-1Konnichiwa, minna-san. I am updating finally, so I hope you are all pleased with the next chapter.

Like another one of my stories, I am upping the rating from Teen to Mature. This could get out of hand in future chapters, and I'm warning you now. The criteria is violence, language, and possible sexual situations. If you are uncomfortable with this, I do apologize. I just need this to change, because in the direction it's going now, Teen will not cut it anymore.

And I do want to say this. Please, please leave a review. Another story of mine, Passion, is one that I'm quite proud of. I worked hard on it, am working hard on it, and for my efforts, I hardly got any recognition. I hope that my other stories will receive more attention than that one did, this one included.

I'll still be continuing that other story, but please, if you do read it, and this one, leave a review. It's all I ask.

Thank you for being patient with me. Let the fourth chapter of Typical commence.

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Standing there with a look of uncertainty on his face, he glanced at where her seat had been. It was then that he noticed the faintest trace of blood on the side of the desk, where her arms had been resting.

Seto took a few steps forward, placing his hand on the spot before raising it to his face. It was fresh.

He looked back at the door where she had just exited from, and now it was a frown that graced his handsome face.

"Mazaki, what is happening to you?"

However, his question fell on deaf ears, for she was long gone and down the hallway to her next class. She was trying to move as fast as she can, but because of her injuries, it was beginning to prove quite difficult.

She felt odd about the conversation she had just had with the multibillionaire. He had insulted her, of course, but for a brief moment, she had thought she had seen a look of worry flitter across his face.

Was it mistaken? Was she imagining things?

She wasn't sure at this point. It bothered her slightly, but as she hurried down the hall as fast as she could, she pushed that thought out of her mind for the time being. She couldn't dwell on this when she had the whole day ahead of her.

Her next class was World History, a rather boring but opportune class. She could easily relax more in that class, without having to worry about being called on or having to do much. The teacher normally just droned on and on about the topic of the day, and that would give her a chance to just let her body rest.

She made a quick stop at her locker, opening it up to slip in her math book and grab her history instead. But as she shut the locker door, she felt a strong hand suddenly smack her back. Pain beyond pain ran through her body, as she felt all the cuts that she had carefully wrapped up before school reopen once again. She could almost feel the blood staining the bandages.

"Hey Anzu, how's i-"

But before the person could finish their sentence, she had instantly let out a shriek that caused each of them to stop in their tracks. It was almost a delayed reaction on her part, but for a moment, the pain had been so intense she couldn't have uttered a sound earlier if she had wanted to.

Her breathing became short, as she turned around to see Jou, Honda, and Yugi standing there, a look of shock on their faces. It seemed as if Jou had been the one to hit her, but it had been in good nature. She should have remembered that was how they always greeted her at her locker.

But even they had heard her after that contact, and all three of them immediately became concerned. It was little Yugi that spoke first.

"Anzu, are you ok? Jou didn't hit you that hard, did he?" he asked, causing Honda to give the said blonde a glare before knocking him upside the head. "Nice one, Jou! She's just a girl, you can't be so rough around her!" he chastised, hitting him again for good measure.

Anzu's eyes narrowed at the comment, as she slowly turned around to listen to this for a moment before she got really angry.

Jou returned the glare, raising his fist at him before replying. "I didn't hit her any harder than usual!" he yelled back, and it was obvious a fight might start between the two.

But before anything could happen, Anzu jumped in the middle of it. She instantly had her hands up, her history book dropping to the floor in the process. She began pushing them away from each other, and the entire time, she was yelling at them in a very angry voice.

"Both of you, stop it! That's enough! Why are you so eager to worry about me now? I am fine! Now go to class!" she said shrilly, and both boys backed away slowly, seeing the anger in her eyes very well at this point.

She kneeled down and picked up her discarded book, before standing and heading to her next class without them. The three of them were frozen in place, not knowing if they should call her back or just walk amongst themselves.

She was fuming but silent as she walked down the hallway. Her whole body was numb at this point, and she almost felt as if she would collapse at any second, but she forced herself forward.

She easily made it to history class before them, slipping into her desk and heaving a sigh. Now her back was in a great amount of pain, courtesy of Jou, as well as that pounding headache she still had from earlier.

And just to irritate her even more, the bell rang loudly, and she had to bite back a moan of agony from the sound. Was everyone after her today or what?

A few seconds later, she saw the three that she had just abandoned in the hallway slip inside the room. The teacher didn't seem to notice them, and so, they headed to their appropriate desks, glancing at Anzu and trying to catch her gaze.

Jou even tried to stir up some conversation of apology with her.

"Listen Anzu, we didn't mean to make you upset, and if I hurt ya, I'm really sorry," he said in a small voice, almost like a child would react if they had just been scolded.

However, it didn't seem to be working, because she was staring attentively to the front, and not giving him any attention in the slightest.

All three of them figured it would be best to leave their friend alone for the moment, and so, gave up on trying to get her to speak with them.

Something was troubling their friend, and for once, they wanted to know what it was.

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Anzu hadn't been able to make it through the school day. By the fifth period, she had forced herself to head to the nurse's office. Of course, she wouldn't allow her to see any of her wounds, and blamed her limping and sore muscles on cramps from her 'period'.

She hadn't wanted to come to the nurse's office. She had really tried to make it through the entire day. However, it was both the uneasy throbbing pain that ran through her body and her three friends trying to tell her why she was so mad that had made her swallow her pride and go to the nurse. She might have been able to handle the pain if she really tried, but she couldn't do that and deal with Yugi, Jou, and Honda at the same time.

The nurse had fallen for her story easily, having been an elderly woman who really didn't pay too much attention to detail. She allowed Anzu a pass to leave school for the rest of the day, which she accepted eagerly.

The only bad thing about this was that the nurse had to call her father to confirm that she would be going home.

She bit her lip anxiously as she saw her begin to dial the numbers that would get her in contact with her father. Anyone with half a brain could see that she was very nervous about this, but it seemed the nurse wasn't one of those people. Anzu's mind began to run full-force, as she began to dread over the reaction she would get from her father when she arrived home.

He'll be so mad when he gets that call. I'm in so much trouble when I get home. What am I going to do? It'll probably b-

"Hello, is this Mazaki-san? This is Suzuki Eri, the school nurse."

Oh no, it's coming, here it comes…

"Hai, it seems your daughter is experiencing some very bad cramps and doesn't think she can make it the rest of the day. I am just calling to make sure it is alright if she heads home."

Deep breath, Anzu, deep breath…

"You'll pick her up? That's wonderful. Arigato, Mazaki-san."

No, no, no, no! He can't pick me up! I'll be dead even quicker!

The nurse placed the phone down and peered at Anzu good-naturedly. "Your father will be in the front shortly, so you can grab your things and wait for him. I'll call the office and tell them you're leaving," she said with a smile, which the girl returned rather forcefully.

"H-hai, arigato…" she said lightly, standing up and heading out of the nurse's station and back to her locker.

She should have never gone to the nurse's office. Hell, she shouldn't have even came to school today. If she had stayed home again, her father wouldn't have been as angry. But the fact that she went to a person with authority about her pains, and could have potentially gotten him caught, was the one that was going to haunt her for the rest of the day.

She headed down the hallway to her locker, her eyes glued to the floor in front of her, and never wavering. She didn't even want to look up. For some reason, she felt as if her father would come bursting into the school and track her down.

As Anzu continued her little trek towards her locker, she was practically shaking the entire time. It was as if this hallway was death row, and she was heading towards the electric chair, which happened to be the front seat of her father's car.

Anzu shivered at the thought, as she reached her locker and began to grab her jacket and her bag. But as she turned around, she once again ran into a familiar face.

Seto Kaiba was gracing her presence yet again.

You seem to be running into a lot of people today like this. Do they like sneaking up on you?

Anzu couldn't help but somewhat agree with that annoying voice in her head. So she tilted her head upward at Seto, her eyes stared at him questionably. "Excuse me, Kaiba, but I need to be going," she said politely, attempting to walk around him but he quickly moved in her way.

Her lips pursed slightly as she tried to get by him once again, but unsurprisingly, he stopped her from moving any farther. Her eyes narrowed in his direction, as she began to tap her foot impatiently.

Was he purposely trying to make her upset? Because if he was, he was doing a damn fine job of it.

Tackle him down. Knock his ass down! You don't have time to deal with him today!

She was halfway tempted to do exactly what her little mental conscience had suggested, but bit back the urge as she began to speak in a very forced manner.

"I am now asking you nicely, Kaiba. Please get out of my way," she said in nothing less than a growl, which caused him to smirk lightly. She seemed to have gotten some of her fire back from before.

He shook his head, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke in a serious tone. "I want to know what happened to you. I hate not being able to figure out something, and you, Mazaki, have brought a puzzle to the table that I cannot complete," he replied, watching her expression go from angry to confused to upset all in a matter of seconds.

Despite the evident pain she was in, Anzu stood upright, her head held high as she stared back into Seto's eyes before replying in a very aggravated manner.

"My life is not some game that you need to play at and win, Kaiba! Nothing has happened to me that is of any of your concern! Now, what I would suggest for you is to go back to your little card game… That's what you're good at. And I'll go back to sweet, little Anzu, pretty in pink, and cheerleader for the gang. That's what I'm good at," she snarled, his eyes widening at the sheer velocity of her hatred that had been directed towards him.

Without another sound being shared between the two, he stepped aside and let her walk past, her words sinking deep into his skin and embedding themselves there, for him to replay over and over when he pleased. He didn't consider this a game, but perhaps, was there someone out there who did? Was this the person that was causing her to act like this?

He could only think over and over about what she had said. He knew he shouldn't be meddling in with her affairs, especially since she was friends with Yugi and the rest of the motley crew, but there was something about this particular situation that etched on his nerves.

And he didn't like it one bit.

She, on the other hand, was not thinking of what she had said or even why he was bothering her about all of this. Instead, she was thinking about what he had brought forth. He seemed to know that there was something amiss, and she didn't like that he was getting into her business.

Although it brought a curious thought to the girl's already troubled mind. He wasn't even one of her friends, yet he had picked up on it so easily. What did that have to say about them?

It was a very distressing thought indeed, one that she had to force away as she stepped out of the school and to the parking lot, where her father would be waiting for her. As she moved closer, she could see the familiar blue Mitsubishi waiting for her.

Moving as fast as she could, she opened the passenger door and slid inside, closing it behind her, and effectively locking her inside with this man. As he pulled out of the lot, it was deathly quiet. They said nothing to each other, which scared her more than if he had shouted at her. She knew something was up, and it was beginning to frighten her.

Only when he didn't speak were the times when he was most violent. She knew she was in for a very rough time.

It only took him about five minutes to drive back to their house. They didn't live that far away from the school to begin with. A shiver ran up and down her spine as the car moved inside the garage, which he had left open for a quick and simple entry.

A sickening sensation hit the bottom of her stomach as the garage door began to slowly close. The light from outside was being blocked, and soon, they were enshrouded in darkness and shadow.

And that's when he spoke.

"'Cramps', she said. The nurse told me you had cramps and wanted to come home," her father spoke softly, causing Anzu to flinch at the tone. She was in for it now.

"I must say, you acted pretty smart. She didn't notice a goddamn thing. You're good at manipulating. But remember this-" he said in that same tone, but his actions were far from gentle. His hand reached out and smacked her hard across the face, before his fingers wrapped themselves in her hair. "-You cannot manipulate me. Don't ever think you can," he calmly stated, letting her go as she clutched her face in pain.

"Get out of the car. And into your room. I will be there shortly with your punishment," he explained, climbing out of the car himself to walk inside of the house. She followed, rather shakily, her father's form as she entered the house after him. She slipped her shoes off her feet on the small rug that was there, before turning towards the stairs that led to her room.

To her own personal piece of hell.

Each step that she took felt like a stab in the arm, a punch in the stomach, a slap across the face. She was walking closer and closer to something that she couldn't handle.

But she was forced to, and so, she continued to walk.

In moments, she was in her room, and like the good little girl that she was, she sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her father to come in and deliver her punishment.

It wasn't even a punishment anymore. She really felt like she was in some sort of prison, and her sentence was about to be carried out.

And to be waiting so obediently, she felt like a dog to all of this.

She couldn't help but laugh at the idea. Thinking about being a dog, she was reminded of Kaiba and how he always used that particular description on Jou. One day, maybe she would tell him how wrong he was. Who he really should have given that label to.

The room became eerily quiet, as she continued to wait for him. She wouldn't dare move from this spot, oh no. She would just wait because that's what she had been told to do. If she didn't, it would be a lot worse for her.

And that's when she finally heard it.

Her bedroom door slowly creaking open, and a figure walking inside. She immediately knew who it was without having to look, because looking would have made it more painful.

And so, she closed her eyes, as his form hovered over her. She could hear his raspy breathing, and it was so close. So fucking close…

"Anzu, this is what you get for being such a bad girl."

This was her punishment. This was her sentence. This was her suffering, her hell, her pain. The house was filled with her screams, tears, and blood.

The screams that echoed through the hallways.

"Stop it, please, stop it!"

The tears that ran down the frail cheeks of a lost girl.

"Daddy, no, don't do it! Daddy, no!"

The blood that stained walls, sheets, and skin.

"No more, Daddy, I promise I'll be good, no more!"

And when it was over, long after he had left her room, long after she had been broken in every way imaginable, and long after she had lost hope…

Silence was the only thing that could be heard throughout this particular household.

The screams had died down, the tears had ceased from falling, and the blood had stopped flowing.

- - -

Anzu was in so much pain. Her whole body ached from the brutality of her father's actions. This was the worst it had ever been. She had been broken down in more ways than one.

She could no longer be Anzu.

She felt the air around her grow cold, and hastily grabbed the covers from her blanket to pull over her fragile form. She was curled up in a ball, laying in a pool of crimson that had come from herself. Her body was covered in different marks, cuts, and bruises. There was no way she would be going back to school. Ever. He had even said that herself.

As his fist collided with her jaw, he let out a laugh and a sneer at the same time.

"I think we're gonna have you drop out. People might start getting a little too nosy for my tastes. And then you'll get to be around your dear ol' Daddy all the time! Isn't that what you wanted?"

He hit her again in the stomach this time, using his dirty nails to rip at her clothes, trying to cause her as much pain as possible.

"Stop it, please, stop it!"

She curled up even more underneath the warm comforter, trying to find some solace in the fact that she would no longer have to face her friends… He had decided to put an end to that too.

His hands were at her throat, pinning her to the bed as he hovered over her with a sick grin on his face. He was enjoying every second of pain that he was giving his daughter.

"You know what? I never liked your friends. I think they might be a bad influence on you. I don't think you'll be seeing them anymore."

He pressed down even more on her, his eyes gleaming with malice and pure insanity. He lifted one hand to grab a hold of the bottom of her uniform, which he ripped away in a matter of seconds as if it was nothing more than paper.

"Daddy, no, don't do it! Daddy, no!"

She shuddered even more. He was taking away everything he could from her. Everything that she found some sort of happiness in, he snatched it out of her grasp so fast that she couldn't even see it coming.

Her clothes were torn, frayed, and no longer recognizable as a uniform in the first place. This time, when she glanced at his eyes, she saw something even worse than it had been before.

Lust.

It scared her so bad, as she tried to fight him off but she couldn't do it. He pushed her legs apart and made himself comfortable there. She could feel him press against her, his excitement and arousal quite evident at this point.

"Now, this whole dancing thing you do isn't going to work out. Especially with the activities you'll be doing around the house. I think we'll have to put a stop to that too."

She began to cry, trying to push him away, clawing at his chest and neck but it was no use. He grabbed onto her hips and moved forward, causing an unimaginable pain overtake her body at the sheer force and size of him.

"No more, Daddy, I promise I'll be good, no more!"

She began to cry again at this last memory. Not only had he taken away her dreams, her life, but he had taken away something that was most precious to every girl in the world.

Why did it have to be her? Why was she being punished? What had she done wrong?

She couldn't answer that question on her own. It was killing her from the inside out, but she couldn't answer it.

Maybe she had done something wrong.

Maybe she had said something…

There had to be some good reason that she was being treated so cruelly.

But she couldn't think of one. She couldn't think of a single one.

So it wasn't her fault, right?

She couldn't answer that either. She couldn't answer it.

In a blind rage, she began to beat her fists into her pillow, pain shooting through her body just for moving in the first place, but she continued anyways. This pain was nothing in comparison to the pain that was plaguing her heart. And so, she continued to beat the pillow as much as she could, imagining it as her father.

She would not be able to survive much longer with him.

And the only way she could get out was to find someone who could answer the questions that she had.

But who could help her?

There was one possible answer that sifted itself into her thoughts that really made her want to cry.

No one.

She collapsed onto her body, her face deep into the soft fabric of the pillow she had just tried to beat in, as she began to scream. It muffled the sound, so no one could hear her frustration and sadness, her loneliness and pain. But she was screaming just the same, and at least she could hear it.

That was yet another thought that always seemed to break her heart whenever she thought of it.

No one could ever hear her scream.

The rest of the night, her dreams were no longer dreams. They couldn't even be real nightmares, because they were from real events. Her sleep as invaded by the horrible memories of what she had just been through, and what she would endure in the future.

Maybe that's a mistake. Maybe it could be considered a nightmare. After all, her whole life… That wasn't even close to a dream.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and yes, I will admit, very, very depressing and such…

Please review and tell me what you think of it. I will try to update with a new chapter as soon as possible.

Ja ne.

-Miyuki