Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Kanashii no Tenshi ❯ Reminiscing ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

It was another lonely night. I sat there listening to the small pendant in my hands, a small melody coming from it. It wasn't a happy one, but one that portrayed deep sadness. Much like how I felt on the inside. It grew tiring after awhile, constantly putting up my joyous façade day after day. I would always speak of friendship, and always try to make my friends feel better. When they were sad, I made them feel better. When they were broken, I put them together again. And when they were lost, I helped them find their way. I worked so hard to keep them going, to make them happy. I pretend to be happy for their sake.

What about me? What did I have? I can feel it, they're slowly drifting away from me. Yugi no longer needs my protection, or my friendship. He has Yami after all. With my pathetic dueling skills, I can't protect him any more anyways. They don't need me to cheer for them anymore, they've all changed so much. It's like a double-edged knife. I'm proud that they've all grown so strong, and yet, I am saddened and hurt by it. And as a result, I have begun to notice how truly alone I was. No one knew the other side of me, the true me. All they saw was the happy shell on the outside. Or rather, it's a form of armor.

I had a dream, I wanted to be a dancer. But that seemed so … useless now. What good does a dancer do? Where would it get me? But did I even have any other talents? I feel so worthless. Dancers are happy people. I am not. I'm just playing the role of what I long to be. Hell, if not even my own parents want me around, then maybe I should just … leave. I will only hinder Yugi and Yami anyways. I can be captured and used as bait, like so many times before. None of my friends would understand. If I told them, they would just say things like "We're your friends Anzu, you're never alone. We'll be here for you." I don't want to hear that crap. Because I know it's not true. Well, except for the friend part. They were never there for her when she truly needed them. They had never thought that she could have even larger problems than perhaps losing my place at the head of the class.

I let out a bitter laugh and close the small, star shaped, locket. It had an Egyptian eye on the front of it. The chain was more like the one on Yugi's Millenium Puzzle. It had been a gift from my little brother … when he was still alive. I felt my eyes beginning to sting with tears as I went over that particular memory. Her friend had never known she'd had a brother. He'd be about thirteen years old now if he were alive. She never let her friends over to her house, she didn't want them to see what went on there. She didn't want them to see the bloodstains on her bed and walls. There would have been more had her parents not come home in several months.

Her brother, Shouta. She had tried hard to protect his innocence. Her parents had never let him start school. They had wanted to keep him as a domestic slave in her opinion. When she had gone to school, she would usually spend all day worrying about her little brother. Had they beaten him? She hated not being there to protect him. Not being able to take the beatings on his behalf. He had given her the locket on her tenth birthday. The morning before he … died. Her first birthday present, save for the one Yugi had given her. She stopped her trail of though immediately, Her tears were already pouring down enough. That had been the final event. She had wanted nothing more than to be loved after that. Hastily, she locked away those memories into the dark side of her soul, well hidden from intruders.