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THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED ON 8/19/03!!

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 Six

(Oh lookie, a flashback!!! Wonder what'll it reveal this time??…)

Kimura Elementary School

"Now children, we're going to be starting a new unit today, so I expect notebooks and pencils out when I explain the assignment- yes, take notes- this unit will be unlike any other we ever did. These past few weeks I had been taking observations and I had gravely noticed that-"

Flipping open the pages to her newly bought composition notebook at the strict order of Ms. Ichiro, Anzu took a pencil from her right hand corner of her desk, gripping the thing tight within her little pale fingers. She had been trying to work on perfecting her penmanship with a more strained grasp on the pencil, index and middle fingers stretched out across the surface in rigid stances. It hurt, but it was worth it- "Anzu" was written in neater cursive than ever before, shocking even Seto himself.

Seto, with his scars across his back and legs.

Seto, in agony.

The girl bit her lower lip in the painful reminiscing- she could still vividly picture those lines running all over Seto's lean body, a torturous story behind each and every one.

"-And I have realized that you kids don't really know one another in this class. Always running around in your own cliques, never bothering to explore more than that. Well, no more of that nonsense!! For this unit- copy down notes- every one of you will be paired off with someone you don't usually 'hang out' with, and you will provide a 2 page report on one another. You will do this for the next 3 weeks, writing notes and observations on your partner everyday. Along with the report, I expect to see detailed notes!!! Copy that last part down- detailed notes!!!"

Groans came up from among the class, and from Anzu herself, as she scribbled down "detailed notes" in an unreadable scrawl. It mattered not, whether she had good handwriting or not anymore; the brunette didn't want to end up with one of the popular girls such as Sayeka, or Jessie, as they tended to make fun of her for wearing such raggedy dresses and more for that jagged scar that ran down her left arm.

Anzu hated and envied them at the same time- she hated them cause of their snide remarks to her and Seto but she envied them for being to able to live in a world where only clothes, boys, and money existed, whereas Anzu had to contend with the short end of the stick.

"And now, I shall assign partners…Hirokazu with Ruki (I know, adding "Digimon Tamers" in here, but they're minor), Kimi with Sulia…"

Ignoring the rest of Ms. Ichiro's droning, Anzu's eyes dropped to her pencil- her lucky pencil, as she deemed it otherwise- the girl frantically wished for a partner- a partner that wasn't mean, snooty, selfish, a hog and so and such, and was nice, kind, polite, and the following.

"Anzu with Katsuya…"

Katsuya?? Anzu haven't the foggiest knew who Katsuya was, but he or she had better be a good partner!! A sudden tap to the shoulder sent the girl the shivers, as the brunette meekly turned her head around, only to go face-to-face with a smiling boy with disheveled blond hair.

"Hey!! You're Anzu, right?? I sit right behind you! I'm Katsuya Jounouchi, but I like it better if you would just call me Jounouchi!" Taking out his hand to shake with the rather weirded-out Anzu, who didn't even knew in the first place that such a kid existed just right behind her, the girl made a quick mental note to herself.

'Note to self: Jounouchi is crazy!!'

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"So!! When's your birthday, what's your blood type, your sun sign, your ancestors, your mother's maiden name, do you have any brothers and sisters, any relatives with 'shady pasts'…" Jounouchi provided a infinite amount of questions for poor Anzu to answer, and yet he was still scratching more questions in his notebook, not at all taking care to write on the lines.

"Calm down, Jounouchi!! I'll try to answer all your questions the best that I can, but don't fire away so much. My birthday's August 18, my blood type's O, sun sign's Leo, I don't know my ancestors, and I have two brothers…Well, they're not exactly brothers, but something like that, and we're really close…" Not at all knowing what to say; how could Anzu explain to Jounouchi- who obviously was one of those happy-go-lucky people striving without a care in the world- two dead parents and an abusive foster parent all at once?? Her lucky pencil that was wedged against the folds of her fingers was now practically about to painfully insert itself into her palm- there were some things you needed to protect against all obstacles and one of those things was sanity.

"-I mean, you don't really need to answer all of my questions…If you feel uncomfortable answering some of them, then that's all right with me…"

Slowing his speech down a considerable lot, desolation hanging about in the corners of his mouth, this change of heart surprised Anzu- she'd taken Jounouchi to be a bundle of never-ending happiness and joy and one to just jump in and demand for details on some sort of juicy story.

"I never saw my little sister Shizuka anymore, ever since my parents divorced. My dad took me and of course, my mom had to take Shizuka. We were really close, too…But I always try to be happy about it, no matter what…Cause Shizuka's trying to do the same thing for me, too…"

Turning his attention to a nearby window, Anzu felt a slight tinge of guilt pulling at her heartstrings. How was she to judge Jounouchi just by the way he acted on their first moment of meeting?? How was she also to know that Jounouchi held so much sadness and misery within him, like how she did towards Gozaburo's treatment towards Seto, her father's early death leading to her own mother's suicide, and her yearning for parental love besides Seto's odd brand. All those years, she managed to bury most of those awful memories away and with a feigned smile and laugh, Anzu managed to convince herself most of the time that she was indeed a normal girl, with only minor problems such as gaining popularity and to get exemplary grades. But there were some things like Gozaburo that you just couldn't hide within the inner recesses of your mind.

"Don't be so sad, Jounouchi. I'm sure that someday you could go see Shizuka. It's not like your own parents are going to keep their own daughter and son apart like that." Displaying a bantam smile to the depressed boy, who had turned his attention back to the girl, as a sign of reassurance, Anzu made another small mental note to self.

'Note to self: Don't be so judging of people.'

"So…Do you wanna finish answering my questions now?" Getting out his folded out spiral notebook yet again, mechanical pencil poised in his right hand, a slight blush crept over his cheeks, making Jounouchi seem all the more kawaii. (Remember, they are all in fifth grade here, so you know…) What had possessed him to tell this girl he hadn't even know for ten minutes, all about him and Shizuka, when not even his best friend Hirokazu knew naught of it, and they had known each other since kindergarten?? (If you're wondering where's Honda, he didn't arrive into the scene until Junior High)

'There's something about Anzu- that's what I know…She has this thing about her that makes her so…easy to tell her things to…'

"Okay. You're writing down the answers that I'm saying, aren't you? Ms. Ichiro wants us to have really specific notes." Taking a glance at the page Jounouchi was currently filling up in his notebook, it was filled with dashed off scribbling, not to mention unrecognizable handwriting, causing Anzu to grow a sweatdrop on the side of her head.

"Jounouchi, I don't think Ms. Ichiro can read this…"

"Hey, she didn't say those notes had to be neat. And besides when I write neat, I write extra slow."

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Seto's Mansion

"Yes, it's TGIF!! Or 'Thank God it's Friday!!!" Kicking off her loafers with a huff at the entrance, Anzu plopped into the nearest sofa for comfort, chocolate bangs bouncing all around her pale forehead and eyes. Her escort Seto, however, wasn't in quite a wonderful and blissful mood as Anzu, and instead had a frown neatly taped across his face, as unmistakable as day.

"What is the goddamn good thing about Fridays? They exist just to give me more migraines and more laid-off workers." Rubbing his temples in an aggravated fashion, Anzu simply burst out in guffawing giggles. To her, Seto was hilarious when annoyed, and all the more better when he took offense to the brunette's insincerity.

"No Anzu, what is so funny, about all this?? I like to see you manage your own company and a thousand something employees, with defunct assistant CEOs, who rob money off of you."

Though Seto didn't have much of a sense of humor, he was a natural at coming off with sarcastic quips to stun his opponents, as for Anzu was now momentarily paralyzed in her seat.

"Those five are still working for you?? I though you fired them a year ago, when they betrayed you and kidnapped Mokuba, trapped you in your own virtual reality world, and then trapped you in Noa's virtual reality world. I swear, there is something with you getting stuck in virtual reality worlds."

"Don't rub that in my face, and no, I fired them a long time ago. I was just using an example to prove my case on Fridays." Picking up a forlorn metal briefcase lying right next to Anzu's scattered loafers, Seto took a momentary sidelong glance at the brunette, before taking a spiral back towards the front door of his mansion.

"It's been two days since you've gotten that letter. Found out who your secret admirer is, yet?"

"No…I've been trying to, but there were no other clues leading to the person, other than the letter itself. I don't really think he likes me much, to say so…He would leave something else if he does…" (Ay, dense Anzu! Can't she see Jounouchi blush whenever he's near her?? In this fic, I sort of made Anzu a bit on the dense side; not ditzy-dense, just kawaii-dense to make the fic more interesting. A bit like Sakura from Card Captor Sakura ^-^)

Cerulean eyes in a morose expression, Anzu slumped against her seat, suddenly fixated at a nearby wall, the action shocking Seto. Did Anzu wanted the guy- whoever he was- to truly like her, and for him to show himself, dragging her away as like those shoujo mangas (girl comic/graphic novel) she often reads?? A tang of utter jealousy rang through the male's mind, before proceeding with a tremendous slap from his conscience.

Shaking the thought away from his mind, Seto sought to reprimand Anzu's ideas- if ever- of "snagging" a boyfriend through that wretched love letter.

"Hmmph, I'm glad for that. I don't want you to start having any ideas of having a boyfriend when you're only fifteen. And I got to leave now, watch Mokuba when he gets home and help him with his language arts homework. His teacher said Mokuba was having trouble 'expressing' his ideas through his writing." Leaving the household with his usual dramatic swirling/flapping trenchcoat exit, the door slammed shut with a creaky sigh on the hinges, as Anzu stared over her velvet sofa seat, in a ill-humored state of mind.

'Seto thinks I'm too young for anything…At least I don't act too old for anything like him…'

TBC

A/N: Eh…God, I'm doing this a lot lately…Gomen for the really late update, since my sister's computer broke down for the few weeks and my sister finally got it working after a lecture and some yelling. For that, I tried to make this chappie as long as I can, though I am not known to write long chappies. As for "Untitled Love", I am having a writer's block for it (really serious one), so don't really expect an update for the next couple of weeks. I don't really want to do this to you guys, but I can't really think of anything else to write for it's 18th chappie.

BUT PLEASE REVIEW THIS FICCIE AND I SHALL REWARD YOU WITH MORE CHAPPIES!!! JA NE!!!!

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