Chains
A Yugioh Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Find Me
By: Legacy of Darkness
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: R (Considering rape, abuse, and lots of blood... maybe in future chapters?)
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO... blah, blah, blah. Is this really this necessary? I'd be rich if I owned it. There'd be no point in writing fanfics. Duh!
Hey guys. I'm sorry this took so long. I bet you guys thought I died. Hehe. Well I figured I might as well re-edit the story if I'm gonna try to finally finish it. It might take longer then I wish it will just because me computer's memory was reset so I have no fanfiction files on here. I'll work as fast as I can. Thanks for all your support. I love you guys.
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Water. It was everywhere. Mizaki Anzu looked up at the clouded sky. Why did it have to rain today out of all days? She glanced at her wristwatch. 9:47PM. She quickly pulled her jacket over her head and walked away from the dance studio. What choice did she have? Both her parents were out of town and the guys were probably each warm in their respective houses. The streets of the Domino Prefecture were abandoned and the eerie silence sent shivers down the brunette's spine. The night seemed darker and colder then it should have been for mid-autumn. She picked up her pace. It was late and no matter how safe Domino was, she knew better. She knew about rapists. Now she really wanted to get home as soon as possible. She was so lost in thought, that she didn't see the man walking in her direction, eyes on the ground
Thud. Anzu looked up at the man she had bumped into. She was about to yell at him, tell him to watch where he was going, when she noticed who who he was. Her azure eyes stared, frightened, into deep lilac orbs, unable to look away.
'It can't be...'
Right when she open her mouth to speak, Malik placed his thumb on her lips. Something about him seemed to sooth her. She found herself lost in his gaze, caught under his deep spell. Anzu's eyelids became heavy as he leaned in, whispering something into her ear. His breath felt warm against the side of her face. He was so close...
"... Find me."
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Anzu looked at the Egyptian before her, his body soaked in blood. His clothes torn and cuts and bruises adorned his dark skin, but what hurt her the most were his eyes. Pain was dripping from their depths. Pain. Malik wasn't known for showing pain. She knew this. She knew he had endured the worst of pains yet not once did she see him cry or scream. He was dominant, ruling, yet here he was in front of her tears falling from his soft, lavender eyes. Anzu reached out her hand to caress his scared face, to comfort him. She felt she needed to. She felt she needed to him him. As her fingers grazed his skin, he disappeared, faded away. Gone into thin air. The brunette stood there in total shock, darkness all around her as it had been from the beginning. Then she heard him, his voice distant, as if he were far away.
"... Find me."
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Anzu jolted upright in her bed, sweat dripping from her body. Her brain was pounding in her head.
'Where-- My room... but how?'
She looked at her surroundings. Her room was not too girly but with an evident female touch. She wasn't to focused on the way her bedroom looked. She had always had other things to worry about, schoolwork, for example. The walls were a faded, soft pink, thanks to her mother. The sheets on the bed and the curtains were slightly darker in to contrast the walls. The bed had a simple wooden bed frame that matched in color with the cherry wood floor. There was a small black desk in the back of the room, a small sofa not far away from it, since her screen doubled as a tv half of the time. Behind the couch, a curtain, that hid the door that lead to her bathroom. There was also a wall closet on the same wall as the door, leaving only a few inches between the two. Anzu put her hand against her forehead, trying to stop her head from spinning.
As she sat there, memories flooded back into her hurting head. Memories of practice, of the rain, of him. Her sapphire eyes shot open. She remembered everything. His eyes, his touch,... his words.
"...Find me."
She blushed. They had been so close before. She could still feel his warm breath on her ear... Then she remembered his eyes. Clouded and distant. If she hadn't known better, she would've sworn it wasn't him. Malik's eyes had always captivated her, lured her to them. Anzu couldn't count how many times she had lost herself in their depths, but now they seemed almost lost, scared... almost. Next was his face. There was a fading scar on his right cheek, a straight cut. It looked as if it had been made swift and effortless. A knife was her guess, but what-- who could have done that? Why? Questions kept running through her mind, but one stood out the most.
'How'd I get home?'
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After a long, hot shower and a change of wardrobe, Anzu made her way downstairs. Breakfast. Right now it was the only thing on her mind and since her mother wasn't home she had to make it herself.
'Sigh. What a drag.'
She made her way to the kitchen and open a cupboard to discover a diverse collection of cereals. She took the Honey Nut Cheerios and poured herself a bowl before putting the box back where it was. After pouring milk into the bowl and fetching the spoon, Anzu sat herself on a stool and leaned on the counter. She took her time. She had too much on her mind to focus on eating. Malik, his eyes, his words wouldn't leave her at peace.
"...Find me"
"What the fuck did he mean..."
After a few minutes later, Anzu placed the bowl in the dishwasher and walked out the door. She had to at least tell the others what had happened. Maybe then things could start to make sense.
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"Oh, good morning Anzu."
"Good morning, Yuugi. Am I the first one here?"
The Kami Game Shop. The Mutou's home and livelihood.
"Yup. You know how Jou and Honda are."
Anzu giggled. How could she forget? Jounouchi Katsuya not only held two part-time jobs, he also went to school, something he was barely passing. Honda Hiroto was just lazy. Both were probably still sleeping, that or rushing to get over to the game shop. It was only around 10:30AM anyway. Anzu wandered farther into the shop and up the stairs to the living quarters, Yuugi right behind her. When they reached the foot of the staircase, Yuugi's grandfather, Mutou Sugoroku, was making his way down the stairs as well.
"Good morning, Mr. Mutou. How have you been?"
"Good, good. And the others?"
"Grandpa, do we really need to answer that?"
A jolly laugh escaped the short man. His grandson was right.
"Guess not. Well go on you two. I'll stay and tend to the shop."
Both teens thanked him before heading upstairs. The living quarters were as comfortable as any apartment could be. The stairs lead directly to the living room and to the other side of the room was a small kitchen, a dinning table in the center. The small hall in between the two lead to the only two bedrooms in the house. Small but comfortable.
"Yuugi, can I talk to you for a second?"
Anzu made her way to the couch and sat down. Yuugi had already taken a seat. He gave her a soft look, almost loving. No, not almost. He loved her. He always had.
'If only she knew...'
"What is it, Anzu? Something wrong?"
She lowered her head and played with her fingers. Why was it so hard to tell him all of the sudden? She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. She needed to tell someone.
"I--"
"Good mornin' everybody!"
Yuugi looked up at the blonde with bright eyes. Anzu, on the other hand, wasn't as happy to see him. He had interrupted them and now telling the shorter boy about Malik was out of the question. If she told him, she had to tell the blonde and that would only start trouble, if they believed her.
"Jou, Honda. Good morning guys."
"Morin'"
Honda raised his hand in greeting. To him and everyone else present, Jounouchi was way too happy. Anzu, though, was the first to mention it.
"What happen to you? Mai looked your way?"
Yuugi couldn't stop himself from laughing and Honda couldn't hold back a snicker. Anzu smirked as she noticed how red Jou's face had gotten in a matter of seconds. They all knew he harbored feelings for the older woman, he was just too stubborn to admit it.
"N-No. I just woke up on da right side of da bed, das all."
He plopped himself on the couch next to the brunette, spreading his arms out and yawning. He opened an eye and looked at her, not really interested in what he was asking.
"So... What were you guys talkin' 'bout?"
"Well..."
"We didn't get to talk about anything since you jumped in here."
Jou shot the Mutou a look. He didn't jump in, he walked. He might have jumped unto the couch but not into the room.
"Well, why don't 'cha say what 'cha was going to say before I jumped in."
"Anzu..."
Again, the nervousness built up inside of her. It was hard enough to try and tell Yuugi, but Jounouchi and Honda, too? She didn't know if they'd believe her story or laugh in her face, but she had to tell them. She'd go crazy if she kept to herself. The dream she had had that morning didn't help. She could still see the tears, the blood. Anzu took a deep breath and spoke in a slow, quiet voice.
"I... I saw Malik last night..."
Silence and wide eyes. Jounouchi was the first one to break the ice, being who he was.
"You serious?"
Anzu shot him an angry look. She knew he was going to doubt her. That was the reason she wanted to tell Yuugi and only Yuugi. At least he wouldn't say it to her face.
"Of course! Why would I lie!"
"... Just sayin'... Why would he be here, anyway?"
He was right. Malik wouldn't come to Japan for no reason. It was the kind of person he was. He needed a reason for everything he did, even if no one else knew it. Yuugi had to speak next. Since Atemu had moved on, he had become the voice of reason.
"Don't worry about it, Anzu. Even if it was him, as long as he doesn't start any trouble, it's okay, right?"
"... Yeah, I guess."
'Should I tell them what he told me?'
She looked around at each of her friends' faces. Jounouchi had taken his layed-back position next to her again, nodding his head to what Yuugi had just pointed out. Honda had stayed quiet during the whole outburst, leaning on the couch behind Jou. Yuugi gave her a comforting look. She loved that look. A small smile came to her rose-colored lips.
'Nah... I think I'll figure that one out on my own.'
Tired of the silence, Honda spoke up for the first time since he walked in.
"Alright then, now that we dealt with that problem... "
He walked over to the tv, turning it on and grabbing the Playstaion 2 controllers after sitting himself on the floor in front of the sofa.
"Anybody wanna play?"
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Anzu sat at her desk in the back of her room, the only light coming from a small reading lamp. She had gotten home not long ago. She hadn't even had time to shower and change. After a good round of video games, they had ordered pizza, which led to a eating contest between Jou and Honda. She laughed at the thought. Jounouchi had obviously won, as he did most of the time. His victory led to gloating and that led to Honda challenging him to a duel. Again Jou had won and again his ego took the best of him. Yuugi budded in, challenged Jou, and won, to everyone's pleasure, but she barely remembered. Her mind had trailed off sometime during the duel. Malik, his words. It was all she could think about. Anzu had a sheet of white paper in front of her. A sketch. She never considered herself a good artist, but at least things looked like what they were supposed to look like. Malik was in the center, or at least a guy that resembled him in a way, shadows around him. His clothes were torn and bloody, like in her dream. His words were written all over the page in a style that made them seem as if they had been scratched on. His eyes. They stood out beyond anything else. They were full of emotion and expressed exactly what she had seen in his lavender depths. Anzu looked down at her picture, the eraser of her pencil against her lips.
'This is got to be my best one yet!'
She couldn't believe Malik had been her inspiration. She was scared of him, even if she had never admitted it to anyone before. He had controlled her, gone inside her mind and put her against her friends more then once. She had been his puppet and she couldn't even remember. Not to mention, there was no way she could have stopped him. He could've raped her for all she knew.
'No, he wouldn't do that... would he?'
Anzu shook the thought out her head. Of course he wouldn't do that. Malik might have been the bad guy for a while but at least he had his morals. She knew he did, to an extent at least. She could feel it. Maybe it was because he had been in her head, her body, or maybe it was just a feeling, but she knew.
'... He had a chance last night and he didn't. I mean the streets were completely abandoned. "...Find me." I wonder what he meant...'
The thought kept ringing in her head. He was right in front of her. How could he ask her to find him. Then she remembered the dream from the night before. She remembered his eyes, his distant and clouded eyes.
'That's it! He wants me to find him... who he really is...'
Anzu grabbed her jacket and ran out the door. She knew exactly where he was.
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The taxi pulled up at the curb two blocks from the pier, as Anzu had told the driver. She wanted to walk the rest of the way. She didn't know why; she just felt she had to. The museum had been her first option, but why would Malik be there? He hated to dwell in the past. It only brought him bad memories. Then as she stopped the taxi in front of her two-story house, the wind picked up. The wind. It was free, as free as she knew Malik wanted to be. She also knew that the wind blew the strongest near the ocean, thus the pier. Anzu made her way closer to the ocean, stopping when she saw him, his attention toward the full moon. The wind was blowing, causing his sandy, blonde hair and dark clothes to shift in response. Anzu felt her cheeks redden. She lowered her gaze, scolding herself. Being afraid of him didn't mean she couldn't be attracted to him, but that was the problem. She was attracted to him. She pulled her jacket closer, trying to keep warm. Why did she always feel so cold around him?
"I knew you'd come."
Anzu looked up at him, surprise and confusion clear in her azure eyes.
'How had did he-- I'm not even going to ask.'
Malik turned slightly to look at her, his body still facing the ocean. The moonlight danced along his features, bring out his beauty. He was glowing. Anzu had regained her composure and as he stared at her, she responded by looking into his lavender eyes. She could feel her cheeks getting hot again.
'Why do you look so damn hot, standing there?'
She slowly made her way closer to him, scolding herself for her thoughts. What was so attractive about this guy anyway? He was an arrogant jerk, wasn't he? When she was standing at his side, so much that she wasn't exactly next to him, he turned and looked toward the moon again. Anzu couldn't help but stare. He seemed so troubled, yet there was a certain gentleness in his eyes, but beyond that gentle, calm state there was pain, an immense uncontrollable pain. Anzu could see it. Even if he wasn't look at her, even if he was trying to hide it, she could see it and it hurt. She didn't know why. If there was any attraction at all, it was physical, so why did it hurt to see him like this? Malik glanced at her from the corner of his eye, causing her cheeks to return to their previous shade of pink. She quickly looked away, trying to hide her face.
'How embarrassing!'
"I-I'm sorry."
Malik let out a small noise of amusement, a small, unnoticeable smile on his face.
'She embarrasses quickly.'
"No, it's okay... I've changed a lot, haven't I?"
Anzu looked into his soft eyes. He had changed; she could see it in his eyes. She could tell so much from looking into them. He had seen pain, loss, and he had cried. A lot. His eyes were clouded and didn't carry the same will to live Anzu had seen in them two years ago, since Battle City. It was as if he was willing to just give up and drop dead. Physically he looked different too. He had grown a few inches, a barely noticeable difference. He looked thinner, more run down. He didn't seem to have that superior aura anymore.
'Is that why he's here?'
She gave him a single nod and looked at the moon. It looked so beautiful tonight...
"I found you... Why are you here?"
Malik hadn't taken his eyes of her. She looked so beautiful under the moonlight, but then again didn't 'Mizaki' mean 'full moon'. He followed her example and looked out toward the moon. He was about to answer her when a wave of dizziness washed over him. He put his hand to his face before stumbling and falling to his knees. More out of instinct then anything else, Anzu reached out and tried to hold him up, only to end up on her knees as well. Concern came over her, but she didn't know why. Maybe it had just been the past two days or the gentleness he showed. Right now she didn't care; he needed help.
"Are you okay?"
His breath came in gasps, his body trembling. He slowly shook his head, sensing the concern Anzu had for him. She gently placed her hand on his forehead, then his neck.
'He's burning in fever.'
She quickly pulled his arm over her shoulder and helped him up. Malik looked at her with confusion.
'What are you--'
For some reason, he couldn't voice his thoughts, but they were evident on his face. Anzu was surprised by his reaction, but didn't show it. After what had happened between the two in the past two days and during Battle City, didn't he know her?
"What? I am not gonna to leave you here."
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