Shattered Soul
A/N: Lately, I have a Rocky Horror Picture Show obsession. Don't ask why, I don't even know myself... -.- Anyway, here's an Anzu chapter, and she's extremely annoying in it.
You can probably guess what I'm going to say, but I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
It rips us apart from inside.
Something is clawing, tearing at the seams,
killing our lovely bond of friendship and I know what.
The Quiet Ones,
it's always them, always
the ones you never notice, leave behind, don't include.
I have a secret.
It rustles in my head every day
as the falling leaves do right now, turning old but still there:
I'm not sorry.
No. Ever since him, the one
the quiet white-haired boy who injected poison into my bonds with my friends,
I've never been sorry
and I won't be. Honda and Katsuya, feeling
guilty, drift away, pulling further every day like boats in the rushing currents.
And now it's Mokuba.
They should ignore him, we have
to concentrate on the group problems first, we have to fix our relationships.
We haven't got time
for some lovesick kid, we can't help him.
Honda and Katsuya want to. They insist, reeds bending the other way in a strong wind.
I just need my group
back as it was. Friends again.
It's the quiet ones who split us up, every time. Even when they're dead and gone.
Sorry if it's a little shorter than the other ones. I just figured you wouldn't want to read much of Anzu's point of view, seeing as she's a bit...um...bitchy in this story. Basically, she's blaming Ryou for the drifting apart of her group of friends. (In a way, she's got it right. Honda and Katsuya are both feeling so guilty for listening to Anzu about that, so they want to help Mokuba.) I'm just setting the stage for what's going to happen later, with this one.
