Disclaimer- Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Author's note- I just had this great bought of inspiration! Darn school! ; Given I must be tortured with 'learning' I can't write much right now, but I will add another chapter either later today or tomorrow. Enjoy!
A certain cerulean eyed girl pumped her legs to the point of exhaustion, kicking up dust as she did so. Fresh tears stung in her eyes but she paid no heed to them. The female was too busy clinging to the memory of the angered tomb robber. How could she have expected him to understand? How could she have let herself think he'd erase the aches and pains? It wouldn't happen again.
Perhaps if he'd had more control over the situation, the white haired boy would have made Anzu swear never again to commit the act she'd attempted that day. The point was that he hadn't, and a second try was fresh in her mind. After all, if she were just to be a burden, it wasn't worth staying. That's all she was, wasn't it? If so, she must have been a burden to her parents, too. The thought only gave her stride more force.
Meanwhile, the Pharaoh cursed as he slammed down his hikari's phone. This startled the smaller one, and he cast a concerned glance upon Yami. Usually, his actions weren't so forceful if he could help it. Waiting patiently, Yugi willed the spirit to speak. That he did, and quite hurriedly.
"Yugi," he barked out, grabbing the nearest jacket, "I need you to stay here." The pharaoh only paused to hold a hand up before the smaller one bombarded him with questions. He had no time for them. "Stay here, and make something warm. Trust me."
No sooner than that had left his mouth, the spirit was out the door. Yugi hesitated, knowing what he had to do. The smaller one would have loved to follow after Yami, for he was worried about what could be such an urgent matter. He wasn't one to disobey the spirit, though, for usually the spirit was correct. Given that, he sighed in a defeated manner, before running to the kitchen to make hot chocolate.
The spirit in question, meanwhile, was running as fast as he possibly could. Sure, there was an uncanny resemblance between the voice and the phone and the voice of his rival, but he couldn't leave the matter uninvestigated. The question was who was in such trouble? In the pit of his stomach, the pharaoh knew it had to be Anzu, but quickly pushed the thought away. He wouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly.
Be it chance, fate, or just plain luck the cerulean eyed girl was exhausted. Her pace had begun to lag quite terrible, and her cheeks were flushed with exhaustion. She was not one to give up so easily, though. At least Bakura wasn't coming after her, right? She'd finally gotten away from him; finally was free. Then why did she ache even worse?
Telling herself it wouldn't hurt anymore once she returned to the lake, the female pushed herself on. It was a hard journey for one so injured, and that was beside the fact that her feet were still unclothed. After all, Anzu had no time to obtain her socks and shoes. The only thing protecting her body, really, was the soaked uniform that clung to her.
Every once in a while a memory of the tomb robber would flash through her mind, and Anzu had to do all she could not to smile. It was quite ironic how the one they feared so greatly could have such a soft side. It was also quite ironic how he could so easily get her to give in to almost any demand. Half the time she wasn't complaining, though. If only he'd been sooner.
Finally approaching the crystal waters, the cerulean eyed girl took a deep breath. She shivered as the wind blew by, as if urging her on. Even the way the water so peacefully sparkled seemed to be an encouragement! Not wanting to disappoint the elemental audience, the female placed a foot into the icy water.
Her first reaction to it was that it was cold, colder than she'd remembered before. Almost in a comforting way, though, it seemed to cling to her ankle like a child. The female shivered, before slowly allowing her other to touch ground with the water. Slowly but surely, she was reliving the earlier parts of the day. This time, was there to be a tomb robber as her savior once more?
Not wanting to dwell on the thought, she waded deeper into the waters. Anzu even chuckled a bit at the way it was all to end. Who would have thought that the cheery, friendship-speech girl would be the first to go? Certainly not any of her so-called friends. Picturing the look on Yugi's face, she almost stopped, but decided it'd all be for the best in the end. In the end, they wouldn't have her to boss them around anymore.
It seemed each step she took she'd reminisce about a different topic. Here, her mind rested upon her parents. This way, there wouldn't be much time to miss them dearly. Instead, she would only be left with the shock of it all. Wouldn't her parents have wanted it that way? In all actuality, she didn't know what they wanted. After all, they were hardly around.
Now the water hugged her knees, begging her to walk further. Its icy temperatures caused the female to shiver once more, but never did the thought of turning back reach her mind. If she'd come far, she might as well finish the job. Who would dare miss her too much, anyway? No one, right?
The next step was for Bakura, and she closed her eyes to picture his face. That had been her first real kiss, and to think she'd shared it with the one who was trying to steal her soul before. Not that it mattered. Their bad ties were all in the past, and all was forgiven. Well, almost all. The cerulean eyed female still felt angered at his not understanding. Maybe he was trying to do her a favor, though?
Not wanting to think about it any further, Anzu opened her eyes. Here she was, water numbing her body, and finally free. It had reached right above her chest by this point and still begged for more of the girl. Not wanting to disappoint it, the female took a deep breath. It'd finally be over. No more pain, no more worries, no more guilt.
As the female flung herself forth, hoping her death to be one of great speed, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her bag. Forcefully, it pulled her from the waters. She attempted to struggle, but was no match for this person's strength. In no time, the cerulean eyed girl was being dragged against her will. "Hey," she attempted to protest. "Let me go!"
Once the water clung to their heels and no more, Yami embraced her tightly. What was she thinking? How could she be attempting to take her own life? Too many thoughts raced through his mind, and the great pharaoh took a deep breath in attempt to will them away. Perhaps he owed the tomb robber for this one, or perhaps his rival would be killed for this stunt.
All the while, the spirit in question watched from nearby. He sneered, watching the other put his arms around what was rightfully his. Anzu belonged to no one but him, and he'd make that clear soon enough. Maybe he'd made a mistake in letting the pharaoh in on the secret, but he'd make up for it. Soon enough, everything would come together.
A certain cerulean eyed girl pumped her legs to the point of exhaustion, kicking up dust as she did so. Fresh tears stung in her eyes but she paid no heed to them. The female was too busy clinging to the memory of the angered tomb robber. How could she have expected him to understand? How could she have let herself think he'd erase the aches and pains? It wouldn't happen again.
Perhaps if he'd had more control over the situation, the white haired boy would have made Anzu swear never again to commit the act she'd attempted that day. The point was that he hadn't, and a second try was fresh in her mind. After all, if she were just to be a burden, it wasn't worth staying. That's all she was, wasn't it? If so, she must have been a burden to her parents, too. The thought only gave her stride more force.
Meanwhile, the Pharaoh cursed as he slammed down his hikari's phone. This startled the smaller one, and he cast a concerned glance upon Yami. Usually, his actions weren't so forceful if he could help it. Waiting patiently, Yugi willed the spirit to speak. That he did, and quite hurriedly.
"Yugi," he barked out, grabbing the nearest jacket, "I need you to stay here." The pharaoh only paused to hold a hand up before the smaller one bombarded him with questions. He had no time for them. "Stay here, and make something warm. Trust me."
No sooner than that had left his mouth, the spirit was out the door. Yugi hesitated, knowing what he had to do. The smaller one would have loved to follow after Yami, for he was worried about what could be such an urgent matter. He wasn't one to disobey the spirit, though, for usually the spirit was correct. Given that, he sighed in a defeated manner, before running to the kitchen to make hot chocolate.
The spirit in question, meanwhile, was running as fast as he possibly could. Sure, there was an uncanny resemblance between the voice and the phone and the voice of his rival, but he couldn't leave the matter uninvestigated. The question was who was in such trouble? In the pit of his stomach, the pharaoh knew it had to be Anzu, but quickly pushed the thought away. He wouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly.
Be it chance, fate, or just plain luck the cerulean eyed girl was exhausted. Her pace had begun to lag quite terrible, and her cheeks were flushed with exhaustion. She was not one to give up so easily, though. At least Bakura wasn't coming after her, right? She'd finally gotten away from him; finally was free. Then why did she ache even worse?
Telling herself it wouldn't hurt anymore once she returned to the lake, the female pushed herself on. It was a hard journey for one so injured, and that was beside the fact that her feet were still unclothed. After all, Anzu had no time to obtain her socks and shoes. The only thing protecting her body, really, was the soaked uniform that clung to her.
Every once in a while a memory of the tomb robber would flash through her mind, and Anzu had to do all she could not to smile. It was quite ironic how the one they feared so greatly could have such a soft side. It was also quite ironic how he could so easily get her to give in to almost any demand. Half the time she wasn't complaining, though. If only he'd been sooner.
Finally approaching the crystal waters, the cerulean eyed girl took a deep breath. She shivered as the wind blew by, as if urging her on. Even the way the water so peacefully sparkled seemed to be an encouragement! Not wanting to disappoint the elemental audience, the female placed a foot into the icy water.
Her first reaction to it was that it was cold, colder than she'd remembered before. Almost in a comforting way, though, it seemed to cling to her ankle like a child. The female shivered, before slowly allowing her other to touch ground with the water. Slowly but surely, she was reliving the earlier parts of the day. This time, was there to be a tomb robber as her savior once more?
Not wanting to dwell on the thought, she waded deeper into the waters. Anzu even chuckled a bit at the way it was all to end. Who would have thought that the cheery, friendship-speech girl would be the first to go? Certainly not any of her so-called friends. Picturing the look on Yugi's face, she almost stopped, but decided it'd all be for the best in the end. In the end, they wouldn't have her to boss them around anymore.
It seemed each step she took she'd reminisce about a different topic. Here, her mind rested upon her parents. This way, there wouldn't be much time to miss them dearly. Instead, she would only be left with the shock of it all. Wouldn't her parents have wanted it that way? In all actuality, she didn't know what they wanted. After all, they were hardly around.
Now the water hugged her knees, begging her to walk further. Its icy temperatures caused the female to shiver once more, but never did the thought of turning back reach her mind. If she'd come far, she might as well finish the job. Who would dare miss her too much, anyway? No one, right?
The next step was for Bakura, and she closed her eyes to picture his face. That had been her first real kiss, and to think she'd shared it with the one who was trying to steal her soul before. Not that it mattered. Their bad ties were all in the past, and all was forgiven. Well, almost all. The cerulean eyed female still felt angered at his not understanding. Maybe he was trying to do her a favor, though?
Not wanting to think about it any further, Anzu opened her eyes. Here she was, water numbing her body, and finally free. It had reached right above her chest by this point and still begged for more of the girl. Not wanting to disappoint it, the female took a deep breath. It'd finally be over. No more pain, no more worries, no more guilt.
As the female flung herself forth, hoping her death to be one of great speed, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her bag. Forcefully, it pulled her from the waters. She attempted to struggle, but was no match for this person's strength. In no time, the cerulean eyed girl was being dragged against her will. "Hey," she attempted to protest. "Let me go!"
Once the water clung to their heels and no more, Yami embraced her tightly. What was she thinking? How could she be attempting to take her own life? Too many thoughts raced through his mind, and the great pharaoh took a deep breath in attempt to will them away. Perhaps he owed the tomb robber for this one, or perhaps his rival would be killed for this stunt.
All the while, the spirit in question watched from nearby. He sneered, watching the other put his arms around what was rightfully his. Anzu belonged to no one but him, and he'd make that clear soon enough. Maybe he'd made a mistake in letting the pharaoh in on the secret, but he'd make up for it. Soon enough, everything would come together.