Author's Notes: My Angel of Darkness fic was deleted by my sister's friend,
and she stole my disk, so until I get my disk back, I'll post it up then. I
finally created another chappie - yay! I'm sorry for the late update. I was
busy writing up and brainstorming ideas for a Roman Gladiator Fic that will
probably be an A/U. It should be up in a month or so, due to that fact that
I want to perfect it ^_^.
Thank you so much to my kind reviewers! I have worked so hard on this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it! Enjoy, and R+R please!
CHAPTER TWELVE CONFESSIONS
Yami jolted up on the bed, his back no longer feeling like it had needles in it. He could hear the fist brought down to the ground. He shook, sweat pouring down his face. "Anzu!" He sat up, voice serious. Only Anzu would have a crisis like this. His wounds from the fighting didn't hurt one bit.
Jumping up from the warm bed, cold air met his chest. Yami dressed quickly, and head out into the warm night to search for Anzu. Yami ran and ran, the echo of Anzu's petrified voice ringing in his ears. Anzu was hiding something. Some secret that she wouldn't tell him.
The woods looked scarier at night, the trees leaning down, the full moon glowing brightly in a velvet blue sky. The slightest pink on the horizon lifted just a bit. Big yellow owl eyes peered down at him.
Yami then found a figure leaning against a large oak tree, blood flowing freely down the pale legs, seeping into a beautifully sewn silk lavender dress. A coat of chocolate-colored hair was flipped across the lady's face.
Long, slender fingers met with a hand that had a gash in the wrist. Thoughts of the assassin flowed into his mind. He checked the girl's neck. Sure enough, by the throat and on the neck, was a cut of dried blood. Yami gasped.
It was the assassin! Why would she be lying there in the dark (Author's Notes: Yami doesn't know that this is Anzu yet)?
Carefully and slowly, Yami parted the soft hair. So luxuriant and soft.but that didn't matter. He fingered the soft touch one last time, before parting the delicate hair. He needed to find out who it was.
Light dawned upon him, and he shook with fear as he saw Anzu's delicate face and features, outlined beautifully, her eyes closed. Was she.dead? Her eyes were half-slit and the blue of her sapphire eyes dulled.
Placing two fingers on her neck, he steadily took her pulse. It was faint, but steady - had she been through something terrible? After the healing she had given him, he doubted it could've been a physical injury, but more of a soul-hurting injury.
He stroked her face lovingly with pain that wrecked his heart. Why would this sweet creature want to hurt him? She was undoubtedly the same girl as the night before. After all, she had the same fighting skills, wounds, and piercing, heart-wrenching blue eyes.
Yami scooped Anzu up easily in his arms. She felt light as a feather, and limp as well. She'd explain everything later - the secrets she was hiding, and most importantly, her past. His figure disappeared into the shadows as he darted back into the palace, and gently laid Anzu in his chambers.
~Anzu and Yami back in Anzu's Chambers~
Anzu fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring at a magnificent painting. She squinted an eye fully open. Red velvet cushions were on a gold-and-red velvet chair, with light blue silk curtains draped across the window.
On the floor was a beautiful, intricately designed fur rug with pictures of lions and Millennium items. Sunlight beamed through the window drapes, and when her hand brushed the ground, she felt cold marble.
Her body felt limp, but she struggled and managed to sit up. Her head hurt, but she wasn't as cold anymore. She saw Yami, and gasped.
When he turned and she read the expression in those deep amethyst eyes, she gasped and nearly fainted. He knew. He knew that she was the assassin.
"Anzu." He looked straight into two blue saucers of fear. She backed away, clutching the blanket tightly. She wasn't in her bloodstained violet dress anymore, but in a comfortable white silk nightgown.
Yami sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out towards her pale face. He gently stroked a pale rosy cheek. Anzu immediately relaxed under his soft touch. She loved the way his fingers caressed her cheek.
"I need your trust first, Anzu Mazaki." He whispered.
Anzu bit her lip until it bled. "For your safety, I cannot." She looked regretfully into a pair of waiting amethyst eyes.
"Anzu, tell me now. Now or never."
His penetrating gaze never left her eyes. Anzu tore her eyes away from his beautiful eyes. She burst, "I'm sorry, Yami. Bakura is out to get you! Your ancient power! He's out to get your Millennium Puzzle! And he has my sister! My sister! My baby sister, Kari! I don't know what to do anymore." She sobbed.
Anzu fell into Yami's arms, and cried, tears streaming down her face. Yami cradled her against his bare chest; the light touch of her soft hair against him, and those silent tears dripping down her beautiful face pained him. So Anzu had a motive. A deep, grave motive.
"I'll help you, Anzu." Yami promised.
"No.there's nothing you can do. Bakura will eventually kill you, kill me, and kill, kill," she couldn't stutter out the last fateful word.
"Anzu." Yami lifted her chin up so that their eyes could lock. "I want you to tell me everything about your past. Don't leave anything out. Understand?"
Anzu nodded back. "It began when I was a little girl."
~Anzu's Story~
"I was just about as happy as any six-year-old could be. It was two years before Kari was born. I had it all. I had happy parents, my friends, and everything you could want. I was happy.but then my happiness ended.
"My father began drinking, becoming drunk. I remember him hitting my mother and slapping her. I could always hear her screams of pain and their arguments." Anzu paused momentarily, then continued.
"One night, when I was still six, I heard my mother and father arguing again. But this time, he had another woman in his bed. They were both naked, and my mother was angry. VERY ANGRY. I had never seen her as mad before. So I slapped my father and then left with my mother.
"Naturally, he came hunting for us again. This time, I was seven and almost eight. He raped my mother. He locked me in the bathroom and raped my mother. Then he left in a storm. My mother was too afraid to report it to the police. So mentally, bit-by-bit, I helped her heal. However, she was pregnant. She had a baby by the time I turned eight.
"Two years later, when I was ten, and Kari was two, my father reentered my life. I hid Kari in her room. When I got downstairs, I saw my father, eyes crazed like a madman, trying to kill my mother. She already had many wounds on her body. Then he saw me. He told my mother to watch closely as he stabbed me to death. When the knife reached my throat, I." Anzu's voice got caught in her throat.
"Continue, Anzu. It's okay." Yami once again hugged her tightly.
"I stabbed him! I didn't mean to!" A fresh set of tears were now overflowing her face. "He was going to kill me. And he was going to kill Mother, and if he found Kari, he'd kill her too. I had learned self-defense after my father raped my mother. We found that pepper wasn't good enough. I always carried a dagger around with me in the streets.
"They came. The law. They carried my father's body away, and shortly after, with all the wounds inflicted in her, my mother, she died. Just like that, both of my parents were dead. One was a traitor and a cheat, the other a sweet, caring soul. Right before she died, my mother handed me the Millennium Necklace. She told me to use it wisely. I took Kari in my arms and fought all the police. I could take them all down - no sweat, but they separated Kari and me.
"They took Kari to a baby orphanage. She was only three, after all. I, at ten, was sent to an orphanage with talented schooling and martial arts. I became a prodigy. I defeated all of my opponents swiftly and easily, even though I was a girl. Boys tried to rape me. Most of them almost lost a body part. After a year, I decided to leave. I escaped easily. Those guards were so easy to trick.
"I tried to track Kari down, but I couldn't find her. I wandered to the outskirts of Egypt. Traumatized and terrified, I swore by blood never to trust or love again. I became Desert Rose, and an assassin. I killed so many people, Yami. Mostly thieves, though. I stopped my killing after a spiritual visit by my mother in my dreams. Then all I did was rob for the poor. However, I never stopped my training. I was still ruthless.
"I met Isis and Malik Ishtar then. A couple of scoundrels that have always been out to get my hide were bothering me. In the village, I was only Anzu Mazaki, you see. Desert Rose was a complete outsider. I have to play a weak female as Anzu, or they'll know my identity. No other 'woman' can do what I can. Only when I get really hot-tempered do I fight.
"One night, the scoundrels caught me in the alley alone. I was sure they were going to rape me. After seeing the damage it had cost my mother, I vowed to defeat them. I quickly defeated them all in a matter of minutes. They were simple, slow opponents. However, Malik saw me. He brought me him to Isis despite the fact that I was very reluctant.
"I told Isis that I was Desert Rose after our longtime friendship. I felt I owed it to them. After all, they had taken me in and given me friendship. They understood. I've never told anybody about my past but you, Yami. Not in detail. Anyways, soon after, I met Jounouchi and Honda. I was arrested because a few guards were drunk and tried to hit on me.
"They gave me memory loss powder. I ended up at your palace, Yami, where you and Seto took me to places I had never seen before. I was overjoyed. I kept having dreams about my father and mother. When Ryou got hurt, that night, I heard music in the palace gardens. Bakura, Ryou's Yami, was there. He gave me two choices - to kill you within three days, or Seto would die, or to not kill anybody, and both would die.
"I resolved to warn you, but Bakura gave me this pain in my head that I've never felt before. It drove me to kill you, and I once again became an assassin. But I never achieved that serene and golden feeling that pushes me to new heights when I was fighting with you. I was equally matched with you, which should've set me off, but my heart was painfully broken. It was awful. Sickeningly awful.
"After seeing you in your state, I yelled in my head that I would stand up against Bakura. Bakura, seeing he had no options left, decided to take his final weapon out. He took Kari out as bait. And now I'm stuck in this situation. I haven't seen my baby sister for seven years, Yami! Seven long years!" Tears were brimming out of Anzu's eyes.
"Kari and you mean the world to me, Yami. Kari is the only family I have left, and you are the one I broke my blood vow to. You are my one love, Pharaoh."
~End Anzu's Story~
Yami listened to Anzu's tale patiently. When she confessed her past and secrets, he was completely horrified. She had a past life that no one should've ever lived through, especially not this young girl. When she confessed her love, however, Yami just stared deep within those blue orbs.
"I love you, Yami." Her voice broke.
He finally spoke then. "I love you as well, Anzu Mazaki. You are unique, and you are the one." Yami took a final glance into those teary blue eyes, and Anzu into those fathomless, handsome amethyst eyes. Leaning down, the two met in a kiss so full of love it could banish any evil that was in their presence.
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Author's Notes: Another chapter is finished! Yay! So, you have Anzu's past now, and all of her secrets and confessions to Yami, as well as her love to him, and his love to her. Chapter 13 might not be out too soon, due to the fact that I have many school projects -_-. Anyways, until next time!
Thank you so much to my kind reviewers! I have worked so hard on this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it! Enjoy, and R+R please!
CHAPTER TWELVE CONFESSIONS
Yami jolted up on the bed, his back no longer feeling like it had needles in it. He could hear the fist brought down to the ground. He shook, sweat pouring down his face. "Anzu!" He sat up, voice serious. Only Anzu would have a crisis like this. His wounds from the fighting didn't hurt one bit.
Jumping up from the warm bed, cold air met his chest. Yami dressed quickly, and head out into the warm night to search for Anzu. Yami ran and ran, the echo of Anzu's petrified voice ringing in his ears. Anzu was hiding something. Some secret that she wouldn't tell him.
The woods looked scarier at night, the trees leaning down, the full moon glowing brightly in a velvet blue sky. The slightest pink on the horizon lifted just a bit. Big yellow owl eyes peered down at him.
Yami then found a figure leaning against a large oak tree, blood flowing freely down the pale legs, seeping into a beautifully sewn silk lavender dress. A coat of chocolate-colored hair was flipped across the lady's face.
Long, slender fingers met with a hand that had a gash in the wrist. Thoughts of the assassin flowed into his mind. He checked the girl's neck. Sure enough, by the throat and on the neck, was a cut of dried blood. Yami gasped.
It was the assassin! Why would she be lying there in the dark (Author's Notes: Yami doesn't know that this is Anzu yet)?
Carefully and slowly, Yami parted the soft hair. So luxuriant and soft.but that didn't matter. He fingered the soft touch one last time, before parting the delicate hair. He needed to find out who it was.
Light dawned upon him, and he shook with fear as he saw Anzu's delicate face and features, outlined beautifully, her eyes closed. Was she.dead? Her eyes were half-slit and the blue of her sapphire eyes dulled.
Placing two fingers on her neck, he steadily took her pulse. It was faint, but steady - had she been through something terrible? After the healing she had given him, he doubted it could've been a physical injury, but more of a soul-hurting injury.
He stroked her face lovingly with pain that wrecked his heart. Why would this sweet creature want to hurt him? She was undoubtedly the same girl as the night before. After all, she had the same fighting skills, wounds, and piercing, heart-wrenching blue eyes.
Yami scooped Anzu up easily in his arms. She felt light as a feather, and limp as well. She'd explain everything later - the secrets she was hiding, and most importantly, her past. His figure disappeared into the shadows as he darted back into the palace, and gently laid Anzu in his chambers.
~Anzu and Yami back in Anzu's Chambers~
Anzu fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring at a magnificent painting. She squinted an eye fully open. Red velvet cushions were on a gold-and-red velvet chair, with light blue silk curtains draped across the window.
On the floor was a beautiful, intricately designed fur rug with pictures of lions and Millennium items. Sunlight beamed through the window drapes, and when her hand brushed the ground, she felt cold marble.
Her body felt limp, but she struggled and managed to sit up. Her head hurt, but she wasn't as cold anymore. She saw Yami, and gasped.
When he turned and she read the expression in those deep amethyst eyes, she gasped and nearly fainted. He knew. He knew that she was the assassin.
"Anzu." He looked straight into two blue saucers of fear. She backed away, clutching the blanket tightly. She wasn't in her bloodstained violet dress anymore, but in a comfortable white silk nightgown.
Yami sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out towards her pale face. He gently stroked a pale rosy cheek. Anzu immediately relaxed under his soft touch. She loved the way his fingers caressed her cheek.
"I need your trust first, Anzu Mazaki." He whispered.
Anzu bit her lip until it bled. "For your safety, I cannot." She looked regretfully into a pair of waiting amethyst eyes.
"Anzu, tell me now. Now or never."
His penetrating gaze never left her eyes. Anzu tore her eyes away from his beautiful eyes. She burst, "I'm sorry, Yami. Bakura is out to get you! Your ancient power! He's out to get your Millennium Puzzle! And he has my sister! My sister! My baby sister, Kari! I don't know what to do anymore." She sobbed.
Anzu fell into Yami's arms, and cried, tears streaming down her face. Yami cradled her against his bare chest; the light touch of her soft hair against him, and those silent tears dripping down her beautiful face pained him. So Anzu had a motive. A deep, grave motive.
"I'll help you, Anzu." Yami promised.
"No.there's nothing you can do. Bakura will eventually kill you, kill me, and kill, kill," she couldn't stutter out the last fateful word.
"Anzu." Yami lifted her chin up so that their eyes could lock. "I want you to tell me everything about your past. Don't leave anything out. Understand?"
Anzu nodded back. "It began when I was a little girl."
~Anzu's Story~
"I was just about as happy as any six-year-old could be. It was two years before Kari was born. I had it all. I had happy parents, my friends, and everything you could want. I was happy.but then my happiness ended.
"My father began drinking, becoming drunk. I remember him hitting my mother and slapping her. I could always hear her screams of pain and their arguments." Anzu paused momentarily, then continued.
"One night, when I was still six, I heard my mother and father arguing again. But this time, he had another woman in his bed. They were both naked, and my mother was angry. VERY ANGRY. I had never seen her as mad before. So I slapped my father and then left with my mother.
"Naturally, he came hunting for us again. This time, I was seven and almost eight. He raped my mother. He locked me in the bathroom and raped my mother. Then he left in a storm. My mother was too afraid to report it to the police. So mentally, bit-by-bit, I helped her heal. However, she was pregnant. She had a baby by the time I turned eight.
"Two years later, when I was ten, and Kari was two, my father reentered my life. I hid Kari in her room. When I got downstairs, I saw my father, eyes crazed like a madman, trying to kill my mother. She already had many wounds on her body. Then he saw me. He told my mother to watch closely as he stabbed me to death. When the knife reached my throat, I." Anzu's voice got caught in her throat.
"Continue, Anzu. It's okay." Yami once again hugged her tightly.
"I stabbed him! I didn't mean to!" A fresh set of tears were now overflowing her face. "He was going to kill me. And he was going to kill Mother, and if he found Kari, he'd kill her too. I had learned self-defense after my father raped my mother. We found that pepper wasn't good enough. I always carried a dagger around with me in the streets.
"They came. The law. They carried my father's body away, and shortly after, with all the wounds inflicted in her, my mother, she died. Just like that, both of my parents were dead. One was a traitor and a cheat, the other a sweet, caring soul. Right before she died, my mother handed me the Millennium Necklace. She told me to use it wisely. I took Kari in my arms and fought all the police. I could take them all down - no sweat, but they separated Kari and me.
"They took Kari to a baby orphanage. She was only three, after all. I, at ten, was sent to an orphanage with talented schooling and martial arts. I became a prodigy. I defeated all of my opponents swiftly and easily, even though I was a girl. Boys tried to rape me. Most of them almost lost a body part. After a year, I decided to leave. I escaped easily. Those guards were so easy to trick.
"I tried to track Kari down, but I couldn't find her. I wandered to the outskirts of Egypt. Traumatized and terrified, I swore by blood never to trust or love again. I became Desert Rose, and an assassin. I killed so many people, Yami. Mostly thieves, though. I stopped my killing after a spiritual visit by my mother in my dreams. Then all I did was rob for the poor. However, I never stopped my training. I was still ruthless.
"I met Isis and Malik Ishtar then. A couple of scoundrels that have always been out to get my hide were bothering me. In the village, I was only Anzu Mazaki, you see. Desert Rose was a complete outsider. I have to play a weak female as Anzu, or they'll know my identity. No other 'woman' can do what I can. Only when I get really hot-tempered do I fight.
"One night, the scoundrels caught me in the alley alone. I was sure they were going to rape me. After seeing the damage it had cost my mother, I vowed to defeat them. I quickly defeated them all in a matter of minutes. They were simple, slow opponents. However, Malik saw me. He brought me him to Isis despite the fact that I was very reluctant.
"I told Isis that I was Desert Rose after our longtime friendship. I felt I owed it to them. After all, they had taken me in and given me friendship. They understood. I've never told anybody about my past but you, Yami. Not in detail. Anyways, soon after, I met Jounouchi and Honda. I was arrested because a few guards were drunk and tried to hit on me.
"They gave me memory loss powder. I ended up at your palace, Yami, where you and Seto took me to places I had never seen before. I was overjoyed. I kept having dreams about my father and mother. When Ryou got hurt, that night, I heard music in the palace gardens. Bakura, Ryou's Yami, was there. He gave me two choices - to kill you within three days, or Seto would die, or to not kill anybody, and both would die.
"I resolved to warn you, but Bakura gave me this pain in my head that I've never felt before. It drove me to kill you, and I once again became an assassin. But I never achieved that serene and golden feeling that pushes me to new heights when I was fighting with you. I was equally matched with you, which should've set me off, but my heart was painfully broken. It was awful. Sickeningly awful.
"After seeing you in your state, I yelled in my head that I would stand up against Bakura. Bakura, seeing he had no options left, decided to take his final weapon out. He took Kari out as bait. And now I'm stuck in this situation. I haven't seen my baby sister for seven years, Yami! Seven long years!" Tears were brimming out of Anzu's eyes.
"Kari and you mean the world to me, Yami. Kari is the only family I have left, and you are the one I broke my blood vow to. You are my one love, Pharaoh."
~End Anzu's Story~
Yami listened to Anzu's tale patiently. When she confessed her past and secrets, he was completely horrified. She had a past life that no one should've ever lived through, especially not this young girl. When she confessed her love, however, Yami just stared deep within those blue orbs.
"I love you, Yami." Her voice broke.
He finally spoke then. "I love you as well, Anzu Mazaki. You are unique, and you are the one." Yami took a final glance into those teary blue eyes, and Anzu into those fathomless, handsome amethyst eyes. Leaning down, the two met in a kiss so full of love it could banish any evil that was in their presence.
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Author's Notes: Another chapter is finished! Yay! So, you have Anzu's past now, and all of her secrets and confessions to Yami, as well as her love to him, and his love to her. Chapter 13 might not be out too soon, due to the fact that I have many school projects -_-. Anyways, until next time!