Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crossroad Luckless ❯ Prologue. ( Prologue )

Warning: A bit angsty, some detailed violence and swearing every now and again. Also the Lemon scene or two between Anzu/Bakura Anzu/Jou or Anzu/ Ryou (depending on your votes) will be posted here instead of fan fiction. Also Please Please PLEASE don't complain about the pairings unless absolutely necessary.

Disclaimer: We all know if I said I owned YGO no-one would believe me. I don't own the characters that I write about. I try not to create characters either, and I'll let you know if I do. But the plots are mine, so ha! Phsshhhh, as if I actually have anything worth suing for. The most I could give you is an empty wallet and some hand-me-down cloths. Jealous now aren't you?

Authors Note: Well here it is; my first submitted fan-fiction. Good news to all you Anzu/Jou fans for this chapter. No Bakura yet, sorry to say. Some Anzu/Bakura in the next, I can promise you that much ;) Please avoid my grammar. I already know it's horrible ;-;

Enjoy.

Crossroad Luckless:Prologue

Anzu's POV

I pulled my coat zipper up higher as I made my way home on the dark streets of Domino City. I walked swiftly through the night's fog, relieved I had gotten through another day of work.

As winter approached it got darker earlier and earlier, and having late shifts with Burger World meant walking home in that dark. After my father left, my mother's lay off from work and the constant hospital bills being sent to us because of her health condition and depression, we needed all the spare money we could get. This of course had required me to pick up extra hours at the fast food service; Burger World. Thus my dream of professional dancing was put on hold.

I now worked 8-12 hours a day 6 times a week with Sundays off. It was literally destroying me, inside and out. I had no sleep, and because I had no sleep I hadn't been studying. And because I hadn't studied I had fallen completely behind in school. Not to mention I hadn't seen Jou, Yugi, Honda or even any of my friends in what seemed like forever.

This really hadn't been my week or even my month, hell this hadn't even been my year. Whatever it was I needed to find a way around it otherwise Id just end up digging my own grave. Something I wasn't too far from doing.

It was beginning to get cold out and I could feel the breeze tickle my skin. Just my luck the women's job outfits had to come in short skirts. "The nerve of those corporation bastards" I hissed, "what were they THINKING when deciding on this uniform?" I wrapped my jacket tighter against my chest as my teeth chattered and my bones shook. It was obvious I needed heat, but bitching about the designers wouldn't help that problem. I really need to remember to bring cloths to change into after work.

My footsteps quickened, squishing the snow underneath my boots as I neared home. Approaching the steps to my apartment I kicked off the slush clinging to my feet with one fast wipe across the welcome mat. I casually entered, yelling as I always would when I got back from work "Mum, I'm home!"

No answer.

I closed the door behind me and shrugged. "Must be sleeping" and continued on to the kitchen to make myself a VERY late dinner. The phone rang and a small smile played across my lips "Jouanchi" I giggled. He always would call the minuet I got home from work, just to check in and see if I got back alright.

Now don't get me wrong, I did think it was sweet, and hearing the voice of a friend after a 12 hour day of work is always great. But somewhere along the way, soon after dad's disappearance, I stopped answering his phone calls. Maybe it was because of my newly acquired anti-social attitude or just being fed up with all the sympathy friends were constantly drowning me in. As much as I loved them, hearing the bothersome "I'm so sorry about everything" act made me sick to my stomach.

After a quick fight with myself about whether to answer or not, I clicked speaker and continued on making myself a cheese sandwich. "Hi Jou" I said rummaging through the fridge on a quest to find mustard.

"Hey babe, just calling to see how work went" My nose wrinkled hearing him call me one of his little girlfriend names. Though, the idea had passed my mind a few times here and there. Something that I had decided wouldn't be such a horrible thing.

"It went as it always does Jouanchi" I said with a bit of irritation in my tone. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh, well excuse me for being a little concerned with how you're doing lately Anzu. You know I'm not the only one either; Yugi and Honda are too. Remember them? Your friends?" I mouthed the words "stupid, stupid stupid" to myself, realizing how much of a jerk I've been acting towards everyone lately.

"Your.. Your right Jou, I've been, well in all honesty, pretty stressed out. I didn't mean to take it out on you." I paused and bit my lip, thinking how or if I even should explain to Jou what was wrong with me.

"You know you can talk to me Anzu.. I've been down the same road your on."

It was true, he had been. Difference was, his father had left years back. "Of course I do Jou, how could I not trust you."

"You tell me." He paused a moment, and I could tell he was thinking deeply about something. Not one of Jouanchi's better traits. "But really, I want to know what's been up."

I sighed in submission. "I'm just feeling.. I don't know, emotionless? Ever since dad... left." It still hurt to say that word.

"Its been week's now and all I've felt is blank.. and dry." I paused to regain composure. Talking about him was still something that brought me back to crying.

"Just a thought to share." I finally answered back into the phone, blinking back tears.

"And I'm glad. It's good to get these things off your chest ya know? The last thing you need is more stress Anzu, that's for sure."

"Ha, stress!" I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs. "I've had enough of that in one day to last our entire school for life."

"Tomorrow's Sunday right?"

I frowned. "Nice way to change a subject Jou. But yes, I believe it is."

"Pick ya up at 12 then."

"Excuse me?"

"Pick ya up at 12. I'll take you out to lunch. It's your day off and I know for a fact you have nothing planned" I swear he was grinning like mad as he emphasized 'you have nothing planned.'

"Is that so" I said sarcastically but on the same level of teasing. "Like I need anyone to point out the fact I don't have a life. Thanks for filling that gap Jou."

"Common' Anzu, ya need a break. You even said it yourself. And we both know how much ya miss me and my good looks."

"What good looks?" I questioned innocently.

"Ha-ha-ha, funny" he mocked. "Tomorrow at 12 then?" He questioned again, sounding a bit more on the demanding side this time around.

After some blushing I finally answered back in agreement, said my goodbyes and completed my masterpiece sandwich. I then headed to the T.V. in hopes of finding some late night cartoons.

As I gradually made my way through the living room humming a faint tune, I noticed a shattered wine glass now sunk into the carpet. "That's weird" I murmur, my curiosity getting the better of me as I peered in head first to the room where the glass laid.

My heart literally stopped as my bright blue eyes locked onto the lifeless body sprawled out on the floor.

"Mu..Mum!?"

TBC

Yes, yes, cliffhanger I know, but I thought it was a nice place to start off the story :)

Don't worry; plenty of Bakura is on its way for the next chapter. Not sure about Jou though. Ah, well hope this was enjoyed.

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