Within the World
A/N: This is my second Yu-gi-oh fic and the bad part is I don't have all the information on the millennium items and the rest of the series besides when they are at Dueler's isle when Seto is fighting for the right to be first. Umm.but after reading a ton, and I mean almost every single Tea and whatever fic, I think I can piece stuff together. ^^;;;;
Reviewers:
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What happened last time: I completely forgot. -_-;;;
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Chapter 8: Beginning of Temptation
It was weird for Anzu. Waking up in someone's strongly defined arms as if you belonged there, when it was just a coincidence. Hopefully it was. Looking at the face that held her so comfortably, however, she wished it were not so. His strong and fierce features seemed to soften in his sleep.
Behind his hard-scarred eyes, Anzu could not help but wonder if those dark brown orbs were darkening or brightening with hidden dreams that only he could have for himself only. Her oculars darkened into a gentle amber brown, almost the color of his own but slightly brighter, more innocent like his hikari's. His lips were not as thin as she could remember for now it smiled on his face. Blooming into a different light as she watched patiently like a mother.
She wondered as her eyes roamed his face, pacing over it madly, flies searching through compact eyes, if maybe he did like her as much as she did him. Hell, the girl knew that she really did like him and everything. He was nicer than Marik and Malik were around her and potentially from what he was like, he had calmed down to just being slightly displeasing in other's eyes but not her's.
It was simple the reason she did like him really. He could be sweet and nice but at the same time rough and displeasing. A weird combo if one asked her, but it was this uniqueness on everything especially her that she liked very well about him. Those same brown orbs of hers closed and opened as she heard a noise. The noise was that of Chisato waking up to go to school.
Sitting up from her position on him and the stairs, she lifted one frail hand. It rose to meet his eyebrows, then eased the tips underneath his silky and silvery hair. The hand, slim and feminine slipped a few of his bangs to the side of his forehead, and paused there. She reached her face over, not sure of what she was doing, but she was doing it.
She could feel his breath on her neck, the hot and moist feeling of warmth, a scent that smelled somewhat of strawberry ice cream, his favorite, and sweet eucalyptus. Her eyes fluttered close as she placed her lips shyly on his forehead, the place of where the bangs that she had swiftly swiped away to the side had been.
His flesh spread lightning through her lips, fast and furious as if she had done something so great and yet so wrong at the same time. The storm rose through her body and eventually warmed her pinkish fleshy cheeks to the point of blushing.
Her hand hadn't touched his skin but his beautiful and massively long bangs instead. This touch between her lips were the only things she was thinking of for five seconds more, wishing when she almost immediately withdrew from the swarm of energy, that he had given her a real kiss and not her to his forehead.
Upon standing up, she heard Chisato singing in Japanese in the bathtub, getting ready for her day of school. As soon as that thought went by Anzu, she tried to run downstairs to get some breakfast for herself ready, but instead tripped over Bakura's leg, and fell cursing down the stairs.
"#@%^@%#!%!#$ #@$^!%!$^!%&& $#^!$^!$!% STAIRS!!!! !$*#(!#%&(!$&^!$(%&@( Bloody!! ~@#$*!#(@%& FU-~#$#@%$&#%!$% RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Bakura had awoken a few minutes before the princess in his arms would. His heart clenched tightly in pain as he watched her form breath and exhale easily in her heavy sleep, pained that he would not get to hold her ever like this again. His thoughts contradicted themselves repeatedly as he had watched her wake up, immediately he had faked his sleep, a serene smile of false truth. He could hear her thoughts almost as he sensed her movements. Her fingertips brushed his skin barely, leaving a small jolt of energy in him.
As she had grown bolder, she had placed her delicate and full lips upon his forehead, this time he had to make sure that he was not blushing and that his lower regions were not in ecstasy as they were. She obviously didn't feel it at all as she moved away. He wished she would stay there in his arms forever. Her frame not delicate but strong and beautiful at that within his casement.
He wanted her being beside him still, having her warm sweet breath upon his face. He wanted to breathe her in and keep her scent within him forever. He wanted to capture those tender and strawberry lips with his own, fighting for domin-oops, he thought too much. He was outright blushing, caught in a huge fantasy of the two.
"#@%^@%#!%!#$ #@$^!%!$^!%&& $#^!$^!$!% STAIRS!!!! !$*#(!#%&(!$&^!$(%&@( Bloody!! ~@#$*!#(@%& FU-~#$#@%$&#%!$% RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
He was instantly snapped out of his deep fantasy and at the most wonderful moment. He tweaked one eye open slightly as he saw her rolling down the stairs. With her growling and cursing like him and Malik and Marik, he couldn't help but hide a smirk and think, 'That's my woman.'
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It was noon and Marik was bored. His little Annuk had gone to that **school** of hers and he didn't like it that much. It left him with Angel visiting and his 'woman' to her job. He didn't like the other blonde, claiming his woman when she was rightfully his even if he did kind of force her. He watched the other light-haired being in the house go through the food that was made for him and Terra.
Marik snorted at this man. He wanted this boy deader than a doornail. His lavender eyes were mere slits, watching this man within the kitchen that he was eating some strawberry ice cream in. Angel didn't even seem to mind the feel of the death glare sent at his direction, in fact the younger of the two ignored it.
Angel bent down in the fridge, picking out some San Antonio sirlion that Terra had cooked up a night or so ago for everyone. Marik could just picture the sennen rod peircing his skin, slitting his throat slowly and then screaming with bloodcurdling screams that would turn into mumbles as his blood would block his voice, the blood flowing down the rod as he would smile in the torture and murder. Reveling into his deep fantasy of killing the blonde college graduate, Marik hadn't heard Angel ask him a question.
"Ishtal-san, Where Jean-chan?" The graduate had asked the Egyptian in Japanese not knowing if the boy could understand English. His own Japanese was choppy and would be a laugh amongst the Japanese.
"I fucking speak English, you fuckin' imbecile. The fuckin' goth bitch is wherever she fuckin' chooses to be. I'm not her stupid fuckin' dayplanner, idiot." Marik growled to the boy. Angel looked up in thought and smiled cheerfully. Marik could swear that Yugi would have competition for that annoyingly sweet and innocent smile of his.
"Well, thank you very much." Angel nodded to himself, eating a piece of steak. The boy's eyes darkened in thought as he seemed to glare slightly at the yami eating strawberry ice cream. Before Marik could question this, Angel had turned back to his food without a second glance. The Egyptian shrugged, not caring anymore, just slightly happy that he had his woman back.
Well, if you could call that sadistic smile with ice cream on his lip a smile...
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'Time to eat!!' Sarah exclaimed to herself excitedly. She wanted to put on those earrings from Egypt but she knew that she should have Ryou see them first. Sighing, she looked to her bento. The chicken and vegetables screaming eat me, literally.
Raising up some chopsticks, she began eating thinking of the earrings in her room. Knowing that somehow she'd need to see what they were from, she kept her mind occupied on other things than the idea of surprising Ryou with them at the Habit that night when Anzu and Bakura were to sing up on stage doing karoke.
But what did she have to think about? It was a Friday and she only had a speech essay due that Sunday that she could easily do in ten to twenty minutes. Glancing over to Ryou, she saw him clumsily try to eat with chopsticks. She sighed in content and small laughter, a smile she pocketed as the confused boy looked towards her.
"I thought for living in Japan you would've learn how to handle chopsticks, Ryou." With a small blush on his cheeks and a frown, Sarah placed her hands on his and directed his fingers on to holding chopsticks, then picking some chicken up, and she placed it in Ryou's mouth with his and her fingers around the others.
"Well, thank you Sarah." He told her after he had chewed and she took her fingers from his with a smile on her face along with a blush on her cheeks. Shaking her long lavender hair, most of it gathered onto her arms with her long-sleeved t-shirt. She needed to do something about that.
"Err....Ryou?" She began asking him for his opinion, after all, she wanted to know.
"Hmmm..?" He replied with some chicken sticking out of his mouth.
"Do you think I should cut my hair?" He stared at her for a moment, ate the rest of the chicken. She waited for him to say something as he stared at her long lavender hair.
"Not really. I like your hair anyway you put it. But if you must cut it, send me some of your cut hair, okay?" He was joking as he laughed with her. Sarah smiled blushing, and laughed also, shaking her head as she looked towards the cafeteria exit. She would surprise him tonight then.
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Chisato hurried off the bus, bullies had kicked her arms and legs,and thrown stones at her back. She hurt all over, her lavender-silver eyes shone with tears unshed as the bullies had continued. She just hoped today she wouldn't have to be chased around by Marik, and hopefully Angel would stay away.
Entering in the house, she saw most of its occupants were gone. Her long-sleeved shirt covered all of her bruises as she entered into the kitchen to see Marik eating ice cream without her, especially her favorite, strawberry ice cream!!! With a glare that could rival Bakura's, Seto's, and Marik's together, she walked on over to Marik.
Angel was behind him in the tiled kitchen, eating a steak from at least three days before. She sighed and shook her head. Why couldn't her prayers ever be answered? She didn't like Angel as much as she liked Marik. Marik was more fun to be around than playful Angel, who was almost always strict with her and never really that nice.
"Annuk!!" Marik smiled, a genuine smile that was a first of many to ever be seen on his face. Chisato blinked at him. He placed down the spoon and the carton, turning to her. "How was school, my Annuk?" She tilted her head and looked towards the amazed Tenshi.
"I didn't have a good day today." She muttered looking away from him, when Marik caught the sight of bruise on her back where her collar had shown, hidden mostly by strawberry blonde hair. Marik's eyes focused as he looked towards her eyes. His shelter was going to cry but she was being strong for her mother in front of Angel.
"C'mon, I have a present for you in my room." He winked slightly happy, and ushered her out of the room, taking the carton of strawberry ice cream, two spoons and a napkin for Annuk. It had long been a first for him to ever feel like this with anyone, often his anger came in the way and as soon as they entered his room and he closed the door, did he ask. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Chisato told him, watching his eyes narrow as he got slightly angrier. This was his Annuk and no one should even try to hurt her. Her strtawberry blonde hair swished on her shoulders, her bangs covering her slitted dark purple-silver speckled oculars. Her hand contorted into a fist. "Nothing happened."
"Who hurt you?" His voice was lower than anytime she had heard it, causing her to look up and gasp as his anger was showing easily. In his dark narrow eyes, he held concern and sincerity within them. Chisato bit her lip, tears beginning to escape her hold. Her nose sniffed and she ran straight into Marik's open arms surprising him greatly. He had never comforted anyone but Tala before.
He wondered as he felt her tears seep through his dark maroon shirt, if maybe Tala wouldn't mind him sticking around for the rest of his life for Annuk. He didn't even understand why her called Chisato, Annuk. Maybe it was just because he was Egyptian and was more used to that name than Chisato. After all, Annuksunamun was her middle name and she obviously could care less.
"Why do you care?" She whispered to him, between sobs, her face had grown red and blotchy, her nose sniffling every so often as she let out all her pent up anger through her tears. The hot Egyptian man could not answer her with what Tala told him last night. Annuk was his and his alone, as if he couldn't tell by her eyes and glares. Those could make a cold-hearted killer ask for mercy.
"Your mother would worry." He told her, his raspy voice pausing for effect. Annuk sighed and soon began eating some strawberry ice cream. Her heart dismal and her face drooped as she ate the wonderful icy substance.
"Do you like mama? Y'know like Angel likes her?" She looked towards him for an answer in which Marik looked surprised. Him and Tala? He had thought about it for the past few years after Battle City and therapy and the trip back to Egypt with that bitch Isis. How he disliked therapy, it just didn't help that he went to his own and family therapy for him and Malik. That was horrible as far as he could remember.
"I like your mother as any other would." He told her with a brief smirk then stuck his toungue out at her playfully. She grinned and then began laughing like the little kid she was, half-way snorting ice cream out her nose.
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"Let's see..Black halter with ankh choker and black mini-skirt or blue cropped shirt, black flames mini skirt, and sun, faerie, and star necklace?" Anzu asked herself, standing in front of her mirror. Her room was like a light garden with blotches of glaze over the light green creating a lighting and shadowing effect wherever in the room you went.
She was in front of the closet posing with the clothes pressed upon her body. Her face was quirked into a quick frown at the first one and she decided to try to stand out in the club that night. Outside the window, the fall colors sparkled brightly in the setting sun. It was nearing nine thirty if she remembered looking at the clock from a few minutes ago.
"Well, if only anyone knew of you talking to yourself, Anzu." The young brunnette scolded herself, then let out a light laugh. She just hoped she didn't screw up in the karoke duet, especially with Bakura's eyes on her. Well, rather with her. "What would he think of you, Princess, if you didn't dress your hair properly.
Lest to say, her hair was wound up into a long ponytail at the top of her head, and as quick as a rabbit, her hands twisted and turned creating many long and thick braids, tied with mini-rubberbands, then a huge one to tie them all together.
She got dressed into her picked regalia, adding on touches of her punk rock theme, hands with spider-web like open fingered gloves, and morbid threads on her legs, along with her favorite boots, ones that could rival the number of buckles from Yami's shirt.
"There you go, girl. You can knock them dead with some smooth moves you've got." Anzu laughed childishly as she couldn't help but pose in front of the cam-er...um..mirror. With a dazzling smile, Anzu walked to her dresser with her jewelry chest on top. Opening it, she picked her crescent moon danglys and a wire like choker with a sun, star and faerie on it.
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A young adult walked out of the styling salon, holding in a bag, a mass amount of lavender hair. Her fingers kept rubbing what cropped her she had, her hair was slightly more wild and crazy looking than the sterotype that she was.
Her garb was that of a lavender halter, black capris, and black boots with a lavender strip down their side. Sarah Irene smiled brightly at her look for the club, but hurried through the streets of Raleigh to the boarding house. She could feel the pull of the earrings calling her, or rather at least one.
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In the room he shared with the Pharoh, he didn't know what to wear. Maybe he should choose some piece out of his leather and jean collection. Looking over to the pharoh for a second, Bakura was only glad that he did not have that much leather and pleather clothing. At least he didn't look 90% fruity all the time like Mr. Marijuana leaf. Bakura chuckled at that thought. Getting out a notepad, he wrote it down, in case he ever forgot.
The only good thing about living in the same room as the pharoh? Yami and him did not talk to each other unless it was necessary and by necessary, if the room was on fire, or one of them were a mass mur-wait, Bakura was. Well, oops. He wondered as he chose a pair of dark pleather pants, a silk almost see through dark shirt, if he was really worthy of Anzu. Maybe he wasn't, and that thought scared him, but hadn't she kissed him just that morning?
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The stage was set, the people were there, now where were Anzu and BAKURA?!?!?!? Terra literally was waiting for those renters to come into the club and start their song. Though in the pit of her stomach she felt as if something horrible was going to happen to everyone, including herself, and Chisato. Terra's protective side was coming out of her again. She did not want Chisato to ever be in danger while she lived but sometimes it could not be helped.
Standing next to the stage exits, she waited patiently. Annuk was here with Marik, dancing with him, laughing as he tried to imitate her wonderful choregraphy. It was hiliarious when a seven/eight year old could do better dancing moves than that of a twenty seven year old man. Shaking her dark maroon lockes, she listened to the band on stage.
Their music was something to love. The beats were awesome and the bass was over excellent, their music and lyrics were in good taste, a general favorite of her club. She just hoped that everything would be okay against the pit in her stomach. Looking behind her she saw a strange light, what was it? Walking over to it, she couldn't see who it was at all!!!!
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Okay that is it for this chapter. I haven't found a good upbeat song for the duet. Major things are going to happen so please don't miss the next few chapters. I need to ask if you think I should go with an sad or happy ending? Well, getting an answer for more Anzu/Bakura, I'm trying to keep them the main people, but my plot will have at least two or three of the ocs as major charecters too.
Gah, must try not to have them as huge mary-sues, especially Jean and Sarah. I'm pretty sure they are going to be major Mary-sues soon and I may want to kill them for it, oh, well.
I just got back from school today and I need people who are going to review to just add what they think of me and/or my writing type. I need this for a speech test. We have to make a college and put on one side what people think of us and the other what we think of ourselves. --;;; I don't like speech class, it scary!!!
Anyways, PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!
A/N: This is my second Yu-gi-oh fic and the bad part is I don't have all the information on the millennium items and the rest of the series besides when they are at Dueler's isle when Seto is fighting for the right to be first. Umm.but after reading a ton, and I mean almost every single Tea and whatever fic, I think I can piece stuff together. ^^;;;;
Reviewers:
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What happened last time: I completely forgot. -_-;;;
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Chapter 8: Beginning of Temptation
It was weird for Anzu. Waking up in someone's strongly defined arms as if you belonged there, when it was just a coincidence. Hopefully it was. Looking at the face that held her so comfortably, however, she wished it were not so. His strong and fierce features seemed to soften in his sleep.
Behind his hard-scarred eyes, Anzu could not help but wonder if those dark brown orbs were darkening or brightening with hidden dreams that only he could have for himself only. Her oculars darkened into a gentle amber brown, almost the color of his own but slightly brighter, more innocent like his hikari's. His lips were not as thin as she could remember for now it smiled on his face. Blooming into a different light as she watched patiently like a mother.
She wondered as her eyes roamed his face, pacing over it madly, flies searching through compact eyes, if maybe he did like her as much as she did him. Hell, the girl knew that she really did like him and everything. He was nicer than Marik and Malik were around her and potentially from what he was like, he had calmed down to just being slightly displeasing in other's eyes but not her's.
It was simple the reason she did like him really. He could be sweet and nice but at the same time rough and displeasing. A weird combo if one asked her, but it was this uniqueness on everything especially her that she liked very well about him. Those same brown orbs of hers closed and opened as she heard a noise. The noise was that of Chisato waking up to go to school.
Sitting up from her position on him and the stairs, she lifted one frail hand. It rose to meet his eyebrows, then eased the tips underneath his silky and silvery hair. The hand, slim and feminine slipped a few of his bangs to the side of his forehead, and paused there. She reached her face over, not sure of what she was doing, but she was doing it.
She could feel his breath on her neck, the hot and moist feeling of warmth, a scent that smelled somewhat of strawberry ice cream, his favorite, and sweet eucalyptus. Her eyes fluttered close as she placed her lips shyly on his forehead, the place of where the bangs that she had swiftly swiped away to the side had been.
His flesh spread lightning through her lips, fast and furious as if she had done something so great and yet so wrong at the same time. The storm rose through her body and eventually warmed her pinkish fleshy cheeks to the point of blushing.
Her hand hadn't touched his skin but his beautiful and massively long bangs instead. This touch between her lips were the only things she was thinking of for five seconds more, wishing when she almost immediately withdrew from the swarm of energy, that he had given her a real kiss and not her to his forehead.
Upon standing up, she heard Chisato singing in Japanese in the bathtub, getting ready for her day of school. As soon as that thought went by Anzu, she tried to run downstairs to get some breakfast for herself ready, but instead tripped over Bakura's leg, and fell cursing down the stairs.
"#@%^@%#!%!#$ #@$^!%!$^!%&& $#^!$^!$!% STAIRS!!!! !$*#(!#%&(!$&^!$(%&@( Bloody!! ~@#$*!#(@%& FU-~#$#@%$&#%!$% RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
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Bakura had awoken a few minutes before the princess in his arms would. His heart clenched tightly in pain as he watched her form breath and exhale easily in her heavy sleep, pained that he would not get to hold her ever like this again. His thoughts contradicted themselves repeatedly as he had watched her wake up, immediately he had faked his sleep, a serene smile of false truth. He could hear her thoughts almost as he sensed her movements. Her fingertips brushed his skin barely, leaving a small jolt of energy in him.
As she had grown bolder, she had placed her delicate and full lips upon his forehead, this time he had to make sure that he was not blushing and that his lower regions were not in ecstasy as they were. She obviously didn't feel it at all as she moved away. He wished she would stay there in his arms forever. Her frame not delicate but strong and beautiful at that within his casement.
He wanted her being beside him still, having her warm sweet breath upon his face. He wanted to breathe her in and keep her scent within him forever. He wanted to capture those tender and strawberry lips with his own, fighting for domin-oops, he thought too much. He was outright blushing, caught in a huge fantasy of the two.
"#@%^@%#!%!#$ #@$^!%!$^!%&& $#^!$^!$!% STAIRS!!!! !$*#(!#%&(!$&^!$(%&@( Bloody!! ~@#$*!#(@%& FU-~#$#@%$&#%!$% RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
He was instantly snapped out of his deep fantasy and at the most wonderful moment. He tweaked one eye open slightly as he saw her rolling down the stairs. With her growling and cursing like him and Malik and Marik, he couldn't help but hide a smirk and think, 'That's my woman.'
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It was noon and Marik was bored. His little Annuk had gone to that **school** of hers and he didn't like it that much. It left him with Angel visiting and his 'woman' to her job. He didn't like the other blonde, claiming his woman when she was rightfully his even if he did kind of force her. He watched the other light-haired being in the house go through the food that was made for him and Terra.
Marik snorted at this man. He wanted this boy deader than a doornail. His lavender eyes were mere slits, watching this man within the kitchen that he was eating some strawberry ice cream in. Angel didn't even seem to mind the feel of the death glare sent at his direction, in fact the younger of the two ignored it.
Angel bent down in the fridge, picking out some San Antonio sirlion that Terra had cooked up a night or so ago for everyone. Marik could just picture the sennen rod peircing his skin, slitting his throat slowly and then screaming with bloodcurdling screams that would turn into mumbles as his blood would block his voice, the blood flowing down the rod as he would smile in the torture and murder. Reveling into his deep fantasy of killing the blonde college graduate, Marik hadn't heard Angel ask him a question.
"Ishtal-san, Where Jean-chan?" The graduate had asked the Egyptian in Japanese not knowing if the boy could understand English. His own Japanese was choppy and would be a laugh amongst the Japanese.
"I fucking speak English, you fuckin' imbecile. The fuckin' goth bitch is wherever she fuckin' chooses to be. I'm not her stupid fuckin' dayplanner, idiot." Marik growled to the boy. Angel looked up in thought and smiled cheerfully. Marik could swear that Yugi would have competition for that annoyingly sweet and innocent smile of his.
"Well, thank you very much." Angel nodded to himself, eating a piece of steak. The boy's eyes darkened in thought as he seemed to glare slightly at the yami eating strawberry ice cream. Before Marik could question this, Angel had turned back to his food without a second glance. The Egyptian shrugged, not caring anymore, just slightly happy that he had his woman back.
Well, if you could call that sadistic smile with ice cream on his lip a smile...
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'Time to eat!!' Sarah exclaimed to herself excitedly. She wanted to put on those earrings from Egypt but she knew that she should have Ryou see them first. Sighing, she looked to her bento. The chicken and vegetables screaming eat me, literally.
Raising up some chopsticks, she began eating thinking of the earrings in her room. Knowing that somehow she'd need to see what they were from, she kept her mind occupied on other things than the idea of surprising Ryou with them at the Habit that night when Anzu and Bakura were to sing up on stage doing karoke.
But what did she have to think about? It was a Friday and she only had a speech essay due that Sunday that she could easily do in ten to twenty minutes. Glancing over to Ryou, she saw him clumsily try to eat with chopsticks. She sighed in content and small laughter, a smile she pocketed as the confused boy looked towards her.
"I thought for living in Japan you would've learn how to handle chopsticks, Ryou." With a small blush on his cheeks and a frown, Sarah placed her hands on his and directed his fingers on to holding chopsticks, then picking some chicken up, and she placed it in Ryou's mouth with his and her fingers around the others.
"Well, thank you Sarah." He told her after he had chewed and she took her fingers from his with a smile on her face along with a blush on her cheeks. Shaking her long lavender hair, most of it gathered onto her arms with her long-sleeved t-shirt. She needed to do something about that.
"Err....Ryou?" She began asking him for his opinion, after all, she wanted to know.
"Hmmm..?" He replied with some chicken sticking out of his mouth.
"Do you think I should cut my hair?" He stared at her for a moment, ate the rest of the chicken. She waited for him to say something as he stared at her long lavender hair.
"Not really. I like your hair anyway you put it. But if you must cut it, send me some of your cut hair, okay?" He was joking as he laughed with her. Sarah smiled blushing, and laughed also, shaking her head as she looked towards the cafeteria exit. She would surprise him tonight then.
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Chisato hurried off the bus, bullies had kicked her arms and legs,and thrown stones at her back. She hurt all over, her lavender-silver eyes shone with tears unshed as the bullies had continued. She just hoped today she wouldn't have to be chased around by Marik, and hopefully Angel would stay away.
Entering in the house, she saw most of its occupants were gone. Her long-sleeved shirt covered all of her bruises as she entered into the kitchen to see Marik eating ice cream without her, especially her favorite, strawberry ice cream!!! With a glare that could rival Bakura's, Seto's, and Marik's together, she walked on over to Marik.
Angel was behind him in the tiled kitchen, eating a steak from at least three days before. She sighed and shook her head. Why couldn't her prayers ever be answered? She didn't like Angel as much as she liked Marik. Marik was more fun to be around than playful Angel, who was almost always strict with her and never really that nice.
"Annuk!!" Marik smiled, a genuine smile that was a first of many to ever be seen on his face. Chisato blinked at him. He placed down the spoon and the carton, turning to her. "How was school, my Annuk?" She tilted her head and looked towards the amazed Tenshi.
"I didn't have a good day today." She muttered looking away from him, when Marik caught the sight of bruise on her back where her collar had shown, hidden mostly by strawberry blonde hair. Marik's eyes focused as he looked towards her eyes. His shelter was going to cry but she was being strong for her mother in front of Angel.
"C'mon, I have a present for you in my room." He winked slightly happy, and ushered her out of the room, taking the carton of strawberry ice cream, two spoons and a napkin for Annuk. It had long been a first for him to ever feel like this with anyone, often his anger came in the way and as soon as they entered his room and he closed the door, did he ask. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Chisato told him, watching his eyes narrow as he got slightly angrier. This was his Annuk and no one should even try to hurt her. Her strtawberry blonde hair swished on her shoulders, her bangs covering her slitted dark purple-silver speckled oculars. Her hand contorted into a fist. "Nothing happened."
"Who hurt you?" His voice was lower than anytime she had heard it, causing her to look up and gasp as his anger was showing easily. In his dark narrow eyes, he held concern and sincerity within them. Chisato bit her lip, tears beginning to escape her hold. Her nose sniffed and she ran straight into Marik's open arms surprising him greatly. He had never comforted anyone but Tala before.
He wondered as he felt her tears seep through his dark maroon shirt, if maybe Tala wouldn't mind him sticking around for the rest of his life for Annuk. He didn't even understand why her called Chisato, Annuk. Maybe it was just because he was Egyptian and was more used to that name than Chisato. After all, Annuksunamun was her middle name and she obviously could care less.
"Why do you care?" She whispered to him, between sobs, her face had grown red and blotchy, her nose sniffling every so often as she let out all her pent up anger through her tears. The hot Egyptian man could not answer her with what Tala told him last night. Annuk was his and his alone, as if he couldn't tell by her eyes and glares. Those could make a cold-hearted killer ask for mercy.
"Your mother would worry." He told her, his raspy voice pausing for effect. Annuk sighed and soon began eating some strawberry ice cream. Her heart dismal and her face drooped as she ate the wonderful icy substance.
"Do you like mama? Y'know like Angel likes her?" She looked towards him for an answer in which Marik looked surprised. Him and Tala? He had thought about it for the past few years after Battle City and therapy and the trip back to Egypt with that bitch Isis. How he disliked therapy, it just didn't help that he went to his own and family therapy for him and Malik. That was horrible as far as he could remember.
"I like your mother as any other would." He told her with a brief smirk then stuck his toungue out at her playfully. She grinned and then began laughing like the little kid she was, half-way snorting ice cream out her nose.
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"Let's see..Black halter with ankh choker and black mini-skirt or blue cropped shirt, black flames mini skirt, and sun, faerie, and star necklace?" Anzu asked herself, standing in front of her mirror. Her room was like a light garden with blotches of glaze over the light green creating a lighting and shadowing effect wherever in the room you went.
She was in front of the closet posing with the clothes pressed upon her body. Her face was quirked into a quick frown at the first one and she decided to try to stand out in the club that night. Outside the window, the fall colors sparkled brightly in the setting sun. It was nearing nine thirty if she remembered looking at the clock from a few minutes ago.
"Well, if only anyone knew of you talking to yourself, Anzu." The young brunnette scolded herself, then let out a light laugh. She just hoped she didn't screw up in the karoke duet, especially with Bakura's eyes on her. Well, rather with her. "What would he think of you, Princess, if you didn't dress your hair properly.
Lest to say, her hair was wound up into a long ponytail at the top of her head, and as quick as a rabbit, her hands twisted and turned creating many long and thick braids, tied with mini-rubberbands, then a huge one to tie them all together.
She got dressed into her picked regalia, adding on touches of her punk rock theme, hands with spider-web like open fingered gloves, and morbid threads on her legs, along with her favorite boots, ones that could rival the number of buckles from Yami's shirt.
"There you go, girl. You can knock them dead with some smooth moves you've got." Anzu laughed childishly as she couldn't help but pose in front of the cam-er...um..mirror. With a dazzling smile, Anzu walked to her dresser with her jewelry chest on top. Opening it, she picked her crescent moon danglys and a wire like choker with a sun, star and faerie on it.
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A young adult walked out of the styling salon, holding in a bag, a mass amount of lavender hair. Her fingers kept rubbing what cropped her she had, her hair was slightly more wild and crazy looking than the sterotype that she was.
Her garb was that of a lavender halter, black capris, and black boots with a lavender strip down their side. Sarah Irene smiled brightly at her look for the club, but hurried through the streets of Raleigh to the boarding house. She could feel the pull of the earrings calling her, or rather at least one.
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In the room he shared with the Pharoh, he didn't know what to wear. Maybe he should choose some piece out of his leather and jean collection. Looking over to the pharoh for a second, Bakura was only glad that he did not have that much leather and pleather clothing. At least he didn't look 90% fruity all the time like Mr. Marijuana leaf. Bakura chuckled at that thought. Getting out a notepad, he wrote it down, in case he ever forgot.
The only good thing about living in the same room as the pharoh? Yami and him did not talk to each other unless it was necessary and by necessary, if the room was on fire, or one of them were a mass mur-wait, Bakura was. Well, oops. He wondered as he chose a pair of dark pleather pants, a silk almost see through dark shirt, if he was really worthy of Anzu. Maybe he wasn't, and that thought scared him, but hadn't she kissed him just that morning?
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The stage was set, the people were there, now where were Anzu and BAKURA?!?!?!? Terra literally was waiting for those renters to come into the club and start their song. Though in the pit of her stomach she felt as if something horrible was going to happen to everyone, including herself, and Chisato. Terra's protective side was coming out of her again. She did not want Chisato to ever be in danger while she lived but sometimes it could not be helped.
Standing next to the stage exits, she waited patiently. Annuk was here with Marik, dancing with him, laughing as he tried to imitate her wonderful choregraphy. It was hiliarious when a seven/eight year old could do better dancing moves than that of a twenty seven year old man. Shaking her dark maroon lockes, she listened to the band on stage.
Their music was something to love. The beats were awesome and the bass was over excellent, their music and lyrics were in good taste, a general favorite of her club. She just hoped that everything would be okay against the pit in her stomach. Looking behind her she saw a strange light, what was it? Walking over to it, she couldn't see who it was at all!!!!
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Okay that is it for this chapter. I haven't found a good upbeat song for the duet. Major things are going to happen so please don't miss the next few chapters. I need to ask if you think I should go with an sad or happy ending? Well, getting an answer for more Anzu/Bakura, I'm trying to keep them the main people, but my plot will have at least two or three of the ocs as major charecters too.
Gah, must try not to have them as huge mary-sues, especially Jean and Sarah. I'm pretty sure they are going to be major Mary-sues soon and I may want to kill them for it, oh, well.
I just got back from school today and I need people who are going to review to just add what they think of me and/or my writing type. I need this for a speech test. We have to make a college and put on one side what people think of us and the other what we think of ourselves. --;;; I don't like speech class, it scary!!!
Anyways, PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!