Me: Hahahahahahahaaaaa! Hello people! I am back with another sequel! The last one, I must say. I'm really trying my best on this one, seeing as it is the last! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!!

Angel of Me

October 24th, Thursday.

Megan laughed happily as she ran down the sidewalk one autumn day, her arms outstretched as if she were flying. She was 15, yet still acted like a 3 year old, as her mother Anzu had said. She giggled as she saw a small squirrel run up a tree with an acorn in its mouth. She sighed. Autumn was her most favorite month of all. The colors, happiness, and warmness of it all made her giddy with excitement. She looked at her watch.

"Uwaah!" She screamed suddenly. "I'm late! I have to get home before Momma starts worrying." She ran as best as she could go while carrying a heavy backpack on her back. Life had been going easy for Megan and her family so far. Marik had gotten a better job and Anzu was quite happy. Megan smiled.

Suddenly, she tripped over an upturned root and fell flat on her face. She lifted herself up, embarrassed. She rubbed her cheek, blushing.

"Owww…"

A long, dark shadow loomed over her. Megan blinked and looked up. There stood a tall man. Well…not a man, just a teen. He was tall, tanish, golden eyed, and bald with a little hair in the back put up in a ponytail. For some reason…he looked familiar. She blushed more, shaking her hand.

"O-Oh! Hello there!"

The teen blinked, then tilted his head slightly with a smile.

"I-I'm Megan. What's your name?"

He blinked again, but this time his eyes saddened and he frowned slightly. He looked down, rubbing his other arm nervously. Opening his mouth, he hesitated, then closed it again. Megan lifted her eyebrows in confusion.

"Um…What's wrong?"

He shook his head, opening his mouth again. This time, only a small sound came out, but nothing else. He sighed, then put a hand to his throat. Megan jolted with realization.

"Oh! You can't speak?"

He nodded, his eyes saddening and he looked away. Megan smiled slightly.

"Oh! It's ok!" She stood up, patting dust off of her skirt. She took out a small notepad and pencil, handing it to him. "Here. You can write what you want to say here!"

The boy hesitated, then took the notebook and pencil. He scribbled something on it, then gave it back to Megan:

Hello. My name is Kohaku.

Megan smiled. "Hello, Kohaku! It's very nice to meet you!" Megan looked at her watched, then gasped. "Oh no. I'm sorry Kohaku! Er…may I call you Haku…?"

"Haku" nodded his head with a cheerful smile. Megan nodded. "Yes. Well anyways, I must get going. My parents will worry. How about we meet up and talk to each other some time?"

Haku smiled happily and nodded. Megan giggled, then waved as she began running down the sidewalk to her house.

As he tilted his head, Haku's eyes saddened and he began walking the opposite way down the sidewalk.

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Megan busted into her house, out of breath. She looked around, seeing her mother in the kitchen. She smiled as she smelled her favorite dinner dish: curry. She placed her book bag down and rushed into the kitchen. She ran to her mother, hugging her tightly.

"Momma!"

Anzu jumped slightly, then laughed. "Hahaha. Try not scaring me next time. You know how I am."

Megan laughed. "Sorry, Momma. Mmm! Dinner smells delicious! Oooh! It's my favorite! Thank you, Momma!" She kissed her mother on the cheek, then began preparing the table. Anzu smiled. Such a great daughter.

When Megan had finished with the table, Anzu had set up the bowls and put the great smelling curry in it. Megan grinned happily and blushed as she began eating. Anzu laughed.

"My, my. I see my little chick is hungry today."

Megan swallowed then giggled. "You always make the best dinner, Momma."

Anzu blushed and gave an arrogant position. "Well, I wouldn't say best… I'd say greatest, super, duper, awesomest!" As they both laughed, the door suddenly opened. Marik groaned as he walked in. He held his head, sighing.

"I'm home…"

"Hah." Anzu put her hands on her hips then gave Marik a smug look. "We see that, Mr. Obvious. So, you come home to just eat and leave?"

Marik made a 'keh' noise, then smiled deviously. He walked up to Anzu, bending her backwards and nuzzling her neck.

"You know you're my only HoneyBunch."

"And you're my only SnuggyPoo."

Marik kissed Anzu passionately. Megan, on the other hand, didn't really enjoy it. Not that she didn't like that her parents loved each other…but right in front of her?

"Uh...Hi Daddy!" Megan got up and hugged her father tightly. He gave a low laugh, then tickled his daughter lovingly.

"Hello, my little Meggy! You jealous?"

Megan laughed and scooted away from the tickling fingers. "Oh, never Daddy."

Marik smiled, then sniffed. "Ugh. Your mother making another one of her 'special' dishes?"

Anzu pouted. "Hey. You aren't any better at cooking then I am. And besides, at least Meggy likes my cooking."

Marik grumbled. "Only because she's forced to…" This earned Marik a smack to the head.

Megan laughed. Just like every night.

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Somewhere, in a dark, secluded building, a young man sat upon a chair, twirling a double bladed knife. His hair was blonde, with a touch of brown. His eyes were caramel and filled with coldness and deep anger. A dark figure loomed over, his cloak draped over his body.

"Sir…" he said, his voice low and snake-like. "The family has been located."

The boy blinked, then threw the knife, hitting a small bird directly in the heart. He watched as it fell, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Good. They'll pay for what they did to my father…"

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Me: Dun dun duuuuunnn!! This is the first chapter peoplez! The next shall be up soon!