Millenium Girl by Le Petit Chaperon Rouge
A/N: Ahem, I'm terribly sorry for not updating for so long. [dodges rotten fruit that's being thrown at her] but i have several reasons!!!
Reason no. 1. i was on holiday.
Reason no. 2. i had a writers block was i was away and the few following weeks.
Reason no. 3. the weather is to damn pretty to sit the whole day inside!!!
Reason no. 4. i'm lazy (for those who didn't know that yet)
Reason no. 5. i was helping a friend of mine write.
Enough reasons? Yes? [ties bandana on her head] Let's do this!!!!
My thanks go to:
- Kikoken : [totally agrees] yup! Only setoxserenity is better.....maybe.
-Angels-sing-sorrow : ....thanks? well, guess that I am weird...
- Court12 : Here it is!!!!!
-Momo : you'll find out if she's going to do it or not in the next two chapters or so. And yes, I'll finish this story alright!
-Black-wings91 : I'll try to explain everything that happens in the story, but if you don't understand something, mail me!!
-Random person: thank you!!!!
!?!?!?!?!?!?Disclaimer: i don't own and never will, Yu-Gi-Oh, Peter Pan or Madonna!?!?!?!?!?
Chapter 3. Exhaustion.
The last couple of weeks passed Anzu in a haze of work and exhaustion, with tree jobs she had hardly anytime left herself. But she needed the money that she made by working, though with tree jobs, she still could hardly make a living.
When Anzu came home after another devastating day, it occurred to her that she hadn't danced for ages.
"this is ridiculous!!" she thought. "dancing is the reason I came here!!"
Slowly she did a few steps in a graceful manner and carefully tried a pirouette, before collapsing, entirely exhausted between her dirty clothes and unopened mail.
As said before, Anzu had tree jobs, they all included cleaning. In the morning she cleaned a nightclub.
The smell of beer and other liquors blended with the scent of expensive feminine perfume and sweat welcomed Anzu every morning when she entered the club. It was a big club, and probably one where all those VIP's went when they're in the neighborhood. The mess that the guests left every night was terrible and there were to few cleaners to clean it all quickly and efficiently.
The communication was hard two, because most of the cleaners came from south-America, at least Anzu thought. The few lady's she worked with had beautiful full black hair and tanned skin. Those ladies could perfectly communicate together, but when it came to Anzu they spoke a few poor English words. The language they spoke sounded Hispanic to Anzu, although she wasn't sure.
Around the afternoon, Anzu helped to clean and restock a local grocery shop. It wasn't a big shop, but the boxes were still big and heavy.
In the evening, around six, Anzu had to clean offices. It was simple work, a bit of dusting, vacuuming, no big deal.
Some people left their coffee mugs on their table, which really irritated Anzu.
"the whole damn day they sit on their lazy ass, and on their way out they can't even put their mugs in the dishwasher." She fumed.
There was one thing that Anzu hated more that dirty coffee mugs. That was the third desk by the window.
The man, at least Anzu assumed that he was a man in his late thirties probably early forties judging from the pictures on his desk, that worked there had the annoying habit of eating bread, toast, chips, or whatever during normal working hours. The carpet beneath his desk was littered with little crumbs. On his desk, in his files, between the digits of his keyboard everywhere there were visible traces of little snacks.
One evening, when Anzu was cleaning under his desk, she noticed a sticky bronze brownish substation sticking on the radiator. Disgusted and with a weird feeling in her stomach she closed in a little. She scrambled together all her courage and poked it with her right index finger. The substation was incredibly sticky and when Anzu pulled her finger back, which took a bit more effort than she expected the substation parted by turning in to small strings, just like when you pull apart freshly glued paper.
Carefully Anzu smelled it. She wrinkled her nose while inhaling the sweet smell.
"It's toffee!!!! For gods sake!!"
This man clearly had the so called "Peter Pan syndrome" what simply meant he didn't want to grow up, but just like Peter pan, stay a child forever.
Anzu pulled out a tissue to whip her finger.
When she moved away from under the desk she head accidentally collided with the desk above her. Anzu cursed and pulled her back, doing that, she felt how a number of hair was pulled out of her scalp. Curious, Anzu looked under the desk to look what happened to her hair. What she saw was comparable to what you see under the tables in high-schools. Chewing gum in nearly every color of the rainbow. Anzu shivered and praised herself lucky, for it could have ended far more worse.
"Finally! Weekend!!" With that Anzu dropped herself on her bed. Not that she would have a lot of time for herself, but at least she didn't have to go to work. She needed all the time she could get to do the laundry, paying bills, calculation hoe much money she had left, etc.
No matter how exhausted she was, she knew, better times would come. They always do. She just would have to work hard for it.
Nothing takes the past away
Like the future
Nothing makes the darkness go
Like the light
-Madonna, nothing really matters
It has been almost tree months since Anzu left. And slowly it started to dawn on Yami that he might never see her again. Maybe she was with someone else now...maybe...she was dead. Killed herself.
No, he shouldn't think that way. He pushed that thought to the very edge of his mind.
His friends tried find out where Anzu might be, but he didn't feel like helping them at all.
To hide his grief of the break up with Anzu he buried himself in his work. To his friends that made only more obvious hoe much he missed her, and that increased their efforts to find her.
He did his best to forget her, together with that all the pain. But the harder he tried, the clearer she was nailed into his memory. Everything she did, everything she said, her laugh, her eyes.....
A/N: was it worth waiting? I'm going next week away for another week of holiday, so it will take a while (again) before the next chapter is up. [takes cover from unidentified flying objects that are being thrown] please, everybody, if you see no matter how small mistake in my grammar, please tell me!! i want to know if i made mistakes where i'm unawere of so i can improve.please review!!