This chapter has been revised.

Disclaimer: Must I have to repeat myself constantly? I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Blackbelt - It's quite alright. As I've stated before... you are one of my favorite writers out there and it was such a pity that fanfiction dot net removed your Bashing Tournament fanfic. I absolutely have no idea as to why they deleted the story(I didn't see anything wrong with it...Wait...Why DID they delete it!). I just wish that there somehow was a way to bring it back to life; any chance that you'll write a fanfic similar to that one in the near future?(If you do... then contact me immediately(by review because my inbox is being it's usual &(ing defective self.) and I'll be the first one to comment on it!(Only if someone doesn't beat me to it first...(shifty eyes))

So here are some Anzu products consisting of the usual soft and squeezable chibi plushies and a T-shirt with the words, "I'm pro-Anzu. Got a &(ing problem with that? If so then you can... &( yourself. If you are anti-Anzu then you can also &( yourself. If you hate and/or despise or loathe Anzu then you can do the same &(ing thing as the others did and &( yourself." and underneath are subtitles saying "And no... I don't have an &(ing attitude problem. You have a &(ing perception problem... And just for that &(ing comment that you whispered to your &(ing groupie that I just know was something negative about Anzu... you can &( off as well."

Wow... what a way to demonstrate your inner fan girl, huh? (grins sheepishly)

Chapter Nine:

Retribution

Cough...

Cough... cough.

I clutched the satin sheets tighter, trying to muffle my coughs with a hand.

"It's okay, Anzu... it's okay."

I despised those words.

So vague...

Was it some way for them to reassure me? Or was it the other way around? Did they really feel insecure?

"Anzu! It's okay, honey... Anzu, no! ...Please... It's okay... It's going to be okay..."

Visions of a sobbing girl desperately clutching at her mother's clothing flashed through my mind.

"Mommy... Mommy... don't leave me, please!"

"I-I'm just... going to get something... Please, Anzu... let go of mommy's sleeves... Anzu!"

She tore away from the crying girl and left.

The door slammed shut.

She never came back.

I wobbled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, tripping over a fallen vase; stifling my cry afterwards.
He breathed in and out slowly, eyes widening slightly as they scanned the contents of the papers.

"No..."

He shuffled the yellow papers once more before laying them down on the table non too gently.

He caressed his temples and closed his eyes...

"Medical bills... This can buy me a new car..."

"...But..."

"Too expensive. We can't afford it."

"But--"

"No."

I clenched the white bottle tightly and twisted the cap slightly, trying to open it.
"Hey dad! Look! I got accepted into Domino High! Dad--"

He pushed pass her roughly, carrying a suitcase.

The door closed shut behind him.

My sight became distorted.

I gasped and held on to the bathroom sink to support myself.

The world was spinning around me rapidly.

She entered the room to find her mother siting down at the table,

hands over her face.

The woman finally placed her hands on the table, smiling at the girl.

"It's okay, hon; he'll be back in a couple of days."

She wasn't reassured at all, "...I-Is it... my fault?"

The woman was silent for a moment and after a minute, started to answer, "A--"

The girl ran upstairs into her room, locking the door behind her.

My trembling fingers placed a pill into my mouth.

If I took every single one of these pills, would I get better?

I took one more pill.

One more, won't hurt...

No...it wasn't enough.

I'll take one more pill... a pill for you, father.

I hate you. I never felt happier than when I stood over your grave.

An additional two more pills for you, mother. You hypocrite.

How dare you...

Three more pills for those who said that they would find an antidote for me.

You don't understand--you will never understand how much I hurt everyday.

And... to empty the bottle...

...These pills are for the world... You mock me. Are you enjoying watching me now? Does it feel that good to watch a person suffer? I bet you love the sight of blood everywhere...

I swallowed with much difficulty, raising my quivering hand to my cheek, not at all surprised to find it damp.

...And my world went black.

End Chapter
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