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Yea! I'm glad y'all like it! Beneath the Desert Sands Ch.8 has been posted, and so has Through the Eye… Ch.5 and Temp. Ill Ch.3
Here's what happened last time:
Anzu made a sarcastic wish to be 21, and she was transferred 5 years into the future! Now she lives in America, has a changed name, and she's dating Seto Kaiba! Also, Yugi is dead?! Anzu still has many mysteries of those past 5 years to figure out, including why her friendship with Ryou was lost…
Pairing: Seto/Anzu/Ryou (don't worry; the pairings will become apparent soon enough)
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This fic is dedicated to Master Ruby, Ladythief15 (sorry about the name misspelling on those last couple of times), Rayne B., Palaeh and DojomistressAmbychan. Thanks for all of your reviews!!!
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Third Half of the WishboneBy: Chi Yagami
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Chapter 3 – Catching Up on Lost Years
Anzu stared at him in disbelief. Not friends?
"But… but a couple of days ago we were…"
"A couple of days ago?!" he asked angrily. "Anzu, we haven't spoken to each other in five years! To be exact, right after Yugi died, you left for that dance school in New York!"
She couldn't believe it. What kind of alternate universe was this? Why was everybody so different? And so much older-looking…?
"Ryou… what day is it?"
He looked at her strangely.
"November 31, 2009."
2009? Last time she had checked, it was 2004.
"Listen," Ryou said, "why don't we talk after my shift? Just go wait at my apartment."
Anzu stared at him, and he sighed.
"Don't tell me Bakura hired a hooker or something?"
"He said he was waiting for a stripper…"
"Just tell him I said you could stay there until I got back, and tell him to get rid of her."
He practically shoved her out the door. Anzu watched him for a while before heading back to his apartment.
She knocked on the door very loudly, and she could hear Bakura shouting.
"Oh, it's you again," he said when he opened the door.
"Um… Ryou told me to wait for him here… and he also said to uh… get rid of…"
"The stripper? Whatever."
He backed out of the doorway to let her in. A couple of minutes later, the stripper had left, and Anzu and Bakura were sitting on the couch.
"So… How'd you get your own body?" she asked Bakura.
"Shadi. He said we deserved our own bodies, so Marik and Malik are two different people now, and so are Ryou and I."
"What about… what about Yami?"
"Yugi died long before that," Bakura said gravely.
"And Yami went with him?"
"He had to, he said something about not being able to survive in the puzzle anymore or some crap like that," he explained. "So what are you doing back here?"
"I… I'm taking my vacation break, and I decided to come visit my friends," she said.
"You mean old friends."
"What?"
"As soon as you won the dance competition, you were off to New York. You didn't say goodbye either. You broke all of your friends' hearts that day, especially Ryou's," Bakura said.
"I… I'd forgotten…"
But really this was all new news to her. Anzu had figured out that somehow she'd been whisked off to the future, and this is what it was like.
"What about Malik and Marik?"
"They still live here somewhere… Malik works in the Domino Museum," Bakura replied.
The front door opened and Ryou came in. He stopped when he saw that Bakura and Anzu were in deep conversation.
"Hikari," Bakura barked at him, "Julia called and said she wanted to break up with you. There's a message on the answering machine."
Ryou sighed and frowned. Bakura looked back and forth from Anzu to Ryou and decided to go rent a movie. The door slamming signaled his leaving.
"Who is Julia?" she asked.
"Apparently my ex-girlfriend," he said miserably. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Just why we stopped talking… I don't really remember…"
Ryou looked at her sadly.
"Basically, once you left for America, you never talked to anyone here again. The last thing I heard about you was on the news last year, and supposedly you were dating Seto Kaiba and working alongside Miho Nozaka."
"Mimi," she muttered. No wonder that girl had looked so familiar…
"Yeah, as soon as you and Kaiba started dating, she 'instantly' became your best friend," he said sarcastically.
Anzu sighed. So much had changed! Why was her world crumbling around her all of the sudden? She'd gotten what she'd always wanted: fame, a great boyfriend, and the job of a lifetime. But why did she have to lose her friends with it? Was this some sort of punishment for a wrongdoing she made? But Anzu couldn't think of anything…
"Um… What happened to Duke?"
"He works for Kaiba Corp now. But you already knew that, right?" he said.
"Yeah… ('Not really!') What about Isis?"
"She owns the Domino Museum," Ryou said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Ryou, what's wrong?"
"Nothing… It's just… my girlfriend and I… we were so close, you know? And I was going to propose to her this Friday! Ra, I feel like such an idiot!" he said angrily, banging his fist on the table.
Anzu jumped off the couch and gave him a hug. Ryou looked uncomfortable for a moment but then put his arms around her. He caught a whiff of her hair on his nose.
"Well," she said, pulling away from him and heading for the door, "I'd better be going… I want to visit some familiar places and such…"
"Okay…"
"Hey! Do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? My treat."
Ryou sighed. He wasn't sure what Anzu was trying to do, but he decided to give her a second chance.
"Sure. Will you pick me up?"
"Of course! Bye Ryou!"
She kissed him on the cheek and was gone. Ryou sank down onto the couch.
He felt a small blush creep up onto his cheek. Had he just had reminiscence of his feelings for Anzu from back in high school? He shook his head; he didn't like her anymore. She had changed, although she did smell good. Her hair had smelled like peaches.
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Anzu walked slowly down the street, watching the sunset. She had told Mimi, or Miho, and Seto that she'd meet them for lunch tomorrow. It was getting late, and she had nowhere to go for the night. She had thought about asking Ryou, but he had seemed so uncomfortable around her. She must've done something really terrible… After all, Bakura had said that she broke his heart. …But as a friend or… as a lover…?
She had been so busy thinking and not paying attention to where she had been going that she hadn't noticed she'd walked straight into an alley. Anzu thought she heard distant laughter, but she wasn't sure.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and she felt a dagger at her throat. Tiny beads of sweat formed upon her forehead. She couldn't believe she was about to die. Her captor twisted her around suddenly and held the dagger up to her cheek. Two dull purple eyes stared back into hers.
"Look what I've caught," he said in husky voice, his face half-covered by the darkness. "I think I'll take you home with me."
And the next thing she knew, her world had fallen into eternal darkness.
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"Oh dear Ra."
"It's the Pharaoh's whore."
She could hear the voices inside her head, but all she could see was a black void.
"It's what's-her-face… Mazaki…"
"Like I said: the Pharaoh's whore."
Anzu opened her eyes to see two blonde guys staring down at her. She recognized one of them…
"Him! The man from the alley… he attacked me! You've got to help me!" she pleaded to the other man. He looked like he could be the brother of the other guy.
"Don't worry, Mazaki; I won't let him hurt you."
'How do they know my name?'
"Um… Have we meet?" she asked them.
The one with spiky hair smirked.
"In your dreams, babe."
"More like in her nightmares," the other guy muttered. "Anyway, yeah, it's me, Malik! And the guy who tried to rape you over there is Marik. We got different bodies now…"
Anzu blinked. Now she recognized them! Only Marik looked eviler, and his long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Malik looked pretty much the same.
"So, Anzu, what're you doing here?"
"Just visiting… Are y'all mad at me?"
"What do you mean?" Malik asked. Marik retreated to the kitchen, only to return a couple of minutes later with a bag of popcorn. Malik arched an eyebrow.
"What?" the former psycho asked. "You two make for good entertainment. Although, you, Mazaki, would make for even better entertainment…"
Anzu could feel herself blushing, and Malik looked as if he was about to pop a blood vessel.
"MARIK, OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He sighed, grabbed the bag of popcorn, and stormed up to his room.
"Sorry about that… You were saying?"
"Y'all don't hate me because I left without saying goodbye all those years ago, do you?"
"No, of course not! Anzu, you were one of the first people to give me a second chance, and I practically killed you and your friends! I'll forgive you for just about anything!" he said, giving her a warm hug.
"Thanks… Ryou's mad at me… and Bakura didn't seem to even care. I haven't seen Mai, Honda, Isis or Shizuka yet… I wonder how they'll feel…"
"Don't worry; I'll always be here for you. And just ignore Marik; you were probably the only girl he's ever kissed, and you really didn't give him permission."
"Is that why there's a stack of Playboy magazines on the coffee table?" she asked with a giggle (1). Malik blushed.
"Uh, actually," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking at the floor, "those belong to…"
The front door suddenly slammed.
"Master Malik, I'm home!"
"…Rishid!"
Her mouth dropped as soon as the older Egyptian entered the room, a bundle of groceries in his arms. He bowed as soon as he saw Anzu.
"Uh, Rishid, let me help you with those!" Malik said. He dragged his older brother into the kitchen.
"What is it, Master?"
"Uh… I kind of told Anzu – Anzu Mazaki, from Battle City? – yeah, well, I told her that my magazines belonged to you."
"WHAT?!"
Anzu could hear shouting from the kitchen, but she couldn't make out the words. Only moments later, a very ticked Rishid and a very red Malik emerged into the room.
"So, Miss Anzu, I'm glad to see you are doing well. What are you doing here?"
"I'm just taking a vacation break…"
"Oh."
The bald man glanced warningly at Malik, and then he went upstairs.
"So… why did Marik attack me in the alley?"
"I dunno… Sometimes, a bit of his psychotiness returns and he does crazy things. I'm REALLY sorry!"
"It's okay… Oh my gosh! It's really late; I should get going… wherever I'm going…"
"You don't know where your hotel is?" Malik asked. She shook her head.
"I'm not staying in a hotel."
"So… you've got nowhere to stay? Well, you could stay here!"
"Uh…"
"I promise Marik won't do anything stupid! I'll get Isis to lock him up in his room!"
Anzu bit her lip. Well, she really didn't have anywhere else to go…
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(1) I don't own the Playboy magazine. Ewe! I wouldn't want to!
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Hehehehe… I know, I'm evil. But things will unravel themselves soon enough… What will happen to Anzu? Will Marik get out of his room and do something dirty? And what about Seto and Ryou? What about the romance you're all waiting for? Don't worry; there'll be some Anzu-Kaiba romance in the next chappie.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Whoever reviews this chapter first gets to decide what happened to Honda! And the second person gets to decide Mai's career (she's already married to Jou)! So get those reviews in!