Disclaimer- Don't own it. ; A/N- Thank you all of you for your wonderful reviews! Here it is, what you've all been waiting for! The finale! ..Should I start upon a sequal? All up to you. ^.^ Well, enjoy!
Not paying attention to Anzu's soft protests, the tomb robber dashed on; now making his way through the quiet park of Domino. It seemed odd to the female that he had something to show her here, for she'd lived in the town all of her life and knew the small park like the back of her hand. Hadn't he known that? Dispelling the thought from her mind, the cerulean eyd girl felt herself relax in his arms.
This didn't go unnoticed by Bakura, and a smirk was reborn upon his lips. Maybe she felt as if she owed him, but he'd make the time worth its while. Never was there something he had been stopped from stealing, before, and this wouldn't be an exception. The cocky spirit was once more after the girl's heart.
A few doubts resided within him, though. What if her heart wasn't there to steal, but rather belonged to the pharaoh? After all, he'd always found a way to deprive him of everything he'd ever wanted. One day that amathyst eyed spirit would pay, he concluded. Dearly at that.
Realizing that he'd been in a trance-like state of thought, Bakura cleared his throat as he came to a stop. Clearly this female had much more of an effect on him than intended. Tracing the thoughts in his mind, the white haired boy attempted to pull up the memory of their first meeting. Everything seemed clouded; pushed together were his memories and hard to access. Finally, though, it surfaced.
The first day of enrollment at the new school, the same one the cerulean eyed girl attended, had been hectic for his hikari. Other females had whispered to each other, giggling, while most of the males glared. Yugi had a sickingly sweet smile, the tomb robber remembered, which had almost provoked his need for violence. It'd been a class of rejects; all but one, that is. Somewhere near the back of the classroom sat Anzu Masaki, the protecter of the pharaoh's hikari.
At first she, too, had sickned him. Anyone who stood up for the tri-color haired midget was just asking for trouble, and trouble she did get. It wasn't as if she couldn't handle it, though. He'd heard stories of the strong willed female even keeping Jounouchi and Honda away from the boy until they'd delcared a truce and offered friendship. It wasn't that they were overly strong, but rather the fact that she'd fight them to keep Yugi safe that amused him. Still, he'd declared her not worth spending time on.
Time passed and his decision still hadn't changed. The cerulean eyed girl continued to put Yugi's matters before her own, and he continued in return to fret over her safety; telling her not to worry about him. This all was of no importance to Bakura; not until she began to pay a large amount of attention to his hikari, at least.
Often times Bakura would switch places with Ryou, telling the confused boy that the purpose was for research. It was half the truth and half a lie. While he was content to gather information that the female tended to give through tales of her adventures, he was even more content in just watching her. The best part of it was that he was safe; the spirit's identity was hidden ever so convienantly by his vessle. Ryou knew the consenquences would be painful if he told, after all.
Everything about her seemed to captivate him. There was that certain way that her eyes twinkled when something made her happy that made Bakura want ot reach out a hand to feel that same joy. Her lips, that soft cherry color that they were, always seemed to have a way to remind him of the coming spring. Even her spirited ways caught the yami's attention, for she had more determination than other female he'd ever met.
All in all, the tomb robber was far beyond the point of a crush, or even infatuation. This was a case of love in which he felt he could never fully fulfill. After all, Anzu Masaki was the perfect example of what he never could or wanted to be. It was the grand example of opposites attract; the world had decided to pay him back for all he'd done to it. It was definitely a cruel life.
Realizing he was being called, the girl filling his thoughs brought Bakura from his state. She sighed in irrtation, arms still around his neck. "Baka," was the quick scold. Her annoyed expression was quite cute he noted as she continued. "We've been here for ten minutes now! Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he replied in the secretive manner. The moment the words escaped his lips, the tomb robber once more broke into a sprint. His mind noted the familiar landmarks here and there, and he knew they were nearing his treasure. Not many had discovered it, for it was hidden deep in the heart of Domino park. There was no doubt about one thing, though--the site was worth the wait.
Within minutes he'd reached it--a crystal lake, sparkling with new hope. Its waters were inviting, but not in such way had the waters of the tainted lake been. No, this one held a warm, comfortable essance to it. This one guaranteed a new beginning, and a happier one at that.
Sitting down upon the moist grass, just at the lake's edge, Bakura cleared his throat. He was going in for the kill, and it was now or never. "Anzu," he spoke, voice laced with hope and nervousness. "Anzu, I really... What I mean to say is..." This was it, the big moment he'd been waiting for. "Anzu, I love you." It was finished. Now all he had to do was wait for her reply.
The female's eyes widened somewhat in surprise and she began to mumble incoharently to herself. The tomb robber took this as a bad sight; a sign that he'd done the wrong thing and now would pay for it. He closed his eyes, expecting a slap, but it never came. Instead, came the softly spoke words of his angel.
"Bakura.. You baka, I..." He cringed here, but didn't interupt. Drawing a deep breath, Anzu continued, her words fumbling but sincere. "You're a baka, a yami, and can be such a jerk." Clearly he'd just been struck down. It hurt dearly, hearing such words come from the one that he'd held so close to his heart. What now? Was she to rip it out and run off with it? No such thing.
"But somehow, I've fallen in love with the baka you are. I love you Bakura."
Instantly Bakura's eyes shot open as he felt a familiar sensation upon his lips. Sure enough, there was his angel, showing how much she did truly care. Not wanted to discourage her, the yami tightened his grip about the girl and once more let his eyes fall closed to match her own.
The wind of change was blowing ever so slightly, signaling that both would not be alone. Were they ever, though? It also signaled quite slyly that there'd be challenges to come, but neither paid any heed to this warning. After all, who'd spoil a moment such as this?
End.
Not paying attention to Anzu's soft protests, the tomb robber dashed on; now making his way through the quiet park of Domino. It seemed odd to the female that he had something to show her here, for she'd lived in the town all of her life and knew the small park like the back of her hand. Hadn't he known that? Dispelling the thought from her mind, the cerulean eyd girl felt herself relax in his arms.
This didn't go unnoticed by Bakura, and a smirk was reborn upon his lips. Maybe she felt as if she owed him, but he'd make the time worth its while. Never was there something he had been stopped from stealing, before, and this wouldn't be an exception. The cocky spirit was once more after the girl's heart.
A few doubts resided within him, though. What if her heart wasn't there to steal, but rather belonged to the pharaoh? After all, he'd always found a way to deprive him of everything he'd ever wanted. One day that amathyst eyed spirit would pay, he concluded. Dearly at that.
Realizing that he'd been in a trance-like state of thought, Bakura cleared his throat as he came to a stop. Clearly this female had much more of an effect on him than intended. Tracing the thoughts in his mind, the white haired boy attempted to pull up the memory of their first meeting. Everything seemed clouded; pushed together were his memories and hard to access. Finally, though, it surfaced.
The first day of enrollment at the new school, the same one the cerulean eyed girl attended, had been hectic for his hikari. Other females had whispered to each other, giggling, while most of the males glared. Yugi had a sickingly sweet smile, the tomb robber remembered, which had almost provoked his need for violence. It'd been a class of rejects; all but one, that is. Somewhere near the back of the classroom sat Anzu Masaki, the protecter of the pharaoh's hikari.
At first she, too, had sickned him. Anyone who stood up for the tri-color haired midget was just asking for trouble, and trouble she did get. It wasn't as if she couldn't handle it, though. He'd heard stories of the strong willed female even keeping Jounouchi and Honda away from the boy until they'd delcared a truce and offered friendship. It wasn't that they were overly strong, but rather the fact that she'd fight them to keep Yugi safe that amused him. Still, he'd declared her not worth spending time on.
Time passed and his decision still hadn't changed. The cerulean eyed girl continued to put Yugi's matters before her own, and he continued in return to fret over her safety; telling her not to worry about him. This all was of no importance to Bakura; not until she began to pay a large amount of attention to his hikari, at least.
Often times Bakura would switch places with Ryou, telling the confused boy that the purpose was for research. It was half the truth and half a lie. While he was content to gather information that the female tended to give through tales of her adventures, he was even more content in just watching her. The best part of it was that he was safe; the spirit's identity was hidden ever so convienantly by his vessle. Ryou knew the consenquences would be painful if he told, after all.
Everything about her seemed to captivate him. There was that certain way that her eyes twinkled when something made her happy that made Bakura want ot reach out a hand to feel that same joy. Her lips, that soft cherry color that they were, always seemed to have a way to remind him of the coming spring. Even her spirited ways caught the yami's attention, for she had more determination than other female he'd ever met.
All in all, the tomb robber was far beyond the point of a crush, or even infatuation. This was a case of love in which he felt he could never fully fulfill. After all, Anzu Masaki was the perfect example of what he never could or wanted to be. It was the grand example of opposites attract; the world had decided to pay him back for all he'd done to it. It was definitely a cruel life.
Realizing he was being called, the girl filling his thoughs brought Bakura from his state. She sighed in irrtation, arms still around his neck. "Baka," was the quick scold. Her annoyed expression was quite cute he noted as she continued. "We've been here for ten minutes now! Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he replied in the secretive manner. The moment the words escaped his lips, the tomb robber once more broke into a sprint. His mind noted the familiar landmarks here and there, and he knew they were nearing his treasure. Not many had discovered it, for it was hidden deep in the heart of Domino park. There was no doubt about one thing, though--the site was worth the wait.
Within minutes he'd reached it--a crystal lake, sparkling with new hope. Its waters were inviting, but not in such way had the waters of the tainted lake been. No, this one held a warm, comfortable essance to it. This one guaranteed a new beginning, and a happier one at that.
Sitting down upon the moist grass, just at the lake's edge, Bakura cleared his throat. He was going in for the kill, and it was now or never. "Anzu," he spoke, voice laced with hope and nervousness. "Anzu, I really... What I mean to say is..." This was it, the big moment he'd been waiting for. "Anzu, I love you." It was finished. Now all he had to do was wait for her reply.
The female's eyes widened somewhat in surprise and she began to mumble incoharently to herself. The tomb robber took this as a bad sight; a sign that he'd done the wrong thing and now would pay for it. He closed his eyes, expecting a slap, but it never came. Instead, came the softly spoke words of his angel.
"Bakura.. You baka, I..." He cringed here, but didn't interupt. Drawing a deep breath, Anzu continued, her words fumbling but sincere. "You're a baka, a yami, and can be such a jerk." Clearly he'd just been struck down. It hurt dearly, hearing such words come from the one that he'd held so close to his heart. What now? Was she to rip it out and run off with it? No such thing.
"But somehow, I've fallen in love with the baka you are. I love you Bakura."
Instantly Bakura's eyes shot open as he felt a familiar sensation upon his lips. Sure enough, there was his angel, showing how much she did truly care. Not wanted to discourage her, the yami tightened his grip about the girl and once more let his eyes fall closed to match her own.
The wind of change was blowing ever so slightly, signaling that both would not be alone. Were they ever, though? It also signaled quite slyly that there'd be challenges to come, but neither paid any heed to this warning. After all, who'd spoil a moment such as this?
End.