Yes, it's yet another Yuugi/Anzu story. Man, I'm writing a lot aren't I?

Anyway, important note before I begin: even though I'm writing 'Pharaoh and the Pauper' at the mo, I've decided to start this fic before the idea escapes me! BUT, just like 'Pharaoh and the Pauper', I will only update this once my exams are finished, so you have a looooooooooooooong wait! Sorry!

This story is mainly based around Anzu, so if you don't like her, or you don't like Yuugi/Anzu, I suggest you leave NOW!

Right, now that that's done, let's get on with the story, shall we?

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I wish I did. Think of the possibilities!

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Another World

Chapter 1: Running Away

Summary: Y/A, J/M, S/S: After running away from her home, Anzu is transported into another world, where time has stood still. Thrown into the middle of a great war, she must help the royal family find the missing 'Angel of Light', but will they find her in time? And what do the images in her head mean?

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Lightning

Thunder

Rain

Shouting

Running

Faster. She needs to run faster. 'It's' catching up…

Lightning

Thunder

Rain

Shouting

Running

Her clothes were soaked and clung to her body, her heart beat faster and faster. But she didn't care, she needed to get away. She needed to escape from 'It'.

Lightning

Thunder

Rain

Shouting

Running

Her bag weighed her down on her back, her necklace thrashed against her neck, but this was not important. She needed to escape. She glanced behind her as she ran, a few strands of her brown hair partially covering her view.

Behind her, the town of Domino, her home, was covered in a dark cloud, rain pouring down on the once bright city. But this was not what she was looking for. She was looking for 'It', and 'It' was gaining on her.

"You get back here now!" 'It' shouted in its deep voice.

She turned her head back to the front, and felt the tears escape her once crystal blue eyes.

"Never!" she shouted back, attempting to run faster.

"Mazaki Anzu, you get back here right now!" 'It' shouted again. "Do as you father says-"

"You're not my father anymore!" Anzu screamed back at the man she once called father. She needed to escape, but he was so fast. She needed to lose him.

Quickly, her instincts kicking in, she turned to her left and ran down a small alleyway. She heard her father's heavy footsteps behind her, chasing her, splashing in the large puddles from the storm. She quickly turned another corner, then another and another. She kept turning corners, trying to lose her father. After a while, she heard the heavy footsteps of her father disappear, but she wasn't taking any risks, not this time. She continued to run, turning here and there, until she suddenly stopped in front of an odd building.

It was an old shrine, abandoned and falling to pieces. The plants were over grown, and most of the windows and doors had been bordered up, except for a few. Broken statues lay on the ground. Anzu did not like the idea of being left in the open, so she ran into the shrine, even though she was terrified of the spirits that may be inside. She slammed the door behind her shut, the loud crash echoing through the old building, and leaned against the door. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling her fast heart beat, and breathed heavily to catch her breath. She listened to the world outside. All she heard was the heavy rain and roaring thunder. No footsteps. No shouting. Once she caught her breath back and was sure no one was outside, shock turned into sadness. She slipped down the door onto the floor, and began to cry.

Why? Why was this happening to her? What had she done? Things didn't use to be like this. Things were better before the accident. Her father blamed her, but it wasn't her fault. She was only a child them. It was his fault it happened. It was his fault her mother had died…

"Mother!"

She used her hand to search the area around her neck. As soon as she found it, she grabbed her crystal necklace, which hung around her neck, the one her mother had given her when she was a small child. She had never taken it off, never…

And the other gift from her mother, the one she had given her before the accident. Did she still have it? She prayed she did. Panicking, she searched her pockets, until felt her Duel Monster cards in her jacket pocket. She sighed, thankful she still had them, the last memories of her mother trapped within them.

"Where are you mum?"

She stayed there, on the floor of the shrine, never letting go of her mother's gifts, alone in the silent…

"AHH!"

Anzu held her head. A searing pain erupted in her head, growing worse and worse by the second. The pressure became worse and worse.

"What's…happening…"

She found it hard to breath. She screwed her eyes as the pain continued to grow worse. The world around her began to blur away, the darkness grew around her. Flashes appeared out of nowhere, and images began to appear…

…black sand…

…an evil darkness…

…a palace, in the middle of the sand…

…a young man, with strange hair…

…purple eyes…

…and a voice…

…it was calling her, calling her to come to his world…

…he needed help…

Anzu's eyes suddenly shot open, her breathing heavy, and she found herself lying in the floor of the shrine. The pain had gone. As quickly as it had come, it had gone, as were the images.

"What…what was that? What was with those images?" The image of the young man came into her mind. "That man…huh?"

Anzu looked up at the wall in front of her. Something had caught her eye. An old tapestry. She climbed to her feet, still feeling weak from the pain she experienced, and slowly walked over to it, hypnotised by its beauty.

It was huge, and covered the whole wall. Sewn into it, were images of what Anzu believed to be two kingdoms: one covered in a white light,

…a palace, in the middle of the sand…

the other covered in darkness.

…an evil darkness…

There were men in armour. A war. They were battling in a strange desert.

…black sand…

And there were monsters; Duel Monsters. But how was that possible? In the sky, there was an even brighter light. A figure stood in the middle, but the face had been worn away. There was some text too, at the bottom, but this had also been worn away as time had passed.

The detail was amazing, especially on the main figures in the foreground. There were 3 men; one in the darkness, and two in the light. The one in darkness looked as if he had white hair, and an evil face. The two figures in the light looked exactly alike: both had strange tri-coloured hair, though one had a strange pendent around his neck, and was slightly taller than the other.

…a young man, with strange hair…

Anzu looked more closely at the slightly shorter figure. Her hand slowly came up and came closer to this image, wanting to touch it. That man, he seemed so familiar to her, but where?

…purple eyes…

Her hand came closer and closer to the image.

…and a voice…

…it was calling her, calling her to come to his world…

…he needed help…

"Help us!"

Softly, she touched the man's heart.

"AHH!"

Anzu covered her eyes as a bright light erupted into the room. The shrine around her began to disappear, absorbed by the light. The ground beneath her vanished, and she fell. She felt as though she was leaving her world behind. She screamed as she continued to fall…

…Falling…

…Falling…

…Falling…

…And then…

…Nothing…

To be continued…

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