I'm back for a multific! I know these chapters might be small, but in an attempt to better proof read, I'm writing these chapter by hand. So though this is like 3 pages in word, it's 5 pages by hand. Also, there's going to be about 16 or so chapters. I own nothing (well, a few OCs here and there).

Revenge

Chapter 1

It had surprised all of them. Atem's choice. He knew the consequences of his decision, but he still elected to stay. Ishizu had warned him of what would become of him now. With a shrug he had said, "I have one final task." At the time everyone had been confused.

By the time graduation had come, Atem's task had been discovered. He was more or less immortal, but he wanted to spend his life with one person. He wanted to hold her, have children with her, and he with her forever. He wanted Anzu Mazaki. Anzu had been shocked. "Why me?" She had asked at the time. With a coy smile, Atem had said, "Isn't it obvious?"

Anzu wasn't sure what to make of this new Atem. In the past, she had only seen glimpses of this carefree youth. It was refreshing to be with that Atem all of the time.

"What about your life?" She had asked him once. She would grow old and die while he would stay the same throughout time.

"There are ways," he answered simply. Anzu continued to puzzle over his riddles, but knew better than to push him.

After graduation, however, she had little time to worry about the future. She only cared about the present.

Atem had proposed to her.

Anzu had simply handed the whole wedding planning to her mother, Sakura. Atem's religion was long gone and it would be hard to find someone willing to have an Egyptian wedding. Anzu's family was primarily Christian as her mother's parents had come to Japan from England.

Atem knew little of current day weddings, much less of Anzu's slightly less popular religion type of wedding. Anzu never made it overly obvious that her religion varied from most of her friends. Now that she found herself explain concepts she had grown up with that her friends had only read about in class, she began to question if it would be easier to have a traditional Japanese wedding. Her friends and Atem quelled her fears. She could have the wedding however she pleased.

On the day of the wedding, Anzu sat before her vanity table, her hands clutched over her chest as if she were praying. Miho, Shizuka, Mai, and Sakura rushed about preparing last minute duties before the ride to the shrine. Though the wedding service and vows would be Christian based, Anzu and Atem had thought a Japanese shrine would help bridge the culture gap.

"Momma, did you double check that the communion juice was red grape? Atem likes grapes and I don't want him to be more freaked out than he is and-"

"Anzu, it's fine. I delivered the bottle myself yesterday. Your friend Ryou was there with the boys setting up. He saw to it that the juice was where it needed to be," Sakura calmed her as she packed the make up into a bag to take to the shrine.

Mai nodded and sat beside her. "Hon, don't you worry about juice. Atem would drink mud as long as you're happy."

Anzu smiled sweetly at her friend before returning her nod. "You're right. I just want everything to be perfect…" She glanced at herself in the oval mirror. "I still can't believe this is real…"

Sakura moved to stand behind her daughter, her hands moving to Anzu's intricate bun. "I know, sweetie! It's like a fairy tale! The right guy just arrives out of the blue and wants to marry you! And he's rich! You won't have to move to America to earn a living now!"

Anzu sighed. Her mother was very much against her moving to New York. "You're so young! And New York is such a big city! All of the violence!"

If Sakura knew of the violence she had seen with Atem, she wouldn't be so willing to hand her daughter over. Sakura and everyone else that didn't know the whole story had been lied to. The Ishtars invented a life for Atem. Atem Mutou…Yugi's Egyptian cousin. Of course, Mrs. Mutou had been let in the loop. The loop that her husband's "twin brother" had ran off with a rich, Egyptian belly dancer girl. They both died and now Atem lived with his only family. As for being wealthy, Atem was technically the Pharaoh of Egypt. The Ishtars said there was a secret trust fund for him with bank accounts in Japan, Egypt, America, and other countries that Anzu hadn't been told about.

Mrs. Mutou had taken it all in stride. Yugi said he had over heard her telling Gramps that maybe Atem's future need of a cover story had been the reason her husband had died in the car wreck.

The Mutous didn't talk much about the accident. All Anzu really knew about it was that Mr. Mutou had been driving and that he died on impact. Mrs. Mutou and toddler Yugi had been in the back seat. For the most part, they had gotten away fine. The only exception being that Yugi broke something or the other and that –mixed with his father's genetics- was the reason he was so short. It was shortly after that Yugi was given the puzzle. It gave him something to focus on other than his depressed mother and his deceased father.

Maybe Mrs. Mutou was right. Maybe all of this had been preplanned by God or fate.

Mai patted Anzu's hand, bringing the girl's focus to her friend. "It's time, hon."

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Sakura rushed to the shrine to see that everything was ready. Anzu's bridesmaids helped Anzu maneuver her kakeshita so that she could exit the car.

"What a beautiful day," Shizuka gushed, sheltering her eyes as she glanced up at the sunny sky.

Anzu smoothed the silky material down her legs. "I forgot how many stairs there were…Maybe we should have sprung for a shrine with an elevator…"

Mai shrugged. "We made it up for rehearsal; we can make it for the real deal. Come on," Mai clapsed the dancer on the shoulder. "Atem's waiting for you. Just focus on that and you'll do just fine."

And Anzu did just that when Sakura gave them the okay to come up.

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Seeing Atem waiting for her…made her heart pound in her chest. She wanted to toss her grandmother's veil out of her face but between her father holding her arm and her bouquet, she didn't have a free hand. She settled for flashing him a smile. She wasn't sure if he could see it from the distance or the veil, but somehow she knew he was aware of it.

Her azure eyes blinked to clear the tears that had formed. It may have been a trick of the light, but she swore Atem's eyes held his own tears. She sighed in relief when she finally reached the alter. Her blusher was removed and her hand placed into Atem's. He grinned at her and squeezed it gently. Her fears before were silly and invalid. Everything (including the juice she had voiced concern over) was perfect.

When the preacher presented them as Mr. and Mrs. Mutou, Anzu wanted to squeal and kiss Atem again. She could contain herself for a few more minutes, but it seemed Atem could not. It brought a laugh from the crowd when he pulled her ever closer and captured her lips once more. Anzu's face was cherry red when he released her. It was so unlike him to be affectionate in public but she recalled the day he had proposed. He had said, "I want everyone to know you are mine."

Anzu's stomach gave a pleasant flip as he towed her down the aisle, their procession following in practiced order.

It was official…they were together…forever…

And nothing would make her happier.