Author's notes: I owe the idea of this whole entire fic to my lovely group of psychotic, demented, and manic friends. I love you all! May the purple light of your insanity further inspire me in my endeavor to write as many PRO-ANZU Yu-Gi-Oh fics as my unusually long-fingered hands can.

Pairings: AnzuXMalik, others may appear in the future at my discretion

Notes: The only thing that would really make this story slightly AU would be the fact Bakura has his own body and Marik has been banished to the Shadow Realm. Also, this is just the prologue, where I explain the whole idea of a "random". Things, like Malik and Bakura's behavior, will be explained later. Who knows? Maybe the pairing will change…or maybe not…

Oh, and I'd like to thank Va1201 and Demona who was going to beta this…but couldn't because of a mishap with her computer. X.x Ah well, it's that thought that counts

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! The whole "random" thing, though, belongs to me and my home skillets. I mean, uh, my friends. Word.

"Random"

Prologue: Mazaki's random

"If I asked you, 'What's your random?', would you look at me like I had grown an extra head? Most likely, yes. See, a "random" is that special, so special it may be close to "intellectually challenged", something you do when someone calls out the word "random". Me? Ah, well you see, my random is the exact thing that started this whole…fiasco, should I say? What is my random, you ask? Well now, if I told you that, it would ruin the surprise…"


The Kame game shop. Normally, a quiet, almost completely unnoticeable mom-and-pop shop that houses many fine duel monster cards. Not today, however.

Today, the sounds of the raucous laughter, shouts, and screams of teenagers filled the space and floated out of the open doorway and into the streets. It had become a tradition after the Battle City tournament to gather every Saturday to play duel monsters and video games, and consume twice their body weight in junk food and sodas, of course. That was one year ago, and now, them being in their junior year, still kept the tradition going strong.

Let us further observe the current inhabitants of this quaint little shop, shall we?

Behind the counter, feet propped up unceremoniously on the glass counter and hands folded behind his head was Bakura. A scowl was ever present on his pale features and his cinnamon-brown eyes would occasionally open to gaze down with a false contempt at the teenagers spread out below him. In all honesty, he didn't really hold negative feelings toward them any longer, but one has to keep their reputation, don't they?

Puppy and chocolate brown eyes were fixated on the television screen before them as sporadic flashes of a dismembered head or splotch of blood here and there presented themselves to the drooling, fascinated boys.

Jou and Honda. Two boys that hold a fondness for each other akin to a brotherly love. Although both a little goofy and even immature at times, ask any of their friends about them and they'll all say the same thing: They're trustworthy, and always come through for their loved ones when in trouble. So it's safe to say both are great to depend upon.

"Hey, gimme the popcorn, jerkwad!" A hand promptly shoved itself into the blonde's face as the other busied itself with the theft of the popcorn bowl. "Get your hand outta my face, spike-head!" Small, buttery balls of yellow began to fly around the room as the two wrestled; shouts and occasional curse words flying from their mouths.

…Did I say these two were dependable? Well, as they say, you can't judge a book by its cover…

Just a bit beyond the two rascals sat Yugi and Yami. A pair of dark amethyst and light amethyst, so close in color it was almost impossible to differentiate, both scrutinized the game in front of themselves, a million different tactics swarming in their minds to help guide them to their ultimate goal: victory over the other.

Yami was so focused on the game in front of himself; his intense gaze never left the playing field. The light gaze of Yugi, however, couldn't help but flicker every so often to the blue and white checkered couch sitting behind Jou and Honda, who just now started to calm down and once again veg out on the movie.

What was it that Yugi found so enrapturing, that he would even put the chance of winning against his counterpart in danger, just to sneak a peek? Why, none other than the brunette sandwiched between Ryou and Malik.

Anzu Mazaki. An aspiring dancer, ever optimistic and one who always searches for every possible path to her goal, never giving up even when it seems impossible to continue on.

Her pair of unnaturally vibrant blue eyes casually watched the TV, but sometimes snuck a worried look at the boy to her left, and an almost pleading one to her right.

Ryou Bakura. Though he may not have been as close-knit as the others, he couldn't help but say yes when Anzu suddenly showed up at his doorstep asking if he wanted to join them for a movie. Out of everyone, Anzu was the one who made the largest effort to include him on activities they did. Unfortunately for Anzu, he rather enjoyed the bloodbath that was playing on the screen, so help from him was out of the question.

What exactly was it that Anzu needed help with? The boy, or man, as he would most certainly correct, that decided to make himself quite comfortable next to Anzu not so long ago. He had come in with Bakura, who originally came looking for his roommate. But when his gaze fell upon the girl on the couch, a devious smile spread upon his handsome features. Why not have a little fun before he left…?

And so Anzu was left squirming as Malik would inch ever closer, warm breath tickling the girl's ears, fingers "accidentally" brushing against her arm here and there.

She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't enjoy the feeling his skin against her own produced, and yet she continued to deny the electric, thrilling sensation, trying desperately to push his very existence to the far corners of her mind.

And it worked…for a while. Soon, the movie came to an end, and everyone said their goodbyes until no one but the two were left on the couch, for Yami and Yugi went up front to close the store.

And did she imagine it, or did Bakura wink at her as he left?

And this is where our story begins, on a white and blue checkered couch in the musky darkness of the Kame game shop.


Breathe Anzu, breathe…Oh, not too hard! Then he'll think you're nervous…

As Anzu tried frantically to control the rise and fall of her chest, Malik shifted on the sofa so he could face the girl; one leg dangling off the side as the other was curled on the cushion.

Idly, his hand traversed the back of the couch until it came to Anzu's hair, and stopped. Long, deft fingers weaved in and out of the silken chocolate, as he leaned just a bit closer then she would've liked.

"I want to play a game with you, Mazaki…" Thick, warm, and heady, his breath tickled her ear and she barely managed to suppress the delightful shiver that threatened to overtake her body. She knew the signs of a physical attraction…but with him? There was just no way…there had to be some rational explanation for this…

Clearing her throat, she scooted back from him and turned to meet his piquant gaze. And she found herself trapped. Enthralling, enchanting, alluring. There really was no word perfect enough to describe his eyes, so pretty and mysterious…

"W-what kind of game?" She inwardly winced. Her voice sounded weak, vulnerable, as if she was his prey and without really trying, he already caught her. His other hand slowly moved between them, tracing circles that barely, just barely, brushed against her bare leg. She was beginning to regret having worn shorts.

"I want play a game called 'Random'…" A moment of confusion, and perhaps, disappointment? If the situation had been different, she may have laughed. What was she hoping; that he wanted to play doctor and the naughty nurse? Great, now her hormones were getting the best of her.

"How do you play?" Something identifiable, and something that unnerved her, flashed in his eyes, the color that reminded her of violets and lilacs, before he answered in the voice that sent shivers down her spine, dark and full of secrets she found she was dying to unravel.

"Every time you hear the word 'random', there will be something you have to do, no matter the circumstances. It could be a phrase you have to say, a noise you have to make, or…an action you have to take." The suspicion that had begun creeping on her earlier began to trickle away. So all he wanted to do really was to play a game? And yet again, that fleeting stab of disappointment.

"Alright, I'm up for it." He smiled. A fox's smile full of secrets and trickery. "Good. Then your random will be…you have to kiss the person nearest to you." She sputtered.

"I have to what? No, there's just no – I'm not…I can't! I won't! I don't want to play." Pouting, she crossed her arms and glared, a fierce, roaring blue fire clashing with a dancing, merry purple.

He 'tsked', wagging a finger in front of her teasingly. "You already agreed to play, Anzu. You're not going to go back on it…are you?" She lowered her head to glare up at him from underneath dark lashes. "Maybe I will."

The corner of Malik's mouth twitched. That wouldn't do at all. He'd been waiting forever for the chance to be alone with her, corner her, and now she was going to defy him? Well maybe he had to try a different approach then…

He smiled once again and trapped her with his eyes. "I'll play if you play." The hot anger wavered and she asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

Malik leaned in closer, so close their faces were just inches apart. "I mean, you can give me a random if you agree to mine." Quickly, so quick that she wasn't even positive it happened, his hand brushed against her cheek before he claimed his previous spot on the couch.

It was rather hot in there, she decided. So she agreed. She agreed to play his game, as long as she could get out of there where her thoughts seemed to be muddled and every nerve was on fire, sensitive to everything.

Anzu shot off the couch and strode to the door. Before leaving, she turned and gave him a fox's smile of her own. "Whenever you hear the word 'random', Malik, you will go to the nearest person and ask them to take a hot bath with you." A wink, and she pranced out.

Malik was left sitting on the couch, a look that warred with stun and annoyance on his face. Then he smirked. "Touché, Mazaki, touché."

Oh what fun the next few days would be for Yugi and company…

To be continued…

Well, that's it for the prologue! Ah, I'm going to have so much fun with these two. Please keep in mind that there's a definite chance the rating will go up in the future. Oh, and if you're wondering…yes, I do have a "random" of my own. Nothing too bad. Except when you're downtown where there are a lot of people…

Please leave your thoughts/comments! Constructive criticism is always welcome, and I think I'd like three or so reviews before I continue…