Within the World
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Chapter 6: A Single Touch
The darkness permeated the room except where the soft glow of candlelight were. A woman was standing up, waiting patiently for someone with ever anxious eyes. She wore a slimming silk pajama dress black flowing to her thighs, stopping short of her knees with slits on each side, straps hanging onto what would deem as almost seducing skin.
Her hair was flat and framed her heart-like face with the illuminating candles. It was nearly twelve and Tenshi Carter had not come yet. Her eyes were overshadowed by the light. The only pieces of jewelry she had on was the golden choker with the garnet teardrop glass-cut gem and a locket with the angel wings.
Both gifts meant something so well to her. Her daughter had gotten her something that somehow made her calmer and more at peace with herself and bring some hidden contained well of power that had finally found a release within the gem. The locket was from Angel for her birthday and the day he had proposed to her when Chisato had been five.
She remembered telling the man she loved about the one condition for their marriage: Chisato had to be ten. She knew her daughter was smart and would probably get everything within a few minutes of explanation but she wasn't some sort of genius really and she would not understand if some man came waltzing in her life and acted like a father figure when she never had one before.
The marriage would confuse her small mind and thus she wanted the man to wait. Angel had taken it lightly in stride and understood. But he hadn't even been near talking and looking at her the same way he had before lately, creating mighty doubts that something had caught him and he would want it and get it.
Shaking her head to herself, the redhead did not know wether to laugh at the next thought. Her blue eyes shimmered with the lost gleam of her younger years when she had been a teenager, a shy and quiet one at that.
'Funny. I love the type of men who would flirt with any little thing!!' she sighed to herself. She had only two men before Angel and her became an item. The one right before Angel was some a sweet young French boy who loved with his heart until someone else got him and he broke it off with Terra and married the other girl.
With that blow, Terra didn't want to have anything to do with the opposite sex until she met Angel. There was also the one before the French guy, and he was an Egyptian.
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"……….Katashi. Guardian to Lady Jeneisha and protector of the Egyptian Lord." He told her. His face never flickering with emotion. Jean stared at him, watching his movements, her hand resting upon her lips in hesitant explanation. He was a guardian to some weird lady and the pharoh? But in Egypt pharoh was no longer the ruler of anything.
Jean's two-toned top twirled as she thought ferverently. Maybe he was being sarcastic and lying to her. He seemed to stare at her with the same intensity her own green eyes looked with. Katashi did not see a sign of her recognition except for the first time she had laid her eyes in his own.
Jeneisha did not remember him at all. He sighed, silently seeming as if it were a breath. His dearest treasure could not remember its horder. She didn't have the same exact hair color, and her face was slightly paler than it had been and her body seemed to be of a smaller frame, but it was she.
"Lady Jeneisha?" He asked in their mute silence. Jean, who by now had her head bowed in thought, snapped upwards at his soft rich voice. Her face contorted in slight surprise as if she didn't believe a statue could speak to her. He knew it was Lady Jeneisha because of her eyes. Those were the very same exotic eyes that flashed with brightness and screamed for him to protect her.
He watched her eyes, dilating and expanding to take in his own violet ones. His hand brushed against her face and rubbed the cold pale skin underneath with a small smile on his face. Her head fell into his cupped palm and her voice seemed to purr in content. Her eyes closing, fluttering, begging for his lips to kiss away any tears.
"The name is Jean O'Mally." She told him in her hardly speaking voice. "I am Jean. Can I call you Tashi?" She asked with her wide green emerald crystal eyes. Katashi had never met another female this forthcoming except for maybe, Lady Jeneisha.
"Jean, Tashi to you only my ladyship." He whispered to her. She nodded with a smile that seemed to be more of a smirk. Her face bowed as she heard knocking from her door. Walking away from the Spirit, she opened the door to see Malik there. His face was hidden behind a clump of platuimn hair, his purple eyes closed behind deep and dark lashes. The spirit behind her disappeared into the bracelet once again.
"M….M-Malik?" She asked through a repeated silence. His face was still covered, his mouth moved not saying anything. Jean sighed mentally and reached out to shut the door on him, but a strong grip moved across the distance and grabbed her waist. "MALIK?!?!?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!" She screamed at him beneath his hand, muffled but still heard by him.
"I………..I was worried." He told her, his arms embracing her frail form, fingering her neck with one hand. His eyes were dark as he opened them to her green ones. "Why weren't you there?" He asked her, his voice seeming to be of fake confidence. With one look at him, Jean felt sorry and didn't speak.
"……..I don't know." She told him. He nodded accepting it for a half-truth. Why would the Egyptian boy be interested in her wherabouts? She wondered this while his actions elicited a blush from her pale face turning it to a blood crimson. She looked to be painted with blush. He didn't say anything to her for a few minutes.
"…………….Sure." He pulled away from her and turned down to go to his room. Jean sighed and shook her head ruefully. She was so horrible at expressing her feelings!!! Frowning, she reentered the room and looked towards the space where Katashi was.
"Katashi?" Her voice whispered so as to not wake up her roommate. Her bracelet glowed and he came to be standing in front of her again. He was seething silently as he had been invisible to them both but had watched the exchange down to the exact syllables.
"Yes, Lady Jean?" He asked her. His tone was serious and put in with his jealousy quite well. Jean felt as if someone had slid ice down her back from the slight coldness she felt from his eyes instead of the warm sunshine from a few minutes before. Shrugging it off, the emotionally-handicapped teen yawned and wondered what she was going to ask him.
"Uh…….nevermind. I'm going to bed. 'Night." She murmured, dressing down to her black t-shirt with a chestnut on it and the band name of 'Kuri'. Her shirt covered her body to the knees and her black comforter covered the rest of her. Waving a goodnight to the man in her room, she turned over and closed her eyes to sleep.
"…….But Milady, where do I sleep?" He asked with a small voice as he stared at the other bed where he could see a lump underneath the green comforter. He sighed and looked around the messy room now in a predicament. She had to will him back inside his item. " What am I going to do, to do as I am?" He whispered to himself meekly.
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Touring into another bedroom, Yugi waited for his yami to be asleep before he crawled in as usual with him. Bakura as he found out didn't mind, but just didn't want either getting rough while he was there to say the least. Yami didn't even know about this but he didn't need to.
Smiling as he saw and felt the usual signs of his yami's sleeping, he crawled beside him and looked at the man beside him. Yami was really really different and nice but sometimes a little less tactful than what should be provided. Yugi sighed to himself, feeling his eyelids flow gently down.
He was only slightly happy but the feeling of bursting out in the open to Yami about his feelings did scare him. How would the older spirit react? Especially when his light thought this about him.
Shaking his calm lockes, Yugi fell asleep to dream of a hazy promised land.
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Jou growled at Seto, happily as ever clickling away on the keyboard like a certain authoress does at night. A cup of coffee in one hand as the other was typing like crazy. The blonde boy could not sleep at all. His eyes were ready to bulge out of his head from the annoying click-click sound.
He had done almost everything to shut it out. Put a pillow over his head, no result. Put in earplugs, no result. Act like he was gay and interested in Seto, would never try, thus no result. Dressing like Pegasus, definitely would get him killed, no result. Putting q-tips in his already put in earplugs, up his nose, and gouged his eyes out with them, still no result.
Getting up, wiping the remaining q-tips from his in/out areas on his face, he glared at Seto and then looked over his shoulder. Seto was chatting away with a girl with the screen name of phnix17. His own screen name was SeahrsbluIs. He stared at them both. Curiousity getting the better of him.
"Who's PH-NIX 17, Kaiba?" Jou asked the CEO who turned pale and looked around to Jouhouchi Katsuya as if he was not insane. Kaiba didn't answer for a few minutes and continued to stare hard at the dense boy. Didn't he get it?
"What?" 'Apparently not.' Seto decided to himself. "Well, who is she, moneybags?" Kaiba reminded himself time and time again to not say who it really was, but it slipped like usual and bluntly at that.
"Shizuka." Kaiba replied bluntly and then felt a rather hard push down. His coffee thus spilling into his computer. ( SK: (((O_O)))) JOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!) The substance seeped into the hardrive and sets of sparks jumped up.
"Oh, no!!!" Jou, finally comprehending what happened, told the two as the sparks started. "We're gonna die!!!" He whispered to himself for the most part as Seto calmly, well as calm as Kaiba can be known to be, picked Jou from the back of him and got a fire extingusher from the underneath of the bed.
"Dog, I hate you."
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The candles were losing their cadescent light, shadows playing gently against the walls of her midnight room. Tears stained her cheeks as she knew that it was well past midnight. He had not come. The word repeated in her head. He did not care for her and he had not come. Her heart twisted itself, bleeding unto her.
She was in sorrow. This had meant a lot to her and he didn't even come. Feeling the rise of another sob, she wondered why he had even wanted to be married to her in the first place. Her eyes were sore and even her body felt tired, it was worse than when she had Chisato, or maybe not. Then she was ready to murder herself if that was what it took to get the kid out.
She remembered how much Chisato looked so much like her father. The girl had his hair and his eyes. His eyes were sprinkled with her own silver ones. With a small smile, she began thinking of her first love. His eyes were beautiful but it was his other that had given her Chisato, against her will but she had accepted this later on during their time.
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A shy senior watched her class behind a pair of slim spectacles and long wavy maroon hair that was braided in the back. Her name was Tala Smith and she was the shy, sweet, nerdy girl, the one who got ridiculed by everyone even her friends. They had a new exchange student and he was really really anti-social as far as she could tell.
He didn't take notice of the girls fawning over him at all and seemed to be in his own world. The preppy girls smiled wide against Tala's better judgement as she walked out of class like usual to her fourth period. The new boy, Malik Ishtar, following her, grumbled to any of the women who dared to look at him, his lavender eyes showing his aggression towards their idea of a hot man waiting to be bagged. So far the teenager in front of him was the only one who had done anything to him, so much as not even look at him.
He kept following her until she sharply turned around to him. Her silver eyes flashed with slight anger as her face seemed to match her braided hair. Her glasses, slim and a dark copper framer, were sliding down her nose.
"What do you want!? Why are you following me around?!!?!" She exclaimed at him, getting guaranteed looks from everyone nearby. No one ever heard Tala yell at someone nor admonish them. That and she was yelling at the new hot exchange student. All the girls were giving her dirty looks. Who did that shy girl think she was yelling at the hot new guy?
Malik smiled to her, sheepishly. His eyes closing as he sighed. "I was watching your cute little ass. What do you think I was fucking doing?" He told her, his sheepish smile not leaving his face as he watched her blush in embarressment and anger. "That and we have the same class together."
"…….." She growled. HOW DARE HE!!! Was all that ran through her mind. She held on smartly to her bag as she felt her face grow even hotter. For one, she knew she didn't have a cute butt, hell no guy would even look her way, and two, he could take a different fucking route to class. "Go a different route then!!" She yelled at him.
"If I fucking did so, I'd fucking get lost!!" he told her forcefully, his eyes narrowing with every word. Marik was loving this. She was a woman who did not care to show her anger nor her resentment. All the more lovelier for himself. She felt the boiling tip of a hot poker poking into her stomach, fevered anger rising against her stomach, twisting as she spat the next words out, loud enough for all of New York City to hear.
"THEN FUCKING GET A STUPID SHIT-FUCKING MAP, YOU PERVERTED FUCKING ASSWIPE!!" Everyone who hadn't been paying attention were surely doing it now. With eyes as big as saucers they watched timid, quiet, and picked on Tala yell at a hot guy and not even take the time to check him out. He smiled grandly.
"You know, I fucking would but a map isn't as cute as you." He mentioned as he leaned dangerously forward and felt Marik take over. His blonde hair was now spiked all over as he was face to face with the outrageously angry woman. Placing one finger on her glasses, he slid them up her nose and smiled. "You look sexy when you're angry, woman." He backed off and then looked around at all the people. All the girls were giving the girl an angry look that told Marik that she was definitely going to get her ass kicked by them.
Now, when it came to a chosen mate he was possessive and angry if anyone but him laid a hand on her. This time was no different and furthermore, he seemed to like this one, and if she didn't want him, fine, he'd get her still with or without her permission. Decidingly, he was going to walk her home and then maybe get the chance to have her. With a smirk, he smiled at her and laughed.
"Aren't we going to class?" With another laugh, he let Malik take over and started walking off. Tala soon followed, her face completely bright red as she admonished the new kid, scolding him and telling him if he ever did it again. Malik just laughed and let her lead the way to their next and the other classes as well. It turned out she was in all his classes and she hated it.
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The woman sobbing in her room, felt a pair of arms, strong tan ones at that, wrap around her waist and hold her. She had been thinking of him and he had come to her? She blinked some of the tears as she looked to the man who captured her. His dark purple eyes were empathetic and dark as he let his hand grace across her features and fall upon her fresh lips.
He let his tongue wet as it was, taste her tears and lick them away. She was wide-eyed at this and blinked. He had done that to her only after she had lost her innocence to him and was crying because of it. It was the same gesture that had told her to be strong for herself, fuck, even his tongue felt the same, and to him her tears tasted the same, salty yet fresh with jasmine almost.
"Y-You." She barely got that out as she felt his mouth press upon hers. Silencing the sad-stricken woman was his first priotory, second was learning more of 'his' little Annuk. Whence his lips left hers, he braced for her lecture. "MARIK!! I HATE YOU!!!" She yelled at him, roughly pulling him into another kiss.
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Bakura faintly heard the yell but shrugged it off as he went downstairs to fix himself a sandwich or something. Tomorrow night they had karoke to do and it was the night when he would ask Anzu out again, maybe. He wasn't sure if she would totally reject him or accept. With a sigh of admission, he saw the query of his questioning. She was sitting in the middle of the couch playing solitaire by herself, probably bored.
"What are you doing out here, Anzu?" He whispered to her ears. She blinked and looked over to him. Her eyes opening wide in surprise. She did not know he was there. How long did he know she was moping about? With a shrug, she went back to playing her game. Bakura glanced over her shoulder, and whispered in her ear almost seductively sending shivers down her back and warmth into her face. "What's wrong, girl?"
"N-Nothing!!" She growled, half-way enjoying that he was near her, but then again angry that he was. She didn't want to talk to him now, especially with their duet of karoke tomorrow as was planned by Terra and the almost kiss was enough to send shivers down her back when she thought of it. How close they had been but that ignorant waitress had come in and spoiled their moment. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the cards.
She really wasn't paying attention, until she felt a hand grab the card as well. With a look towards who it was, her mouth just fell open. His confidence seemed to shrink but he would not ever allow her to see that. With a softened smirk, he placed the card in front of her eyes daring her to come after him, reminding her of his challenge. Her brown eyes deepened and she felt her morale improve. She was going to enjoy beating him at his own game.
She reached to snap the card out of his hands and was met with air. He was dancing away with the card as she saw it. Bakura was taunting her, raising the card away from him like a bull-fighter from Spain. Anzu growled. She did not like it when someone put her down and taunted her the way he was.
He smiled widely. He was getting her out of her mood fast. The brown-haired girl ran towards him, chuckling as she reached over him to get the card. He put the card out of her reach again and then ran upstairs.
"Aren't you coming, slowpoke?" He growled to her affectionately though she hadn't noticed at all. Her feet were nimble and quick as she followed with 'Heys' and 'give that back' s.
Soon enough, she had grabbed the card and both were in a tug-o-war match. Her anger flashing through her brown eyes as they both knew that Bakura was just playing around with her in strength but not in heart. She was silently laughing and her smile brightened up.
Shyly grinning much like that of a certain white-haired aibou of his, he used some more of his strength and pulled her into his arms on the stairwell. With a laugh, she fell in them and as soon as she hit the soft flesh of his chest, she felt the drowsiness hit her and let her sleep in his arms that wrapped over her in her tired wake.
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Okay………That was a rather long chapter for me!!! Yeah!!! I SO DON'T ROCK!!!! Umm….Lessee…..Well, the thing between Marik/Malik and Tala was just the first meeting. I can't wait to start with the others relationships. Maybe I should put in more time with the Yugi/Yami bit? I'm not sure. Question:
WHICH COUPLING DO YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF?!?!?!?!?
Please review the answers to me. I want this to last till like they end their first year of college or something. I know what to focus on and stuff but I want this to be more than like five chapters. I really really like long and funny stuffs. I'm trying to quit the drama and do more humor. I am almost finished with the next chapter of Malik Horror. Umm…..What else? Everything is just being started on and I'm finishing up on Dancer of the dead.
Umm……I'm being a lazy lazy person and not updating to boot. FF.Net just seems to suck big severeness. Sorry my crudeness does only stop when it comes to something that I like. Bakura/Anzuness happens to be one of the things. I have also been complete Suikoden 3 with Hugo as my Flame Champion and I want to murder Chris. Stuck up little kanigit. (Knight) I don't like her that much. I like Lucia, Hugo's mom. She's just really really cool!!! I also like Landis!! I want a plushie of him!!!! He's so cute!!!! ^^;;; But I like men with wings, blindfold, and of course a scythe!!!!!! I like them DANGEROUS BABY!!!!
Wow, really long author's note this time. What else should I do? Hmm……draw that pic for Kaz, murder all gerbils and bicker with Loki till its three in the morning and then sneak over to her house and pound her with ravaging monkeys without brains mainly men!!! Lol, yes I love the male species. Yes, yes…..MWHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!!!!
Bakura: Shut up wench.
……NO!!!
Marik: I wonder what will happen to Landis when we all find him.
………DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!!
Bakura: I wonder what valuables he has.
…..plllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaseeeee!!!
Malik: I wannnnnnaaaa kill someoneeeeee!!!!!
……..Landis likes killing people as well. He's morbid and he's hot and please don't kill him!!!
All:………Okay, we will!!!!! ^_^
…….I love you all too much not to hate you all. Damn you!!
PLEASE READ'N'REVIEW!!! THIS WAS FOR KAZ!!! WE ARE ALL WI-**WHAP**
Loki-chan: Whatever. This chapter is dedicated to dear Kaz once more. Hope everyone likes it.