Chibi: Just a little note, I actually have no idea how birthdays were
celebrated in ancient Egypt or if they were even celebrated! So I kept it
vague and it's only mentioned once. Of course I could get off my lazy arse
and look it up, but then that would defeat the whole purpose of being lazy
^_^ So if any of you know how birthdays were celebrated back in ancient
Egypt, please tell me! Ok, onward with the fic...
Disclaimer: I realized I didn't write a disclaimer for the last chappie, but does it really matter? Fine! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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It had been another hour and Yami still couldn't reach her. He tried to speak to her, but all he ever heard from her were her sobs. Eventually, he decided that, even if she wasn't going to speak that he should try to say something, anything, to comfort her.
"Anzu? Do you remember that it's your birthday?" He paused, hoping to get some response, but nothing. "It had me thinking about my birthday. Even though look about the same age as Yugi, I'm technically much older. Infact," he gave a slight chuckle, "I'm probably the oldest person alive. Ra! I AM the oldest person alive!"
He quieted himself down and spoke softer to her, "I remember the last birthday I celebrated in Egypt" he paused as he thought back to his past. "Things were celebrated much differently then, but the one thing that's still in common was that the birthday boy or girl was supposed to be as happy as possible." He stopped and looked down at Anzu.
She had finally started to stop crying, but Yami knew that was only because she couldn't find anymore tears to cry. Her body still racked with empty tears and she hiccuped in Yami's embrace.
At this point, Yami too wanted to cry. His heart ached seeing her in this much pain. And what she did next only made it worse. Between hollow sobs, she managed to speak her second word for the night. "Why?" Her voice was so soft that Yami almost didn't hear her. "Why? Why- what Anzu?" She didn't respond. Instead she had finally wore herself out and fallen asleep.
Once again, Yami gently scooped her up in his arms and made his way to her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed and reached for the blanket at the foot of it. He was about to cover her when he saw something that he hadn't seen before. On her wrists were bright red lines. Something was tied tightly to them. His eyes grew wide as he pulled up the part of the blanket that covered her feet. The bright red lines covered her ankles as well. "Oh Anzu!" he gasped, "What happened to you?"
He knelt down beside her bed and gingerly kissed the wound on her wrist. 'Something happened to you and I wasn't there. I wasn't able to protect you.' Now, with a horror struck face, he searched over her and found many wounds and bruises, some of which had just formed and others older.
Whatever happened to her, had been going on for awhile. Yami thought back to how Anzu's been acting strange for two weeks now and remembered that a couple days ago she came to school with a cut on her face. He had asked her what happened, but she said it was nothing. She said that she had just fallen down and cut herself, "No biggie." He looked at her suspiciously, but decided not to push it.
Yami, now angry at himself for not noticing this earlier, stood up to leave, but stopped when he heard her cry, "No!"
He quickly turned and rushed to her side, only to discover that she was still sleeping. Her sleep was tormented with nightmares as she tossed and turned about. Cautiously, he put his hand out to rest on her cheek. At first she had instinctively moved away from him, but then turned to lean against his inviting comfort.
'Why is she so weary of being touched?' Yami thought as he leaned to sit on the edge of the bed. He was kidding himself. He knew why. He just didn't want it to be true. At last he asked, even if to himself, 'Who hurt you Anzu?'
Disclaimer: I realized I didn't write a disclaimer for the last chappie, but does it really matter? Fine! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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It had been another hour and Yami still couldn't reach her. He tried to speak to her, but all he ever heard from her were her sobs. Eventually, he decided that, even if she wasn't going to speak that he should try to say something, anything, to comfort her.
"Anzu? Do you remember that it's your birthday?" He paused, hoping to get some response, but nothing. "It had me thinking about my birthday. Even though look about the same age as Yugi, I'm technically much older. Infact," he gave a slight chuckle, "I'm probably the oldest person alive. Ra! I AM the oldest person alive!"
He quieted himself down and spoke softer to her, "I remember the last birthday I celebrated in Egypt" he paused as he thought back to his past. "Things were celebrated much differently then, but the one thing that's still in common was that the birthday boy or girl was supposed to be as happy as possible." He stopped and looked down at Anzu.
She had finally started to stop crying, but Yami knew that was only because she couldn't find anymore tears to cry. Her body still racked with empty tears and she hiccuped in Yami's embrace.
At this point, Yami too wanted to cry. His heart ached seeing her in this much pain. And what she did next only made it worse. Between hollow sobs, she managed to speak her second word for the night. "Why?" Her voice was so soft that Yami almost didn't hear her. "Why? Why- what Anzu?" She didn't respond. Instead she had finally wore herself out and fallen asleep.
Once again, Yami gently scooped her up in his arms and made his way to her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed and reached for the blanket at the foot of it. He was about to cover her when he saw something that he hadn't seen before. On her wrists were bright red lines. Something was tied tightly to them. His eyes grew wide as he pulled up the part of the blanket that covered her feet. The bright red lines covered her ankles as well. "Oh Anzu!" he gasped, "What happened to you?"
He knelt down beside her bed and gingerly kissed the wound on her wrist. 'Something happened to you and I wasn't there. I wasn't able to protect you.' Now, with a horror struck face, he searched over her and found many wounds and bruises, some of which had just formed and others older.
Whatever happened to her, had been going on for awhile. Yami thought back to how Anzu's been acting strange for two weeks now and remembered that a couple days ago she came to school with a cut on her face. He had asked her what happened, but she said it was nothing. She said that she had just fallen down and cut herself, "No biggie." He looked at her suspiciously, but decided not to push it.
Yami, now angry at himself for not noticing this earlier, stood up to leave, but stopped when he heard her cry, "No!"
He quickly turned and rushed to her side, only to discover that she was still sleeping. Her sleep was tormented with nightmares as she tossed and turned about. Cautiously, he put his hand out to rest on her cheek. At first she had instinctively moved away from him, but then turned to lean against his inviting comfort.
'Why is she so weary of being touched?' Yami thought as he leaned to sit on the edge of the bed. He was kidding himself. He knew why. He just didn't want it to be true. At last he asked, even if to himself, 'Who hurt you Anzu?'