A/N: Finally some progress with the revolutionshipping! All you reviewers kept saying you were impatient for that to start and I agree, it's taking forever, but to be fair it would be so awkward to have a relationship with someone who's basically your teacher. Alas, this chapter marks the start of some 'real' progress!

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: Anzu's uniform in season 0 was a green skirt with an orange jacket. Also, there is some vague referencing to the Yami no Game's that Yami plays in Season 0. Basically (more towards the beginning, he gets more control throughout the series) whenever he shows up to play a shadow game he looks crazy, he has violet flames in his eyes and this sadistic creepy grin and basically he's really hot and awesome ;) But yah, creepy so...just so you know! And if you lose the Yami no Game (shadow game) you're subject to a penalty game, which varies from person to person. That's the reference to 'passing judgment'. Don't worry, I'm making it sound more complicated than it actually is, if you don't understand, then just ignore it!

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

Walking down the hallway in her flip-flops she was quietly glad for the respite from dance. Her left cheek bone was throbbing sending lightning bolts of pain through her temple and down her jaw. Her only small consolation was she got to see Mutou-san earlier...if he was even there already.

At least she wasn't wearing her stuffy uniform jacket or stiffly pleated skirt. She opted for a tight white tank top and a dark blue skirt that fell about mid thigh and swished pleasantly around her legs, her hair pulled back in messy ponytail.

So it wasn't exactly sexy but seducing her tutor just seemed...wrong somehow anyways. Berating herself she made a mental note that having a crush on a college guy who you hadn't seen in two years and were just now getting to know during your senior year while trying to get a dance scholarship was definitely not a good idea.

Stopping outside the door she took a deep breath, smoothed her outfit once with the arm not wrapped around her books, then opened the door, stepping inside with a small smile on her lips.

He looked up and was startled to see Anzu standing there, amber eyes standing out against her ivory skin without her darker colored hair framing them. He shut his book and couldn't help but smile, beckoning her over.

"You know you don't always have to hesitate in the doorway," He teased and she tried to hide her pleasure over the fact that he hadn't retreated into his super serious mood.

"Hello to you to Mutou-san," She replied with a small laugh, crossing the room where she set down her books. He touched her hand gently before she could sit down and she froze, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you for the flowers," Was all he said and she tried not to blush, she really did, she tried not to think about Yuugi showing up at his door with flowers...she knew she was blushing. Damn.

"I'm the one who needed to thank you, Marik-kun has been much easier to get along with," She replied cheerfully and when he pulled back his hand she sat down, smoothing her skirt gingerly.

"What brings you here so early?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in a quizzical manner as she kept one side of her face turned away from him. Suspicion bubbled up within as she didn't answer right away, obviously searching her mind for a good answer.

"Ishtar-san doesn't seem the type to let you out with a good reason," He commented calmly, gently prodding for an answer in his serious way. Still no response.

"Mazaki-chan..." This time there was real warning in his voice. She turned to face him wincing a little and his crimson eyes (yes, they were definitely crimson Yuugi had told him) widened as he saw the red swelling and darker bruising underneath her left eye.

He mumbled something that sounded remarkably like 'holy luck' which would have made her laugh at the out of character response but his face was darkening rapidly.

"It was just an accident during class," She said but the nervousness in her voice gave her away right off the bat.

"Anzu," He said in a flat low voice, still staring at the left side of her face in a way that sent jittery bolts of electricity through her. Switching his gaze to her eyes he stared her down with an intensity that made her swallow hard. "Tell me that Ishtar-san didn't do this," He demanded and she looked startled at the assumption.

"What? No! He would never hit me!" She exclaimed and he let a sigh of relief, muscles releasing all the tension they had been building. It would have been a good excuse to banish him to the shadow realm but no punishment was enough for any person who manhandled his precious Anzu.

"But someone did hit you?" He followed up a little less scarily although there were still plenty of intense glares to go around. Was it just her imagination or was that faint outline on his forehead the eye of Horus? Ok that was terrifying.

"N-Nothing bad really happened," She stammered quickly. "A girl just...accidentally on purpose kicked me because she was jealous," She said with a fake bright smile on her face which quickly disappeared as his face went blank.

"Another student kicked you in the face because she was jealous? And no teacher did anything?" He demanded in that low voice and she was positive she could feel the air crackling around her.

"Well...yah," She admitted. "She saw me talking to Marik-kun and was annoyed that he picked me for a partner. Nobody could prove it so I didn't make a big deal out of it. It's not that bad" –she cut herself off as he raised a hand.

Flinching at the motion, he stopped then after she had relaxed realizing his intention wasn't to hit her he gently smoothed the bruised skin beneath his finger tips, a dazed expression on his face.

"How could you let someone do that to you?" He said in barely more than a deadly whisper. Snapping out of his trance he quickly pulled his hand back though her heart was already racing with adrenaline.

"Well I didn't let her kick me, and if I fought with her I'd just be doing what she wanted," She said frankly although the distracting violet shadows that were flickering in his eyes kind of took away from the affect.

"Mutou-san...are you alright?" She asked a little nervous again as his fingers curled around the edge of the desk so tightly that they looked bloodless.

"Just give me a minute," He said in a strained voice. She stared doubtfully at those fingers as he shut his eyes, wondering what would snap first –the desk or his bones? The morbid thought made her shiver and she reached across the desk to touch one of his hands gently. It snapped out and clamped down on hers automatically and she couldn't conceal a gasp at the sudden contact.

"Sorry," He murmured quietly opening his eyes where the violet flames of insanity were fading away and he loosened his grip quickly. "That probably frightened you," He said sheepishly, pulling his hands away from the desk and locking them together firmly.

Were those dents in the wood? She tried not to think about it, instead going for a poker face as she sat across the desk from him.

"Frightened? Maybe a little, but if you think that'll get you out of tutoring you're sadly mistaken. It might have come from being kicked in the head but I don't remember a thing about how quadratics relate to physics," She said honestly and they both laughed, more out of relief from the tension draining out of the air than anything else.

As they worked, more as an excuse to talk about something other than his display of temper than anything else, they both seemed distracted by their own thoughts. Not to mention her head still really hurt.

"Mazaki-chan" –

"Anzu," She blurted then flushed as he looked confused. "You can call me Anzu...if you want. Everyone else does," She said guiltily and he smiled gently, expression far away for a moment.

"Anzu-chan then," He agreed and she felt giddy at the way he said it even if she had requested it. "I was just going to say that Ishtar-san seems to have a point. You're in pain," he held up a hand as she began to protest.

"I can see that you are in pain," He continued, "and you should go home and get some rest. You've been working hard lately." She was in pain, it was true, but she was hesitating over something else. He also paused then said with a small smile, "And as long as you don't tell me the name of the girl who hit you I promise not to...pass judgment." She nearly rolled her eyes at the carefully constructed double meaning in his words.

"Good, jealousy gets the better of everyone sometimes," She said firmly. She hadn't enjoyed being kicked in the head but it wouldn't be because of her that the girl received a penalty game.

Standing up he also stood, putting on his jacket with the collar flipped up in such a way that made her want to tell him how unlawfully gorgeous he looked with his amazing hair sticking up and his rebellious leather jacket.

Seeing her stare out of the corner of his eye he wondered once again if she really might have a thing for him. She certainly acted like it sometimes although she had stood up to him just fine when he lost his temper in a dangerous way.

That was one of the many reasons he'd always been...fond...of her, with that fearless confidence. Fond? Who was he kidding she had always been and would always be his favourite as far as females went. He surrendered himself to the impulse.

"I really did like the flowers though, they were very unique," He commented, looking up at her from an angle as he dropped his book into his bag then slung it over his shoulder messenger style. Damn it all, why was he so good looking? She tried desperately to block the thoughts.

"Oh, um, well it was really thanks to Marik-kun, I had to ask him for advice," She said weakly as he took two steps forward, putting his hand gently to her face again, tracing the bruise pattern delicately.

"Then I should thank him to, not only for getting you out of practice instead of making you dance with a head injury, but also for the flowers," He said sweetly sliding his thumb along the side of her face then curling his index finger under her jaw in a way that made her wonder for two crazy seconds if he was going to kiss her.

He examined her a moment longer then said, "It probably won't be so bad tomorrow," with a sigh of acceptance.

"I told you," She grumbled and he chuckled lightly.

"Excuse me for caring," He responded playfully and her face tinted that telltale pink again.

"That's not what I" –he leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek softly –"Meant," She finished weakly and he just laughed again quietly as he put a hand to her head, mussing her hair in the process.

"See you tomorrow, Anzu-chan," He said in possibly the most cheerful voice she had heard from him so far as he released her and simply walked away. Gingerly touching the side of her face she dazedly wondered how it hadn't hurt in the least when he touched it.

Not in the least.

...

Anzu stretched energetically, still feeling the buzz in her blood from yesterday. It almost hadn't seemed real until science where Miho immediately could smell that something was up and demanded all the details.

She hadn't dared give them there and then with him in the room, especially after he called her out for not paying attention half way through class. She had to appreciate that their 'relationship' whatever it was at the moment didn't distract him in the least from doing his job.

She doubted that anyone suspected they were more than teacher-and-student outside of her little circle of friends. She'd spilled all the 'juicy' details to Miho who was absolutely gaa-gaa over what an 'adorable' couple they made and couldn't stop going on about how Anzu was possibly the only girl in the school mature enough for someone like Mutou-san.

The thought brought her up short because it was incredibly similar to what Yuugi had said before as well and that brought her to the other thing that was bothering her.

"It's just that despite this month and the past we have," Miho gave her a strange look at that and she quickly covered cursing her tongue. Something told her that if he wanted people to know about him being the 'other Yuugi' he would have said something about it by now.

"I mean, all the past stuff that's gone on over the month," She corrected, sating her friend, "I don't even know his name! He started calling me Anzu-chan, although who knows how long that will last with his mood swings, but all I've ever had to call him by is" –

"Mutou-san?" A curious voice interrupted. She almost yelped in surprise as she spun to face the intruder. Bakura just blinked sweet innocent eyes like melted chocolate at the two females, eyes that could break a heart of stone she figured.

"Are you talking about Mutou-san?" He repeated more articulately and Miho looked flustered as she tried to cover while Anzu just blushed miserably. It was the only thing she could faithfully do whenever someone brought him up. Having a crush on her TA was so embarrassing!

"I think it's cute," Bakura simply said with a shrug, pulling his arm across his body for a stretch with a contented look on his face. Anzu looked at him doubtfully.

"Well you two clearly like each other, and it's not against any rules I know of," Bakura argued.

"Geez, here we go with the 'clearly' thing again. I'm a horrible actor," Anzu mumbled, palming her face with a groan.

"You are, but it just makes it more cute," Bakura assured her cheerfully and she could just groan.

"Does he even have a first name?" She grumbled more to herself since Miho was innocent of his past and if Bakura knew then he showed no signs of it. Besides, he'd always been just as innocent as Miho. She was surprised they never dated though he was a bit more...serious then her and of course, there was also Honda to think about.

"He does, I'm sure he'll tell you if you ask him," Bakura responded in a more soulful voice as he looked at her meaningfully. She was startled that he had even heard her and even more so at his answer.

"Do you...?" She trailed off questioningly and he nodded slowly, not looking at her to seem less conspicuous in case Miho was keeping tabs on the conversation.

"I found out at the beginning," He said with a small shrug, switching stretches, lifting his perfectly pointed foot behind his back.

"So you know what happened? To make him this way?" She continued prodding hesitantly, concern colouring her voice more than curiosity. What could have gone down to split the two souls and why did Bakura know? Furthermore, why hadn't he told anyone? He nodded again, flipping back his voluminous white hair from his innocently feminine face.

"Can you" –

"If I know him, then I think he'd like to tell you himself when he's ready," He said quietly and she sighed to herself. He had a point but she still didn't like it.

"But really, you two make a cute couple," He continued abruptly changing back to his cheerful tone.

"Don't they?" Miho agreed avidly, rejoining the conversation flawlessly.

"W-we're not a couple," Anzu stammered.

"But he kissed you!" Miho objected and Bakura looked surprised.

"He did?"

"Only on the cheek, you don't have to read so much into it," Anzu murmured but her glowing cheeks gave her away as usual. Damn it, there had to be a way to stop that!

"I told you that you guys were cute. It's far more romantic for him to build up to a relationship," Bakura continued, seeming a little dazed in his cheerfulness. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "It wouldn't be as much fun if it all happened at once," He pointed out and it clicked for her.

It was just being dazed so much as dreamy.

"What happened to you Bakura-kun?" She teased, bumping him lightly. His eyes widened innocently and she almost couldn't accuse him with a look like that on his face. It was just so...cute. Like a little kid. Nobody liked yelling at little kids. Of course she wasn't really yelling at him.

"Is there a girl?" She teased, ribbing him gently and he just looked genuinely confused at that. Miho started laughing and when he suddenly started blushing she knew she was missing something.

"It's not funny," He whined to his purple haired dance partner, pale cheeks an obvious red. She put a hand over her mouth but couldn't stop giggling as though there was some sort of hilarious inside joke.

Feeling someone's eyes on her, Anzu glanced over her shoulder and was confused to see Marik's gaze switching rapidly between her, Miho and Bakura as though trying to figure something out. He didn't even notice her looking back which was strange in and of itself.

That was when a thought struck her when she thought about what she had said and Miho's strange reaction as well as Bakura's embarrassment. She wondered if maybe 'girls' weren't exactly Ryou Bakura's type.

"Um...Bakura...are you...?" She started awkwardly, looking at her friend curiously. She wasn't sure why the thought had never occurred to her before; after all he was strangely feminine for a boy even if he was also unduly nice which was probably why few people ever did question him.

Miho cupped her hand to her mouth, widening her eyes at her friend as she mouthed, "He's gay," to her.

"Oh...my bad," Anzu said quickly, not missing Bakura's mortified expression though it couldn't have been that big of a secret if Miho didn't feel bad telling her.

"Soo..." She dragged out, looking slyly at Bakura as she gathered her courage. "Is there a boy then?" She questioned and he let out a squeak of alarm, looking ready to pass out as Miho tried to control her new fit of giggles at the expression on his face.

She'd never seen a boy look so relieved as when the teacher announced the start of class and he got to move to his side of the room.

"Ryou's been like this for awhile now," Miho informed her, an evil glitter in her eyes that Anzu hadn't seen before. After a revelation like that Anzu had a new appreciation for her and Bakura's friendship, it was sort of cute yet completely unromantic.

Plus she was one of the only people she had ever heard call him Ryou, a name he seemed to prefer despite it being his last. She suspected that it had to do with the incident involving the millennium ring where he was taken over by the 'evil Bakura'.

"I think he has a crush on one of the guys in the class but he won't tell me who. Lately he's been hanging around after the bell though," Miho continued, looking around the room as though the culprit who had stolen Bakura's affection would step forward.

Glancing back over her shoulder she caught sight of Marik who was standing just behind and to the side of Bakura, giving him cautiously curious looks as though still trying to figure something out. She remembered his comment from yesterday, I can't tell if he's scared of me or if he's hitting on me.

Could it be possible that the two girls' dance partners were actually interested in each other?

"I think I may just know who his mystery crush is..." She said eyeing the pair across the room.

A/N: So I hope that was too confusing for anyone! I tried to make it as vaguely clear as possible...what an oxymoron...of course, I'm an oxymoron minus the oxy so, my apologizes xD Also, chapter dedication for anyone who recognizes the line I directly quoted from the Season 0 anime ;)

Here's a preview for the next chapter:

"Our tutoring sessions need to stop," He said, looking her straight in the eyes.

Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun...Good luck waiting for the next chapter!