Book One: Lower than low
Summary: Hannah Laughlin, her brother Klein, and Hannah's friend Nani go to Domino high, with the impossible "King of Games" Yami Motou, and the infamous "Ishtar twins". Even the Bakura brothers go there. When their good friend Anzu, Class President and overall over-achiever, is turned down by Yami, she goes more emo than Hannah. It's up to those three, with the help of the school's triple twins, to save her from herself. Because a darker power is after her. She has something it wants. Inspired by Kelly Clarkson's "Low"
"Hey, Yami?" Anzu asked, her voice practically shaking, her heart racing, her stomach full of butterflies. He turned around.
"Hm? Is this gonna take a while?" he asked indiffrently, unaware of her discomfort.
"Um...," she began.
"Hold these," he said, handing her a pile of books and then proceeding to adjust the ponytail holding his spiky, multi-colored hair back from going skyward. He took the books back. "Thanks. You were saying?"
"Um, Yami?" she said, fidgeting. He looked beautiful- radiant today. It was a bright and sunny spring monday. the wind blew his spiky bangs across her view of his sharp amethyst eyes. His tan skin shone in the light (though it was no where near as tan as Marik and Malik's). He was in a hot gray muscle shirt with gray slacks, and a thick, black, studded belt that held his game deck around his waist. He waved a girlish hand in front of her face.
"Anzu? You in there? Could you possibly tell me what you want? My grandpa and Yugi will be wondering where I am if I keep standing here in the courtyard," he said. She blinked.
"Oh! Um, yeah, sorry," she grinned and rubbed the back of her head nervously. "Well, I was wondering if you'd, go on a date with me...," she stuttered out. He blinked, then sighed, letting his arms, still clutching his books, slump.
"Anzu, why'd you have to go and ask that?" he asked rehtorically. "I... I don't WANT to date anyone right now. And besides that you're... you're plain. There's nothing particularly special about you- just another over-acheiver." He turned to go. "I'm sorry Anzu. If you want, you could call me sometime?"
Anzu was trembling. Tears growing n her eyes, she shook her head. "N-no..., no thanks..." He glanced back at her. An immediate look of pain spread across his face and he hurried back. Slipping his books into only one arm he wiped away the tears- and she flinched at his touch.
"Anzu, please, don't cry..."
"I... I can't stop...," she breathed, sobbing, tears rolling donw her cheek. He glanced around the empty courtyard, sighed once more, and then turned, and hurried off. And he left Anzu there crying.