It had taken a while for Seto to finally go back to sleep. His mind was restless with the woman he loved tossing and turning with another man's name on her lips. He knew something was up, something he couldn't ignore now. And now he knew it had to do with him.

But he was gone. They had all watched him leave back to wherever he had come from. Seto, although rather reluctantly, accepted this and had decidedly moved on. He had never expected to hear about this Pharaoh again and now Anzu was singing his name in the night.

It certainly was unnerving.

His mind finally went to ease as Anzu had settled down after her wakeup call from him. He was so frightened for her and it pained him to see her struggle so much. He knew in the morning he would have to see what was going on and how to end it. But for now sleep was calling him into her comforting arms.

Anzu was exhausted. Her rest had been uneasy as she was constantly tossing and turning for the majority of the night. Her dreams were filled with hues of red and purple and she wondered how Seto had fallen asleep due to her uneasiness.

Her mind reeled the strange dream she had of lying in that field with Atem. It was very strange and it oddly felt real. As though she herself was actually there. It made her feel less physical in her world.

She sighed and quickly shook her head of insane thoughts. She didn't know what was going on but would push it to the back of her mind for now. She had to focus on her life in the present and right now she had to start getting ready for her classes.

She looked at the small digital clock she kept in her bathroom and saw she had just about half an hour to get ready, eat, and make it to the studio. She smiled knowing with all these strange occurrences happening around her, her life really hadn't changed that much. It brought a sense of relief over her. Normalcy was definitely not overrated.

Anzu quickly hopped into the shower and allowed the warm spray of the hot water to envelope her skin and soothe out her tense muscles. She needed to relax herself and this was the first step in achieving that. She quickly got out, although rather reluctantly as she preferred the warm jets to the cold tiled floor but time was running out. She quickly made a towel wrap around her body and brushed her hair. She knew she probably would not have time to dry it so she quickly put it up in a tight wet bun.

Exiting the bathroom, a long trail of steam followed her into her cold bedroom. She looked to see Seto sitting on her bed with his laptop on a pillow. He looked up at her and sent her a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes. She could see something laced behind the glassy exterior of his stormy orbs but chose to ignore whatever was bothering him at the moment. She had a feeling it had to do with last night. She so naively thought he would have ignored it or at least forgotten it.

"Good morning." He quietly stated before looking back at his laptop screen.

Anzu stared at him for a moment, her arm unconsciously tightening around the soft cloth that was her only sense of cover. She knew he was looking at his laptop screen but she couldn't help but feel his stare penetrating pass the steely exterior. It unnerved her and she knew any moment now he would want to talk about last night. But she didn't have the energy nor time. It was getting late and she still needed to get dressed. Quickly she grabbed some dance clothes and walked back into the bathroom to change. She emerged hastily and murmured a soft goodbye to Seto. She could feel him watching her intently as she grabbed her bag by the door and left rather hurriedly.

The line in the coffee house was too long. Anzu impatiently tapped her foot on the ground and made constant eye contact with the rather slow barista behind the dark wood counter and her watch. Her face was contorted in an irritated frown and she wanted nothing more than to push the arrogant and sluggish patrons of the coffee house out of the way just to receive her medium hot coffee with cream and just a little sugar.

Many impossibly long minutes later as she was just about to contemplate leaving the establishment it was her turn.

"What can I get for you miss?" the small mousy cashier asked.

Anzu relayed her order rather quickly causing the girl to ask her to repeat it which only irritated Anzu further. She wasn't sure why her mood had changed to the worst. It couldn't possibly be because of the slow service. She had been to this place several times and although they weren't the fastest shop, they had the best coffee. It was true she was running late, but her mood usually didn't turn this sour because of it. She softened her features a bit as she waited for her order to be sat on the long dark wood. She watched the baristas work and reminded herself it wasn't them she was angry at. She wasn't sure exactly who she was truly angry at but she needed to calm herself. She would get her coffee soon.

Coffee in hand and with a relative smile on her face, Anzu made her way toward the dance studio. She jogged up to the small building that held many pictures of her students on the front wearing their tutus and other costumes. Meme's Dance Studio glowed above her in a pink light with the same name written on the giant window in the front in the same bright pink. The ballet slippers seemingly hanging off the word Studio made Anzu smile every time she passed it.

She had started taking classes here when she was younger by Miss Meme herself who had since retired. Now her own daughter was running the studio and as soon as Anzu decided to apply for a position as an instructor she was hired.

Her dream of becoming a dancer never died but the means to getting to where she wanted to be only became more and more difficult. She had decided early on she would not be traveling to New York or Paris for she could not leave her family or friends behind. It was too hard for her at the time and she needed their support and the familiarity of home more than ever. It was a pity he left just as she was ending school. Who knows where she would be now if she had found the strength to leave her home behind.

But for now Anzu had gotten admission to The Domino City Performing Arts Center and was honing her beloved craft there. The school was great and her instructors were wonderful and inspiring people, but Anzu could never shake the thoughts of what if that occasionally entered her mind after many agencies had rejected her for other worthy dancers. When her own agency decided to give her a chance she made sure they did not regret their decision. Anzu had decided to work twice as hard as everyone at the Center to secure a spot for herself in the dancing community as someone to look out for. Now in her final year and with more opportunities, as well as a teaching position, she felt like her life was starting to fall into place.

Entering the small abode, she wondered how she would find the strength to ever leave this place. Each student she taught had become a sort of extension for her. She hoped and prayed they would all become amazing and talented dancers one day. The world was harsh and the innocence of the children always put Anzu into perspective.

She greeted the receptionist Kimie, and continued on toward her small makeshift office. Meme's daughter could see the impact Anzu was having on her students and the parents who adored her teaching style and method, that she created an office of sorts for the young dancer. It was a small room, bigger than a closet, smaller than a regular bedroom equipped with its own desk, bookshelf and wall filled with mirrors. Anzu has specifically asked for the mirrors to be placed so she could see herself stretch before and after classes.

She placed her bag down in the chair behind her desk and outstretched her arms. Sighing she continued stretching out further and then moved her body from side to side. It helped wake her up and she could feel her sore back start to feel a little better. The stretches continued until Anzu could hear the small cheers and cries of students piling into the studio next to her office. She smiled and took the last sip of her coffee before heading out.

"Hello guys!" she greeted the little girls and boys as she entered the wooden space.

They all immediately cheered and arose from their sitting position to quickly bow to Anzu. She couldn't help but laugh at how cute they looked.

"Okay." She said clapping her hands. "Now we will begin in first position."

Tutus and slippers scuffed the wooden floors as the students filed along toward the long wooden bar situated to the far right of the room. Anzu smiled and began her lesson.

Seto had the feeling Anzu did not want to talk about whatever had happened last night. He could feel it almost radiating off of her so he said nothing. Although it proved to be very difficult. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her and he wanted to solve whatever this was as quickly as possible. Frankly, he found it quite irritating that she wasn't being so candor about it. He knew Atem, or the Pharaoh, or whoever that other Yugi was, was special to her. He would never understand why, but he could tell she did care for him. He just couldn't understand why she was suddenly dreaming of him. It has been so long and now the name was giving him headaches once more.

Rubbing his temples in frustration he quickly ordered his secretary to get him more coffee and went back to work on the new and improved Kaiba Corp virtual reality game for duelists. It was something him and Mokuba had been working on and it was just about done. He was now trying to get the kinks out before he could get a prototype ready.

No matter how much he tried to immerse himself in work, he couldn't stop thinking about Anzu. This was truly bothering him, more than he would like. He had to stop himself from leaving his office and heading towards the dance studio she worked at to demand answers. He knew this wouldn't work and she would probably be furious as he had done something similar long ago before they were dating. He couldn't help but smile at the memory and continued on impatiently waiting for his secretary to return with his hot drink.

Anzu took a giant drink of her water. She allowed the cool liquid to enter her body in big gulps. She never felt so tired. After three classes and some crying she was finally done for the day. It was just past six and she could see the sky changing from a bright blue to different hues of purple, pink and red. The sun was setting and the last rays were warming her heated cheeks as she took a small breath of the warm air. This was her favorite time of day. It felt like dawn but was closer to twilight and she always wondered how that could be.

She started her trek home and decided to walk instead of taking the subway. It wasn't too long and she wasn't sure if Seto would be showing up at her home tonight. If so she would rather take her time reaching her dwelling.

Anzu walked through the many neighborhoods of Domino and could feel the hunger eat at her stomach as the aroma of spicy ramen poked at her nose.

Maybe it was a mistake walking.

With her mind on food she hadn't noticed the tall burly man wearing all black with his hood up start to follow her. Anzu was in a district that didn't have as many streetlights or pedestrians making the glow of the moon her only source of light and companion.

The man started to speed up as Anzu continued to walk in blissful ignorance, but it was when she could hear the footsteps start to come closer did she turn around.

She saw the man who hadn't stopped his encounter toward her speed up and felt the panic seep in. At first she couldn't move for fear had taken over, but her legs finally responded to her mind that danger was near and she ran. She could hear the slapping of her conspirator's shoes hitting the concrete behind her which only made her run faster.

She turned around to see if she had created some distance between them but hadn't noticed the change in height of the concrete in front of her causing her to trip. She gasped out loudly as her knees scratched the hard surface and hissed as her hands scraped the rough rock. She could hear the man come up behind her and grabbed her arm.

"Why are you running from me pretty girl?" He sneered at her.

Anzu looked at the man's frightening face. A deep scar ran from his chin down to his neck and into his shirt and Anzu couldn't help but wonder how he could have possibly gotten such a horrid injury. She snapped herself out of such ridiculous thoughts and braced herself for whatever this man wanted. She needed to escape him and fast.

Anzu was pushed into a nearby ally and watched the man grab something from behind his jacket. To her horror she could see the glint of the metal coming from its chamber and could feel the tears start to well in her eyes. It was a gun.

"Now, I don't want to hurt you but I do want your wallet." He spoke almost calmly to Anzu which caused goosebumps to rise all along her back. She slowly took her bag and retrieved the wallet the man was looking for.

He snatched it from her hands and she removed herself from his grip and slowly started walking backwards to create as much distance between them as possible. Unfortunately, her back soon hit the brick of the building behind her and Anzu could feel the tears start to fall from her eyes. Would she truly die today?

Anzu watched the man inspect her wallet and slowly started inching her way toward the exit of the alleyway. He noticed her small movements and quickly grabbed her back. Anzu grimaced at the pain of constantly being yanked in the same arm and knew it would certainly bruise.

"Oh no I'm not done with you."

She watched his face contort into a wicked smile and Anzu suddenly felt her body go cold.

No.

"Let me go!" she screamed. Her voice came out shriveled and dry. She tried to swallow but felt it was stuck in the back of her throat.

She tried screaming once more but he only grabbed her and placed his dirty hands over her mouth. Biting was useless as his hold on her was too tight.

The tears started to flow down more rapidly as she started to run out of options. How could this happen to her, she was just coming from dance classes. It was all so normal.

The man started to remove her long sweater she wore over her tights and dress. She struggled against his tight grip but it proved to be useless.

Slowly as he started to take off the dress she could feel her energy drain and her mind go blank. She could feel the soothing numbness start to overcome her and she knew she was getting close to giving in.

Please anyone, save me.

A bright light cut into the thick darkness of the alley. The man stopped what he was doing to inspect whatever was happening.

"Did you call the cops? You bitch." He was about to slap Anzu when she saw his arm get caught half way. He looked at it in confusion.

"What the-." His words were cut off by an unknown figure throwing him across the alley. The man hit the far end and Anzu could hear the crack of his skull against the brick. It was a sound she never wanted to hear ever again.

She turned immediately wiping her face and picking up her belongings. As she started to leave the disastrous scene she saw the eye of Anubis glow within the dark and vanish.