Updates should be pretty quick with this. I'm really excited about it. I own nothing. Oh, it's set during WW2, but the war is not actually WW2. It's a fictional war based around that time period.

Demon Lover

Prologue

Every day new reports came in. The enemy had advance. Then we had. Another regiment of soldiers had been killed. Another shipment went out. The next draft had been drawn. The enemy advanced. We advanced.

No matter what happened, the dance of war was deadly. No matter how far we advanced, we always lost. Sometimes as many as three regiments. Everyday, I grew closer to the news that he would not come back to me…

X

1940

Anzu did not remember when exactly the war had started. She did not even know why it had. She figured that not many people really knew either.

All she knew was that ever since it had begun when she was a child, people began treating Atem differently. Many did not even call him "Atem" anymore, instead giving him the nick name "Yami." Dark. Anzu did not understand why Atem was even called that. The only difference between them was that he was part Egyptian. And, he was anything but that, even if his beautiful eyes were the color of blood, of evil. She knew that from the bottom of her heart.

She also did not understand why it was only Atem that was cruelly treated. His twin, Yuugi, was not given a cruel name. Yuugi was adored by everyone.

Anzu had grown up with the Mutou boys. They were her closest friends. Her parents disagreed with her choice, rather wanting her to play with the Jounouchi siblings or Honda boy. She just did not click with them. They were all too…normal. She supposed that is why her parents liked them so much. They were sensible friends from good families. However, Anzu did not want normal or sensible. She wanted Atem and Yuugi.

Together, they made up games that would have made any other child quiver in nervousness. They had fun. And, Anzu did not have to worry about being a proper lady. She kicked off her dainty heels and hitched up her skirts and climbed to the highest branches of the tallest tree. She swam in the creek in only her underskirts and corsets. Looking back, years later, she supposed that had been foolish, even of a mere child, to be so carefree around Atem and his brother.

However, that feeling of being carefree is what is loved. She could truly be herself with them. Especially Atem. When Yuugi would fear that she would get hurt, Atem would roll his eyes and say, "How could she? We're here." Atem had always been so brave. He never gave up. Never settled.

She remembered being a younger girl of fifteen, of sitting in the drawing room with her mother and father. They listened to the crackling radio, missing words every so often. They had been drawing the next draft. Anzu waited with baited breath.

Her breath escaped her in a wild gasp and her eyes had widened. Atem and Yuugi's birthday had been drawn.

She lurched to her feet and sprinted from her home. She heard her parents follow her and stopping in the front door to call after her. However, she went on. She ignored them. Her skirts swirled around her, her heels clicking on the uneven sidewalk as she ran. Her hair spilt from her bun and fell around her face. Ahead, she could see the outline of someone rushing towards her. Tears welled and spilt.

She cried out for Atem and leaped forward. She crashed against his chest and sobbed. Atem wrapped his arms around her slender waist and held her tightly to him. He buried his face in her soft hair. She tilted her head back and he moved to gaze down at her. She lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his gently, nervously. He kissed her back passionately, their lips moved wildly.

When they broke away, they rested their foreheads against the others and panted. Ocean and blood clashed.

"Wait for me…" He had whispered.

"Forever." She had breathed back.

Their lips crashed together once more.

~MutantEnemy6789