Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I claim to be making any money off this work. It is only for my amusement and the enjoyment of others. Nor do I claim to be an expert on religion; I'm twisting this and probably sentencing myself to Hell for it.
Seven Days In Purgatory: Chapter One – The First Day-
It took seven days to create the world, seven to be rid of Eden, and it will take seven days to end it.
All of these misfortunes… No wonder seven is an unholy number.
God, an embodiment of all things masculine, created the world, so it's only natural that it would be a woman to destroy it. A woman left the paradise Eden to dance with the serpent and fall under its spell. Satan must be a woman, because it must balance out the divine scales.
And so it happens, the two evils coincide together perfectly. After all, it is only women would have a seven-day cycle.
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Anzu Mazaki sighed to herself, taking the drink that had been offered to her. She faintly heard the 'This one's on me' murmured by the bartender, a scantily clad blonde. She fingered the glass, idly wondering what time it was. She really should be getting home; it had to be past midnight. She took a sip of the drink, wincing slightly at the sweetness of the daiquiri. Placing the drink back down, she thought about the next day. She really should go home, she had work tomorrow, and she really couldn't miss it. It was the only thing keeping food in her mouth and a roof over her head. The store manager had already threatened to fire her is she missed work again, but Anzu wondered if she could come in late and cover the next shift.
She snorted and forced herself to take a drink of the too sweet daiquiri. That wouldn't go over well. The bartender came and collected the empty glass and the meager tip as Anzu abruptly stood up and shrugged on her worn coat.
When she reached the dimly lit street she rolled her eyes, dawn was nearly there. She shoved her hands in her pockets and tried to ignore her burning throat and the way men looked at her, admiring her barely clad ass. She nearly snarled in disgust, men were filthy creatures. True, she was wearing a very short micromini and a face painted with makeup, but she found that it wasn't an excuse for men old enough to be her grandfather to be leering at her.
She turned a corner and produced a small key, rusted with age, and shoved it into a door that looked like it could fall in at any moment. It took a struggle with the old lock and her shoulder pushing against the door a few times before it would finally open, before she could enter the confines of her dingy apartment. The room smelled of old smoke and puke, and the small candle in the corner of the room did nothing to cover the smell, only adding its own putrid scent to the mix.
She landed on the old mattress, wincing as she felt a metal spring in her side. The graying blanket got caught on the coil, adding another rip to the growing collection. She sighed and thought back to her teen years. Whatever happened to her delusions of grandeur, of dancing in New York, of living with her then boyfriend Yuugi?
Well, her dreams of living with the other teen were shattered when she walked in on his yami and him fucking. Yami had seen her and he had had the audacity to give her a wink and a laugh before leaning down to capture Yuugi's lips and heart once more.
She should have known – yami and hikari pairs were meant to be together. It was the same with Ryou and his yami, although Yami no Bakura had been known to be more violent when it came to other people bumping into or otherwise looking the wrong way at his host. However, as she all too well knew, Ryou was completely smitten with his yami's possessiveness and loved every minute of him.
Malik and his… well, whatever the hell Marik was, were no different, only the insane creature had not come from a Sennen Item, but instead from Malik's own hate. However that worked, Malik and Marik were happily tromping around scaring the shit out of the people of Domino, Japan.
She glared at a stain in the carpet, willing it to go away. Wishing for something to take her mind off of everything. She got up and stumbled into her barely there bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet, whose door had looked like it had seen many fists flying into it, and popped open a bottle of sleeping pills. Taking enough to knock her out for a week, and possibly kill her, she stalked back into the bedroom and fell on the bed again, this time ignoring the metal coil in her side. It hurt a lot less than most of the things in her life, she decided, wearily drifting off into a not so blissful sleep.
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Rire. Éclaboussure. Voix.
"Anzu, mon chéri, regard au lac! N'est-il pas simplement magnifique? Le coucher du soleil se reflète outre de lui admirablement"
"Oui, mama, il est vraiment joli"
Une autre éclaboussure.
"Enfant, se rappellent, même après que je suis allé, je sera toujours avec vous. Je toujours vous observerai et prendrai soin de vous. Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon enfant, pour moi suis toujours ici."
Un enfant pleurant.
"Mama! Mama! Veuillez ne pas me laisser"
Une lutte.
"rappelez-vous l'enfant, je suis toujours avec vous. Je suis toujours avec vous... que je suis toujours... "
Sanglots désespérés.
"Mama..."
'Je suis toujours avec vous... '
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Anzu sat up quickly, a cold sweat visible on her skin. That dream…that memory? Was it a memory? She didn't even know anymore. It seemed familiar, but was it her memory or a figment of her imagination? She shook slightly, before gathering herself up and looking at the blinking digital clock. 12:00 AM, it read. She wondered the date, wondered how long she had been out. She flipped the black and white television onto some midmorning news broadcast and sighed nearly happily when she saw that it was just the next day. She knew for certain that she was going to be fired when she got back to work. She wondered if she should just call in to tell the boss she had been sick the past few days, just to get him off her back.
Huh, as if. Hiroto was such a hardass, never letting her have any days off. She decided to just call in and tell him she had decided to quit. Yeah, good plan. If she could only convince herself that she didn't need the money. Damn it, there goes that plan. She decided she'd go in and talk to him, but she wouldn't reduce herself to begging for the job. It wasn't that important to her.
She stared at the ceiling, wondering what had woken her up.
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Hope you liked it. I also hope you don't see Anzu as the friendship do-gooder that most portray her as (not that there's anything wrong with that). I'm hoping to get seven chapters for this story, one for each day plus prologue. If you'd take the time, please review!
Eheh, please don't judge me on my non-existant french skills. I just stuck the dream sequence into the Google translator and hoped to whatever deity exists that it would translate right. I'm not going to provide a translation right now, because all will be revealed in due time. But if you really want to, I suppose you could translate it yourself, but you'd need to wade through the mess. Sorry!