REALLY, UBER IMPORATANT A/N! READ READ READ!

I reread what I have so far of this… and it is very anti-Anzu-y, and quite frankly I don't like that. But I know some people don't like Anzu, sooo…. I kept the old chapters and added a special non-bashing remix-type chapter. I combined the first two chapters (being the bashingness ones) into this one, and the following chapter is basically the same thing… minus the bashing. If you don't particularly care about whether or not Anzu is bashed, you might want to read both… personally, I think the first is funnier, but the second is a bit more mature and less twelve-year-old-ish.

Disclaimer: I don not own Yuugiou, and I shan't feel obligated to repeat this through the rest of the fic.

Day 1, 5:34 PM

Mrs. Ito, you are an evil person. You hear me? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVIIIIIILLLLLL! How is forcing us to do this going to improve character? How? HOW! It's stupid. I'm an overly happy friendship obsessed person and I will always be! Just like Seto Kaiba is a total jerk and will always be! YOU CANNOT IMPROVE A PERSON'S CHARACTER BY FORCING THEM TO WRITE IN A STUPID BOOK FULL OF BLANK PAPER! JOURNALS ARE POINTLESS! Pointless, I tell you! PPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

And the journal you gave me is black. I hate black. It's an evil color. Just like you. You must have given me your own journal. I'm a nice and friendly person. Mine should be pink or yellow or light blue. Not black.

So you want me to right about my feelings in this, do you, Mrs. Ito? Well I doubt anyone is going to actually do that. You might read it. Even if you say you're not. If you're reading this right now, I HATE YOU! And I know you WILL read this. After all, how are you going to grade us if you're not going to read this? How will you know we've actually been writing in this? Tell me. TELL ME!

Maybe you're just going to read this first page. You seem like the type of person who'd do that. Just to see if we tell you about ourselves. Right. You want to know about us. So here goes,

NAME: Anzu Mazaki

AGE: Fifteen, almost sixteen

LOOKS: I have short brown hair and blue eyes (The color my journal should be! Grrrr...) I'm... um... 5' 6" or something like that. I forget. (sweat drop)

FAV COLOR: Light blue. Or pink. It depends on my mood.

LEAST FAV COLOR: Black, you moron-who-has-given-me-a-journal-of-this-evil- color

FAV FOOD: Ice cream. Ice cream is the best food ever!

LEAST FAV FOOD: Onions. I mean, how can you like something that tastes so bad it makes you cry? Onions are evil!

FAV DRINK: Dr. Pepper. DIET Dr. Pepper.

LEAST FAV DRINK: Onion juice, they tried to serve me that at the school cafeteria once! Our school is weird...

FAV BOOK: The Princess Diaries. (SHE had to write in a journal too!)

LEAST FAV BOOK: The last on we had to read for school. It was so bad I didn't even bother to remember what it was called. Oddly enough, Mrs. Ito, you claim that my report was brilliant. You're stupid.

FAV MOVIE: Lord of the Rings. I don't care which one.

LEAST FAV MOVIE: The Princess Diaries. THEY RUINED THE BOOK I TELL YOU! And do you know what? In book IV, there's this movie they made of Mia's life. And it sounds just like OUR movie. MEG CABOT WAS INSULTING HER OWN MOVIE! PRINCESS DIARIES MOVIE PEOPLE ARE EVIL! EEEEEEEEEVIL!

FRIENDS: Yugi Muto, Katsuya Jounouchi, Hiroto Honda, Ryou Bakura, and a couple cheer leaders: Lizzy, Lilly, Lucy, and Lina (I swear they only pick girls whose names starts with L for the cheer leading squad.)

PEOPLE I HATE: Seto Kaiba, Weevil Underwood AN - forgot his Japanese Name (He's so disgusting!), and Pegasus. Even though he DID have reasons for stealing Mr. Muto's soul, I can still hold a grudge.

I can't think of anything else, so that's all I'm going to tell you. Ha! I'm one my third page and doubt you'd bother to read this far in to my boring life, Mrs. Ito, so I'll say this:

YUGI AND RYOU AND SHADI AND PEGASUS AND MALIK ISHTAR AND ISIS ISHTAR HAVE THSE FIVE THOUSAND YEAR OLD GOLDEN THINGYS CALLED SENNEN ITEMS AND THEY HAVE MAGICAL POWERS AND YUGI'S AND RYOU'S HAVE SPRITS IN THEM AND YUGI'S SPIRIT WAS PHARAOH IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND RYOU'S SPIRIT WAS A TOMB ROBBER AND YUGI'S SPIRIT'S NAME IS YAMI AND HE'S REALLY REALLY REALLY COOL!

And if you read that, Mrs. Ito, you must think I'm completely insane. Which I'm not, but you think I am so that makes you stupid. STUPID!

Are you going to count off for improper grammar? 'Cause if you are... YOU ARE EVILER AND STUIDER THAN I THOUGHT! How can we use proper grammar if we're supposed to reflect on our feelings? More often than not one "!" or "?" will not justify the feeling. WE NEED LOTS OF PUNCTUATION MARKS!

So... yeah...

MY CURRENT FEELINGS: Really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored. Extremely bored. Unbelievably bored. I didn't know it was POSSIBLE to be this bored. But I am. So yeah.

But tomorrow is Saturday. And I get to go bowling with Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Ryou! YEAH! Bowling is FUN!

Alright, I admit it. I've never been bowling before in my life. Well, maybe once. When I was seven, I went to this bowling party. I didn't get to bowl, though, because I drop a ball on my foot and had to leave early to go the doctors.

Bowling balls are heavy.

But I'm stronger now! I'm older! I'LL KEEP MY GRIP ON THAT STUPID BALL! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Okay, not an Anzu-the-friendship-obsessed-loon laugh. Let's see...

TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!

Yes, that's better. I think.

Actually, that sounds kinda lame. And it's a pain to write. I think I'll stick to "MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!" and when you brake your sworn promise NOT to read this, Mrs. Ito, you'll have to mentally replace it with "TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"

Right. Back to the matter at hand.

I'm BOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED!

I know! I'll rant pointlessly about friendship and then call Yugi up and read it to him!

Let's see... AHEM! Friendship is the most powerful force in existence and if we, as friends, stick together then...

Then...

Ah, screw it.

I can't think of anything. I'm getting bad vibes from the blackness of this evil journal of DOOM. Besides, writing all that friendship stuff I rant makes my hand hurt. So... I'll call Yugi up and make the rant up from the top of my head! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

...Remember, you have to mentally replace that with "TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!"

Right. Yeah. Whatever.

...I'm going to hide the blacknessnessness of this thing in my closet while I call Yugi... Don't want the darkness to cloud my mind while giving speech on friendship...

Yugi wasn't there. Got his grandfather. He hung up as soon as I said the word "friendship." Think he's on to my evil plan.

Evil? Did I say evil?

No, of course I didn't. I wrote it.

WAITAMINUTE!

I just wrote the word "evil"! And I wasn't referred to something I mentally cannot stand or am currently having hateful thought towards! I REFERRED TO SOMETHING RELATING DIRECTLY TO MYSELF AS EVIL!

GAAAAAAASP!

I just admitted to having hateful feelings! ANZU MAZAKI DOES NOT HAVE HATEFUL FEELINGS! I'm the forever-happy, brightful girl that hangs out with Yugi. I HAVE NO NEGATIVE FEELINGS!

Wait... brightful isn't a word. Must make a mental note of that...

Yeah.

I'm bored.

This journal is completely pointless. I'm not accomplishing anything. Wish I had someone to rant about friendship to. Where's Yugi when you need him?

I know! I'll call Ryou! He's probably NICER than Yugi, therefore more likely to pay attention to pointless ramblings about friendship and related subjects. I'll call him right now! And you, journal, must go back in the closet so that you don't make me forget the GREATNESS of friendship.

Ryou didn't answer. It was his yami. Got a very nice lesson in Egyptian swear words. It wasn't very nice.

Yes, I know I'm annoying. Yes, I know a lot of people can't stand me. Yes, I know that friendship speeches won't solve EVERYTHING. But I don't think I'm OBSESSED with it... I mean, COME ON. It's not like my world revolves around friendship!

Or, at least, I would like to THINK it doesn't.

Or maybe I DO. I'm not sure. But I DO KNOW I like talking about it. I gives me warm, happy feelings... It should give EVERYONE warm happy feelings! I am an average teen! THEREFORE EVERYONE IS LIKE ME! THEY MUST ENJOY FRIENDSHIP! FOR FRIENDSHIP IS...

Is...

I HATE YOU MRS. ITO! You gave me an evil black journal of DOOM that has given me friendship-block.

...Yes, friendship-block. There is such a thing. Don't argue with me about that.

Mom's calling me for dinner. Gotta go. SO LONG FOREVER EVIL BLACK JOURNAL OF DOOOOOOOM!

Day 2, 3:34 AM

I have come to a startling realization. I hate black. Black is darkness. But... Yami is darkness, too... and I like Yami... So is it that I actually like darkness? Should I not be mad at you, journal? Should I like your color your darkness?

Maybe darkness can be good. Maybe it's not darkness that should be feared and hated, but the evil that hides with in it.

Maybe darkness is not bad. We humans have mark it has a terrible thing, but there is really nothing wrong with darkness. We fear the unknown. Darkness being unable to see is unknown, so we've marked it as evil... Black is not evil, but rather neutral; hiding both good and bad...

Oh, God... I'm confusing myself. Too tired (yawn). Will go back to sleep...

12:46 PM

I am SOOO embarrassed!

When I said I couldn't bowl I wasn't kidding. We've play 3 games and I've knocked over a total of, oh, say, SIX PINS! Honda claims it's his first time bowling and he's doing WAAAAY better than me...

So far, Yugi is winning (duh). He keeps picking up spares. First, he knocks down most of the pins then Yami takes over and knocks the rest down... Talk about teamwork.

Ryou is surprisingly good at this. He's was only about 5 points behind Yugi and Yami in the first two games and I'm guessing he'd be winning if his yami didn't keep taking control and running off to the video games. A lot of people left the alley with A LOT of missing change...

So anyway, I decided NOT to compete in the third game (too bad to go on... ;;). I am now sitting in the bathroom and ranting away in THIS STUPID JOURNAL!

Why am I still writing in this? Jounouchi claims he just wrote like three lines in his yesterday... Yugi and Ryou have like a page and Honda hasn't even started his yet...

My cell phone's ringing...

OHMYGOD! It was Dad... Grandma's sick and in the Hospital! Got to go!

9:08 PM

Note to self: KILL Dad. Grandma is fine. She's still living in some fancy Tokyo apartment with four cats and a creepy landlord. Dad just wanted me home.

Why, you ask?

BECAUSE MY PSYCHO AUNT IS MOVING IN WITH US!

This is bad. Not good. Horrible. Bad, bad, bad.

You see, Aunt Kagami is exactly the most SANE person in the world. Apparently, she got kicked out of her apartment AGAIN and was fired from her job... AGAIN. Grandma (her own MOTHER!) refuses to let her crash with her so dad (being her much older brother) agreed to let her stay with us...

MY LIFE IS ENDING! DEATH IS UPON US! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay, I can handle this... I just need to take deep breaths and think happy thoughts of friends.

Friends... not helping... Slowly slipping into panic mode...

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kagami is moving in on Thursday, so that gives me about five days to talk her out of it... But how? How do you talk an insane woman out of living with you? After thinking this problem over for an hour or so I went straight to the expert: Ryou Bakura.

As to avoid what happened LAST TIME I called Ryou's house I decided to mask my voice on the off chance that his yami was in control at the moment. My conversation went something like this...

"Moshi moshi?" said a deep voice.

Disguising my own (voice, that is), I answered, "Moshi moshi! My I please speak to Ryou?"

"One second; may I ask who's calling?"

At this point I figured out it was his dad.

"Um..." I replied in a very itelligant manner. "No."

"Why not?" Mr. Bakura wanted to know.

"It's a, uh, secret."

"OOOOOOOoooooOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhh! I get it!"

"Huh?"

He pulled away from the phone and yelled. "RYOU! PHONE!"

I barely made out Ryou's voice in the background. "Who is it?"

I assumed Mr. Bakura was handing over the phone as he said something very, very wrong: "Your secret admirer." You could just SEE him winking at poor Ryou.

"Eh?" I squeaked.

"Uh, hello?" Ryou was on the phone now.

I hung up the phone as fast as possible.

How embarrassing! I mean, me and RYOU? He's nice and all, but I just can't see me and him TOGETHER. I am never going to call Ryou again...

Hmmm? My mom just said she's going out to buy a futon for Aunt Kagami... Wait, WHAT? She's going to stay in MY ROOM?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kagami can't stay in MY ROOM! Who knows what she'd do to it! We visited her for Christmas two years ago... Her entire apartment was painted BLOOD RED! I mean who in there right minds would paint a room that color, never mind the whole apartment? And she had dumped like ten gallons of glitter on her carpet (which was BLACK!). I mean, it looked kinda cool (a side from the fact it was black) but you got glitter stuck to your foot where ever you went. Plus, she has something against "white light." Her whole apartment was lighted by lava lamps... And she had these paintings of people being BEHEADED every where you looked... and these cardboard dolphins covered with tin foil were all over the place... and she had like 50 goldfish...

It was WEIRD.

Plus, my Aunt is infamous for joining this "vampire cult" thing when she was in college... She STILL (according to dad) cuts herself every once and a while to drink the blood.

Friend obsessed person + Vampire Woman not fun

I CANNOT let my friends know I'm related to her!