Chapter 2 Anzu's Love Note

After the fourth period class passed, and along with first, second, and third, it was two periods away from lunch for Honda, Jou, Ryou, Yuugi and herself in spefic matters. Anzu walked down the hall to her next class, which was history. As she walked down the halls, she thought about the morning she had. Of course, you did not read what I wrote because I felt like making the suspense arise. Every story deserves a pinch of suspense, am I right or am I right?

This morning was a terrible morning for Anzu Mazaki. First thing that happened to her was she forgot to set her new alarm clock to five o'clock, since that is the time she wakes up for school. Last night she had to finish her report for history class, and she finished this assignment promptly at midnight. When she did finish this report she had due the next day, she also had chores that were on her To-Do list. Her parents wouldn't understand Anzu doing her report that was due the next day. They would say, "You should have done it with your spare time instead of hanging out with your friends! While you were doing that you could have done that ages ago then you wouldn't have to do it at the last minute!" However, all this 'spare time' that her parents may have claimed she had was working at Burger World and dance class.

All of Anzu Mazaki's friends, and Ryou, even though he wasn't a close friend, knew that she wanted to be a dancer when she grows up. She has been so worked up on her dance moves, that she barely had time to study for anything and barely had any time for her schoolwork. Not to mention her job she had to pay her phone bills and the fact she has gone over her minutes. Her phone plan may not fit her, but it was the cheapest she could afford. Her parents were a different story. They had made her get this plan for her, to save money. The fact that Anzu makes seven dollars an hour has been decreased to five bucks an hour. Now she has to work double shift to pay the phone bill and the minutes she had used. The thought that crosses everyone's mind, "Can't her parents pay the bill?" This is true, as if all good parents would pay their child's phone bill. This road did not apply to the Mazaki parents, never had it did. Their road was 'responsibility' and 'independence' to live reality. If Anzu goes to her parents and asks them to pay her bills, she would receive a straight answer "No." This is harsh and you notice that I am not using any commas after the apostrophes; this is because I wish not to.

I read books that do not have any punctuation. Nevertheless, unlike some people who don't use any of the following: period, colon, semicolon, comma, question mark, exclamation mark, parentheses, dash, brackets, apostrophe, hyphen, quotation marks, braces, and ellipsis. There are people use the main punctuations, and that's the good news. The bad news is some people don't use the main punctuations (exclamation mark, period, question mark and hyphen) is not very intelligible.

I know I went off the subject but it was for the sake of criticism of my story.

"Hey Anzu!" Yuugi called to his good girl friend Anzu Mazaki. They became friends when an atrocious man came to rape poor Anzu Mazaki at her job, Burger World. Yuugi's darker half, Yami Yugi also known as Yami, saved her before anything unpleasant happened to her. Before any actually raping was done Yami had stopped this nonsense and destroy this man with one of his moves 'Mind Crush' This was not actually rape, it was attempted rape, which by the way neither is pleasant. For then on they have been close friends and got to know each other better.

"Hi Yuugi!" Anzu greeted cheerfully with a sweet, sweet, smile. This was not new; she's always been giving these sweet smiles. But today, that daily sweet, sweet, smile looked less sweeter and happier nor did she sound as cheerful. This was because everything that happened to her last night. "Where have you been this morning?" Yuugi inquired raising an eyebrow, "You didn't call me or anything."

"Well..." Anzu began, starting to make little patterns on the floor with her foot, "Last night I was finishing up my report for Mr.Bazata, I can't afford another F Yuugi." she said taking a step back and playing with her fingers. She examined her fingernails, which by the way were growing in nicely. She looked back down at the small tri haired color boy and smiled.

"Yeah Anzu," Yuugi nodded and gave a big smile. "You're absolutely right. You shouldn't be getting any Fs at all! You should be getting higher grades."

"Hm?" Anzu glared at her fingers to Yuugi and stood up tall. "I know..." she sighed."But I can't."

"I never want to hear you say that, ever!" Yuugi said and gave his friend a confident smile. All she really needed was time, if she had time her grades will be coming out to Bs and As. "I know you didn't mean for a F."

"Well..." Anzu said and looked at the lockers in the hallway. "My parents don't know...So maybe if I get good grades on all subjects, excluding the one I got one F on, maybe they wouldn't care."

"Do the ever see your report card?" Yuugi inquired Anzu, who looked a bit uneasy.

"Actually...not...at...all." Anzu frowned. "I don't think they even care."

"That's horrible." Yuugi frowned and pointed over to the class he's suppose to be in, in three minutes. "We should get to Mr.Bazata's class, before he has a fit." he started walking to the door he pointed at before.

"Yeah..." Anzu sighed and followed Yuugi into the very quiet classroom.

Inside the quiet class room of Mr.Bazata's Anzu and Yuugi took a long look around. Anzu noticed that everyone was in the classroom and the only empty seats were Yuugi, Ryou and her seats. Yuugi saw that everyone sat in his or her seats, staring directly at the board; it seemed as if they were ready and waiting for something or someone. Anzu looked at Mr.Bazata's desk, which was a mess of papers, as usual, and not a thing was moved. Yuugi looked at the seat on which their teacher sat, and that too was different. Usually one of their classmates would get something to put on his chair and laugh at him when he sat on it. The class was quiet, a little too quiet.

"Wonder what's going on..." Anzu whispered to Yuugi.

"I don't know, but it does look a bit odd." Yuugi said and walked to his desk.

Anzu nodded in agreement and walked to her own desk, which I should mention is four desks away from Ryou's at the most. She sighed and thoughts drifted through her head, random thoughts at that. It was so quiet; she thought she was thinking to loud even though nobody can hear one's thoughts. Unless you were a mind reader then you are one of the weird gifted people, whom are the spoilers of secrets. You cannot hide anything from those kinds of people, but one out of a trillion could read minds. Alternatively, partial mind readers, but what are the odds of that? Someone walks by you, Are they a mind reader? is not the thought that crosses your mind. You probably don't even think of the people who walk by you. Still going off track, I know this is not a Author's POV, but I will be talking, for the sake of the plot and stuff.

Domino High, Domino, Japan -Author's POV (A/N: I lied.)

Anzu stared down at her pink backpack and saw her phone's silhouette. She blinked slowly and reached down for it, but when she was about to do this, Mr.Bazata had finally walked into the classroom with Jounouchi Katsuya and Ryou Bakura behind him. I may have not included that Jou's seat was empty, since Anzu nor Yuugi have noticed. They have come in just in time before the bell rung that annoying ringing sound. They weren't late, nor were they early; they were just in time for class. Mr.Bazata glared at Jou, who he disliked for six weeks. It all started six weeks ago, reason: Jounouchi Katsuya had played a big prank on Mr.Bazata, that had something to do with underwear and gooey substance that made Mr.Bazata slip and fall. Jou had been suspended for three weeks. Anzu quickly sat up straightening her posture and gave a uneasy smile, even though Mr.Bazata was not paying attention to her.

Mr.Bazata glared at each and every one of the students, who sat calmly at their seats. He snorted and placed his grade book on his desk and said, "Hello you idiots." he grunted and walked up to the green board. "Today is the day when you childish intellects' reports to be handed in." Mr.Bazata looked at each student in the front row and grinned. "And if you did not complete this assignment I will be more then happy to give you brats a big fat zero."

Jou stared at Mr.Bazata from his seat and rolled his eyes. He could care less if Mr.Bazata did a fan dance in a dress on the desk, and he still wouldn't care for what he does. He leaned back in his seat, watched the teacher collect the five page reports, and grunted. He looked down at his backpack and grinned, he didn't have the report. The misbehaved child Jou is, he left the report at home, only having six sentences on one page. The rest of the pages read one word of "I did not finish this." which was not clever at all. Mr.Bazata is a teacher who has no time for the pleasant forgive and forget routine that works with friends and not school education. If this forgive and forget thing works with school, no one will get a good education and not understand punishment. For example, if a child glued a teacher's grade book together and ask for forgiveness the teacher will accept the apology. If this keeps going on, this child would never understand punishment and when to play and when not to play.

Mr.Bazata looked through all the papers and sat at his desk when he was in the middle of the pile. "Hmmm...." he looked at each person when he read the name on the top right had corner of the page and when he was finished he smirked."Jounouchi Katsuya," he said sternly, looking at Jou who was sitting calmly in his chair with a grin on his face. "Where is your five page report on the Ancient Egypt?" he asked already knowing he didn't do the report.

Jou gave a careless shrug and replied, "Meh..." he, once again, couldn't care less.

Mr.Bazata gave a serious look and then smirked. "Well then, Mr.Katsuya, I am sorry to tell you this but I have to five you get a big fat zero." he said as if he was sorry instead of happy.

"Oh you are such a big, fat liar!" Jou groaned and slammed his fist on the desk. Of course, Jou literally meant these words. Mr.Bazata was fat and he was a liar. "You're never sorry!" he scolded at the teacher, as usual. Jou and Mr.Bazata, arguing, isn't a rare case. They would always argue, ever since Mr.Bazata healed from the broken hip incident. "No, give me the zero and go on with the fucking period!"

"Mr.Katsuya," Mr.Bazata said sternly, not very happy with the use of profanity. "I want you to go to the principal's office! Right now! Go!" he growled and wrote down a referral and shoved it in Jou's hand.

Jou grinned and stood up. He got a last look at everyone in the classroom, especially Ryou, and then turned to Mr.Bazata. "Fine," he said simply. "You're the teach." Jou didn't actually mean he was a teach, the word's definition "to give someone knowledge while they learn" to my POV. That's how I define 'teach' in my own little world. This word 'teach' Jou used was just a shorter form of 'teacher' The reason I decided to point this out is because I know that there is people out there who point out the little problems in a great story. To avoid any more criticism Jounouchi Katsuya never said anything about teaching someone. With that, Mr.Bazata frowned at the blonde student and watched him walk out the door as other people waved good-bye and actually say 'good-bye' and won a few 'silence' or 'Stop talking! You'll see him later!' from Mr.Bazata.

Anzu did not notice any of this, since she looked concentrated at her desktop. The real thing is that she is not really concentrating on the desktop she sat behind. She was really paying attention to the boy who sits four seats away. She took out her pink cover notebook and tried to look for her pink milky pen, but she couldn't find it. Instead, she took out a purple pen. She sighed and wrote down this:

Dear Ryou, Monday, October 18

I know we haven't been very talkative to one another, and I find this a flaw. I just want you to know, that I loved you ever since you came here. I love it when I get lost in your chocolate brown eyes. I love when you let me touch your soft white hair. I love it when you make funny remarks and made me laugh, which doesn't come out as often. I must write this again, I know we haven't been talking to eachother ever since you moved here, ever since the day we met. I really want to talk to you, and I want to hear your voice. I know this sounds weird, but I think I love you. This feeling is unbearable to keep inside, and I want you now.

Love,

Your secret admirer



Anzu's heart skipped a beat and smiled down at her note she wrote. She quickly ripped it out and folded in a fancy pattern. She drew a little heart and slips the note into her pink backpack, without anyone watching her; she gave a dreamy sigh and listened to Mr.Bazata rattle on about history in the 1800s and his boring life that no one cares about.

Hallway, Domino High, Domino, Japan

Outside the classroom, Jounouchi Katsuya was wondering the halls, as usual. He peeked into random classrooms, just to see what's up. He saw teachers point at the board and talk about the subject. When he went to peek in a different room, he saw a teacher yelling at misbehaved students like himself. When he decided to look at another room, he saw very quiet classrooms. He looked at the referral in his hand and thought for a moment. He just noticed that he had never been in the principal's office, ever since the old principal left their school for retirement. The new principal was a man, a very weird man who had never let a student slip through the cracks of punishment. Well that's what Jou over heard from other people's conversations about the principal. He thought it would be fun to mess around with the new principal, who's been here for one year already. In all his years he spent in Domino High School, this would be the most hardest to get through. Especially when you go to this new principal's office and try to mess around with him.

Jou started to walk down the hallway to the principal's office. He notices that he was the only student, or being, in the hallway. He sighed and walked into the main office and walked up to the counter.

Office, Domino High, Domino, Japan

He watched the busy secretaries walk this way and that, and talk to one another. Finally, one of the secretaries had actually noticed him and walked up to him.

"Hello, Jounouchi. It's been a while since you've come down here. What brings you here?" The brunette secretary asked Jou, who really hasn't been going to the principal's office like he is suppose to.

"I'm here to see the principal." Jou grunted and glared at the wooden door that had the new principal in. He was very curious what the principal would be like. He raised an eyebrow and looked back at the secretary, who was a bit shocked.

"Oh my, Jounouchi Katsuya!"

Jou groaned and looked at the counter. He was already tired of her saying his whole name. "What is so shocking about that?!" he inquired the concerned looking secretary.

"Well it's kind a shock to see you here, after principal Nedwell left you were such a nice boy."

"Psh." Jou rolled his eyes. Before he even wanted to, the blonde came to a doorway with the words "Scwire -- Principal" in bold across the bottom of the window. He fakely gulped, gathering his wits once more - despite the fact that this wasn't his first time going into the office - and knocked. He wanted to pretend that he was afraid of the principal to make him feel important and fearful. Then after he's caught offgaurd, Jounouchi would get back at him with smart comments.

Jou listened outside the principal's door, before knocking on the door again. When he first approach the heavy wooden door, it sounded like a small animal was having a temper tantrum. However, as he listened more closely, he realized it was somebody who was playing the violin that insist on doing so anyway. The sounds shrieked, hissed, and moaned and it became quite impossible to describe the sounds it made, and finally Jou knocked on the door again. He had to knock very hard and at length, in order or be heard over the atrocious violin recital going on inside, but at last the wooden door opened with a creak and there stood a tall man with a violin under his chin and an angry glare in his eyes.

"Who dares interrupt a genius when he is rehearsing?" he asked, in a voice so loud and booming that it was enough to make anyone shy all over again, but not Jounouchi Katsuya. "Me." Jou said fearless of the man who stood before him. "Mr.Bazata said to go right to Principal Scwire's office." "Mr.Bazata said to come right to Vice Principal Scwire's office," the man mimicked in a high, shriek voice. "Well, come in, come in, I don't have all afternoon." "Yes you do you jerk." Jou muttered under his breath, stepped into the office, and got a better look at the man who had mocked them. When he did want to get a better look at the man, he only saw a shadowy figure. He rolled his eyes once again and looked around the office. The room was very different when Principal Nedwell was here. The desk was right there to see when you walk in, and the room was quite dark. He looked down to see a burgundy carpet, but wasn't exactly sure if it was burgundy at all. When he notice there was some light creeping through the small slits in the closed curtains. Jou turned around again and saw the shadowy figure come closer. He saw that the man had a red nose and he quickly turned away. When the lights finally turned on, actually one lamp provided light, Jou could finally see the man. He was dressed in a rumpled brown suit that had something sticky on its' jacket, and he was wearing a red tie decorated with little green swirls. His nose was very small and very red, as if somebody had stuck a cherry tomato in the middle of his splotchy face. He was almost completely bald, but he had four tufts of hair, which he had tied up into little pigtails with some old rubber bands. Jou had never seen anybody who looked like him before and he was not particularly interested in looking at him any further, but his office was so small and bare that it was difficult to look at anything else. There was a small metal desk with a small metal chair behind it and a small metal lamp to one side. The office had one window, decorated with curtains that matched the man's tie. The only other object in the room was a shiny computer, which sat at the corner of the room like a toad. The computer had a blank gray screen with several buttons as red as the pigtailed man's nose. He decided to look back down at the carpet and he was right, it was burgundy and not a darker color.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man announced in a loud voice, "Principal Scwire."

There was a pause, and Jounouchi looked all around the tiny room, wondering where Scwire had been hiding all this time. Then he looked back at the man with the pigtails, who was holding both hands up in the air, his violin almost touching the ceiling, and they realized that the man had just introduced so grandly was himself. Scwire paused for a moment and looked down at Jou.

"It's traditional," he said sternly, "to applaud when a genius had been introduced."

Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course. Even though Principal Scwire looked so ferocious that Jou still didn't find the need to clap for him, but he looked so annoyed he thought this was a perfect time to honor tradition. Jou sighed quietly, began clapping his hands enthusiastically, didn't stop until Scwire took several bows, and sat down on his chair.

"Thank you very much, and I'm Principal Scwire, blah blah blah." he said, using the word "blah" to mean that he was too bored to finish his sentence properly. "I'm certainly doing Mr.Bazata a favor in taking you in on such short notice." Scwire said speaking directly to Jou. "He assured me that you take long, and that better be right. You've been sent to my office for what reason? What is the adversity between Mr.Bazata and you? 'Adversity' means 'trouble' by the way." "In my case," Jou said, not pointing out that he knew what 'adversity' means. "'adversity' means teachers. Mr.Bazata was the cause of all the trouble and hating on me." "Mr.Bazata was the cause of all the trouble and hating on me." Scwire said in his nasty, mimicking way. "I'm not interested in your problems child, quite frankly. I am a genius and have no time for anything other than playing the violin. It's depressing enough I have to take on this job as principal because not a single orchestra appreciates my genius. I'm not going to depress myself any further by listening to the problems of little bratty child."

Jou wished he could exchanged glares, with someone but couldn't. He wasn't to thrilled hearing Scwire's life story sum up. Quite frankly, he didn't care much about Principal Scwire or the school itself. He just wanted to go home and hangout with his friends. But he very well knew that he had school to attend every week on the weekdays. There would have to be a holiday that the Japanese celebrate in order for school to be on vacation for a week or so. However, none of this could change; he now had to visit a weird principal, which was a terrible man who can't play the violin. He didn't want to be in this school, and he is sure no other students would want to be in this school either. Therefore, Jou decided to stay quiet and let Scwire rattle on about the school and how he is a genius, even though he had made many grammar errors and made absolutely no sense.

"Anyway, here at Domino High there'll be no blaming your own weakness. That'll be all taken care of by this computer here." Scwire pointed at the toad-sitting computer. "We have the new technology of today to keep track people down in Domino High. From everyone's head to toe."

"I'm not completely sure that, that computer will keep him away." Even though Jou was completely sure that the computer will not keep them safe from Mr.Bazata or anyone else. He felt more depress that he had to be in a horrible school with many teachers who despised him.

Scwire wrinkled his nose as if he smelt something unpleasant. "You'll get an education here even if we have to break your arms to do it. Sit down now." he ordered Jou and in Jou's response, he raised an eyebrow.

Jou sat on the cold metal chair and stared at Scwire, who stood behind the metal desk and pointed at things with his violin. He also found out that he was not too crazy for Scwire's disgusting stench of stinky breath as he breathed over him as he talked.

"What did you do to Mr.Bazata?" Scwire ordered Jou to tell him.

"I cussed at him, so what?"

"For your punishment I want you to write 'I will not use profanity in Domino High School." Scwire said with a grin on his face. "Can you remember that, I will not use profanity in Domino High School? If you don't think you can remember, I have a felt-tipped marker, and I will write 'I will not use profanity in Domino High School' on your hand in permanent ink."

"I can remember." Jou said plainly.

Principal Scwire drew himself up to his full height, which in his case was five feet, ten inches. "If this is not signed by your parent I will be more then happy to write that on your hand and give you three days of detention." he emphasized the word 'parent' which obviously means Jounouchi Katusya had only one parent, which was his alcoholic father.

"What?" Jou asked incredulously. 'Incredulously' is a word which here means, "Not being able to believe It." and he didn't believe it.

"What?" The miserable man mimicked. "Perhaps after a few semesters at Domino, you'll learn that profanity is not tolerated here at all."

"Erm...." Jou looked around; he didn't feel that this man was the right person to bother. The man was so stubborn that he felt as if it was completely a waste of his time to come to this man's office in the first place. "You are right, but Principal Scwire can't you make an exception?" he asked in a fake pleading voice.

"Of course I'm right!" Scwire cried. "I'm a genius and I'm a violinist! I have no time to make exceptions! I'm too busy practicing the violin. Therefore, if you will kindly leave my office, I can get back to work. I am so very sorry."

Jou opened his mouth to say something more, but he looked at Scwire, he knew that there was no use saying another word to a stubborn man, and he glumly walked out of the principal's office. When the office door shut behind him, however, Principal Scwire said another word, and he said it three times. Jounouchi listened to these three words that he said and knew that he had not been sorry at all. For as soon as he, left the office and Scwire thought he was alone, he said to himself, "Hee hee hee."

Now, the principal of Domino High School did not actually say the syllables "hee hee hee," of course. Whenever the words "hee hee hee" in a story, or "ha ha ha," or "har har har," or "heh heh heh," or even "ho ho ho" those words mean somebody was laughing. In this case, however, the words "hee hee hee" cannot really describe what Principal Scwire's laugh sounded like. The laugh was squeaky, it was wheezy, and it had a rough crackly edge to it, as if Scwire were eating tin cans as he laughed at Jou. However, most of the entire laugh sounded cruel. It is always cruel to laugh at people, of course, although sometimes if they are wearing an ugly hat or something looking silly on them, it is hard to control yourself. But like Jou was not wearing any ugly hats or anything silly. He was a blonde unmannered student who was receiving bad news, and if Principal Scwire really had to laugh at him, he should have been able to control himself until Jou was out of earshot. But Scwire didn't care about controlling himself, and as Jou listened to the laugh.

There was a worse sound in the world than somebody who cannot play the violin insisting on doing so anyway. The sound of an administrator laughing a squeaky, wheezy, rough, crackly, cruel laugh at children who have to live in a tin shack was much, much worse. "Hee hee hee," and you, wherever you are hiding out, read the words "hee hee hee," you should know that "hee hee hee" stands for the worst sound that Jou had ever heard.