Disclaimer: Okay, this is really starting to get on my nerves…I do NOT own Yugioh nor do I wish to make a profit from it by doing illegal things. NOW, STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Hiya there, to the FIFTH chapter of this fic!! Will this fic get as much attention as Untitled Love? We may never know. By the way, thanks for the reviews as always!!!! You guys are really helping me out here by writing all these reviews for me, encouraging me to write more. As usual, NO FLAMES, and please review!!!!
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
(Now spelling "Yugi" as "Yuugi". It looks more better)
Hi, That's Not My Sister
Chapter Five
Still in the Cafeteria, Eating Slowly
"What the??? Who wrote this to me???"
Staring at the letter that Seto had then a few minutes ago, crumpled up by accident in his tense shaking fingers, Anzu had her slender fingers poised on her chin. Having just came out of her traumatic state, she was now determined to find out who was the mysterious person behind all this.
"This is just like one of those teenage romance novel mysteries!! The ones you'll never let me read Seto! Seto??"
Not at all responding to Anzu's musings for a while, Seto had simply sat in his seat the whole time, not knowing what to say to the brunette that sat opposite him. He had indeed knew this would happen one day; but never like this!! This was the reason why he would rather deal with Mokuba going through the tumultuous stages of puberty than stick around with Anzu's love life. Never once would the CEO also imagine that his worst enemy- Katsuya Jounouchi- would be behind it all. Even as the rather obvious blond was staring after them, three tables down from the duo, eyes disturbingly wide as saucers at the unfolding sequence of events that was sure to get Seto to go after every boy that went even a inch near Anzu. Seto was known to be overly protective of the cerulean-eyed girl and willing to fight for her safety whenever the need came for it. Or her innocence, in this case.
'God, why do I got to be so stupid!!!! I know Kaiba's going to know sooner or later about that letter, but not NOW!!! I need Anzu to think about it herself first, before that ass comes in!! I guess this is what Yuugi means whenever he says "think before you leap"!'
Curling every single one of his fingers into his palms to make two perfect carmine fists, nearly everyone in Domino High turned their heads to stare at the spectacle that was about to blow up, bored looks on their faces. It was typical Jounouchi behavior, and one usually ignored, if not the sight of his bulging fists and a red vein popping out of his forehead, that was starting to make students near him inch away in growing apprehension and fear.
'DAMN YOU KAIBA!!!! Always the one to be in the way of everything I want and do! But without him, Anzu wouldn't even be here now…It was Kaiba who brought me possibly the love of my life, but Kaiba who would reduce my chances of being with her to dust…'
Calming down, as his fingers loosened up from their rather uncomfortable position, and his exploding vein went back into his forehead, Jounouchi now presented a look of misery, as he pushed away his lunch- too ill-humored to eat- abruptly leaving the cafeteria. The people that had edged away from the blond a few minutes ago, baffled at this unanticipated show from Jounouchi of all people, had delved into the "what-if" answers behind it, before giving up on ever finding the answer and returned to munching away on lunch.
Meanwhile, Seto had finally managed a response to his cohort, the two still unaware of what had just happened a brief minute ago, spitting each word out as it was battery acid waiting to jab and make a meal out of his tongue.
"Have- have you been associating with impressionable riff-raff again? You do know they're nothing but dogs." Taking a sip of his bottled water, which had been alongside Anuz's bento the whole time but never at all had been noticed, a glimpse at her face revealed that his statement had rather hit a nerve, as Anzu's lips were rather folded down into a frown.
"They're not dogs, they're my friends, for the last time Seto!! Just because Yugi, Ryou, Honda and Jounouchi are all middle-class, doesn't mean-"
"Especially Jounouchi, or as I prefer to call him, a overgrown puppy who can't even learn any new tricks. You better watch out around him…Yuugi and the others are just simply annoying gnats. Not to offend you, Anzu, but your taste in friends needs improvement." Was he really that irritated by that letter? Even Seto knew not to say too much about his dislike for Anzu's friends, or a slap or a sharp blow to his shoulder was to be expected, but the CEO couldn't help himself at this point. He had long wanted to say all those spiteful things since the day Anzu brought them home as playmates for her and Mokuba.
"And you need a personality adjustment!!! Why are you being so hateful today?? This isn't your usual self!! It's just a little old love letter from a secret admirer, that's all, and you don't need to freak out so much about it! I'll figure out who the person is that sent me this letter and that's that! No more lectures about hanging out with riff-raff and all that stuff, okay!??"
Taking in needed amounts of oxygen, Anzu glared at Seto throughout the process, infuriated and not to be bothered for the meantime.
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Seto Mansion's at Night, Five Years Ago
"Take that, worthless boy!! Cry to your mommy and daddy in hell!!!! And there!! Boo-hoo some more!!!" Shivering in her bed, while tightening her grasp on the blankets loosely wrapped around her, more screaming and yelling could be heard from the room down the hall and on the left, as Anzu quietly wept tears of pity. Pity for Seto, who was now enduring another cruel beating from Gozaburo for falling asleep on his homework, even though Seto was already done with it.
'Gozaburo just wants another excuse to hit Seto…Please Seto…Please, when you'll come out of there, that you'll still be alive…' At that moment, the anguished screams had faded, and an opening and slamming of oak doors could be heard from a distance. Wiping her tears away, the ten-year old girl sat up in her bed, a plain mix of white and navy blue; Anzu shared her room with Seto and little Mokuba, now sleeping, and as a slight shuffling of bare feet neared her door, the girl grew tense with worry. What if Seto turned out all bloody and was about to die? What if it was actually Gozaburo, going in to terrorize Mokuba and her?
'Let it be you, Seto, let it be you…'
A slow turning of the doorknob prompted even more suspense and mental torture as Anzu now covered herself with her sheets- Gozaburo had pulled the stunt a few times before, traipsing in with his smug smirk and "I'm-going-to-kill-you" air. It was better not to look- she hated that smirk as much as she hated Mokuba asking where were all the daily screaming coming from and why was Seto bleeding each time?
"Anzu??"
Letting the sheets fall down around her body, Anzu's eyes met with- not Gozaburo- but Seto, whose blood was shown dripping from the ripped sections of his pajamas among his slim legs and chest. Fresh tears surfaced over her barely dry cheeks, as Anzu broke into another series of sobs. Seto didn't had to suffer like this, he didn't had to!!
"Why does he have to keep doing this to you, Seto?? Why don't you fight back, you don't have to take the pain…Why??" More weeping followed this melancholy plea, as Seto's sapphire eyes softened at the sight of Anzu crying. Over him. Limping over to the brunette's bed- his frail fingers doused in dry blood- he took hold of Anzu's face, cradling the soft thing against his neck, as Seto delicately wiped her tears right off.
"Don't cry, Anzu…Everything's going to be fine. See, Gozaburo didn't beat me as hard as last time, and he hasn't tried to hurt you and Mokuba in a while. I promise you, Anzu, when we'll older, I'll kill him." Seto's words tingled down the girl's spine, and though she wasn't usually for killing of any sort, Anzu agreed on ridding Gozaburo with any means possible. Even killing the dreaded man.
"But…what about your wounds, Seto??"
" Don't worry about me, I'll clean all the blood off and I'll put on bandages on the most serious spots. Just don't worry. Now, go to sleep, we got school tomorrow. Oyasumi nasai." Tenderly laying Anzu's head onto her pillow, the boy kissed her daintily on the forehead- it was a nightly ritual- before closing the rather burdensome, creaking door behind him, leaving Anzu alone in the dim once again, clutching her blankets close against her yet again.
'But is he really fine??…And why does Gozaburo have to be so cruel??…'
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End of School By the Lockers
"So, who do you think this letter could had been written by? I read it over a million times so far, but I still can't make head or tails about who might had wrote this thing."
Handing the now extremely creased and scrunched up piece of paper, to a certain naive tri-colored hair boy, Anzu banged her locker/cubby door closed while quite firm and confident in her mind that Yuugi would indeed put an end to the muddling mystery. He was known to be good at puzzles and mysteries- Yuugi had once solved on his own, the twelve-year old enigma, revolving around a murdered Domino Junior High student in just a week! He was made celebrity for a couple of weeks, before everybody got sick of seeing "LOCAL BOY SOLVES MYSTERY OF MURDERED GIRL" on television and left Yuugi alone.
"What do you think, Yuugi?" Slipping on her beige backpack- full of pens, pencils, erasers, white-out and little homework from Mr. Ogino, the social studies teacher- cerulean eyes observed lavender-violet eyes running through the little smudged text on the letter.
"Well Anzu, the guy does seem rather in love with you…Why don't you give him a chance?" Falling backwards anime-style, as a huge sweatdrop surfaced on the back of Anzu's head, the girl quickly regained back her composure, leaping back to her original position.
"Yuugi, I would, but…I don't even know who he is in the first place, and that's why I gave you that letter: to find out exactly who this guy is…"
Nodding, as the vertically challenged teen transferred the letter back to Anzu's outstretched left hand, Yuugi flashed a rather adorable smile at the brunette, making her brain turn to gooey mush at the sight.
"I don't know either who the person is, but I bet somewhere he's watching you. Oh, I got to go Anzu- Grandpa wants me to help him clean the Kame Game Shop. See you tomorrow!!" Sneakers hitting the linoleum floor in a quick-time march fashion, Anzu looked down on the letter she held- squished between her thumb and forefinger- more perplexed than ever at the cryptic message from Yuugi.
"What did he mean by that??…"
Shrugging to herself after a while of thinking, deciding to take her leave of the high school with light thuds across the floor, blond hair peeked out from behind a locker, the feature obviously belonging to Jounouchi. He had been watching Yuugi and Anzu for some time or another, and a blush of deep crimson splashed across Jounouchi's cheeks confirmed the whole thing.
'Thanks Yuugi, for not telling Anzu, now if I only could get Honda and Ryou to do the same…'
TBC
A/N: To make up for the weeks of not updating, I had made this particular chappie longer than I usually write. So, do you like?? To confirm that to me, please send a review!!! And NO FLAMES!!!! I'm too sensitive for that. Well, ja ne!!!
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