This chapter has been revised.

Disclaimer: I apparently do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, however, I would not be writing fanfiction; I'd be in the process of animation.

Molly-chan the Anime/game fan - The gift is absolutely... wonderful. (starry eyes)...

This extremely short chapter is dedicated to Molly-chan the Anime/game fan whose reviews never ceased to make me laugh... and make me anticipate for more.

Chapter Seven:

Hazy Reflections

Time passes so quickly...

I glanced out of the window and then closed my eyes, allowing an almost inaudible sigh to pass my lips.

I fingered the fine material of my coat as the car screeched to a halt.

"Ms. Masaki..."

I chanced a look at the rearview mirror and caught his eye, nodding.

I opened the door and stepped out, unprepared for the cold gust of wind that blew my way. Short auburn strands obscured my vision momentarily and I had to pause to reach for my briefcase.

I then pursed my lips and started down the path to the entrance, eager to get inside the house.

I stepped outside of the tub, clad in only a white towel, shivering from the cold. Large drops of water fell from my soppy auburn hair and I shakily closed the medicine cabinet after retrieving my medication.

I pressed and twisted the lid open and was about to drop a pill onto my palm when my reflection caught my eye.

Large expressive blue eyes were now a color of dull, expressionless sapphire, and the lips that once were always lifted in a smile remained a thin line.

Auburn hair became darker but remained their same short height, framing the face that came to be made of sharp yet gently sloping angles. Longer strands brushed teasingly against that slender neck that remained the same, sickly pale color.

A slim hand of the same color glided across the face and briefly lingered in the thin silky strands of hair.

A sigh escaped my lips and deciding not to remain on the subject any longer, swallowed the pills and closed the bathroom door, flicking off the lights.

I hesitantly dialed the numbers and waited uneasily for a voice.

"... Hello. This is the travel line agency. May I know whose speaking?"

"My name is Anzu Masaki."

Sounds of someone typing hurriedly on a computer were heard from the other line.

"Ahh... yes. Ms. Anzu Masaki. Am I right in saying that you've reserved a ticket already?"

"Yes; that is correct. I just wanted to make sure that it was still valid."

"Very well then, Ms. Masaki. Your flight to Tokyo, Japan is scheduled the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you."

This chapter has been revised.

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