Disclaimer- Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Author's note- All of you really cheered me up, thank you! Sorry to say, but this chapter may be a tear jerker. Keep those tissues handy, eh? Ah, and to the reviewer who asked who Anzu was, her dubbed name is Tea. Also, this Bakura is Ryou's Yami. In other words, the tomb robber. Enjoy!
The cerulean-eyed female stumbled back upon hearing the harsh words, crashing into a shelf as she did so. At that moment it fell, causing a glass statue to come crashing to the ground and shatter into multiple pieces. It didn't faze her, though. The female was far too shocked to even think about Ryou's possessions. That was perhaps a good thing, given it would have just added upon her list of worries.
Bakura cringed as he watched the scene. He'd been aware that she might cry or something of the sort, but didn't expect much. After all, these were the same people that hadn't been there to protect her. These were the people who had neglected the one he'd give everything up for! He utterly despised these people. Anzu was perhaps far too forgiving, but he loved her all the same.
"Hey," he began hesitantly, "It'll be fine. They're not here, but they're not necessarily gone forever." Never was he one for words. By this point, the tomb robber was wishing he'd paid more attention to his hikari. "Besides, it's not like you can't live without them," he mumbled. At the moment, the boy was closely watching the shards threatening her unclothed feet.
Both now quieted once more, and the only sound audible was the female's sobs. Her body shook with their force, and ached from the horrid adventures of the day. Still, an itching in her wrists craved attention. The same itching was the one that almost always led to the slicing of her pale flesh. It had become a routine, given she no longer had the will to stop it.
The female really didn't have the will to do much of anything lately. Everything had become an act, a perfectly timed one at that. No one had really noticed, either, for she played her part far too well. The white haired boy was perhaps here to save her, but he was too late. In her eyes, the war had been waged and all had been lost. All that was left was for her to pay her toll.
"You don't understand," she choked out through tears. "Not everyone lives through things you like have!" Here, almost instantly, the sobs subsided. In their wake rested a look of confusion. Bakura was quite alarmed by this, but didn't speak a word. Instead, he just let the sentence hang in tension-filled air in hopes she'd continue. "They're gone..."
The male once more cringed as she sunk to her knees, ignoring the shards that were now digging their way into newfound flesh. What was he supposed to do? Trying to comfort her hadn't done any good. That, and he was truly lacking in experience in the area. Given that, he just let her stare quietly at the ground.
"It's over," the female mumbled. It was mostly to herself, for she had now picked up one of the shards and gently stroked it with a finger. This action caused crimson droplets of blood to drizzle down that finger, but all Anzu did was wince. "It's over, it's won." Seeming quite absorbed in the one-sided conversation, she closed her eyes.
The tomb robber wouldn't stand for this, though. Was he to stand there, just watching the girl put herself in more pain? Not a chance. Perhaps a bit hastily, he acted upon his instincts and quickly pulled the girl to her feet. In no time, he pinned her against the wall. "Look at me!" Only at this point did her deep cerulean eyes open hesitantly, fear clouding over them. "It's not the end of the world! Deal with it! It's not like I haven't made sacrifices."
For emphasis, he shoved her against the wall once more, and even proceeded to emit a low growl. "Life sucks, so get that through your head. It's not always roses and smiles like you damn well want it to be." Never did his grip upon her loosen, but rather the opposite as he spoke. "No one has the perfect life, you hear me? They weren't worth it! They weren't! Just let them go!"
Anzu looked quite stricken. It certainly wasn't ever day you were rammed against the wall by an angry spirit, after all. "I hate you," she mumbled softly. Her brow furrowed before she spoke again, but this time with more force. "I hate you! You don't understand! Just let me go!"
It was only then that the boy realized what he'd done, and released her. He took a step back, arms folding tightly against his chest. A scowl even rested upon his lips, but it was just for show. The white haired male even opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as his captive dashed out of the room. This time, he'd gone too far.
The sound of the door to the household slamming loudly somehow had a great effect on him. The tears that he'd once been holding back now cascaded down his cheeks, and he cursed softly. No, he wasn't mad at her, but rather at himself. After all, he'd been the one to ignore her feelings, and even got away without a slap.
These feelings, though, they were worse than any slap. Deep regret and loss resided in him, but heartbreak was the strongest. It was if the emotion grabbed at him, rendering him immobile. Bakura knew what he had to do, though. He cursed at the idea of having to move from that very spot, the spot where they'd once gotten along in. For once in his lifetime, he just wanted to close his eyes and let the memories engulf him. Not while his Anzu was in danger, though.
As the tomb robber picked up the bedroom phone, he mentally corrected himself. Anzu was no longer his. After all, he had his chance and wasted it. He then mentally assured himself that the girl deserved better, and she'd find it one day. Even if it wasn't him. Not wanting to rest upon that thought, he quickly punched in a mess of numbers, and cursed once more as the tone rang.
"Hello?" It was a deep male's voice that answered the phone, and an unmistakable one at that. The white haired boy cursed yet again as he tried to get his tone even once more. It wouldn't due to have the Pharaoh know he was crying. After all, they were mortal enemies.
"Go to the lake. Save her." With that said, the phone was slammed back down and the dejected Bakura was left in silence.
The cerulean-eyed female stumbled back upon hearing the harsh words, crashing into a shelf as she did so. At that moment it fell, causing a glass statue to come crashing to the ground and shatter into multiple pieces. It didn't faze her, though. The female was far too shocked to even think about Ryou's possessions. That was perhaps a good thing, given it would have just added upon her list of worries.
Bakura cringed as he watched the scene. He'd been aware that she might cry or something of the sort, but didn't expect much. After all, these were the same people that hadn't been there to protect her. These were the people who had neglected the one he'd give everything up for! He utterly despised these people. Anzu was perhaps far too forgiving, but he loved her all the same.
"Hey," he began hesitantly, "It'll be fine. They're not here, but they're not necessarily gone forever." Never was he one for words. By this point, the tomb robber was wishing he'd paid more attention to his hikari. "Besides, it's not like you can't live without them," he mumbled. At the moment, the boy was closely watching the shards threatening her unclothed feet.
Both now quieted once more, and the only sound audible was the female's sobs. Her body shook with their force, and ached from the horrid adventures of the day. Still, an itching in her wrists craved attention. The same itching was the one that almost always led to the slicing of her pale flesh. It had become a routine, given she no longer had the will to stop it.
The female really didn't have the will to do much of anything lately. Everything had become an act, a perfectly timed one at that. No one had really noticed, either, for she played her part far too well. The white haired boy was perhaps here to save her, but he was too late. In her eyes, the war had been waged and all had been lost. All that was left was for her to pay her toll.
"You don't understand," she choked out through tears. "Not everyone lives through things you like have!" Here, almost instantly, the sobs subsided. In their wake rested a look of confusion. Bakura was quite alarmed by this, but didn't speak a word. Instead, he just let the sentence hang in tension-filled air in hopes she'd continue. "They're gone..."
The male once more cringed as she sunk to her knees, ignoring the shards that were now digging their way into newfound flesh. What was he supposed to do? Trying to comfort her hadn't done any good. That, and he was truly lacking in experience in the area. Given that, he just let her stare quietly at the ground.
"It's over," the female mumbled. It was mostly to herself, for she had now picked up one of the shards and gently stroked it with a finger. This action caused crimson droplets of blood to drizzle down that finger, but all Anzu did was wince. "It's over, it's won." Seeming quite absorbed in the one-sided conversation, she closed her eyes.
The tomb robber wouldn't stand for this, though. Was he to stand there, just watching the girl put herself in more pain? Not a chance. Perhaps a bit hastily, he acted upon his instincts and quickly pulled the girl to her feet. In no time, he pinned her against the wall. "Look at me!" Only at this point did her deep cerulean eyes open hesitantly, fear clouding over them. "It's not the end of the world! Deal with it! It's not like I haven't made sacrifices."
For emphasis, he shoved her against the wall once more, and even proceeded to emit a low growl. "Life sucks, so get that through your head. It's not always roses and smiles like you damn well want it to be." Never did his grip upon her loosen, but rather the opposite as he spoke. "No one has the perfect life, you hear me? They weren't worth it! They weren't! Just let them go!"
Anzu looked quite stricken. It certainly wasn't ever day you were rammed against the wall by an angry spirit, after all. "I hate you," she mumbled softly. Her brow furrowed before she spoke again, but this time with more force. "I hate you! You don't understand! Just let me go!"
It was only then that the boy realized what he'd done, and released her. He took a step back, arms folding tightly against his chest. A scowl even rested upon his lips, but it was just for show. The white haired male even opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as his captive dashed out of the room. This time, he'd gone too far.
The sound of the door to the household slamming loudly somehow had a great effect on him. The tears that he'd once been holding back now cascaded down his cheeks, and he cursed softly. No, he wasn't mad at her, but rather at himself. After all, he'd been the one to ignore her feelings, and even got away without a slap.
These feelings, though, they were worse than any slap. Deep regret and loss resided in him, but heartbreak was the strongest. It was if the emotion grabbed at him, rendering him immobile. Bakura knew what he had to do, though. He cursed at the idea of having to move from that very spot, the spot where they'd once gotten along in. For once in his lifetime, he just wanted to close his eyes and let the memories engulf him. Not while his Anzu was in danger, though.
As the tomb robber picked up the bedroom phone, he mentally corrected himself. Anzu was no longer his. After all, he had his chance and wasted it. He then mentally assured himself that the girl deserved better, and she'd find it one day. Even if it wasn't him. Not wanting to rest upon that thought, he quickly punched in a mess of numbers, and cursed once more as the tone rang.
"Hello?" It was a deep male's voice that answered the phone, and an unmistakable one at that. The white haired boy cursed yet again as he tried to get his tone even once more. It wouldn't due to have the Pharaoh know he was crying. After all, they were mortal enemies.
"Go to the lake. Save her." With that said, the phone was slammed back down and the dejected Bakura was left in silence.