Hello fellow authors and viewers, I'm back! I hope you all aren't getting annoyed with the whole Akio thing. Sometimes I wonder if it was even nessesary...

Bakura:It's not.

Me:Shut up Fluffy. Anyway, I don't own Yugioh or its characters.(Geeze you should all know that by now) Elecktra belongs to Sorcess of the nile. I only own Akio and the Mazaki family. No flames please, constructive critisicm and good, supprotive comments are very much appreciated.

Bakura:Now start reading

Me:Coud you be any nicer?

Bakrua:No

Me:Thought so -_-

"Anzu, earth to Anzu, hello?"

Anzu blinked, coming back to the real world from her thoughts. Standing in front of her desk was Elecktra and Yugi, both of them looking very concerned. Anzu gave them a fake smile. "Hey guys. What's up?"

Elecktra narrowed her eyes. "We called for you five times. Why didn't you answer?"

Anzu shrugged. "I just have something on my mind, that's all."

Yugi looked at her in concern. "Are you sure you're alright Anzu?"

Anzu smiled. "I'm fine Yugi. Don't worry."

Yugi and Elecktra glanced at each other, but didn't say anything else as they took their seats. Anzu stared blankly at the board as the teacher droned on and on about things happening at the school. She felt her throat tighten as she thought about her father. She couldn't get over the fact that he thought she was reasponsible for Akio's death. She knew she should talk to someone about this, but she didn't want to burden her friends. They had their own lives to deal with.

"Ah, Mr. Bakura. Glad you came to join us today." Mr. Okada said without looking up from his papers.

"Hello." Ryou said shyly and took his seat. Anzu glanced at him, and to her surprise, she began to notice something different about him. His hair seemed a bit pointier and his face a bit sharper. Odd. Yugi's did the same thing when the Pharoah took over his body.

Turning her gaze to the board, as Mr. Okada was begining the math lesson, Anzu noticed something flop on her desk. It was a piece of scratch paper. Opening up, she knew it was from Elecktra, due to her spidery hand writing.

You better tell me what's wrong. I have ways of finding out.

Anzu inwardly shuddered, not wanting to know what she would do. Waiting until the teachers back was turned, she began to write quickly.

When I got home yesterday, I heard my dad talking to my grandma. He doesn't like you, Hiroto, or Jounouchi. He likes Yugi, but that still makes me feel bad.

Anzu quickly placed the note on Elecktra's desk, just a few seconds before the teacher turned around. Scanning over the note quickly, Elecktra began to write again before placing the paper back on her friends desk.

But that wouldn't bother you, you love us. And you never would let that stuff bother you. What else did he say?

Anzu sighed, and began to write again.

He told her he blames me for Akio's death.

When Elecktra got the note, she saw Anzu noticed that her eyes narrowed into anger. Also, her she clenched her left fist, which was laying on her desk.

That bastard! Why would he say that? It was an accident! That's it, I'm going over to your house to teach him a lesson. Did you tell your mom or someone else?

Anzu shook her head as she wrote.

No, Mom wouldn't believe me and Hiro doesn't want to talk about Akio. It's a subject we NEVER talk about. It's like the plague.

Elecktra stared at the note and didn't reply, causing Anzu to wonder what her friend was thinking. Normally, she would have reasponded right away. Sighing again, Anzu turned back to the teacher, not really paying attention. The whole rest of the morning, her mind was focused on her father, Bakura, and Akio.

When the lunch bell rang, Anzu was stopped by Elecktra, who apparently, wanted to talk to her in person.

"Anzu, you need to talk to your family about this."

Anzu shook her head. "No, no one wants to. After his funeral, we avoided it at all costs. It hurts too much even today."

Elecktra stood her ground. "It wouldn't hurt as much if you all talked about it. Avoiding it doesn't do you any good. Trust me, I know."

Anzu sighed. "I know you know. But...I don't want to cause my family anymore stress. And besides, what's the point of digging up old wounds?"

Elecktra put a hand on her shoulder. "But it bothers you. I don't like sad Anzu, I like happy Anzu."

"Thank you Elecktra, but I don't want to talk about it. Now, let's go to lunch."

As they walked out the door, they were immediatly greeted by Ryou. For a strange reason, Elecktra glared at him intensly. Anzu raised an eyebrow at this. "Elecktra, why are you glaring at Ryou?"

Elecktra looked at her. "Anzu, you should know this isn't Ryou."

Anzu's eyes widened. "Ba..Bakura!"

Bakura grinned at her. "Hello my dear."

Elecktra shoved Anzu behind her. "Don't you 'my dear' her you creeper. What do you want?"

Bakura rolled his eyes at her. "We already know each other. Isn't that enough? I wanted to talk with her."

"Oh really? Is that so?"

"Elecktra!" Anzu said in an exasperated tone. "I can handle this. You go to lunch."

Elecktra gave her a look that said she didn't really want to go, but she left anyway. Leaving Bakura and Anzu alone in the hallway. Both of them were quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. Anzu began to feel her lower lip quiver. With tears forming up in her eyes, she lunged herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck, clutching him as if the world was ending right then and there. Bakura smirked and then placed his arms around her. "It's nice to finally get to see you." he murmered.

Anzu sniffed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you sorry for?"

Anzu wipped her eyes. "For forgetting about you. Why aren't you upset?"

Bakura sighed. "I'm not upset because it wasn't your fault. You were reborn into a different cycle, with new memories. That isn't something you control."

"Why was I reborn again?"

Bakura ran a hand through his snow white hair. "I don't know. You should ask the magician or something. More than likely she knows."

Looking at her, he stepped forward. He took her face into his hands. "But that doesn't matter. We've found each other and that's all that matters."

Anzu looked at him uneasily. "Bakura, I love you too, but..."

"But what?"

"I want to take things slowly. Not rush into them."

Bakura looked at her in bewildermeant. "What do you mean take things slowly? I've been waiting for you for a fucking ten thousand years!"Anzu winced at his language, causing him to rethink his words. "Sorry, but I don't quite understand why you want to wait."

Anzu fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "In this generation, people tend to take things slowly. People tend to jump to conclusions if you rush into things. Like, if two people immediatly get married after highschool, people assume that the girl is pregnant."

Bakura snorted. "So, in our past lives that was normal."

Anzu gave a smile. "But in this generation, things have changed. People have chances to do things with their lives."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "And what pray tell, do you want to do with yours?"

Anzu smiled sweetly at him. "I want to go to New York and study dance."

Bakura stared at her, a little part of him was shocked that women had more rights now. Back in Egypt, women had some rights, but not that many. It was still a little nerve racking to see girls so...independent. "You want to study dance...miles and miles away from Domino?"

Anzu nodded. "Yes. That's what I want to do."

"What about us?"

"What do you mean what about us?"

"You don't want me anymore?"

Anzu laughed. "No, its not that. I won't graduate from highschool for two more years. Relax, and I won't leave you. I promise."

Bakura nodded. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."

Anzu giggled, causing Bakura to smirk again. Taking her by the hand, they began to walk to the lunch room. Not either of them knew what the future held, but they were just glad that they had found each other.

"Anzu?"

Anzu looked up from her homework to see her mother standing in the doorway with her apron on. Anzu smiled. "Yes Mom?"

"It's time for dinner. Come on down."

"Okay."

She watched as her mom left the doorway. The minute she was gone, Anzu began to dread dinner. Her father was down there and she really didn't want to see him. Her father probably didn't want to see her either. As she walked down, she noticed Hiro wasn't there, making a small part of her sad.

"Hey Mom, where's Hiro?"

Miku looked up from serving spagetti. "Oh, he went out to eat with a few of his friends, apparently it was someone's birthday." Anzu nodded, but she could tell her mother was lying. What was going on? She also noticed her father wasn't eating very much.

"Hey Dad." She said quietly.

"Hello." He replied gruffly. Standing up, he took his plate in his hand and began to walk towards his office. "I'll be eating in my office!" he called out. Miku stared after him, while Anzu stared at her plate, not feeling very hungry anymore. Miku sat down, a frown on her face. "I wonder what's going on with the men in this house." She said outloud

Anzu shrugged. "I don't know."

Changing the subject, Miku turned to her daughter with a sparkle in her eyes. "So Anzu, the winter dance is coming up. Are you going to ask someone?"

Anzu's face turned red. "Mom? Where did this question come from?"

Miku smiled. "Aha! I knew you liked someone. Who is he? Tell me!"

Anzu shook her head. "It's nobody! Now don't pester me with silly questions."

Miku pouted, but let the subject drop. Anzu finished her dinner quickly and then bolted up to her room to finishe her home work. She didn't really feel like talking to the rest of her family that night.

Me: Well, that's chapter 7! No love triangle just yet, but it will come soon

Bakura:We hoped you enjoyed. I didn't, but you all have your own damn oppinions.

Me:Isn't he just precious? Anyway, Review!

Yami: When do I make an apprearence?

Me:Later. Now get reviewing! Please :)