Saturday.
The morning was rather eventless, unless you counted Anzu's father, Seto, spilling his coffee the third time that week, or her cousin Mokuba almost breaking a glass bowl of flowers.
Anyways, Anzu did tutoring on Saturdays. She didn't know who her 'student' was today; Yugi had only told her about it a few days ago... Someone he knew who needed help with math.
The doorbell rang at fifteen after two. She opened the door.
Yami Motou, in all his leather and buckles.
"Fifteen minutes is not fashionably late." Anzu snapped as she ushered him inside and closed the front door.
She led him to the living room. "So what do you need help with?"
"Love life." Yami replied, looking around. "Nice place you got."
"Be serious. I was talking about math."
Yami flopped down on the sofa. "If you must know, multiplication." Well that sort of made sense. Yami was in the lowest math class at Domino High, and failing. His other grades were okay, with the exception of Egyptian History, where he was constantly talking back to the teacher, saying the ancient Egyptians played Duel Monsters, which was reinvented by Pegasus J. Crawford for Industrial Illusions.
And he had to know addition and subtraction to become a champion at Duel Monsters.
Anzu wrote down some multiplication problems down on a sheet of paper. "Can you do these?" She waited while Yami scribbled various numbers down.
When he handed the paper back, she was shocked. "Yami, don't you even know your times tables?!"
"I know my ones." He held up his thumb.
"My twos." His index finger.
"My threes." He flipped her off. And smirked.
Anzu fumed. She thrust a new sheet of paper at him. "Show me how you did those problems." Instead, Yami grabbed her outstretched hand and the other. He pinned her down, under him. Then kissed her.
She blushed. "Yami, I—"
"I did tell you I needed help with my love life, didn't I?" He said.
"..." Her face heated up. "Yami, get off me." Yami didn't budge, even when she tried to push him away. Anzu didn't like her situation at all. Yami made it worse by kissing her again.
And even worse-er when her cousin ran in.
Mokuba's eyes went wider than the bowl he'd almost broke. He stopped with a screeching halt, turned, and ran right back in the direction he'd come.
"Yami..." Anzu glared, "You are so dead." She crawled out from under him.
Yami smirked as he sat up. "I thought you enjoyed it a bit."
She cursed him.
Mentally, of course.
She found him in the kitchen, with a half-empty package of cookies. "Er... Mokuba...?"
"I needed something to cope with what I saw an hour ago," he mumbled past a mouthful of crumbs.
"Do me a favor? Don't tell anyone what you saw in the living room."
Mokuba stuffed another cookie in his mouth. "Why the heck would I want to tell? Agh, I'm scarred for life. My own dear cousin..." He shook his head in sympathy.
"Thanks, Mokuba." Anzu took a cookie, and left, leaving her cousin to mutter to himself about going blind.
Today was Saturday; she had no plans.
So Anzu headed off to a certain alley.
"Back for more?" Yami asked winking at her.
Anzu rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "I thought I told you Yami, that you couldn't score with me."
"Hm, I thought you'd change your mind."
"Not on your life."
"So let's get to the point. Why are you here?"
"I..." Don't chicken out now, she chided herself. Just say it. "I..."
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( 1 ) Next, Anzu isssss gonna tell Yami she likesssss him. ^.~
( 2 ) Actually, Ryou isssssss the one who'll be teaching Anzu to fight. Plussssss I figured out hissssss last name. ^-^
( 3 ) I can put Issssissssss and Rashhhhhhhid in, too!
( 4 ) Hehehehehe, this isss gonna get interessssting...
( 5 ) *isssssss about to be murdered and tortured by the people who wanted MalikXAnzu or sssssome other pairing*
( 6 ) Oh wait, you can't be murdered then tortured.
( 7 ) "Any last words?"
( 8 ) Actually... yessssss. You do realize I wassssssss kidding on number one, right?
( 9 ) Uh...Right...?