Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Soul ❯ Anzu's Misfortune ( Chapter 2 )

Broken Soul

By: D. Motomiya & The Muse

Part 2: Anzu's Misfortune

Author Note: Much thanks to The Truth for reviewing. Yes, this is going to be AUish (eventually ^_^) and we're glad you like the concept.

Warning: Some violence...The Muse would like you to know that Anzu gets her butt handed to her. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: We do not and never will own Yu-gi-oh...but we do own the original character in this story!

A tall, shadowed figure appeared in the doorway to the warehouse just as Mazaki Anzu was regaining consciousness. She froze then tried to scream for help, but was unsuccessful since her mouth was taped. Anzu tried vainly to move, finding both her legs and arms were bound by rope. Slowly, the person stepped into the small amount of light that was allowed into the room through a dingy window across the room. Anzu sighed in relief as the tape was removed from her mouth.

"Jou-chan! Thank goodness it's you! Hurry up and get me out of this chair before someone sees you!"

Anzu waited for her friend to move, but her hopefulness dissipated as Jounouchi remained frozen in front of her. She looked into her blonde friend's eyes and noticed they didn't hold the same carefree cheerfulness they usually did. Instead, there was an almost lifeless expression. Anzu spoke, her voice a mix of worry and fear.

"Jou, what's wrong with you? Talk to me, please!"

Jounouchi's mouth turned upwards in a cruel smirk, and he spoke with a slightly raspy voice.

"You fool! I'm not Jounouchi Katsuya. I am his new master, and will soon be yours!"

Anzu's mind was reeling. This thing looked like her friend, but his eyes and voice told her otherwise. She summoned all of her courage and spoke.

"What do you want with me, and what have you done to Jounouchi?!"

When Jounouchi did not respond, Anzu grew impatient.

"ANSWER ME!"

Another voice responded.

"Insolent girl. How dare you raise your voice to the future pharaoh! I'll have to teach you some manners."

A young woman, slightly older than Anzu, appeared in the doorway. Anzu could tell she was female from her voice and her waist-length jet black hair, which was cascading down her shoulders and back over a long, black hooded cape attached with a silver chain that was wrapped loosely around her neck. Under the cape, she wore a sleeveless black shirt and black pants with a card holster on her belt. She stepped into the room slowly, dark emerald eyes locked onto Anzu's sapphire ones. The woman spoke in a cool tone.

"Remember this: you are expendable. I could easily snap your neck, but luckily for you that's not what I was sent here to do." She shrugged slightly. "Not yet anyway."

Anzu was shaken, but refused to let her fear surface.

"If I'm so worthless then what am I doing here? Who are you?"

The woman chuckled lightly and shook her head.

"My name is Hitari Keioko." She laughed again. "You really are clueless aren't you? You're just a pawn, girl! My master is using you to get little Yugi. He has something that we want.

Anzu frowned slightly.

`What could Yugi have...?' Realization dawned on her. `Oh no.'

"You work for Marik don't you? You're one of the Rare Hunters. This is all about Yugi's puzzle."

Keioko nodded.

"Exactly! I guess you're not as dumb as you look."

Anzu frowned at the insult but remained quiet as Keioko continued.

"My master has sent me here because he requires your assistance. I will offer you this one time only. If you agree, you will remain unharmed. Understood?"

The brunette nodded.

"Good. You have a choice. You can either join the Rare Hunters, accepting Marik as your leader as your friend did," She gestured over to Jounouchi briefly. "Or you can decline, and have to deal with me. The choice is yours."

Anzu was terrified, and looked over to her friend who was now wielding a twelve inch curved blade which glimmered in the dim light. She didn't want to be controlled by Marik; to feel and be that powerless was a fate worse than death in her eyes. She had seen first hand what his psychotic power could do, and wanted nothing to do with it. Anzu took a deep breath before replying.

"Tell your boss I refuse. That psycho is on his own."

Keioko shrugged, and Jounouchi scowled.

"So be it. It's your funeral."

Jounouchi threw the knife to Keioko who caught it easily. She cut away Anzu's bonds, giving the girl a chance to fight back. Keioko smirked, threw the knife away, along with her cape, and got into a fighting stance.

"Take your best shot, little girl."

Anzu threw a punch. Keioko grabbed her wrist before it could land and pushed her away. Anzu swallowed nervously.

`Oh crap.'

It was Keioko's turn to attack and she landed every punch or kick, never giving the brunette a chance to recover. After several minutes of abuse, she grabbed Anzu's shoulders in one arm and her head in the other and was about to snap her neck, when Jounouchi spoke up.

"ENOUGH! I don't want her dead Keioko, just badly injured. I want Yugi to have something to remember me by."

Keioko nodded in response, and then struck Anzu on the back of her neck, rendering her unconscious.

-End Part 2-

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