Author's Notes: I have to thank DarkWings of Faith for this chappie for her
ideas. The credit goes to her for the idea of an encounter with Yami at
night. Thanks DarkWings of Faith! Now, back to Desert Rose! Enjoy, and R+R
please!
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CHAPTER TEN MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER
Anzu woke up, clawing at her sheets. "No, Yami! Seto!" She tossed and turned.
She sat up straight, and found Tilla preparing a hot bath in the next room. "Tilla, I can set up my own bath, thank you. You may go down and have breakfast." Anzu motioned.
Tilla curtsied, but kept the water running. "The Pharaoh's orders are my commands." She whispered.
Then Anzu jolted backwards, her eyes blazing red. In a flash, she was standing next to the petite maid, glaring down at her. "I said," she hissed, "you may go now!" Her voice bounced off the stone chambers. And when Anzu realized what she was doing, she shook uncontrollably. "It's Bakura." She whispered, tears streaming down her face as she edged to the wall. "I'm sorry, Tilla. You'd best leave if you don't want to get hurt by Bakura."
The frightened maid looked up at the crying girl. Then she hurried out of the chamber to warn the Pharaoh.
Anzu racked her head as she washed and put on a silk dress. She heard Bakura's voice.
'I expect to see you with the body of the Pharaoh in three days.'
Anzu shivered uncontrollably, and then opened the chamber door to find Seto strutting there. "What's wrong, Seto?" She asked.
"What did you do to Tilla? She told Yami you had a demon in your body that's taking over the good you." Anzu felt the throbbing pain in her head once more. Always being a tough and driven girl, she refused to cave in to the pain.
"I'm sorry, Seto. It was probably just me in a bad mood." But then the pain stabbed once more, causing her to buck down in pain. She would've fallen over if Seto hadn't caught her.
Yami strode down the hallway. The time had come. Someone was after him. He saw Seto and Anzu down the hallway, and saw as a tear slipped from her eyes. "What's wrong, Seto?" Yami asked sternly.
"Something's wrong with her, Pharaoh. One second she's perfectly fine, the next second she's falling in pain." Seto gently set the girl down in Yami's arms.
Anzu glanced up at Yami, her blue eyes brimming with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Yami." She whispered. She then collapsed.
~Yami's Chambers~
Anzu awoke once more to find the throbbing pain in her head gone, and Yami pacing at his window. "Yami?" She groaned.
"Anzu!" Yami rushed over. "You're awake!" Then his eyes bore into hers. "What's wrong, Anzu?"
"I can't." She held her head again, the pain coming back briefly. "I can't tell you, Yami. I want to, but." Her head was numb with pain again. "Ugh!" She collapsed into Yami's arms in pain and sobbed. "I can't! Tonight." She wailed helplessly.
"Anzu, stop it!"
~Nighttime~
Anzu groaned. It was time. She dressed quickly, her arms and legs moving hypnotically. She worse her hair in a tight bun so she'd looked foreign, and put on the uniform she'd stolen earlier from a guard. She stood, looking like a handsome icy-blue-eyed man adorned in red and gold before her mirror. Remembering the paint and intricate little details on the guard's arm, she used a paintbrush and ink to begin drawing on her arm.
She used light strokes and bold strokes to paint a roaring golden lion, but she squeezed in the lion's roaring mouth a tiny red rose and the initials "D.R." on it. She felt awful. Both choices would've resulted in death either way. She didn't want Bakura to claim any lives, but she had no choice. He fully controlled her now.
Killing Yami was going to be difficult. A tear rolled down her cheek, splattering the paint on her arm. Then she became bold. She lived to kill. Killing was her duty. Before robbing, she had assassinated many innocent and greedy people.
Surely her past couldn't be ignored. Jason had hardened her, yelled, screamed, hit, urged, and pushed Anzu to the very limit that she became a walking nightmare to everybody, including Jason and herself. She couldn't stop because of some silly Pharaoh's life.
An evil side of her took on. (Author's Notes: Eek! Evil Anzu! And this 'Evil Anzu' isn't her Yami, by the way! ^_^). 'I am Desert Rose. The Anzu Mazaki in this palace is never to be remembered EVER again. I will defeat Bakura eventually, but not yet.after I get the Millennium Puzzle, I will.'
Anzu broke down again. She clobbered at her head. She was beginning to become into the exact copy of Bakura. She had to admit, Yami was very special to her. She petted Saluki. "I'm sorry, Saluki." She whispered.
She then bent down to stretch. It was painful, though it shouldn't have been, since she had stretched to kill many times. She did the splits a couple of times consecutively, and pushups and crunches. She arched her back repetitively and sighed. It was time.
She then fought an invisible partner, circling around, jabbing, sneaking, and going through all of her strategies. She prayed to Ra that her sins would never be forgiven, but to honor Yami.
Anzu then set out. She stood outside Yami's doorway. She had no recollection of telling Yami the word "Tonight" before she passed out, so she thought that she'd give Yami poison, but she kept a blade tucked in her boot just in case.
With a soft 'click,' she opened the door, and saw a bundle underneath silk red covers. Trembling, she kissed the covers gently before flipping them gently open, but all she saw were pillows. "You won't find me in bed." Yami smirked, with a dagger in his hand. It was lucky that Anzu had her Millennium Necklace to tell him about an assassin that night before she fainted. He'd have to thank her later.
Yami's eyes widened at the costume the assassin was wearing. It was a guard's costume, fully adorned in bright gold and red. Intricate black and red strokes ran up her arm, leading to a golden roaring lion. However, the middle of the lion's mouth was splattered wet, and it was hard to make out what the lion had inside its mouth.
They circled each other, unaware of whom Anzu was. "I'm sorry, Yami." She whispered under her breath. Yami looked deep into those fathomless, deep, never-ending icy blue eyes. For a second, he caught a glimpse of love and fear. He shook the thought away. Nobody with compassion or caring would be an assassin.
Anzu then lashed a fist out at Yami, who easily dodged it. Yami dropped his knife. "Let's fight." He whispered in a hoarse, deadly voice.
They went through a series of kicks and punches, routines of every kind. Neither Yami nor Anzu landed a hand on their opponent. The two were too fast and experienced for each other.
Unexpectedly, Anzu flipped over Yami and took the dagger out of her boot. She slit a cut into his arm. Yami gasped at the contact. He glared at his attacker, and let out a battle cry, and taking a couple of knives from the hilt of his belt, he aimed. The knives pinned Anzu to the wall.
Anzu gasped in surprise. This had never happened to her before. Now she was pinned helplessly to the wall with only four simple knives, and Yami himself thinking she was a boy.
Anzu pulled out each knife one by one while Yami built up his rage. Before she pulled out the last knife from the wall to free herself, she got sliced in the wrist. She flipped back. Blood dripped from her wrist onto her delicate fingernails.
Pain filled her brain and clouded her head, but she cleared her head. Never had she had such a tough opponent. She refused to cry out in pain and instead, bit her lip as she lunged for Yami's heart.
Time seemed to stop for Yami as the attacker came flying at him. He lunged backwards into a back bridge as a simple reflex, and cut his opponent's neck in the way. A trickle of blood splattered down on him. The slight cut would not result in a huge scar, but just a small deep cut triggered by the tip of his blade.
His arm was badly cut, and the knife missed his heart and instead, lashed a deep cut into his forearm, where he had gotten hurt before.
The night flew by as they wounded each other constantly, both drenching their clothes with a mixture of sweat and blood. At about one in the morning, Yami snatched the cloth off Anzu's face. She turned around to face the wall. Yami gasped. It was a GIRL.
He tried to pry the girl to face him, to recognize the face of his great opponent. She may have been an assassin, but she was a great fighter. But her shadow was hidden in the dark.
Anzu jumped off of Yami's balcony, leave a long trail of blood behind her. She landed softly on the ground. Tears dripped from her face, trailing into her bloodstained uniform.
She disappeared back into her chambers, where she securely bolted the door, shredded her uniform, and scrubbed the paint and blood off of her. She winced at the awful beating Yami had given her. There was a deep gash in her wrist and a deep but slight cut on her neck. Luckily, the dagger had missed her arteries and veins.
Placing green leafs and paste on the wounds, she winced once again in pain. Blood trickled from her neck and wrist, staining the pure water.
She let the cut on her neck be, but wrapped layers of heavy bandaging on her wrist. Her sprained leg hurt terribly. She limped out of the fragrant bath hurting and aching all over, her foot straining, and smiled at the simple sight of a bed and not Yami, a person she cared for deeply, bleeding and trying to kill her.
She tucked herself into the welcoming bed, where she had yet another dream.
~Anzu's Dream~
Bakura: 'Mortal! Why didn't you kill him?'
Anzu: 'I couldn't. Yami means so much to me.'
Bakura: 'You have two more nights, mortal. Two more nights, and then your precious will be gone.'
Anzu: 'Stop it Bakura! I got injured along the way, okay? Yami's too powerful.'
Bakura: 'Yet you have more experience, my lovely Desert Rose. After all, YOU killed your father, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?'
Anzu **close to tears**: Stop it Bakura! He was whip-lashing my mother and me!'
Bakura laughed evilly. 'I'm sure, mortal. I'm sure.' With a last cackle, Bakura disappeared from her dream.
~Back to Present~
Anzu bolted upright. That voice.it was terrible. She then turned to her bed and sobbed back to sleep, with the memory of the dagger penetrating her father, as her father was about to kill her. "No." She whispered. "Not again."
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Author's Notes: There you have it. Chappie 10! Another mystery of Anzu's past has been opened - she killed her father! There are two days left. Hope you enjoyed chapter ten. Once again, thank you to DarkWings of Faith for her idea on the midnight encounter. R+R please!
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CHAPTER TEN MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER
Anzu woke up, clawing at her sheets. "No, Yami! Seto!" She tossed and turned.
She sat up straight, and found Tilla preparing a hot bath in the next room. "Tilla, I can set up my own bath, thank you. You may go down and have breakfast." Anzu motioned.
Tilla curtsied, but kept the water running. "The Pharaoh's orders are my commands." She whispered.
Then Anzu jolted backwards, her eyes blazing red. In a flash, she was standing next to the petite maid, glaring down at her. "I said," she hissed, "you may go now!" Her voice bounced off the stone chambers. And when Anzu realized what she was doing, she shook uncontrollably. "It's Bakura." She whispered, tears streaming down her face as she edged to the wall. "I'm sorry, Tilla. You'd best leave if you don't want to get hurt by Bakura."
The frightened maid looked up at the crying girl. Then she hurried out of the chamber to warn the Pharaoh.
Anzu racked her head as she washed and put on a silk dress. She heard Bakura's voice.
'I expect to see you with the body of the Pharaoh in three days.'
Anzu shivered uncontrollably, and then opened the chamber door to find Seto strutting there. "What's wrong, Seto?" She asked.
"What did you do to Tilla? She told Yami you had a demon in your body that's taking over the good you." Anzu felt the throbbing pain in her head once more. Always being a tough and driven girl, she refused to cave in to the pain.
"I'm sorry, Seto. It was probably just me in a bad mood." But then the pain stabbed once more, causing her to buck down in pain. She would've fallen over if Seto hadn't caught her.
Yami strode down the hallway. The time had come. Someone was after him. He saw Seto and Anzu down the hallway, and saw as a tear slipped from her eyes. "What's wrong, Seto?" Yami asked sternly.
"Something's wrong with her, Pharaoh. One second she's perfectly fine, the next second she's falling in pain." Seto gently set the girl down in Yami's arms.
Anzu glanced up at Yami, her blue eyes brimming with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Yami." She whispered. She then collapsed.
~Yami's Chambers~
Anzu awoke once more to find the throbbing pain in her head gone, and Yami pacing at his window. "Yami?" She groaned.
"Anzu!" Yami rushed over. "You're awake!" Then his eyes bore into hers. "What's wrong, Anzu?"
"I can't." She held her head again, the pain coming back briefly. "I can't tell you, Yami. I want to, but." Her head was numb with pain again. "Ugh!" She collapsed into Yami's arms in pain and sobbed. "I can't! Tonight." She wailed helplessly.
"Anzu, stop it!"
~Nighttime~
Anzu groaned. It was time. She dressed quickly, her arms and legs moving hypnotically. She worse her hair in a tight bun so she'd looked foreign, and put on the uniform she'd stolen earlier from a guard. She stood, looking like a handsome icy-blue-eyed man adorned in red and gold before her mirror. Remembering the paint and intricate little details on the guard's arm, she used a paintbrush and ink to begin drawing on her arm.
She used light strokes and bold strokes to paint a roaring golden lion, but she squeezed in the lion's roaring mouth a tiny red rose and the initials "D.R." on it. She felt awful. Both choices would've resulted in death either way. She didn't want Bakura to claim any lives, but she had no choice. He fully controlled her now.
Killing Yami was going to be difficult. A tear rolled down her cheek, splattering the paint on her arm. Then she became bold. She lived to kill. Killing was her duty. Before robbing, she had assassinated many innocent and greedy people.
Surely her past couldn't be ignored. Jason had hardened her, yelled, screamed, hit, urged, and pushed Anzu to the very limit that she became a walking nightmare to everybody, including Jason and herself. She couldn't stop because of some silly Pharaoh's life.
An evil side of her took on. (Author's Notes: Eek! Evil Anzu! And this 'Evil Anzu' isn't her Yami, by the way! ^_^). 'I am Desert Rose. The Anzu Mazaki in this palace is never to be remembered EVER again. I will defeat Bakura eventually, but not yet.after I get the Millennium Puzzle, I will.'
Anzu broke down again. She clobbered at her head. She was beginning to become into the exact copy of Bakura. She had to admit, Yami was very special to her. She petted Saluki. "I'm sorry, Saluki." She whispered.
She then bent down to stretch. It was painful, though it shouldn't have been, since she had stretched to kill many times. She did the splits a couple of times consecutively, and pushups and crunches. She arched her back repetitively and sighed. It was time.
She then fought an invisible partner, circling around, jabbing, sneaking, and going through all of her strategies. She prayed to Ra that her sins would never be forgiven, but to honor Yami.
Anzu then set out. She stood outside Yami's doorway. She had no recollection of telling Yami the word "Tonight" before she passed out, so she thought that she'd give Yami poison, but she kept a blade tucked in her boot just in case.
With a soft 'click,' she opened the door, and saw a bundle underneath silk red covers. Trembling, she kissed the covers gently before flipping them gently open, but all she saw were pillows. "You won't find me in bed." Yami smirked, with a dagger in his hand. It was lucky that Anzu had her Millennium Necklace to tell him about an assassin that night before she fainted. He'd have to thank her later.
Yami's eyes widened at the costume the assassin was wearing. It was a guard's costume, fully adorned in bright gold and red. Intricate black and red strokes ran up her arm, leading to a golden roaring lion. However, the middle of the lion's mouth was splattered wet, and it was hard to make out what the lion had inside its mouth.
They circled each other, unaware of whom Anzu was. "I'm sorry, Yami." She whispered under her breath. Yami looked deep into those fathomless, deep, never-ending icy blue eyes. For a second, he caught a glimpse of love and fear. He shook the thought away. Nobody with compassion or caring would be an assassin.
Anzu then lashed a fist out at Yami, who easily dodged it. Yami dropped his knife. "Let's fight." He whispered in a hoarse, deadly voice.
They went through a series of kicks and punches, routines of every kind. Neither Yami nor Anzu landed a hand on their opponent. The two were too fast and experienced for each other.
Unexpectedly, Anzu flipped over Yami and took the dagger out of her boot. She slit a cut into his arm. Yami gasped at the contact. He glared at his attacker, and let out a battle cry, and taking a couple of knives from the hilt of his belt, he aimed. The knives pinned Anzu to the wall.
Anzu gasped in surprise. This had never happened to her before. Now she was pinned helplessly to the wall with only four simple knives, and Yami himself thinking she was a boy.
Anzu pulled out each knife one by one while Yami built up his rage. Before she pulled out the last knife from the wall to free herself, she got sliced in the wrist. She flipped back. Blood dripped from her wrist onto her delicate fingernails.
Pain filled her brain and clouded her head, but she cleared her head. Never had she had such a tough opponent. She refused to cry out in pain and instead, bit her lip as she lunged for Yami's heart.
Time seemed to stop for Yami as the attacker came flying at him. He lunged backwards into a back bridge as a simple reflex, and cut his opponent's neck in the way. A trickle of blood splattered down on him. The slight cut would not result in a huge scar, but just a small deep cut triggered by the tip of his blade.
His arm was badly cut, and the knife missed his heart and instead, lashed a deep cut into his forearm, where he had gotten hurt before.
The night flew by as they wounded each other constantly, both drenching their clothes with a mixture of sweat and blood. At about one in the morning, Yami snatched the cloth off Anzu's face. She turned around to face the wall. Yami gasped. It was a GIRL.
He tried to pry the girl to face him, to recognize the face of his great opponent. She may have been an assassin, but she was a great fighter. But her shadow was hidden in the dark.
Anzu jumped off of Yami's balcony, leave a long trail of blood behind her. She landed softly on the ground. Tears dripped from her face, trailing into her bloodstained uniform.
She disappeared back into her chambers, where she securely bolted the door, shredded her uniform, and scrubbed the paint and blood off of her. She winced at the awful beating Yami had given her. There was a deep gash in her wrist and a deep but slight cut on her neck. Luckily, the dagger had missed her arteries and veins.
Placing green leafs and paste on the wounds, she winced once again in pain. Blood trickled from her neck and wrist, staining the pure water.
She let the cut on her neck be, but wrapped layers of heavy bandaging on her wrist. Her sprained leg hurt terribly. She limped out of the fragrant bath hurting and aching all over, her foot straining, and smiled at the simple sight of a bed and not Yami, a person she cared for deeply, bleeding and trying to kill her.
She tucked herself into the welcoming bed, where she had yet another dream.
~Anzu's Dream~
Bakura: 'Mortal! Why didn't you kill him?'
Anzu: 'I couldn't. Yami means so much to me.'
Bakura: 'You have two more nights, mortal. Two more nights, and then your precious will be gone.'
Anzu: 'Stop it Bakura! I got injured along the way, okay? Yami's too powerful.'
Bakura: 'Yet you have more experience, my lovely Desert Rose. After all, YOU killed your father, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?'
Anzu **close to tears**: Stop it Bakura! He was whip-lashing my mother and me!'
Bakura laughed evilly. 'I'm sure, mortal. I'm sure.' With a last cackle, Bakura disappeared from her dream.
~Back to Present~
Anzu bolted upright. That voice.it was terrible. She then turned to her bed and sobbed back to sleep, with the memory of the dagger penetrating her father, as her father was about to kill her. "No." She whispered. "Not again."
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Author's Notes: There you have it. Chappie 10! Another mystery of Anzu's past has been opened - she killed her father! There are two days left. Hope you enjoyed chapter ten. Once again, thank you to DarkWings of Faith for her idea on the midnight encounter. R+R please!