that awaited the two.
Dumping her backpack on the hallway floor, along with the dreaded textbook, Anzu skipped to the couch, picking up a book from the glass coffee table that was laid in front of her, and started to read.
"Still reading that novel?"
"Yeah..." Laying her foot on the table, Seto merely raised an eyebrow at the action and decided to just leave her to her own devices, though she should rather be studying.
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10 Years Ago, Shiitake Orphanage
'Mommy, where are you?...' Crouched in a fetal position, arms tightly wound around her legs, Anzu wept in fear and anger. She didn't like this strange place that she was in; her bed was only a corner in a floor and a wool blanket to cover herself with. The food that the orphanage served made her stomach want to hurl in various directions, and the other children either made fun of her or ignore her altogether.
"Children-"
Everybody in the room all stood up, having dropped their toys or coloring books onto the floor, including Anzu. The speaker was a woman in her mid-fifties, or rather, Megami Makino, the caretaker and co- owner of the orphanage. Due to the result of age, her skin crumpled up in ways that disgusted the orphans, her eyes a lustful fiery shade of orange, and white strands of hair along with black were tied up in a bun. In other words, grotesque, but greatly feared as anybody that opposed her went under brutal lashings.
"-We got some visitors waiting to see you. If you don't drive them away first." The last part was mumbled, but the children could hear it as clear as day, as their eyes moved towards the entranceway to see the visitors that could be their guardians next. A neatly dressed man holding a gurgling baby appeared, along with a boy around Anzu's age with dark- chestnut hair and coincidentally enough, sparkling blue eyes.
Everybody pretty much crowded the family, as Anzu went back to her corner and started to weep once again. She didn't care if Megami was going to beat her with her belt; all she wanted was her parents back.
'When will Mommy come back? I hate this place! It stinks and nobody treats me nice and-'
"Why are you crying?" The boy with the dark-chestnut hair was standing right next to her, a concerned look on his face. Rushing to wipe her tears away, she stared at the boy, surprised.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Seto. But why are you crying?" Looking at her palms, practically the only thing to find comfort and solace in, Anzu delved into her parents' deaths; first her dad, then her mother and ending up in the orphanage. Seto nodded, pitying the girl and the life she didn't choose to have.
"Would you like to come live with us? My dad's looking for someone to adopt. Though your parents are gone, at least it's better than staying here. My mother also died too…Two years ago when my brother Mokuba was born. I miss her a lot."
"Seto?" Turning around, it was his father and Mokuba.
"I guess you've decided, huh?"
"Yep! Can she come live with us??" While Seto's father signed important-looking papers at the front desk, Anzu smiled to herself; a smile that hadn't been seen in the weeks she had arrived at Shiitake Orphanage.
'I'm going to have a daddy and two brothers!!'
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Present Day, Seto's Living Room
'I finally finished this book!!! Such a nice ending!!!' Placing the book back on the coffee table, Anzu yawned in pleasure, which immediately turned to a groan as she remembered the midterm.
'This is the absolute last time that I have to look at that textbook!!! After this, NO MORE!!!' Taking the textbook from the floor, a white point stuck out from between pages, and taking it out gingerly, it was a picture of her and Seto in 4th grade, standing outside in that year's first snowfall, Seto's arm around Anzu's, grinning ear to ear.
'I still had this picture?? I remember...it was a field trip to Hiroshima, and it started snowing all of the sudden...then somebody wanted to take a picture of us...The field trip was fun, I think, though I don't remember much of it. That would also be the last year I ever saw Seto happy before Gozaburo came…'
Putting the picture down on the table, memories came flooding back to her. Since adoption required being a foster family for a year before the government would mail you the adoption papers in the mail, Yamazaki was working hard to adjust Anzu to the ways of their family, along with Seto and cuddly Baby Mokuba. But the week before the papers were due in the mail, he was killed in an hit-and-run incident; a truck driver, apparently too high on speed (a drug) to be watching the road, struck Yamazaki as he was crossing the street to the grocery store.
'We were back in the same orphanage...but Seto struggled to get somebody to adopt all three of us together, though people only wanted him since he's a child prodigy. But when Gozaburo came, we thought he would finally be a parent that would stick with us forever. We were wrong...all he ever did was take out his belt or anything else he could get in his hand, and beat Seto with it since he wanted him to be the best successor to KaibaCorp and for him to be tough.'
Sighing remorsefully on those memories, Anzu turned the pages around in her textbook, looking for the same page she left off at.
'At least those times are over...As Seto promised, he finally killed him by having his executives throw Gozaburo out the window…But only me and Mokuba know that, of course…We finally got rid of him, anyway. '
TBC
A/N: You like?? Eh, sorry if I got too absorbed giving Anzu roller coaster feelings; she's worrying about a test for one second and the next she's reflecting on Gozaburo and Seto getting beaten. And again I'm sorry if there's no romance right now. Real romance needs time to grow; its not like you take a look at somebody and just fall in love with him or her. My fanfics are crappy; I just know it. Well, NO FLAMES and merry Christmas to all of you guys for the 2nd time around.
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