AnimeAddict99- Konnichiwa! How are y'all today? Welcome to chapter four of If He Can Touch You, He Can Hurt You. Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for last chapter's grammar errors. Let's just say I forgot to use spell-check! ;; Stupid me. I will this chapter; I promise!
Oh! Yes! I forgot! Um…I don't enjoy simulating duels. I can do it…but I don't like it. So duels will be described, but they won't be told card by card.
Reviewer Responses:
Cutehelenjames- Yay! Believe me, I've also gotten worse flames. I wrote this one story, with a made-up character (which I don't really do anymore…), and I get yelled at about how it was a mary-sue…yadayadayada. And then the person went on to tell me who what I was writing couldn't be true because….well, they went on to spoil the end of the series for me! Those poops. Anyway, thanks for the review!
Teenyugiohpotterphantom- I totally agree. But then there are songs that are so stupid and just keep repeating the same phrases over and over and over. Oo They have no meaning, and I loath them so! Thanks for the pretty review!
Princess of Thieves- Thanks! Manipulashipping….Manipulashipping….-hits head- remember AnimeAddict! Remember! Thank you again!
Dark Magician Grrl- Hehe. I'm glad you're looking forward to it! Thanks for the review! And with Namu beating up the person who had the duel disk…I just made him take Odion's. Because…oops…I can't tell you that!
MaiValentinefan- Ecky. I hate rap. Anyway, thanks for the review! I am such an FMA fan. I was thinking of writing my FMA story…but then I found out the setting was, like, 1912 or something. Oo I was like, omg! Did they have contact lenses in 1912! (which is in my story). So have to rethink it. Okay-dokay, thanks!
LENIN- ¡Gracias tanto para la revisión!
Also, thank you to AnimeFantasy Fan and Celestialfae for their reviews.
I present to you, the next chapter!
Previously:
"We are taught you must blame your parents, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers- you can blame anyone, but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's ALWAYS your fault because if you wanted change, you're the one who has got to change. It's as simple as that."
(Katharine Hepburn)
Reading it once again she thought to herself.
"Thanks Ms. Hepburn, thank you."
She threw the paper to the ground and sighed.
"It's time to change. For me, and for Namu."
End "Previously."
Begin story:
If He Can Touch You, He Can Hurt You.
Chapter Four
Hidden Intentions?
The wind blew softly through her hair as the young woman sighed. She pushed a piece of the wavering brown hair behind her small, dainty ears. It quickly fell back into place, so she continued blowing at it with her mouth, wishing it out of her view.
She placed her arms akimbo (placing your hands on your waist. Vocab word!) and huffed quietly. She was sitting on a rusty metal bench at Domino Park, a small rural area in the large city of Domino. Her hands moved their position to on top of her lap, where a duel disk lay. A deck of cards was fastened in the correct slot, yet the machine was off. The teenager's jacket created a whisking sound in the wind. She shivered and peered down…waiting.
"Tea!" a voice cried cheerfully.
The girl looked up, and her facial expression changed dramatically. She shut her eyes and smiled. "Hi Namu!" she cheerfully responded back.
The tanned boy smiled back and reached out his left hand, in which a duel disk was clad tightly. "Are you ready?"
"No way," she teased, grabbing his hand and being pulled up into a standing position.
Namu chuckled, kissing her on the check lightly. "There's nothing to it," he stated briefly. "You'll get it in no time!"
She blushed at his comment and his kiss and strapped the mechanism to her left arm. "I know how to duel," she began, "I'm just not the best."
"Don't worry, Tea," Namu assured. "You'll do fine."
"If you say so, Namu-sensei."
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So she began with a happy face. Her azure eyes were focused on his violet eyes as he started to explain.
"Alright, my student, now we shall learn how "to kick butt.""
He came around to the back of Tea and wrapped his arms around her. He took her left arm and positioned it in a way so that she could draw her cards easily. "You can't play, if you can't pick the cards!" he joked. Tea grinned as he backed away and moved in front of her. He made a picture frame with his hands and winked. "Perfect!" he stated with a smile. She flushed a bright pink as she drew cards.
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He then started to explain the principal of certain strategies and such. Tea listened intently, wanting to suck every bit of information up into her mind. They sat on the same metal bench Tea had been sitting on previously, going over each card, its strengths, its weaknesses, and more. For each card they went over, Tea found herself falling more and more under his spell. At one point, she almost fell asleep on his shoulder, but she woke herself up.
After over fifty cards were "gone over," Namu slipped them back into her duel disk, a perplexed look covering his face.
"What is it?" Tea asked, yawning. It was getting late, and the sun was beginning to set.
"Nothing," he responded. Though he quickly added on, "It's just, I'm pretty sure you could beat me in this game. I mean, that's how much you know."
Tea laughed. "Yeah," she put her head on his shoulder and chuckled. "I bet you I could."
They sat there, still, for what seemed like minutes, though only seconds. Tea looked up, into Namu's eyes and smiled.
"I'm so happy I met you," she muttered, a small smile forming on her mouth.
"…of course you are," he said teasingly, wrapping his arms around her possessively.
They both looked at each other, and they were connected in that moment of peace.
Wanting a kiss, Tea moved her head closer to Namu, puppy eyes emerging. He moved in to kiss her, but he was interrupted.
"Boss?"
Tea broke away quickly and turned to find the speaker of this phrase.
Namu turned and glared. "What do you want?" he glowered, looking up at the hooded man.
Tea's face changed. In front of her stood, to what she remembered, a Rare Hunter- one of Malik's- wait…what?
But…uh…what was happening? Tea looked at Namu, waiting for his response, but he only stared forward.
She remembered his last words to her that night.
"I'm sorry, Tea," he muttered softly.
"Huh?" she began to respond, but she then felt a sharp object hit her skull, and she was unconscious, head on his lap.
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Thump.
"Huh? Wha?" mumbled Tea, rubbing her eyes excessively.
Thump.
The thumping sound in her head was extremely painful, yet that was the least of her worries.
"Where am I?"
She slowly blinked, and a scene was laid out before her. She was in a room, apparently underground, for the walls were stone, and the floor a thin layer of carpet, over clay-hard mud.
Thu-.
The pain in her head had completely stopped- just like that. "Weird," she thought, scratching her head. She was lying on a king-size bed, clad in red sheets and a golden-colored bedspread. She felt her bard feet hanging off the bed. "Bare feet?" she thought. Why wasn't she wearing shoes?
She looked down towards her legs and found that wasn't the only change in her wardrobe.
She was wearing some sort of foreign wear. She wasn't a xenophobic (fear of foreigners) or anything, but it wasn't her casual, daily wear.
It was pretty though…in a foreign-ish sort of way. The fabric itself was a faded white and split into two pieces, a top and a bottom. The top of the garb was long-sleeved and flared out near the wrists at each end. The slick v-neck revealed a lot of her skin. It cut off a few inches above her bellybutton.
There was also a large belt, made of a golden metal, placed around Tea's waist, squeezing her body like a corset. Over her shoulder, a long piece of fabric lay, connecting by her waist, almost like a girl scout sash, but larger. It was a mixture of colors and looked very flattering on the skinny dancer.
The skirt, which was the same colored fabric as the top, loosely flowed down to her knees. There was a slit on each side, revealing part of her thighs. She sat up and saw a pair of tiny shoes placed neatly on the floor. She picked them up and slid them on. Apparently, they fit. They were flat shoes, and looked almost like her dance shoes. They were a golden color, yet they were a stretchy material.
On the wall of the room was a cape with a hood. It was a dark purple, the same color as the ones the Rare Hunter's strolled around in. She was cold, so she was stood up and walked slowly towards it, pulling it over her head. The clasp was a little eye, the same one that the items had on their sides. She put the hood over her head, covering up a tear the came out of her right eyes. She blinked, finding herself in front a mirror. Pulling the hood off, she gasped. She was wearing a black eye make-up that made her look quite Egyptian. She bent her head in disgust and once again through the hood over her head, covering her eyes as well as her identity.
"I hope you are finding your accommodations quite sufficient, Miss Tea," a voice said impassively.
Tea turned around quickly. Before her was a man clad in a dark robe.
Half of his face was covered in an atrocious tattoo. His skin was even tanner than Namu's, or, well, whoever he really is.
Her eye's trembled. "Wh-who are you?" she asked quietly.
The man remained standing still. "I am Odion. I am in the service of Master Malik."
Her face remained quite confused. "Malik…is that true?" she asked. "Has he been lying to me the whole time?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Tea, I do not understand what you're saying?"
"Miss Tea?" she asked angrily, "why 'Miss Tea?"
"Because are the master's queen of course," he responded quite casually.
She placed her hands to her mouth and saw her tears fall to the ground.
"Thank you, Odion," she said softly. "I think I want to be alone for awhile if that's okay."
"Of course, Miss Tea," he stated, "as you wish." And with that, Odion left the room.
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Tea lied down the bed, face down, crying into the sheets. Why had she trusted him? Why did she allow him to do this to her?
She started to fall into an uneasy sleep but was awoken as she felt a pair of arms pick her up bridal style. She opened her eyes, only to see Na-…Malik, carrying her.
She squirmed, but he only held her tighter. "You bastard!" she yelled, pulling tighter.
Malik only proceeded to sling her over his shoulder and pull an object out of his back pocket. There was a bright flash of light and then all went blurry, and she felt her eyes close halfway.
She fell to the floor and saw a hand out…Malik's. "Come Tea," he said calmly. "We have much to do."
Inside her head she was screaming at him, but her actions did not follow. She grabbed his hand and was pulled up.
He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. "Shall we?" he said, smirking.
Tea wanted to glare at him and give him a swift punch in the face. "N..oo…" she muttered, trying to pull away.
Malik's eyes widened for a minute, but then they seemed to return to a emotionless state.
After a few seconds, Tea saw the bright flash of light and felt weak.
"As I said, dear, shall we go?" Malik asked once more, a bit more agitated.
Nodding her head softly, Tea smiled, placing her head on Malik's chest.
"Of course, Master Malik," she responded in a sweet tone.
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AnimeAddict99- Yay! Chapter Three is now complete. Don't forget to review! I hope you've enjoyed it!
It is a total of eight pages and 2106 words! Alrighty, that's it folks.