Disclaimer- Nope, no Yu-Gi-Oh! lisence still. Authors note- True and loyal fans to the end, eh? No, I wouldn't even call you fans. ^.^ Friends. You guys are absolutely awesome! Each and every one of you. Well, before I start ranting about friendship and what not, here's the next chapter. ^.^;
The door to the room of the small boy and the pharaoh swung open, revealing none other than the tomb robber himself. A scowl rested upon his lips and he gazed the room, eyes locking with those of the cerulean girl. She was his, and he'd come there to prove it--even if kidnapping was needed. After all, he wouldn't let what he'd found so easily slip from his hands.
Yami, though, was easily ready to meet his challenge. The spirit rose to his feet, sending the other a heated glare. His rival was somehow mixed into all of this, he knew that, but he wasn't sure how. At the time, it didn't matter how, just so long as he fled the room there and then. "You aren't welcome here," he spoke, voicing his opinion on the matter. "What do you want?"
"I want her," the other spirit replied, tilting his head ever so little towards the female. By this point Yugi had stood and positioned himself in front of Anzu, but she could still see the tomb robber's face. When couldn't she? He'd become somewhat like a stalker to her lately, but deep down she didn't mind. Quite the oposite in fact; she wanted to be closer to him.
This didn't please the pharoah and his brow narrowed dangerously. Yami knew much of the other's destructive ways and such, and wouldn't hand the one he thought he loved over. Not without a fight, anyway. Besides, what did his rival really excpect? An open invitation to take the girl off of his hands? "Go away."
The cerulean eyed girl was growing irritated. Having to watch and not being able to speak for yourself could grow old fairly quickly, especially when you were feeling sick and irritable on top of it. The two spirits threw short insults back and forth which only annoyed her more. Couldn't they get to the point? Not being able to take it anymore, the girl drew a deep breath. "Stop!"
All eyes in the room were now locked on Anzu in confusion. Taking this as a chance to finally stand up for herself, the girl spoke. "I want to go with Bakura!" This was met with two confused, hurt glances and one quite smug one. "He saved me the first time," the female explained, "I owe him, at least this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
As she faked a small, fake grin, Bakura's heart cracked in two. She was doing all this because she owed him? The cerulean eyed girl really didn't care for him at all, but felt that she was in his debt? To think, he'd actually fallen head over heels with the one thing that he couldn't get in his life; the one thing he couldn't steal. Softly, he cursed his luck.
Anzu proceeded to say goodbye to the two look-alikes, promising them she'd keep safe and such. Each had given her a hug, which had only flared the tomb robber's temper further. She'd hug them but never once had she offered a hug to him! Jealousy was getting the best of the spirit, and he trudged out of the door first, grudgingly.
The cerulean eyed girl stumbled after Bakura; body still weak from her second attempt. She was quite oblivious to her leader's bruised ego, and proceeded to act almost as if nothing had happened between the two. After all, she feared his feelings towards the situation. Had it all been a mistake?
A cold breeze blew by, causing the girl to shiver. Anzu's thoughts also began to wander, and half of her wished she would have stayed with her amathyst eyed saviors. They wouldn't have lead her through the cold, clad in nothing bt her damp uniform like this spirit did. Then again, they hadn't captured her heart like he had, either.
Suddenly breaking the tension, Bakura turned a confident smirk to the girl. It startled her, and she almost thought to run as fast as she could in attempt to get away from him. Reminding herself that he wasn't as bad as he'd try to prove in the past, the cerulean eyed girl returned his look with as much indifference as she could muster. "What is it?" Surely he wouldn't be smirking for now reason.
Without warning he scooped her up in arms, causing the girl to let out a startled cry and throw her arms around him. This amused the tomb robber to no end, and he chuckled quite happily before answering her question. "I have something to show you." Not uttering another word, he dashed down the lonely streets of Domino.
The door to the room of the small boy and the pharaoh swung open, revealing none other than the tomb robber himself. A scowl rested upon his lips and he gazed the room, eyes locking with those of the cerulean girl. She was his, and he'd come there to prove it--even if kidnapping was needed. After all, he wouldn't let what he'd found so easily slip from his hands.
Yami, though, was easily ready to meet his challenge. The spirit rose to his feet, sending the other a heated glare. His rival was somehow mixed into all of this, he knew that, but he wasn't sure how. At the time, it didn't matter how, just so long as he fled the room there and then. "You aren't welcome here," he spoke, voicing his opinion on the matter. "What do you want?"
"I want her," the other spirit replied, tilting his head ever so little towards the female. By this point Yugi had stood and positioned himself in front of Anzu, but she could still see the tomb robber's face. When couldn't she? He'd become somewhat like a stalker to her lately, but deep down she didn't mind. Quite the oposite in fact; she wanted to be closer to him.
This didn't please the pharoah and his brow narrowed dangerously. Yami knew much of the other's destructive ways and such, and wouldn't hand the one he thought he loved over. Not without a fight, anyway. Besides, what did his rival really excpect? An open invitation to take the girl off of his hands? "Go away."
The cerulean eyed girl was growing irritated. Having to watch and not being able to speak for yourself could grow old fairly quickly, especially when you were feeling sick and irritable on top of it. The two spirits threw short insults back and forth which only annoyed her more. Couldn't they get to the point? Not being able to take it anymore, the girl drew a deep breath. "Stop!"
All eyes in the room were now locked on Anzu in confusion. Taking this as a chance to finally stand up for herself, the girl spoke. "I want to go with Bakura!" This was met with two confused, hurt glances and one quite smug one. "He saved me the first time," the female explained, "I owe him, at least this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
As she faked a small, fake grin, Bakura's heart cracked in two. She was doing all this because she owed him? The cerulean eyed girl really didn't care for him at all, but felt that she was in his debt? To think, he'd actually fallen head over heels with the one thing that he couldn't get in his life; the one thing he couldn't steal. Softly, he cursed his luck.
Anzu proceeded to say goodbye to the two look-alikes, promising them she'd keep safe and such. Each had given her a hug, which had only flared the tomb robber's temper further. She'd hug them but never once had she offered a hug to him! Jealousy was getting the best of the spirit, and he trudged out of the door first, grudgingly.
The cerulean eyed girl stumbled after Bakura; body still weak from her second attempt. She was quite oblivious to her leader's bruised ego, and proceeded to act almost as if nothing had happened between the two. After all, she feared his feelings towards the situation. Had it all been a mistake?
A cold breeze blew by, causing the girl to shiver. Anzu's thoughts also began to wander, and half of her wished she would have stayed with her amathyst eyed saviors. They wouldn't have lead her through the cold, clad in nothing bt her damp uniform like this spirit did. Then again, they hadn't captured her heart like he had, either.
Suddenly breaking the tension, Bakura turned a confident smirk to the girl. It startled her, and she almost thought to run as fast as she could in attempt to get away from him. Reminding herself that he wasn't as bad as he'd try to prove in the past, the cerulean eyed girl returned his look with as much indifference as she could muster. "What is it?" Surely he wouldn't be smirking for now reason.
Without warning he scooped her up in arms, causing the girl to let out a startled cry and throw her arms around him. This amused the tomb robber to no end, and he chuckled quite happily before answering her question. "I have something to show you." Not uttering another word, he dashed down the lonely streets of Domino.