a/n: I only got two guesses to what the plot was. For the people who did guess, I will not be saying if you were right or wrong.. Just thanks for playing!

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGioh

Chapter 3: Smile

I've always liked dragons. As much as I can remember, I've always loved dragons. I stood beside a boy with a toy dragon who nagged at his mother to buy it for him. The grocery store must be everyone's hell. I feel bad for the people who work here.

The little boy reminds me of someone, I just can't remember who. His long black, pulled back, hair bounces up and down as he jumped up to show his excitement when his mother agrees to buy the toy. His bright green eyes show happiness and innocence. I wonder if I ever had that look in my eyes.

"Big brother!"

"Sir, could you please move down?" My eyes snap to the woman who asked me to advance. I didn't even realize I was staring at the little boy, and the line had moved. The mother pushed her son in front of her as if to protect him from me. I must have looked like a pedophile or something.

"Excuse me." I muttered and moved up to the cashier. My eggs, cereal, pancake mix, and canned foods were placed on top of the counter.

"Thank you and how are you today sir?" The woman asked. Turning my head at the direction of exit I decided to ignore the woman. As much as I'd like to say something to her, good or bad, I just opted to remain quiet. I like my quiet, I suppose.

"Hello Margaret." A flash of brown passed by me. The voice was familiar.

"Hello Anzu." That's why. That girl seemed to be everywhere now. She stood beside the cash desk holding a twenty dollar bill at the woman who was scanning my canned foods.

"Can you break this…" Her unfinished sentence hung in the air as she met my eyes. "Hello again." Jerking my head away from her direction, I took my bags of grocery and walked away when the cashier gave me my change.

"Here's your change, Anzu." I heard the woman say before I stepped out of the grocery store. Outside was cloudy and it started to drizzle. It seemed to rain everyday. It was as if the heavens were matching the weather with my mood. My car was parked at the end of the parking lot. For a Wednesday evening, the parking spaces were strangely full.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell behind me. Knowing exactly who is was, I just continued to walk on. "I said hey!" She sounded annoyed so I smirked and unlocked my car.

"Are you naturally rude!" After the bags were placed in my backseats, I sighed heavily and turned to face the, now fuming with anger, girl.

"Why do you insist on bothering me?" I tiredly asked her. Frowning she looked down at her white sneakers. She looked like she just came from a dance class. Her ballerina shoes hanging from her shoulder just proved that she was, in fact, a dancer.

"I am?" She asked me innocently. Something told me she was not what she seemed.

"You are." I confirmed. Her eyes lit up at my deadpan tone and then frowned even more if it were even possible.

"Sorry. I just wanted to tell you that you left one of your cans." Holding out her hand, I saw that one of my canned beets was in fact forgotten back in the grocery store. Feeling like the asshole I always say I am, I took it from her.

"Thank you." That was all she was going to get from me. There's no way in hell I was going to apologize. My thank you was enough for her.

"You're welcome." She cheerfully responded. I swear this girl was a cheerleader in high school, if she was even out of high school yet. I guessed that she's around eighteen. We stood beside my car as the drizzle hit us. I'm sure the rain felt good on her, considering her flushed features from the possible long workout in her dance class. Why I didn't leave, I have no clue. I felt like I should wait for her to say something else. So I lingered around my car for a moment longer before my patience got the best of me.

"What do…" She stopped her sentence. She looked up at my eyes to see if I was irritated or not.

When she saw no irritation, she continued. "What do remember about yourself?"

"Nothing."

"Not even a name?"

"What did you think I meant when I said nothing?" I snapped and opened the drivers side of my car. She seemed bent on finding something out. "Are you sure you don't remember me?" I asked before I realized I even opened my mouth.

"I'm sure. I just find it fascinating how someone can lose their memories and then live on, as if their memories don't matter to them." The way her eyes studied me made me feel insecure.

"That's because they don't." I replied as I finally forced my body to get inside the four door vehicle. I then drove out the parking lot. From my rearview mirror I could see her in the same spot. Only this time her eyes held a distant look in them. She looked like I did, when I had flashes of images.

"Stop being such a jerk to my friends." She whispered.

The brown-haired boy scoffed as he turned on the ignition.

"I'm serious. How are they supposed to accept you if you keep on being an asshole towards them." she paused to touch his arm and look at him in the eye. "My friends are important to me. You know this."

"Why do I have to change who I am to get along with your friends? I'm dating you, remember? Not your friends." The rain that kept hitting the windshield made it all the harder to drive. Everything outside was blurry. He almost felt blind..

Ever since I saw that girl, the images have become stronger and lengthier. I almost think that this girl is the key to my past. The clues were obvious; from when she first saw me and looked like she knew me, to when she asked if I remembered who I was.

I believe something about her awoke something within me. The images are stronger and more relentless when I sleep. It's as if my unconsciousness is taking over and making me remember--or are at least trying to piece the puzzle together.

"Sometimes I think I deserve to be alone." The only person I seem to talk to is my next door neighbor.

"Why do you say that?" He asked me.

He's around his forties and goes by the name Roland. I first met him in the hallway of my apartment complex, I started actually talking to him more and more. I trusted him. Some would say he's the father I never had. For some reason it's easy to speak with him.

So, whenever I have a problem or something on my mind, I tend to go to him. Half the time he doesn't give me advice but when he does, he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"No one deserves to be alone." He suggested. Shrugging I took another sip of my coffee. I've always had a taste for it.

"I just feel like it's my fate. The cards on the table tell me that I am going to be alone." I explained, realizing my coffee had turned cold.

"It's called a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you think you're going to be alone, then you will most likely be alone. If you think that you'll be with someone, then you will be with someone." Roland suggested.

"I see."

"You don't believe me?"

"it's not that I don't, it's that I still feel like I'm going to be alone." After laughing Roland took both our mugs, of now cold coffee.

"Then there you have it; a self-fulfilling prophesy." Roland chuckled.

I really hated how Roland would slam me with his opinions at times.

"So what happened with that girl? Does she still pop out of no where?" Thinking back to the blue eyed brunette I shrugged once again, as if she were the last thing on my mind.

"I had a dream about her, I think." Roland nodded letting me continue. "She was waiting for me. Her hands were clasped behind her back and she was smiling."

"How do you know she was waiting for you?" He questioned. I really didn't know how to answer that question. I just felt like she was waiting for me.

"The way she was standing I suppose. It was as if she was waiting for something or someone. When she looked back at me, her eyes glazed over. It made me think I lost her for some reason. Like she couldn't see me anymore. Then she turned right back around, as if she didn't see me in the first place. It was weird." After putting the mugs in the sink he sat back down.

"What do you think it means?" He asked.

Raising my eyebrow I considered his question. I didn't know dreams were supposed to mean something.

"I think it means something." He said, as he smiled, and regarded the expression on my face.

"Like what?" I was intrigued now.

"She's waiting for someone to come to her. You are not the person she is waiting for. She's waiting for someone else who is you but not you." This man was talking riddles again. He tended to do that from time to time. All it did was aggravate me.

"I have to get to work now." I stood up from the table and Roland lazily smiled at me knowing that he upset me. "I'll let myself out. Thank you for the coffee." Before he could put in two cents more--I walked out of his apartment and trudged to the exit of the building.

I walked to my car, but before I got to the passenger side, someone walking by on the sidewalk tripped. All I saw was brown coming towards me, and my first reaction was to catch the person. I quickly turned and felt the person's head hit my chest.

"Oh." She groaned. It was obviously a girl because her painted nails were holding onto my upper arms. She attempted to pull herself up, and her long hair whipped my face as she hit my chest. "Sorry." she groaned once more and looked up at me.

Her bright blue eyes looked up at the man. "Will this ever end?" Holding her closer against his chest he kissed her temple.

"I'll find some way out." He said determinedly. Her eyes focused on his own.

"No we won't." She hauntedly whispered. It made a shiver go down his bare back. All he could so in response was lift her chin up with his finger , and look her in the eye. "Please.. don't lie to me. Not now. Not after everything." Her voice broke when she his expression. It was as if he were trying to concoct some other way to comfort her.

Pulling her closer, if it was even possible, he savored the feel of her bare skin touching his. He was scared of how this was going to turn out. He was more scared that he was going to lose her. She was all he had left….

" Why is it that I keep running into you?" Anzu humorously questioned, after she realized that she bumped into me. "Hey.. are you okay?" Grabbing her arms to pull her away from me slightly, I suddenly realized my throat was dry form the flashback. Clearing it, I managed to glare at her.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" I questioned--rudely.

"I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk." She pulled away from me and smoothed out her clothes.

"Thanks for catching me." She shyly said. "I'm a dancer yet I'm such a klutz!" Her laugh made the corners of my mouth twitch. Before she realized it, I turned towards the passenger side of my car.

"Next time watch where you're walking. There might not be someone, like me, to accidentally catch you. A different someone might just let you fall on your ass." Frowning she grumbled something to herself.

"Something tells me you'd like to watch me fall flat on my face next time." Smirking I opened the car door.

"How'd you know?" I sarcastically asked before stepping inside my car. When her mouth dropped I forgot all about the image I had, when I had her in my arms and laughed at her reaction. I looked at the rearview mirror to see her stomping over to my car with a determined fake smile.

"Let her go!" He growled out, like he was not being held at gun point. The girl held her hands up as she stood up from the couch.

"Seto? What's happening?" The fear in her voice was not masked. He stood by the doorway trying not to see the hurt in her eyes.

"It's okay Anzu." His words did nothing to stop the tears brimming in the corner of her eyes. Knowing it was hopeless to say any comforting words to her when a gun was pointed at her face he decided to try to save her at least. "Damn it, she's not a part of this!" The platinum haired man turned around to smirk at him.

"Oh Kaiba-boy, but she is. You just didn't know it until now."

His smirk faded as he stared wide-eyed at her reflection in his rearview mirror.

The way that girl was smiling at me, it was exactly how the girl in my memories smiled. I felt like I was reliving something by just looking at her expression. My heart felt like it was breaking from her simple up-turned lips. It was, as if, I hadn't seen it in a long time and missed it terribly. Why did I feel like my heart was breaking? And why did it feel like a part of me was missing as I drove away?

a/n: I am done! A special thanks to those who reviewed and even my hidden readers! I'll update as soon as you review!

ang3L-blue- It's okay.. Nothing will happen to Seto… yet…

justsomenobody- Like I said.. I won't say if you were right or wrong. Keep reading and you'll really find out what happened.

Ssp- hmm.. Interesting..

Starian Princess- you wonder? Well, keep on reading and you will find out!

Blue Rhapsody3- Well, technically she's not working for him. She's getting nothing from this except for avenging her lover.

mischiefmagnet- You are doing very well now so don't worry! I've written for a while now but it's hard to keep track of the stories! I actually forget what I want to write and thus have to write the same night I have an idea for a chapter which is not very fun considering I'm staying up to remember my idea when I have to wake up at 6am the next morning to go to work.