Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Red Light, Green Light! ❯ Chapter One: Stupid Car!! ( Chapter 1 )

Red Light, Green Light!

Written by: Saiya-jin Spice - “Sugar, Nice, and Everything Spice! Spicing up your fanfiction, just the way you like it!”

Disclaimer: Yuugiou (Yu-gi-oh!) (c) Kazuki Takahashi

When Anzu accidentally broke Malik’s motorcycle, she was required to make up for it; So now she has to do whatever Malik wants for a week, as his personal slave! But during that time, something changes. Could she actually be falling for the jerk!(MalAnzu)

Chapter One - STUPID CAR!!

‘Oh, crap.’

Sixteen-year-old Mazaki Anzu stood with her hands clasped in front of herself as she bowed deeply. “...So you see, I like you, but only as a friend. I’m really sorry, Hanasaki.”

Hanasaki Tomoyo suddenly became quite enthralled with the ground - although Anzu highly doubted if there was anything of keen interest there - and he numbly nodded his head. Just a brief, concise little dip of his head in dazed acceptance. The evening sun was currently setting, casting a mellow glow upon everything as if a paintbrush coated richly with pinks, reds, and oranges had stoked the outdoors like a canvas. It was pretty if anything, but the present situation, unfortunately, was not.

“Well,” the shy boy apprehensively fiddled with is glasses, “thank you for being honest with me, Anzu. I-I hope this means we can still be friends?”

The brunette grinned as she enthusiastically nodded her head. “Of course!”

“I’m glad. Well, uh, have a good weekend, Anzu. B-bye!” And at that, the short male high school student sprinted off, disappearing behind a corner.

Anzu let out a deep sigh as she raked her slender fingers through her hair. Hanasaki was a nice guy, but he would definitely never exceed anything more than a friend. He was so timid and withdrawn, even more so than Yuugi used to be. She knew it required a lot of courage on his part to ask her out, and she felt bad for having to turn him down like that. But it couldn’t be helped. Although the brunette loathed being the cause of hurting someone, no matter what, she couldn’t lie and go to the prom with Hanasaki just because she felt sorry for him.

“Aaaaaaaand she does it again! Mazaki Anzu is the single cause of heartbreak within the male population at Domino! This girl is way outta everyone’s reach, so guys had better watch out! So how does it feel Miss Mazaki to be the single cause of tears and suffering?” Jounouchi Katsuya announced in his usual boisterous way, holding out an invisible microphone, as he seemingly popped out of nowhere like a Jack-in-the-Box.

Honda Hiroto and Mutou Yuugi laughed standing a slight distance behind the blonde.

“I have to say, you really have some record going on there,” Honda chimed in good-naturedly.

Anzu rolled her sapphire eyes in reply to express her irritation. “Jounouchi shut up; or else you’ll really find a microphone shoved up your ass. I have absolutely no clue where this whole ‘breaking the hearts of the male population at Domino’ comes from, but it had better stop. There was only one - Hanasaki - and I feel bad enough about it.”

“I know Anzu, but you know how Jounouchi and Honda are,” Yuugi responded soothingly as the two formerly mentioned males smirked at one another.

Anzu raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow in evident provocation when they had the nerve to slap each other a high five.

Deciding it best to just brush it off, the girl offered a feeble groan as she rested her back against a tree. “Hanasaki did bring up a good point though. I almost forgot that our junior and senior prom is coming up.”

“You forgot?” Jounouchi snickered. “Tell me, how could our class representative be ‘unaware’ of any upcoming events?”

The brunette shot him a warning glare. “Much unlike some of us, I have been busy with other things, rather than stalking Yuugi all day and making a personal camp at his house. Then living in said personal camp. All I have to say is that at least I use my time effectively.”

Jounouchi’s chocolate colored eyes glinted in unsaid anger as he threateningly shook his fist at her. “What was that! Excuse me, Little Miss Perfect, but I work three jobs! Just tell me how that can’t be considered useful?”

“I beg to differ,” she countered coolly, “and anyway, I really don’t feel like fighting with you on the subject. Because of course, I’ll win, and make you look like more of an idiot.”

His jaw hung.

“So now that I think about it, the prom’s only a week away, isn’t it? I don’t know if I’ll go though. I don’t have a date,” Anzu continued thoughtfully as she placed a finger up to her lips.

Yuugi blushed, fixating his gaze resolutely at his shoes. But Jounouchi on the other hand, folded his arms across his defined chest with an unmistakable scowl.

“Don’t pull that crap that you don’t have a date. You were already asked by a couple of guys besides Hanasaki - yeah, we saw! - and you turned them all down. It’s yer own damn fault.”

Anzu shook her head with mild disdain. “You don’t understand. I don’t believe in dating just to date. It’s leading someone on although you have no intentions to really be serious about it. And even if this is only a dance, I’d rather go with someone that I really like. Not because I pity them. Although, I doubt if you’d understand this because you’re probably so desperate, you’d jump at the chance of anyone.”

Honda let out a conspicuous snort, slapping a hand over his mouth in an attempt to smother his laughter. Jounouchi simply smirked raising a light eyebrow. Apparently he was going to ignore her comment for the time being. Which, was for the better, at least for her physical condition, anyway.

“Oh? Then who would you like to date?” He challenged with a smirk as Yuugi’s lilac orbs slowly trailed over to Anzu.

“Who would I like to date?” the girl repeated critically. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed as a growl rumbled at the back of his throat, realizing Anzu had no intentions of telling him.

“Loser dog.” The low and silky voice of Kaiba Seto proclaimed routinely as the attractive CEO strode by, “Not only do you act like a dog, but you’re beginning to sound like one as well. Get some manners, you mediocre idiot. Don’t growl at a girl like that.”

Anzu had a difficulty suppressing her grin as she guiltily waved. “Thanks Kaiba, but I’ve got it covered. Have a good weekend now!” she called in her usual affable way.

He grunted an affirmative as he continued swiftly towards his sleek ebony limousine, which was waiting. As soon as the teen president got into the limo, Jounouchi’s dark gaze wheeled over to Anzu.

“ ‘Have a good weekend now!’ Like, teehee!” Jounouchi mocked twirling his hair rapidly around his finger, exaggeratedly imitating Anzu. If looks could kill, the stare Anzu gave him would have made him die, go to hell, and come back again.

“You stupid jerk. No wonder why Kaiba calls you a dog all the time! I must say, I really have to agree with him! Just what is your problem?” Yuugi shuddered at the normally cheerful girl’s tone.

“My problem! Since when did you get all buddy-buddy with moneybags? It’s disgusting!”

“I’m not,” she replied matter-of-factly, adjusting her blue uniform skirt, struggling to remain calm, “It’s just that we were assigned as lab partners in chemistry and we’ve been talking because of that as of late. He really isn’t that bad if you’d only give him a chance. He can actually carry on an interesting conversation.”

Jounouchi let out an overemphasized grunt as Honda shook his head in disapproval at his friend’s hotheaded behavior.

“Ignore him. It’s cool that you and Kaiba are getting along, Anzu. He’s only in a bad mood because he’s actually been considering askin’ Mai to the prom. He’s worried because she’s already out of school, so she might think it’s dumb and turn him down,” Honda explained quietly as Anzu mouthed a silent “oooh”.

However, Jounouchi caught some of the conversation and send the two of them glaring daggers. “Wouldya like to repeat that?”
“Not ‘specially,” the brown-haired teenager responded indifferently as Yuugi cracked a coy smile.

“Oh, shoot!” Anzu suddenly blurted out stealing a quick glance down at her watch. “I shoulda been home by now because I wanted to see my parents off before they left on their trip!”

“Oh, that’s right...Your parents are going to be gone for a couple of days on a business trip,” Yuugi recalled thoughtfully, “they’re always traveling, aren’t they?”
“Yup, but by now they’re definitely gone. Oh well, Mom has to come back tomorrow anyway because I have to go take my driver’s test to get my license,” Anzu murmured in thought.

“That’s also right! You gotta take it tomorrow. Are you nervous?” Yuugi inquired.

The high school girl shook her head with a grin. “I’m hoping it’ll be easy, Yuugi. Hey, if I pass, I’ll treat you all to Burger World, and believe me; you all know how much I hate that place.”

Honda and Yuugi smiled practically ear-to-ear and the mention of food seemed to brighten Jounouchi’s mood.

“You had better pass then!” the blonde threatened. “Me an’ Yuugi want our burgers!”

“Whatever! I was hoping you’d be more concerned with me passing, but I suppose that was asking too much.” Anzu rolled her eyes playfully. “But anyway I better get home to make dinner.”

“Wait...make dinner?” Honda questioned with a strange glint in his amber eyes. Yuugi and Jounouchi mirrored similar expressions.

Anzu backed up with a sweatdrop. “Uh...yeah. Why?”

“Well, we hope you don’t mid, but we’re coming home with you. We’d be dumb to pass up your cooking,” Jounouchi exclaimed, making a fist. It was quite evident that he was feeling better.

“Yeah Anzu, you're the best cook I know. I love your cooking. Can we please come over for dinner?” Yuugi pinned her with an innocent smile.

The brunette sighed in defeat as she waved a hand. “Well if you all put it like that how can I refuse?”

Various cheers were heard as the group of friends started their short walk to Anzu’s house, with the remainders of the sunset casting a warm glow upon their figures.

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“Jounouchi, SHUT UP!”
The light-haired duelist turned to face Anzu with a surprised look on his face. “Geez, Anzu, what? Are you in PMS mood or something? I’m only trying to help!”

“No, you’re only trying to be annoying. You’re worse than my Dad! Stop telling me how to drive!”

After a pleasant - for the most part - dinner at Anzu’s house, Yuugi and Honda had engaged in some kind of video game and were unable to be pulled from the screen. So seeing as the boys were preoccupied with the game, Anzu figured it would be the perfect opportunity to practice her driving one last time before the big day tomorrow. What she had forgotten was that there was still Jounouchi.

Not to mention how utterly risky it was already that she was driving without a parent or legal guardian when she only had her temporary. If she were caught, she knew she wouldn’t be driving for a long time. But she really needed the last minute practice and she had bargained with herself that disobeying the law just this once would be worth it. Nonetheless, she had made her fatal mistake when Jounouchi had asked her where she was going and she had actually told him. Getting this funny twitch/smirk on his face, Jou had firmly insisted that he go with her, and offer her last minute advice. And Jounouchi, thinking he was King of the Highway and whatnot, would not stop offering his “advice”.

Slow down, speed up, you need to keep your turn signal on longer, stay at a stop longer - - Anzu had heard it all. And when Jounouchi had had the nerve to actually correct her when her current favorite song came on the radio and say it was too loud - Jounouchi out of all people - she had finally snapped at him. For the love of dance, Jounouchi blared his stupid radio with the windows to his pickup truck rolled down! He had absolutely no right to tell her how loud or how soft to keep the volume!

“It was a bad song anyway,” Jounouchi finally muttered quietly under breath.

“Is that so? And tell me how you think Shania Twain is any better!”

“I don’t like Shania Twain!”

“Don’t even lie about it! Just the other day Yuugi and I saw you and Honda come driving by screaming: ‘Man! I feel like a woman!’” Anzu recited as low and awkward as her voice could contort.

“Hello! We were just messing around!”

“Somehow I doubt it.”

“What? You actually thought that we were being serious?” Jounouchi demanded disbelievingly.
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay, look. You have absolutely no right to even begin to start lecturing me about this!”

“Yeah, and why is that?”

“Because I’ve seen you on plenty of occasions dancing in your seat to some stupid song!”

“Technically it’s impossible to ‘dance’ in your car, Jounouchi! And since when did you begin spying on me anyway? What are you, a stalker? In fact I - -”

“ANZU!”

Both Anzu and Jounouchi went speechless, so busy arguing that they didn’t even notice that they were at a red light, and kept on going just as a rider on a motorcycle was making a turn! Anzu screamed, immediately slamming on the breaks as Jounouchi jerked over her, and grabbed the wheel attempting the evade the rider. It worked to some extent. But then all hopes of that were entirely trashed. For, the motorcycle rider made an effort to turn away as well, but being that they unknowingly turned in the exact same direction, they collided!

Jounouchi’s forest green truck bounced up and then lurched forward just as there was a loud cracking sound. A piercing crunch shot through the air like a bullet, as the vehicle finally came to a complete stop. Anzu’s screams became louder, as Jounouchi wrapped an arm around her, urgently trying to console her as he unfastened his seatbelt.

“Jo-Jounouchi, th-this is all y-your fault!” she still managed to yell at him between sobs. “If the police come - !”

His brow furrowed as he kicked open the door and jumped out. As of now, he wasn’t too concerned because as long as there were no witnesses, he could easily be saying he were driving instead of Anzu. But what he couldn’t cover up...

‘Oh God, please don’t tell me we hit him!’ Jounouchi thought frantically as his brown eyes scanned the area.

Seconds later, Anzu came stumbling out, trying her hardest to stop her tears, as she gave him a terrified look. Simultaneously they heard a groan as their heads snapped over to the direction it came from. The truck had gone right over the motorcycle, smashing it, however, the rider had rolled off just in time barely escaping. Anzu let out a loud cry of relief and was about to run over to the rider, when he sharply pulled off his helmet, and glared menacingly at her.

“Mazaki Anzu, do you not know how to use your breaks properly!” he demanded, his dark amethyst eyes burning into her like coals.

Her jaw dropped and just hung there, as she was sure Jounouchi was repeating a similar action, when she saw the face of who she had hit.

“M-Malik?” she gasped.

“‘M-Malik’?” he imitated rudely in a clueless falsetto, as he rolled his eyes. “Who else would I be! God, you stupid bitch, just look at what you did to my bike!”

It was true; his motorbike was completely shattered to the point where it wasn’t possible to fix.

However, Jounouchi didn’t take kindly to his last statement as he lunged forward lividly. “Look here, just who do you think you are, Malik! Yeah, it was an accident that we hit your bike. But don’t you dare go calling Anzu names like that unless you want my fist shoved down your throat! If you want to blame anyone, blame me, because I was the one who was distracting her!”

“No, Jounouchi, it’s okay. I was the driver, it was my fault,” Anzu softly reassured him, taking a defiant stride in front of him.

“But, Anzu...”

“It’s okay, really. I can deal with this.”

Irritably, Malik rolled his eyes giving the two of them condemning looks. “I don’t care which one of you it was, but regardless, either one of you is going to have to pay for my bike!”

“Okay, whatever, let’s just get out of the street first,” Jounouchi snapped.

And so with some reluctance, Jounouchi and Malik carried the crushed metal that used to be his motorcycle towards the back of Jounouchi’s truck bed, where it now resided. Soon after Jounouchi pulled his truck over to the side of the road so that they wouldn’t be blocking any passing cars.

“So? Which one of you is going to be paying for the damage?” The Egyptian boy impatiently demanded.

Anzu bit her lip, observing Malik’s current condition as well. He had rows of cuts and bleeding scrapes adjourning his arms, his ebony leather pants were ripped revealing blood through the tears, not to mention he had serious cuts against his face. It looked terribly painful, and yet Malik didn’t seem concerned in the least. It was as if the pain was insignificant to him, and he had been through much worse. Had he?

‘His back...’ she silently answered her own question.

“Well!” Malik hissed suddenly, clearly exasperated.

“Uhm, I,” Anzu began reluctantly, “well, er...I don’t exactly have enough money right now to pay for a whole entire motorcycle.”

“Then you...?” Malik eyed Jounouchi up and down.

Anzu and Jounouchi exchanged glances, both knowing very well how terrible the blonde’s finical situation was. He worked three jobs and had to support both him and his father who wasted the money on gambling, drugs, and alcohol. There was no way that Jounouchi could set aside that much money. And Anzu...she definitely didn’t come close. She was saving all of her money to go to America, and she could never tell her parents about what happened today, or they would never let her drive until a couple more years! Just what were they supposed to do?

“Actually... we don’t exactly have any money. And we doubt if we could get it anytime soon,” Anzu halfheartedly admitted, trying to laugh it off.

“Oh?” Malik demanded, his temper flaring, “so tell me then what you two expect to do!”

“Malik, it was an accident! There must be something I could do to make up for it!” the brunette girl pleaded.

The bronze skinned boy scoffed, staring at her sardonically. “You? Mazaki, what could you possibly offer to me? All I want is money to buy myself a new bike. That’s it.”

Anzu bit her strawberry colored lips uncertainly as she tucked a strand of silky brown hair behind her ear. She appeared deep in thought, as her sapphire eyes glistened in hesitation. “Well...is there anything else you want?”

Malik coldly observed her, the wind sending his platinum blonde hair brushing past his face, taking her appearance in. He never really noticed it before, but... she was pretty little thing. Tall, slender, well built. Not to mention her deep crystalline blue were absolutely captivating. Jounouchi must have noticed he was staring at her, for all of a sudden, his demeanor went colder, as he practically growled at him. And that’s when inspiration stuck. He jeered, namely at Jounouchi, as he turned to face Anzu.

“Actually Mazaki, there is a way you could make it up to me.”

“Oh?” she inquired, her mood slightly brightening.

Malik scoffed. Such a naïve girl. “Yes. For a week... you must do anything I say. No exceptions. And if you fail to comply, I think a police report would be in order, hm?”

The expression on Anzu’s face was priceless, or so Malik mused, as was Jounouchi’s, who looked like he was ready to murder him.

“Malik! That’s not fair and completely low! You could try to rape her for all I know!” Jounouchi hissed, standing protectively in front of his best girl friend.

The Egyptian merely waved him off. “What kind of person do you take me for? Perhaps I should rephrase this. She has to do anything I tell her do, however, I can assure you, nothing sexual will be involved.”

Jounouchi still appeared furious, but Anzu stepped forward, her head held high.

“Fine Malik. But after that you can’t bother us.” Jounouchi looked shocked, dumbly protesting, but Anzu simply brushed him off.
Malik gazed at the two for a moment before his lip curled. “Very well then. I assume that you are aware of what you are getting yourself into, correct? You won’t go back on your word?”

Anzu swallowed as she nodded her head. “I promise.”

He sneered in reply, nodding his head in agreement to their deal, while Anzu felt a sick feeling bubble forth in her throat. No matter what the outcome, she knew wholeheartedly that this wasn’t going to be pretty. She was now indirectly Malik Ishtar’s personal slave.

‘Stupid car!’

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A/N: Hey all! How do you guys like the story so far? I know Malik’s really mean in this, but please bare with me. He’ll improve in later chapters, but he’s just a bit irked right now because his prized possession is destroyed, okay? On another note, this is what I like to call a mini epic. Translation: It won’t be too long of a story. But hey, should I continue with this? Please review and tell me what you thought! Any ideas on what Malik could have Anzu do for him? :grins:

xoxoxox,

Saiya-jin Spice (06/27/05)

One More Thing: If you like Malik x Anzu, with all the romance and humor involved, then by all means, please check out my chaptered fic “Maa! Kore wa Hontou Janai Deshou!”. I won’t give away too much except... let’s just say a body switch is involved. :wink: Give it a look!