Disclaimer~ I do not in any way, shape, or form have any legal attachments to Yu-Gi-Oh. Except for maybe the fact that I am about to be sued for not putting up a disclaimer in my other story 'Thinking Over' yet. (Grins sheepishly) Anyway, enjoy!!!
Ok!!! First chapter of 'You Wish'. I know I said I'd have this story out sometime in early July but I also thought I'd be a lot further with 'Thinking Over' as well. Sigh, life happens, but anyway here we go. Just to review, this is a AU universe with no Duel Monsters, I'll just be using the characters. It is also solely a Anzu/Malik romance fic. There is some one sided Yami romance. Sorry but as much as I love Malik I really really like Yami as well. Can't Malik and Yami lovers just get along? *Silence* *Cricket Chirping* Ok I guess not….. anyway here we go.
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The traffic that ensued in the multilevel office was still new to her and her mind was partially spinning as the file folders began to pile higher on her desk. She looked about desperately for a helpful face or encouraging smile and found none. Her fellow interns were bent over their respected files and working diligently. She noticed unhappily that her pile seemed to be getting larger as theirs' rapidly decreased. 'Not fair,' thought Anzu as she bent over the paperwork once more, 'they're just picking on me cause I'm a girl. I'm gonna be here all night.' She groaned inwardly at her last thought. She looked up suddenly as if on a whim and noticed a few of the older male associates eye her and obviously making very rude comments. 'Yes,' she thought as she set to work on the paperwork again, 'the last thing I want.'
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That memory had been seven long, short years ago and had occurred back in Japan when she was still Anzu Mazaki. Now she was Anzu Gardner and she lived in New York City, a torrent of life, and testament to the human spirit. It was funny, at one point in her life, her childhood really, she had wanted to come to New York to dance but that had all changed in the blink of an eye. Even back then when the 'event' had occurred she still had hopes of throwing her computer design ambitions out the window and returning to the stage. But they were mere memories now, really from a past lifetime instead of seven years ago. These didn't really exist or at least belong to her; she only entertained in wisps of them on days such as these. When the streets were slowed by the earlier rains of winter and business was slow.
Anzu was rarely alone to dwell on them but Yami had stepped out to get them both some much needed substance. Yami and his younger brother had been a constant presence in her life since six years ago when they had first met. She smiled at the memory as she drew a smiley in the fog created on the window by her breath and immediately shook her head at her own foolishness. But some habits died harder than others. Returning to her desk Anzu's mind returned to the memory of her and Yami's first meeting. She had seen him many times before, wandering through the police station that she worked at. She always wondered who he was but was afraid to inquire, her job was her life and she didn't want to risk losing it. She took enough risks by reading the files she drafted behind her employer's back. She just couldn't help herself somehow, the stories had fascinated her. At the time she was still young and naïve and curious as to the heart of America. Yami had found her one night late as she sobbed over the first rape case she came across.
He comforted her the best way he knew how to comfort a stranger. She had let Japanese slip out as she thanked him and apologized. He had immediately changed after that, responding to her in Japanese. Their friendship began at that moment, she told him the story she had told everyone else that matter. She was escaping her abusive father by coming to America and was looking for fresh start with little education and even less money. So when she connected the cases three months later, between the rape she sobbed over and two murders, she thought that her life might change. It did, but not the way she expected. The NYPD had been furious with her for quote, 'tampering with the City's business' and fired her straight out. As soon as he had heard about it Yami approached Anzu about joining him. He took her into his home until she was on her feet, gave her a partnership in his business as for higher Private Investigator, and taught her all her knew. She in return had not strayed from him for six years and taught him a few things as well.
Together their reputation grew throughout the city, state, and even country. They had flown out to D.C and California more than once since they had become partners in crime so to speak. Having a equal gender task force did nothing to slow business either. Often times men came solely for Yami's help, though most times he told her anyway. Many times young and older women came looking for her. It was however a rarity for her to say anything to Yami unless she need his help. She sighed once again at the thought of partner and best friend, and at the same time cursed him as she felt her stomach growl once more. As if sensing her agitation the object of her thoughts came through the door holding steaming cardboard box contain their Chinese food. Following him in was their blonde haired friend Joey Wheeler who was holding up two six packs of beer as if to be presenting a peace offer.
"Hey Anzu," Yami said walking into their conference room which contained the offices only clear table and chairs. Joey followed him in, Anzu hot on their tails. "Sorry I'm so late with this. I ran into Joey and well, you know how hard he is to shake." It took a moment for the insult to sink into Joey who acted indigent and threw a beer at Yami who caught it easily. "Just saying," he trailed off winking at his brunette partner.
"I don't care as long as I get some sweet and sour chicken, right now!" she said with a laugh. Joey seemed to enjoy her humor and threw her a beer as well after she retrieved said chicken. The conference that the three gathered in was apart of the four rooms they rented out in the old brick building. The room was where the interview their clients in confidentiality and generally met with their friends and associates. The room they had just journeyed in from was her and Yami's office, which was merely two desks and a few haphazardly thrown chairs. Despite this Yami and Anzu spent nearly all of their time in there while in the office. The other two rooms was a filing room on the other side of the offive full of paper work begging to be sorted as well as an 'assortment' of other things and a secretary's office connected to the conference. Yami had his secretary since starting his business and she was a nice elderly woman by the name of Adriana Clay, who inched to organize the disastrous filing room. But after six years together Yami and Anzu finally knew where everything was and were not about to change it for the world.
Today their secretary Ms. Clay was absent, as she was often now in her old age, and it was good thing to, because if she could see the way they were treating the coveted conference room she might drop dead. Lately Serenity, Joey's sister, had been working as the duo's secretary when she wasn't in class at one of the island's many colleges. But Serenity was not here today otherwise she would be joining them in the room for the improve late lunch. But she had taken a long weekend and gone to Atlantic City with some friends, much to her overprotective older brother's dislike. Most would wonder about leaving their office open in the middle of New York City but most didn't have Moses on their side. At the moment the giant mutt of a dog was begging beef from Yami who complied. Anzu had adopted the ugly dog from a shelter two days before he was to be put to death. The then one year old had grown to reach Anzu's hip and over the past three years had become fiercely loyal and went everywhere with Anzu. He made the perfect 'receptionist' to those who had ill intentions.
Anzu grinned at the mutt and called him over with the click of the tongue. It took the giant only a few steps to reach her across the room. When he reached her the dog placed his head on his master's lap in contentment. Anzu stroked his head lovingly before giving him the remnants of her chicken. The beast ate contently for a moment before letting out an almighty bark and bounding out of the room toward the object of his search. Joey had nearly fallen out of his chair at the dog's bark and looked more than a little embarrassed.
"I will never get used to that dog," Joey said indignantly. Yami and Anzu only laughed together at him. At that point the object of what both Anzu and Yami knew as 'hey I know who's coming' bark entered the room.
"Hey guys," the fourteen year old said upon entering the room, Moses tailing him.
"Hey Yugi," Anzu called, Joey and Yami echoing him. The youth who looked like a mini version of Yami sat next to his brother who handed him two cartons of food. Yami had been twelve when his only sibling, Yugi was born. Yami had of course gone off to live in the real world at the age of eighteen and lived on his own for two years. Then less than a month to his twentieth birthdays his parents died in a car accident that left Yugi with large scar across his left side. Yugi, at the time seven was left to Yami's care. Yami had dropped out of regular college life, gotten a job in law enforcement, and went to night school. Realizing how much he hated working with the police Yami had stared his own P.I firm and a year later took in Anzu. Since that time Anzu had become a very big part of Yugi's life, and he hers. During their first few month together Yugi and Anzu helped to subconsciously heal each other of the wounds they had acquired.
Smiling at the scene before her, Moses beneath her feet, Anzu giggled inwardly. She did not believe what America had given her after she had run from so much(AN: Woohh Hoow!! Go USA!! Go USA!!! Sorry, patriotic rant is now over *^_^*) Even with the sins in her heart and the blood on her hand Anzu had made a wonderful and treasured life for herself in New York City. She laughed as Yugi retold of an event at school and thought how nice it would be if life could stay like this forever. Little did she know that her treasured world was about to come crashing down around her.
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Ok, that's it for this…. Well should I call it a prolog?? I guess I should since it merely laid the ground foundation for the rest of the story. So do you guys like? Let me know k?? In other words, please review!!. Oh, and just to clearify Anzu if 25 in this story, Yami 27( he turns 28 later), and Yugi is fourteen. I think that will be it. Oh but as a warning this fic will deal with the issue of rape later on. But I mean much later on, so I will give you the head up.