Disclaimer- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Authors note- Sorry for such the
long delay. One of my best friends just died this week, and it took me a
little while to get over it. You never really realize how much you love
someone, until they're gone.. Given that, this chapter's dedicated to him.
Also, I changed it from what I was originally going to write. Your patience
is appreciated.
About an hour had past and now both Anzu and Bakura resided within different rooms. While the cerulean eyed girl had stayed within Ryou's room, bright flush lighting her cheeks, the tomb robber had taken the chance to flee. Not because of hunger, as he'd pled, but rather of confusion. So he'd made the first move and she'd returned it, eh? 'So what,' he thought bitterly to himself. 'She's weak. She doesn't know what she's saying. The stupid girl is clueless.' Perhaps it wasn't that the female was clueless, though, but rather the Yami was once more in denial about his feelings. It was quite intimidating, realizing that he himself had begun to drown in her. After all, it wasn't often that one went from hating another to wanting to give them everything in a matter of hours. Realizing what his hikari might say about this, he cursed loudly. In succession followed another string of colorful words which truly would have offended anyone near. To the others, he was the merciless tomb robber! They'd try to tear her away from him; claiming he'd only hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. What was he to do, though? Offer a temporary truce to Ryou? Cursing once more, Bakura realized it might be his only choice. The boy was beginning to realize the complications of caring for another, and cursed those, too. If he wasn't careful, he'd sit there and curse things for hours. That was beside the point, though. For now, the point was the female in question. Anzu had been understanding this far, so why couldn't he just let the fond remarks fall from his lips? Those deep eyes of hers, burning into his very soul seemed always complicating matters for him. Her glace, be it any kind, caused his mind and memory both to become blank. He still had to do this, though. He'd do this even if it killed him!
With that thought in mind, he shot up from the seat he'd been occupying with renewed confidence. The tomb robber was stopped in his tracks, though, as a loud ring sounded. He sent the telephone a glare and another string of colorful words to accompany it. With a sigh, he realized it'd be best to answer it. After all, it might just be Ryou.
"Speak," the white haired boy barked into the phone with annoyance. If this wasn't important, the person on the other line was guaranteed a slow and painful death. No one messed with Bakura and lived to tell about it. "Make it fast," he added, just to make his point.
The person on the other line had a timid tone, and one that seemed to hold much regret. Or was that remorse? "Ryou, I assume," he spoke, softly. Never was the tomb robber a moment to answer, for the speaker continued on. "It seems you're a friend of Anzu Masaki. There was," here he paused once more, sighing into the receiver. "There was an accident."
The boy's eyes widened and he practically dropped the receiver then and there. Accident? At a time like this? Surely it couldn't be that serious, could it? "What about it," he proceeded to ask hastily; fearing the answer deep in his gut. "What's their condition? What should Anzu know?" He hated the regretful silence between them, and cursed it softly also.
"They're dead." Those words caused something to rush through Bakura's senses, rendering him completely helpless for a moment. When he realized his position, though, the tomb robber quickly swore at the messenger before slamming the phone down into his holder. He was panting softly, and something clenched at his heart. Anzu didn't deserve this, not here. His angel deserved far more than this. Knowing she'd have to find out, though, he quickly ran for Ryou's room; practically throwing the door off it's hinges.
This frightened the girl and she glanced up quickly. Upon seeing the white haired boy, though, she let out the breath she'd been holding. "Oh, it's just you!" There was something wrong, though. His features were clouded over. That couldn't be good; usually the only emotion that was usually clear with him was anger or annoyance. "What happened." It wasn't a question, but rather a demand really. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bakura spoke the words he wished were only some kind of a cruel, evil joke. "Your parents are dead."
About an hour had past and now both Anzu and Bakura resided within different rooms. While the cerulean eyed girl had stayed within Ryou's room, bright flush lighting her cheeks, the tomb robber had taken the chance to flee. Not because of hunger, as he'd pled, but rather of confusion. So he'd made the first move and she'd returned it, eh? 'So what,' he thought bitterly to himself. 'She's weak. She doesn't know what she's saying. The stupid girl is clueless.' Perhaps it wasn't that the female was clueless, though, but rather the Yami was once more in denial about his feelings. It was quite intimidating, realizing that he himself had begun to drown in her. After all, it wasn't often that one went from hating another to wanting to give them everything in a matter of hours. Realizing what his hikari might say about this, he cursed loudly. In succession followed another string of colorful words which truly would have offended anyone near. To the others, he was the merciless tomb robber! They'd try to tear her away from him; claiming he'd only hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted. What was he to do, though? Offer a temporary truce to Ryou? Cursing once more, Bakura realized it might be his only choice. The boy was beginning to realize the complications of caring for another, and cursed those, too. If he wasn't careful, he'd sit there and curse things for hours. That was beside the point, though. For now, the point was the female in question. Anzu had been understanding this far, so why couldn't he just let the fond remarks fall from his lips? Those deep eyes of hers, burning into his very soul seemed always complicating matters for him. Her glace, be it any kind, caused his mind and memory both to become blank. He still had to do this, though. He'd do this even if it killed him!
With that thought in mind, he shot up from the seat he'd been occupying with renewed confidence. The tomb robber was stopped in his tracks, though, as a loud ring sounded. He sent the telephone a glare and another string of colorful words to accompany it. With a sigh, he realized it'd be best to answer it. After all, it might just be Ryou.
"Speak," the white haired boy barked into the phone with annoyance. If this wasn't important, the person on the other line was guaranteed a slow and painful death. No one messed with Bakura and lived to tell about it. "Make it fast," he added, just to make his point.
The person on the other line had a timid tone, and one that seemed to hold much regret. Or was that remorse? "Ryou, I assume," he spoke, softly. Never was the tomb robber a moment to answer, for the speaker continued on. "It seems you're a friend of Anzu Masaki. There was," here he paused once more, sighing into the receiver. "There was an accident."
The boy's eyes widened and he practically dropped the receiver then and there. Accident? At a time like this? Surely it couldn't be that serious, could it? "What about it," he proceeded to ask hastily; fearing the answer deep in his gut. "What's their condition? What should Anzu know?" He hated the regretful silence between them, and cursed it softly also.
"They're dead." Those words caused something to rush through Bakura's senses, rendering him completely helpless for a moment. When he realized his position, though, the tomb robber quickly swore at the messenger before slamming the phone down into his holder. He was panting softly, and something clenched at his heart. Anzu didn't deserve this, not here. His angel deserved far more than this. Knowing she'd have to find out, though, he quickly ran for Ryou's room; practically throwing the door off it's hinges.
This frightened the girl and she glanced up quickly. Upon seeing the white haired boy, though, she let out the breath she'd been holding. "Oh, it's just you!" There was something wrong, though. His features were clouded over. That couldn't be good; usually the only emotion that was usually clear with him was anger or annoyance. "What happened." It wasn't a question, but rather a demand really. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bakura spoke the words he wished were only some kind of a cruel, evil joke. "Your parents are dead."