Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh.

Hey, I just got another idea for a wonderful fanfic! Right now (after I finish this chapter) I'm working on updating my fics. I'm going to updating less and less as the end of school rolls around. I've got a WHAP exam coming up (World History AP; I'm taking the AP exam to place out of college hours) and I need to study for the test.

At the end of this chapter, I'll start the voting on the pairings. I'm trying to not just focus this story on Anzu, but on Serenity as well.

Summary: Anzu Mazaki has never had a day of fun in her life. She loves school, ballet, and everything about her proper life in Odaiba. However, her life changes when she moves to Domino. Soon, she'll have to attend a public high school, make new friends, and take care of herself. Can a poet, an energetic dreamer, and a gangster help her realize what she's missing out on in her life?


Crayons

By: Chi Yagami


Prologue

"Daddy, where's Mommy going?"

"She's going away for a while, Pumpkin."

"To where?"

"To a place far away."

"Will she be safe there?"

"Of course. It's a beautiful little island! She's going to have the best time ever…"

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

"I'm going to miss her so much…"

"Don't worry, Daddy; I'll take care of you!"

"Princess… I'll always be here for you."

"Swear?"

"Yeah… I pinky-promise."

"Okay. Is Mommy coming back soon?"

"Of course, Princess."

"Yeah right," she grumbled, getting out of bed. Anzu walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her school uniform. As she pulled on the short, striped skirt and buttoned the white shirt, she cursed herself over and over again for ever trusting her father. She put on her tie and knee socks. Her father had promised that Mother would come back soon. He'd promised he'd never leave her. And where was he now? Busing himself with work, no doubt. He was never home to see Anzu anymore; he never even came home. He went out partying with friends. The only good thing he did was leave her money.

"Mother didn't leave for some island," Anzu told herself. "She died that day."

Of course, being five at the time, she hadn't understood what'd really happened. She'd gone along with her father's raw explanation and had left it at that. But as she'd gotten older, she figured it out. The last she'd seen her dad, Anzu had asked him about her mother. 'Still on her island,' he'd said. He was drunk. Her father had started drinking a year after his wife's death, and he could never tell what was reality and what was fantasy.

She wound her auburn hair up into a tight knot at the back of her head. Her dance bag lay open on the bed, and her shelves were covered with dance memorabilia. Her window seat had a pink pillow on it. The table in the center of the room was topped with an exquisite tea set. It had never been used. Her room was the largest on the second floor of the Mazaki mansion. Anzu pinned back her bangs and grabbed her backpack. Swinging her dance bag over her shoulder and taking a muffin, she exited her house. She ordered her chauffer to take her to Hansawa Private School for Girls.


"Miss Mazaki, a perfect score as usual," Nahin-sensei told Anzu. The other girls glared at her enviously, but she ignored them. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, she hurried into the cafeteria.

"Isn't that Mazaki?" one of the girls asked. "She used to be so friendly to me when I used to live here."

"Yeah, well, ever since her mother died, she's shut up," another replied. "Her father's never around, and Anzu ignores everyone and keeps herself busy with dance and homework."

"She's taking all Honors classes, even Dance. And Honors Dance is very hard."

"Well, according to her, she must have a perfect GPA to get into college."

Anzu ignored the other girls' comments as she picked out her lunch: a salad, milk, and for desert, some yogurt. She sat down at one of the tables inside. Most girls ate outside, but Anzu preferred to eat in well-ventilated areas. She didn't want insects landing on her food, and besides, she loved being alone. She popped her pills into her mouth and drank out of her water bottle.

When school was over, Anzu attended additional ballet practice for five hours until nine o'clock. When she got home, she did her homework and took a shower, and if there was time before ten o'clock, she might eat dinner. She took another few pills before turning out her light.


"Nii-sama," Mokuba wailed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling up Anzu," Seto Kaiba replied.

"Anzu?" Mokuba asked, his head popping up from below the back of the sofa. "I love it when Anzu comes over! And we haven't see her in years!"

"Yes, well, our cousin has constantly refused to visit ever since she was nine," Seto replied annoyed.

Why didn't Anzu want to visit? She used to joke about how he'd been the one ignoring family calls, and now what was she doing? She's always been a happy, perky little girl from what he remembered, and Mokuba loved hanging around her.

"Why are you calling her?"

"I'm being forced to attend the Domino High Winter Dance next Friday because I'm Valedictorian. I have to bring a date."

"Why not just ask one of the girls in your fan club?" Mokuba asked jokingly. Seto frowned.

"As if."

"Well, at least you're going. I swear, you never have fun anymore, Nii-sama. You need to get out and party."

Seto Kaiba sighed. He'd rather be wrapped up in a business meeting than go to some school dance. However, it gave him a reasonable excuse to call Anzu. She was the only person besides Mokuba whom he cared about, and ever since she'd stopped visiting, he'd been worried about her. He knew what she was going through; both his parents were dead. He'd gone to her mother's funeral, and he'd been surprised when Anzu had told him that her mother was off on some island to return soon. Seto had never favored her father, but Anzu's mother had been like a nanny to him. After his parent's had died, she'd taken them in for a while, before they'd been adopted.

"Blast, the answering machine. Oh, uhh… Hello, Anzu. It's Seto Kaiba, your cousin. I'm calling because, well, we haven't seen each other in a while… and I'm being forced to go to a school dance on account of I'm Valedictorian… I have to bring a date, and I was hoping you'd save me from asking some stupid schoolgirl… I'll be, uhh, awaiting your reply. Bye. Oh, and Mokuba's reminding me he loves you. Bye…"


She sighed. She couldn't call Seto back. Anzu hadn't seen him in seven years; what would she say? Even so, she didn't have time to attend some silly dance… but by the way he said it, it seemed Seto didn't want to go either.

"He's still the same old Seto Kaiba, all work and no play. Yeah, well I'm not the same girl he used to know. However… I can't ignore what he said about Mokuba."

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her cousin's cell number.

Seto Kaiba was currently in the middle of an important meeting when his cell phone went off. He cursed himself for forgetting to turn it off, and he was about to put it away when he noticed the number.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have to take this call," he apologized to his clients. They grumbled but nodded. He left the room and headed for a private area.

"Hello?"

"Hey Seto…"

"Anzu!" he said cheerfully. "I'm so glad you called back!"

"Yeah… Well, so what's all this about a dance?" she asked him. She wasn't too keen on going to a dance or wearing a formal dress.

"Well, I'm Valedictorian of my high school—"

"Congratulations!" Anzu said, clapping. She heard her cousin laugh on the other end of the line.

"Thanks. The only problem with being Valedictorian is that the principle has required that I be at all of the school dances, including the Winter Dance and the Spring Dance. Also, they're requiring that I bring a date. So, I'm asking you," he explained.

"Why me? I know you said something about not wanting to ask a schoolgirl… There aren't any girls you like over in Domino?"

"Not a single one. They've created this 'Seto Kaiba Fan Club' and it's annoying me."

"Hahaha," she laughed. "Wow… I haven't laughed in a long time…"

"Yeah… How are you doing?"

"Fine…"

"Okay… How's your, umm, dad?"

"He's okay… probably off getting drunk somewhere…"

"Oh…"

"So, Seto, when is this dance thing?" she asked, bringing the conversation back on topic.

"Next Friday from seven o'clock pm to midnight. Can you come?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't have dance practice… Oh yeah, I'm still in ballet… but I don't have any dresses…"

"That's okay; I'll pick you up after school and we can go shopping. I'll bring Mokuba along," he added. Anzu smiled.

"Okay… Will I have to dance? I mean, like other people do?"

"Of course not. There is no way I'm dancing either!" Seto replied. "So I'll pick you up from school at four?"

"Okay. Bye."

Mokuba danced around the living room singing "She's coming, she's coming!"


After school on that Friday, Anzu put her books up in her locker. She walked outside to the front of the school where girls were being picked up.

"Hey, Anzu, where's your driver?" one of the girls asked mockingly. "Doesn't he usually wait around the corner for you?"

"Yeah," her friend said, "what are you doing out front?"

"None of your business," she muttered.

"Awe, do you have a date? Some pathetic ballet cross dresser, no doubt—"

Anzu had the girl's arm twisted around her back in five seconds flat.

"Don't you dare say that about my cousin ever again!" she yelled. She pushed the girl into her group of friends and headed over to the black limo that had just pulled up. The girl ran up behind Anzu and pushed her onto the ground. She turned to face her attacker but got punched in the nose. The girl squeezed Anzu's arm so tight it began to turn blue.

"How do like some of your own medicine, brat?"

Suddenly, the girl was smacked in the face. Her friends gasped as they looked up at the fierce Seto Kaiba. He pulled the girl off Anzu and helped her stand up.

"If you ever mess with my cousin again, you won't be able to use that arm of yours," he threatened, supporting Anzu. The pair walked (well, hobbled in Anzu's case) off to the limo. As soon as they were inside the limo, Seto apologized to Anzu.

"Why did that girl jump on you?" he asked, handing her a Kleenex to stop the flow of blood from her nose. Her arm had a large bruise, and her cheeks were flushed. But Anzu wasn't crying. She hadn't cried ever since the day when she'd realized her mother was dead.

"That girl insulted you, so I twisted her arm."

"And you stood up for me?" he asked, chuckling.

"Hi, Anzu," said a small voice. Mokuba waved and scooted closer. He hadn't said anything before because Anzu'd been busy.

"Hey, Mokuba," she said, hugging him. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm so glad you came; I've missed you."

"Me too."

"Too bad the first thing we have to do is find a dress," he said, sticking his tongue out. Anzu laughed.

"Anzu, why is your hair in a bun?" Seto asked out of the blue.

"Well, I have dance everyday, and it's easier just to have it up. I don't like it down…"

"Oh."

They stopped by several different dress shops, but the only dress that Anzu would agree to wear was a sleeveless blue one, and only because it had a high neckline and Seto promised to let her borrow his purple trench coat. He noticed how sad Anzu looked on the way to his mansion. It wasn't because of something that had happened; it was like she had changed into a sad person. He knew though, that somewhere inside, she wanted to be happy, otherwise she wouldn't be so cheery around him and Mokuba.

Around six-thirty, Seto and Anzu left for the dance. Mokuba wanted to go along, but he wasn't allowed to. The principle was ecstatic when Seto showed up with a date.

"My goodness," she beamed. "Mr. Kaiba, you've actually managed to convince yourself to get a date! My, my, my…"

"This is my cousin, Anzu," he replied stiffly. The principle looked a bit disappointed that he hadn't brought a girlfriend or something, but waved off the two so that she could greet other students.

"Seto," Anzu whispered, clutching his arm, "I feel out of place. I knew I shouldn't have come."

"No, I wanted you to. We don't have to dance," he said. "Let's just sit and catch up on time."

And, indeed, that's what they did for a while. Seto told Anzu all about how Mokuba was doing in seventh grade and about his business. In exchange, Anzu told him about ballet and her school.

"So neither of us have any friends, huh?" Anzu laughed.

"Well, you and Mokuba are my friends…"

"We're family. Of course, it's not like I want to be friends with anyone at my school," Anzu said slowly.

"Me either."

Soon, by seven-thirty, many other students had arrived. Seto frowned when he saw Yugi Muto and his usual gang of dopes enter.

"Yami," Yugi asked his older brother, "who's that sitting with Kaiba?"

Yami Muto and Seto Kaiba were in the same grade. They were both seniors, along with Mai Valentine and Isis Ishtar, Yami's date. Yugi and his friends, Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, Ryou Hitori, Miho Nozaka, Serenity Wheeler, and Malik Ishtar were all sophomores, save Joey who was a junior. Malik's older brother, Marik, was a junior too. His best friend was Ryou's twin brother Bakura. Malik also had an older sister, Isis. Another sophomore, Duke Devlin, also hung out with Marik and Bakura.

"I have no clue. Although I do know that Kaiba had to bring a date, so that's probably his date…"

Isis dragged Yami out onto the dance floor, and Joey went off to find Mai. Miho and Tristan went to get some drinks while the others found a large table for the group.

"So, Ryou," Serenity asked, "where's your bro?"

"I don't know… probably with Duke and Marik somewhere," he replied.

Serenity, Ryou, and Bakura were best friends. Bakura hung out with Marik and Duke occasionally, but he spent most of his time with his two friends. Bakura wasn't as devilish as the other two boys; he had enough common sense to not be a total rule-breaker, even though out of him, Serenity, and Ryou, he was the bad one. So Bakura had two groups of friends.

Ryou was a poet. He loved writing about stuff Serenity dreamed up, and sometimes wrote about person experiences. Serenity liked to believe that fairy tales would come true. She always spent class time daydreaming about her knight in shining armor.

Yugi chose a table close to Kaiba. Ryou, Serenity, and Malik all sat down, waiting for Tristan and Miho.

"Can you believe those two?" Malik asked. "I bet they only volunteered to get the drinks together so that they can be alone."

"So?" Serenity said, smoothing her dress. "I think it's romantic…"

Ryou grinned. Serenity always talked about how she wished some guy would come up to her and sweep her off her feet someday. Malik had tried that once, but he'd ended up being smacked in the face. Of course, he'd only been joking and making fun of his friend. Malik's old girlfriend had dumped him after he'd kissed her, so he had put up a defensive wall against anything romantic.

"Yuck," he said.

"I still want to know who that girl is," Yugi said. "I never imagined Kaiba actually coming to a dance, let alone bringing a date."

"Yeah," Malik agreed.

"Hey, Malik, look," Ryou said. "Your brother, Duke, and my brother are here at last."

Malik shook his head. "He's probably just looking for some slut to dance with at a bar…"

"Well, he's eyeing Kaiba's date," Yugi said apprehensively.

"Marik, what are we doing at a dance?" Bakura asked. "I don't want my brother or Serenity to see me or they'll surely drag me over to their group of friends…"

"I thought you hated that Yugi punk? Why are you hanging out with your brother anyway? I thought he hung out with Yugi?"

"I only hang out with my brother sometimes."

Marik smirked. "Look boys… Seto Kaiba's found himself a date after all."

"Really?" Duke asked. "I was starting to think that he was gay or had some kind of hormone problem. You never see that dude with a girl."

"I'm going to go ask her to dance," Marik said. "Kaiba's definitely not entertaining her enough."

"Marik," Bakura warned, "you don't know if she's one of those girls… I mean, would Kaiba bring a girl that does drugs or stays out past midnight? I bet she's a good one…"

"Exactly," Marik said, licking his lips. "And I'll bet she's a virgin, too."

Bakura rolled his eyes. Marik and Duke were such perverts. Bakura got detention a lot, but compared to those two, Bakura was an angel. At least he didn't do drugs.

"Seto, I still feel weird," Anzu said. "I like talking to you, but I feel like everyone's staring at us."

"Nonsense."

Although Kaiba new that, in fact, most people were staring over in their direction.

"If they are staring, it's because they're shocked to see me with a date," he explained.

"Yes," Marik agreed, startling the two. He smirked at Kaiba before looking at Anzu.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked her.

"N-No," she said, shaking her head. She was terrified of the type of dancing that she had been watching the students do. Besides, this guy was creeping her out. He looked like some sort of gangster.

"Come on," Marik teased. "I know you want to, and I'm sure Kaiba's not going to ask you."

Seto glared at Marik. Even though Marik didn't know that Anzu was his cousin, Marik still wanted to embarrass him.

"Actually, Anzu, would you like to dance?" Seto asked hastily before Marik could say anything else. She nodded, glad to get away from the table.

"Well, I'll be waiting," Marik said, narrowing his eyes at Kaiba. Seto pulled Anzu out onto the dance floor, well aware that everyone had gone quiet and was now watching them.

"Seto, I don't like this," Anzu hissed. "Get me out of here!"

"Unfortunately, I am required to stay. Come on, Anzu, just one dance," he said. "Otherwise that guy will keep pestering you."

Anzu sighed. She had never been around any boys in her life, save Seto and Mokuba. She hadn't been prepared for boys, but she trusted Seto enough to nod.

The DJ put on a fairly slow song for Kaiba (he wasn't going to embarrass himself to a fast song either). Unfortunately, neither Kaiba nor Anzu knew how to dance, so it ended up looking very weird. They couldn't keep up with each other's steps, and Anzu looked very uncomfortable with her hand wrapped around her cousin's neck.

"I can't believe you talked me into this!" she growled. "This is the worst night of my life!"

Seto felt sorry for her, but he wasn't sure whether to keep dancing or not. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around.

"Ryou," he said, "what?"

"Umm, would you like some help?" he asked quietly, looking at Anzu. He could tell she didn't like being out on the dance floor alone and doing it wrong. Kaiba backed off to let Ryou take over. He wasn't too happy that one of Yugi's friends was dancing with his cousin, but he supposed that Ryou was only trying to help.

Ryou took Anzu hands and placed them around his neck. He felt her tense up when he placed his own hands on her waist.

"What are you doing?" she asked him through gritted teeth.

"Helping you," he replied.

"I don't need your help," she scoffed.

"Maybe not, but I want to dance with you anyway."

She looked at his face for the first time. His big brown eyes were soft and he had long white hair. She held her breath and choked inwardly for almost thinking this boy might be cute. He began to dance slowly, trying to show her where to put her feet. Soon, they were dancing correctly – well, almost correctly. Other couples joined them on the dance floor, and Anzu felt herself sink into a new place of emotions. What was wrong with her? She seemed to suddenly realize she was dancing with a strange boy and stopped.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," she muttered, walking over to Seto and telling him she was leaving.

"Anzu," Seto called after her, "I'll drive you home! You can't walk by yourself at night! Anzu!"

Anzu stormed out of the school and walked quickly back towards her home. When she reached the corner of a street she wasn't familiar with, she called her chauffer to come get her. Once in the car, she called Seto's house and told Mokuba to tell Seto she was fine.


When she was at last in the comfort of her own home, she went up to her room and began to do her weekend homework. She sat at her desk quietly, not want to remember what had just happened.

She'd actually let a boy put his hands on her waist.

She'd actually put her arms around a boy's neck.

She'd actually danced with a boy she didn't even know the name of.

Dancing with Seto had been different. They'd been struggling together. But when that other boy had taken her hands, it was as if someone had plugged her into an outlet. Something had been different, but she couldn't figure out what. Had she been scared? No. Angry? Yes… she supposed.

The phone rang suddenly, and she slowly reached for it.

"Yes?" she asked in a monotoned voice, hoping it to be anyone but Seto.

"Is Miss Mazaki there?" a man's voice asked. "We have some news regarding her father."

Anzu sighed. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be anything worth listening to. It was probably his banker or something, reminding her that it was time to pay the bills.

"No, but I'll be sure to tell her that it's time to pay the bills," she replied. It was so much easier to pretend to be someone else.

"There won't be any bills. Miss Mazaki no longer has any money."

"What?" she asked. She was surprised to hear that, but no hint of shock could be heard in her voice.

"Mr. Mazaki was hit in a car accident. He currently resides in the Domino Hospital, and the hospital bill is large," the man told her. "Mr. Mazaki's money can no longer be spent on the house, but towards keeping him alive."

"Oh."

Oh, was all she said. If she had been close to her father, perhaps she would've had more grief in her voice, but she wasn't sorry at all.

"Miss Mazaki will have to sell the mansion and all it's possessions."

"Why?"

"Because, according to recent records, she has no money of her own to afford a mansion. We shall arrive tomorrow morning to collect the things. Miss Mazaki may keep her essentials, but everything else will go towards paying off the hospital bills. Be sure she finds a suitable home. Goodnight, ma'am."

Anzu put the phone down. She loved the mansion. She didn't want to lose her home. Then again, she could get away from all of her childhood memories. 'Keep the essentials.' Well, that was easy. Everything in her room and perhaps some of her mother's things… She didn't care about half of the stuff in her house; it was all her father's. She didn't like the idea of moving; she wished her father would just die and leave his money to her.

But where would she live?

Only one thought registered in her mind: Seto Kaiba. She slowly dialed her cousin's number once more as she looked around the only room she'd ever known.


Well, it's a bit angsty at first, but Anzu is way OOC at first, too. Okay, here are the pairing choices:

Anzu/Bakura and Serenity/Ryou

or

Anzu/Ryou and Serenity/Bakura

Vote, review, and sayonara!