And here's part two, finally. I'm going to go finish my other one shot and hopefully have it up by the end of the week. I'm sorry that I'm not posting too much anymore...School and life tends to do that. Anyway, I own nothing.

Breaking Point

Part 2

The breaking point came when Yuugi met Anzu at the shoe lockers one day after school. Anzu had slipped off her pink school jacket to cool off, as spring was approaching and the afternoons were growing warmer. However, as she was sliding it off her left arm, she froze when she heard Yuugi gasp loudly. She quickly slipped her stuffy jacket back on. But it was too late.

They had seen it. They had seen the dark purple bruises on her arm shaped like fingers that marred her perfect pale skin.

Yami immediately took over. He vaguely noticed how her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed slightly, but he paid it no mind as he carefully pushed her up against the row of lockers. Anzu's face paled beneath her blush as she stared at him with wide eyes. His hands went to her shoulders and he began to push her jacket down.

Anzu did not try to stop him; she merely glanced around with her eyes nervously. "Pharaoh…this isn't the place to talk about this…"

He gave her no reply, though he so very much wanted to tell her that there was no right place to talk about someone harming her. He locked his jaw as he pulled the jacket from her arms and tossed it onto a bench behind them. He gently took her arm and examined the bruise, carefully brushing his fingers over the violet streaks. His crimson eyes met her sapphire ones when she winced from the feather like pressure.

"Who did this?" He demanded, his voice dripping with possessive venom. Whoever had dared to man handle his precious Anzu would pay dearly.

She looked away. "I…it's nothing. I…I tripped and this guy grabbed my arm before I fell." She kept her eyes averted from his hard gaze.

One of his hands went to her face. He cupped her cheek and turned her to face him. "I know when you are lying Anzu. You are lying to me now. Now, tell me the truth. Who has hurt you?" His voice and eyes were mesmerizing and Anzu was immediately under his spell. She told him everything.

"Keirebu. He follows me to and from work. He keeps trying to…" She blushed deeply and looked down with her eyes.

"He keeps trying to what, Anzu?" He whispered, half knowing what she would say.

She met his gaze, her face bright red. She was uncertain of how to tell him the truth. "He…he wants me to…sleep with him…" She muttered, hoping he had not heard her.

Rage filled the spirit at the confirmation of his fears. He had to focus all of his energy on keeping his face and voice calm. "I'm going with you to Burger World tonight."

Anzu had tried to stop him, but it had been futile. Two hours later, Yami sat at one of Anzu's booths at Burger World nursing a soft drink. He knew his presence disturbed Anzu, but he could not leave. Keirebu had threatened and hurt her. Yami would make him pay dearly.

Yami's narrowed crimson eyes watched Anzu as she darted from table to table, filling orders, refilling drinks, and smiling happily. Of course, her smile looked happy, but Yami knew. He knew every subtle change in her face. He knew she was scared –terrified- and tense.

As her shift drew to an end, she ghosted over to his booth. "See, I told you it was nothing. It was a one-time thing." Her voice was high pitched and cracked.

Yami raised a slender brow. "Then why are you nervous?" His voice was low so as only she could hear it.

Anzu opened her mouth to retort when the bell above the door rang out. Anzu tensed –the way she had everytime the bell had rang- and slowly turned to greet the customer. However, unlike the other times, her stance did not relax. Yami's eyes of blood snapped to the door and he stood quickly, moving to stand beside Anzu, his stance protective and somewhat possessive.

The boy that had entered, Keirebu, was bigger and taller than Yami. He wore an oversized purple shirt and faded denim jeans. He was pale, yet red-faced with a mop of blonde hair that fell into his pale blue eyes. He grinned when he spotted Anzu.

Anzu shrank into herself and moved closer to Yami. The Pharaoh kept his eyes locked on Keirebu.

"Anzu!" He called, moving towards them. His gaze slide over to Yami and he gave a mean and wicked smile. "Well, look who it is. The famous Mutou Yuugi. The King of Games."

Yami and Anzu remained silent. The conversations belonging to the scant other customers slowed to a stop. Tension built in the air, making it thick. The only sounds were from the soft clicking of Keirebu's sneakers and the grill sizzling in the back. The peaked out the service window, his small black eyes wide and a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Keirebu's smirk grew. "You think you're so cool, don't cha? 'Cause you're the mother flippin' King of Games. But you're nothing. You have no real friends. The only reason she hangs out with you is because you're Yu-Gi-Oh. She's just a little attention whore."

Yami's gaze flickered once more to Anzu, he could see the tears welling in her oceanic eyes. Her lips quivered and she shook her head, her shoulders slumped…She looked absolutely hopeless. "Keirebu, stop…please…You're lying." She mumbled thickly.

Yami turned his attention back to Keirebu. "You don't know her. Everything you claim is false."

Keirebu snorted. "Apparently you don't know her. All girls are the same. They only care about themselves. She's just one in a million."

She's just one in a million.

One in a million.

Yami's hands fisted, his knuckles cracking loudly. "She is one in a million. If you took a million girls, I would guarantee that you would not find another girl like her. In fact, I would bet on it."

The bully chuckled. "Too bad you can't. There's no way to test your theory."

The gamer smirked, an old gleam entering his eyes. Anzu blinked slowly and looked up at him. "Yami…" He glanced down at her from the corner of his eye before looking back at his opponent.

"Let's play a game. A shadow game."

Anzu clutched Yami's hand tightly between her own two. "Yami, please…"

Yami paid her no mind, his sharp attention not wavering from Keirebu. At length, he nodded. "Alright. I'll accept your game challenge," he nodded his head towards the blue-eyed dancer. "Winner gets the girl."

Anzu shivered under his gaze. She narrowed her eyes at Yami. "Don't you dare lose. I'm not a constellation prize!"

Yami finally looked down at her. "I never lose." He then nodded his agreement at Keirebu. "Winner gets Anzu."

And then, the Eye of Horus appeared on Yami's forehead as around then, swirling black and purple mist covered everything. The diner disappeared and there was a feminine yelp of surprise as Anzu vanished. Keirebu looked around nervously, shocked that the other youth had been able to actually challenge him.

A loud popping noise sounded, as, literally, a million Anzus surrounded them. They all wore the waitress outfit, all had the same hair and eyes…They was no way to know which was the real Anzu.

Keirebu blinked and began mumbling uncertainties. "Just…uh…what happens…loser…"

Yami smirked darkly. "The loser shall see. Now," he held his arm out. "Take your pick. Which is the real Anzu? If she is truly just one in a million, any of these will be the real one. However, if she is one in a million, there will only be one Anzu."

Keirebu blinked. "Shouldn't be too hard." And then he set off. His eyes wheeled around searching for a girl. After all, she was not anything special. Any girl would work. He just wanted one that he would have the most fun with after he won. He set forward and grabbed the closest girl by her arm. He yanked her forward and clutched her to himself. "This is Anzu."

Yami nodded. "Very well. Now, I make my choice."

The Pharaoh went about finding Anzu a different way. He knew the truth. There was only one Anzu. In the sea of azure eyes around him, there was only one pair that was like staring into a crystal clear ocean. Only one girl with pale skin that flushed when she smiled. Only one girl that dreamed to be a dancer and had the skills to be one. Only one girl that loved her friends more than anything and would do anything for them. Only one girl that was brave enough to stay be his side in his darkest hours.

Only one that he loved.

And that's when he knew. He lifted his hand and pointed to an Anzu in the far back. "Anzu," he whispered. The girl blinked. Around them, the others faded away leaving Yami, Keirebu, and the two Anzus. Yami held out his hand and his Anzu slowly walked towards him, taking his hand in her own. He then turned to Keirebu.

"And now, we see who the real Anzu is. Your move."

Keirebu swallowed thickly before plastering on a confident grin. He pushed his Anzu forward. "Alright. Speak, girl," he commanded. Yami winced. No one should ever speak to Anzu –or another person- like a dog.

Keirebu's Anzu tilted her head to the side, grinned, and stared ahead blankly. She opened her mouth and shouted out, "Friendship!" in a loud, obnoxious voice.

Yami's Anzu blinked her eyes of sapphire. "Do I…really sound like that?"

Keirebu's red face paled as the imposter Anzu faded away. He knew he had lost…What he didn't know was what his punishment would be. His beady eyes widened as he stared at Yami's cold face, the Eye of Sennen glowing brightly. The dark gamer held out his hand, his fingers spread wide, and his eyes narrowed, his thick ebony lashes brushing at the corners of his unearthly eyes.

"Keirebu. You could not realize that each person is special. That every girl truly is one in a million, not just one in a million. The acceptable punishment is to make you just that. Just one in a million. Boring. Unable to stand out. Trapped in a world where no one sees you, no one cares. No one loves you." His voice was low, deadly. Not only did Keirebu shiver in fear, but so did Anzu.

The dancer looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes of sapphire. Her hand tightened around Yami's as he spared her a glance. Their eyes clashing. Yami searched her tearful eyes. His own softened at seeing her scared.

"Yami…let him go…please. You've proved your point." She whispered softly.

The spirit blinked slowly at her quiet plea. The Eye slowly fading away and leaving ghostly pale skin in its absence. She was right. He had taught Keirebu the intended lesson, there was no need to punish him. And Anzu…the one he longed to protect…did not want the bully to be punished.

Anzu's pure desire out weighted his own darker ones. He would not revert back to those days of being a monster of the darkness.

Slowly, he turned his attention back to Keirebu. "You should thank her," the gamer of darkness said quietly as around them, the shadows began to fade away.

They vaguely heard Keirebu stutteringly offer his thanks and apologies. His voice grew dimmer as, around Anzu and Yami, Anzu's front porch came into focus. Anzu began to relax at seeing the familiar white, wooden rails, steps, floor, and door. Her childlike eyes returned to Yami's as he stared at her curiously.

She blushed softly in the darkness. "Thanks…"

The only way Yami could think of to offer his welcome and his own thanks for her saving him from his own darkness was to pull her closer…

And kiss her softly.

And she returned it.

End