Summary:

Anzu had walked into a bar out of curiosity. Who better to meet in the middle of the night at a crowded bar than… Marik himself?!

Me: Oookay everyone. This is mah first fan fiction on… So yeah… anyways, enjoy the fan fic. Don't own Yugioh!

Possible Impossibility

Anzu was having a bad day. No, Anzu was having a horrible, stupid, eff-ed up day. No matter how many times she tried looking onto the good side, something bad happened. She woke up in the morning after falling off her bed, nearly fell off her own stairs, missed the bus, got mud rained on her while walking down the street, got sent to the office, got her ass yelled at, and forgot to do her homework…which brought her grade from B to D.

Anzu sighed as she walked home from school. She didn't feel like being crammed up into a bus with noisy kids. She came around her house. Suddenly, her blood ran cold. In front of her house was her dad's car.

Oh damn, she thought. Not again…

Hands shaking, Anzu opened the door to her house. It seemed quiet… eerily quiet. She tip-toed silently to the stairs, when suddenly she jumped at the loud voice.

"Anzu!! Haul your ass in here right now, you preppy slut!!!"

Taking a shaky breath, Anzu bravely walked into the kitchen to see her dad sitting at the table. Her mother, standing at the sink cleaning dishes, looked at Anzu with sympathy, then turned back to her work.

"Teach said you dropped a grade or two," bellowed Mr. Mazaki. "What the Hell's wrong with you?!"

Anzu swallowed. "I am sorry, Dad. I'll try harder next ti-" Anzu didn't get to finish her sentence, for suddenly a glass cup smashed against the wall. Chunks of clear shrapnel slashed at Anzu's face, blood seeping down her chin.

"I'll tell you what you're going to do, you little bitch! You're going to school tomorrow with a better attitude and more respect for your father!!!" Another glass flung at the wall. Anzu's mother winced, taking out a broom and dust pan, cleaning up the mess.

"Feh!" Anzu's father stood up, standing next to his daughter. His eyes narrowed at her as he slapped her full on the cheek, smiling as she whimpered. He then turned, walking out the door, and slamming it shut with enough force to shake the windows. Anzu felt her sore cheek, tears streaming down her eyes. Mrs. Mazaki stood up, walking over to her daughter.

"Honey…I'm so so-"

"Why did you marry him!?" Anzu interrupted abruptly. "You always let him walk over us as if we were dirt!! You're terrible!!" Anzu rushed to her room, slamming the door behind her. She collapsed onto her bed, bawling as if there were no tomorrow. As she finally calmed down, she sat up, looking at the sky. It had gotten dark. Anzu sighed. It was just another day, but something had snapped inside of her. She took her long brown jacket and walked downstairs. Her mother wasn't around so she snuck out the door into the cold night.

It was dark, but not dark enough to not be able to see. Anzu walked down the street past people and places with no real destination in mind. She just wanted to get away, away from everything that caused problems, everything that cause pain in her life. She finally stopped, looking up ahead. There were still people out and about here and there. She turned her head, realizing that she was near a bar. She blinked, hearing the loud, raucous noises inside.

Curiosity finally took over her as she walked into the bar. It was just as she suspected. Dirty, man-infested with strippers and hookers. Great. She rolled her eyes as she looked around. She spotted a bar stool and sat herself on it. The bartender behind the counter gave her a warm smile.

"What can I get you?"

"Um…" Anzu blushed slightly, never really having experience with bars. "Well uh…I'd like just a glass of water please."

The bartender chuckled. "Yeah, if only that guy over there would just order water." He pointed with his thumb to the other side of the counter. Anzu's eyes followed his thumb to see a figure slumped over the counter. A beer bottle still remained in his hand while other empty bottles stood at the side. The man had dark clothing…a cape… spikey hair…

"Oh my dear sweet Jesus…" Anzu breathed. It was Marik!