Minor LIME!!!

---31st October, 10:00---

It was Halloween and ten O'clock at night by Anzu's watch, her friends would be here soon to pick her up and then they would be off to terrorize domino. She was wearing a black dress, the skirt ended just above mid-thigh and the sleeves were ruffles. She had a scarlet ribbon about five inches in width wrapped around her tummy and tied in a big bow with trailing streams at the back. A little red bow was pinned on the centre of the neck along with black boots that went to her knees and had fake rubies in the centre.

She wore, instead of gloves, black sock like arm bands stretching form her wrist to half way up her upper arm, rimmed at both ends with red on both arms. Her hat was black with a large rim about three times the size of her head in diameter. Instead of coming to point like conventional hats it bent back, downwards and then up and out again creating an upside down v with a flick. It to, had a large red ribbon raped around the top of the rim with a bow at the back and little streams.

She wore black mascara and some gloss, black gothic type earrings adorned the pale lobes and she had painted her nails black.

She grabbed her oak wood broom with twigs at the end and headed for the door just as the doorbell rang. She opened the door and smiled as her friends cheered, "Happy Halloween."

"Hi guys," she greeted bouncing slightly in excitement, stepping out and closing the door, her heels clicking slightly.

"Hey Anzu," Yami replied in his deep voice pecking her gently on the cheek and holding her hand, she smiled at him and looked around, surveying everyone.

Mai was wearing, instead of her usual purple, a red, leather mini skirt, shorter than her own skirt with a split up the right hand side so you could see a fair amount of thigh. A red strip of leather barely covered her boobs which seemed to bulge in the confined space, Jou was finding it hard not to drool she noted. A pair of glittering red horns on a red hair band was in Mai's hair that was held back slightly in an almost ponytail by a scrap piece of red leather and elastic.

She wore coal black eyeliner, red mascara and eye-shadow; she also wore very dark lipstick and gloss over the top. Anzu also noted that she had painted her nails red.

Attached to the back of the skirt was, like the horns, a glittering tail that reached just past her knees and ended in a point that looked like a spade in cards. She was wearing red leather high heals that went up past her knees and bearing a glittering red triton, red hoop earrings dangling merrily, bouncing as she moved.

"Hey Hun," she drawled swinging an arm around Anzu's shoulders making the smaller girl sway with the weight.

Anzu saw Shizuka making drinking motions and Anzu rolled her eyes, she could tell Mai new what she was doing and had probably only had a glass full of something but still.

Shizuka was in dark robes, like a kimono, with a larger brown bow around her waist and foliage patterns adorned the strip up the left hand side of her leg. The material on the sleeves was tinted a forest green but you could see her arms through the material. She had green eyes shadow on and several green hair ties in her hair holding little plaits in place. She wore a leafy crown and there was also a pair of pale green; translucent wings were attached to the back of her costume.

She had fake nails on that curved downwards and ended in a point painted green of course.

Anzu blushed when she took a good look at Yami; he was wearing black leather that fit him very tightly. He had on trousers that went all the way down to his ankles where a pair of sharp, black boots poked out form the rims. The top was sleeveless and showed off a great amount of his tanned, very well muscled stomach. A black cape with red lining that tied with red string around his neck and larger curved top that went to his nose. He had eyeliner on and she could see a pair of fangs, obviously fake, gleaming in the porch light.

He had buckles around his wrists, studded with silver and a matching neck buckle. His upper arms bore two buckles whose ends protruded from his body, bent slightly against the cape. His belt had a silver, oval shaped tab over the front to hide the buckle and on it was a black bat.

"I've missed you Anzu," he said, his arms around her waist and his lips against her neck setting her nerves on fire.

She quickly scanned around to see Jou in a beige dog suite, with floppy ears and spots that much resembled the one he had been made to wear after his humiliating defeat by Duke Devlin.

Ryou, as promise had a carved out pumpkin on his head watching her through the haphazard, zigzag eye slits. His skinny frame helped the attire, what with the bits of straw stuffed in his jacket and trousers and shoes.

"I missed you too Yami," she replied wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her neck lightly.

"Alright, as cute as this scene is, going to have to break it up, come on you two, we haven't got all night," Mai stated as she took hold of the two and proceeded to lead the mismatched group off and into the night.

It was some hours later, near enough to eleven, Jou had taken a tired Shizuka home half an hour ago; Mai had gone with them to help. Ryou had decided the pumpkin was too stuffy so he took it off, then he reasoned that it didn't look right without the pumpkin so he headed home.

So it was Anzu and Yami strolling towards the game shop, "Did you enjoy tonight Anzu?" Yami asked stopping and turning her to face him as they stood outside the game shop.

"Yes Yami," she smiled sweetly, "very much."

"So did I, especially because," he stepped up close to her forcing her look directly into his eyes, "I got to spend time with you." Anzu could not respond to that comment because Yami's mouth was once again on her own setting her body on fire and her heart beating to the rate of a humming bird's wings. His tongue sweeping her own making her dizzy as blood pumped through her brain.

He drew away and Anzu's eyes fluttered open from their closed position to gaze into scarlet orbs so unlike her own. Yami's hands, which had previously been resting lightly on her waist slid down over her hips to the hem of the dress, this made Anzu a little nervous but she didn't draw away.

Yami face was still very close to hers, his nose on her own, "You're very beautiful Anzu," he whispered. Anzu gasped; one form the statement, two from Yami's lips once more claiming her own and thirdly and mostly, she felt his hands slide up and under her skirt to play with the hem of her thong.

When he pulled away the second time, he didn't move his hands, only smiled invitingly at Anzu. "Yami," she swallowed nervously, she could feel his thumbs massaging her thighs, "I," she put her hands to his chest and he stopped looking apologetic.

"Sorry Anzu, do you want me to walk you home?" he asked removing his hands and grasping her own.

"No, I'll be fine thanks Yami," she replied smiling, "just, slow okay," Yami nodded in understanding and she began to walk away, "goodnight Yami."

"Goodnight Anzu," Yami called and Anzu heard the door of the game shop open and shut.

She was about half way home when she realised that the route she was taking was one that would make her go past the Ishtar Mansion. She bit her lip and decided it would be fun to go and knock on the door, she might get sacked for it but she doubted it.

So, she entered the gates with her ID card and made her way up to the front door where she knocked. She heard the creaking of floorboards indicating someone was coming; it was Isis who opened the door.

She rubbed her eyes and brushed some raven hair back over he shoulder and then looked, "Trick or Treat," Anzu hissed in a voice that sounded like a dying hamster.

Isis screamed would have leaped about ten fee tin the air if she could have done, Anzu chuckled but it was her turn to be scared when she found the barrel of a cold gun pointing between her eyes. Her gaze wondered lazily upwards, along a muscular, tanned arm and eventually into the lilac pools of Malik Ishtar.

"Malik, put that down now," Isis commanded sternly, glaring at her brother, who silently but obviously reluctantly clicked the safety and lowered the gun. "Give it to me," Isis ordered, snatching the gun from Malik's loosened grip, "Anzu dear," she said turning to Anzu and smiling, "don't do that."

"I'm sorry," Isis nodded.

"Yes well, Malik," she said sternly glaring at him through narrowed cerulean eyes, "I'll leave you to apologise and if you don't I'll break your motorcycle," with that Isis marched of matter-of-factly.

"You will tell her I apologised or-" he was interrupted by Anzu putting a hand on his shoulder and smiling.

"You could threaten me, or it could just be easier to say I'm sorry," Anzu said and Malik looked at her hand and then at her face.

He sneered at her then shrugged his shoulders making her remove her hand and grunted, "What was that?" Anzu asked holding one wrist behind her back and swinging slightly so her weight rested on her right hip making her skirt sway.

She watched as Malik's eyes looked her up and down, she had a tingling feeling creeping up her spine at what she knew he could and thought he would do.

"I'm sorry," he grumbled, "Treat."

"Excuse me?" she inquired bewildered.

"You came here Trick or Treating did you not?" he asked smirking, she nodded, "and I say, Treat."

"Oh," Anzu was about to say more on the subject when she felt Malik's arms around her waist and his mouth pressed roughly against her own. She felt something stir in her that made her eyes slip shut and her arms wrap around his neck. She felt his tongue flick through her in a manner that made her own stir, Malik was nothing like Yami.

There was something she didn't understand, although being with Yami was comforting and warming there always felt like there was something missing, when Malik took it upon himself to dominate her that whole seemed to fill, there was passion and want and something she didn't understand at all.

He broke away when breathing became vital, Anzu was breathing heavily against his lips that were still, just barely touching her own. "Do you have any idea what you do to me Anzu?" he demanded let his lips curl into a slight smirk.

"No, but why are you so different from Battle City?" Anzu asked.

"Things change Anzu, you've demonstrated that, you're two-timing your boyfriend," he hissed and Anzu's eyes widened. She tried to rip out of his grasp but found that one of his hands was now in her hair steadying his head and the other had grabbed a handful of her skirt which made her face grow red.

"Malik let me go!" she demanded.

"No," he replied pushing her closer to him, her chest heaving against his own and her pelvis against his.

"Why, I can't do this, Yami," she ranted in fear and shame.

"Please Anzu listen to me," he demanded shaking her slightly, she blinked but said nothing.

"Answer me this, what do you feel for me?" he felt Anzu freeze at that question and he gripped her harder, he had to know. The damn brunette drove him crazy; the maid outfit was bad enough but now that he'd tasted her skin, her mouth, felt her soft hair he didn't want to give that up to Yami, of all people. I mean, he'd rather see her with Seto Kaiba, nasty thought there, than with Yami, his rival!

"I-I," Anzu started, she'd just run this through in her head so why couldn't she get the words out. "Malik, let go off me!" she screamed and started to physically protest widely, jerking and twisting in his grip until he was force dot release her.

She panted and looked at him with fear in her eyes and confusion in his, "I can't answer that question Malik, I-I have to go home now!"

Malik sighed and looked longingly after her, "I need an answer Anzu," he whispered before heading into the house and up the stairs, unknown to him was that Isis had watched the whole thing.

"Oh Malik, you've changed so much and come so far since Battle City, what am I going to do with you?" she asked herself before retreating to bed herself.

---5th November---

There were fireworks lighting the skies brilliantly all over Domino, Anzu had originally intended to be with Yami that night, the pair of them in Domino Park. But something else had come up that she felt honour bound to attend to and ever since Halloween, Anzu had been trying her best to avoid Malik, she didn't know who to choose, Yami or Malik?

Was Yami just a friend to her? Or was Malik just something to which her mind reacted and that she shouldn't through an entire relationship with Yami away because of?

It didn't make sense to her and when she had asked Mai, she's said go with Malik because he's sexier. Typical Mai! Shizuka had said that she should pick Yami, he didn't have any violent tendencies and she could depend on him to protect her.

Thing was, she didn't value looks or protection as highly as she valued feelings, she could tell deeply for her but Malik? Did he love her or was it just a type of lust where all he wanted was her body?

Anyway, Isis had gone on a business trip to America to discuss her latest discovery back in Egypt, she'd taken Rashid with her as a bodyguard so Malik had been left on his own. Now there was nothing wrong with that, he was perfectly capable of looking after himself, or he would have been had he not have been bed ridden with the flu.

Convenient or unlucky depending on whichever way you looked at it.

Now you may very well ask what this has all got to do with Anzu; it's very simple really.

Isis knew Anzu personally, unlike all of the other servants so because of Malik's state Isis had asked Anzu to check up on him and make sure he was okay.

Now, the previous day Malik's temperature had gone up to well over 100 so Anzu had stayed over night, the next day and obviously tonight as well.

Malik had made progress though, his temperature had returned to normal, he'd got out of bed and eaten, colour had returned to his cheeks and he was practically good as new.

He was currently asleep in his black silk covered bed and Anzu was sitting on the side edge gazing out of the vast window at the fireworks as they exploded merrily in the sky. Great shards of colour; twinkling mysteriously and faded gently, so un-like the bright stars that shimmered respectfully above them. The lights in the room were turned off, as in the rest of the house; it was a full moon tonight as well which added to the glamour.

She felt a shift in the bed but assumed it was Malik merely turning over in his sleep, she didn't move. She took a sharp but small intake of breath when two tanned arms wrapped around her waist, "They're lovely aren't they?" he asked.

"Awake I see," she commented turning her head to look down at him as he lay sprawled beneath the sheets, his arms casually looped around her waist.

"Yes," he replied blinking before giving her a light tug at the waist and she knew what he wanted, unsure in her actions she complied none the less.

She lay down beside him, she atop the covers and he within them, he leaned up, propping himself up on one elbow and she looked up at him, her eyes locking with his own. Up to this point she hadn't spoken a word to Malik in fear that he would ask the question she knew one day she would have to answer.

He was intoxicated by her, he could smell her aroma drifting gently into his senses, hi brain registering that the first girl he'd ever wanted was lying right beside him. He looked at her, auburn hair splayed below her, fanning gently over the pillow, cerulean eyes reflecting the humble rays of the moon perfectly. The outfit he'd made her wear, with the short skirt hitched up at the top of her thighs, he swallowed heavily. Her chest rising and falling gently at her intake and outlet of breath, one leg slightly bent, one arm strewn lazily over her stomach and the other lingering by her head.

"I know you've been avoiding me," he informed her rolling over more so he was resting on the side length of his right leg and right elbow.

"I realised," she replied, "but for what reason?"

"Because I asked you," he then rolled over on top of her, his elbows either side of her neck as his lower arms fell casually by the sides of her skull, his knees resting by her pelvis, "if you loved me."

She looked up at him, the sheet had fallen away when he'd rolled on top of her and now she could see him in his black boxers and she gulped.

"And again, do you?" he asked unmoving as he watched the confusion flittering through her eyes.

"Yami, how can I choose?" she begged, she began to breathe a little heavier from their position.

"I don't know," he pushed his elbows back and leaned his shoulders forwards, arching his neck so his nose was feathered against her own, his flaxen hair tickling her warm, rogue cheeks.

"But until you do," he moved his lips gently against hers, chastely brushing them against her own, "let me love you without question or absolute reason."

There lips met and they kissed passionately in a way that made Anzu grown and arch her back, her hands flying to Malik's shoulders. When he finally tore himself away from taste, his sense of smell became clouded with her and only her, his eyes were riveted upon the brunette that lay tantalizingly beneath him. His ears seemed to become deaf to the outside world as he concentrated on her quicker breathing, to low groan issued from her throat.

He'd down everything but touch her, he had to feel her, his kisses trailed a hot path down her neck sucking harshly on her collar bone; nipping gently and making her whole body twitch, her hands were roaming over his back, her fingers gently massaging him.

His hands trailed a path down her sides, passed the rumpled skirt to her thighs, his index fingers running up the strap of the suspenders reaching the rim of her milky white underwear. His twitching fingers shadowed along the rim, wanting so badly to take them down, to feel, to see, to smell, to taste her absolute womanhood. His mouth reached once more for her red lips from which gasps, pants but no words fell like water from a fountain, splashing into his ears with immense accuracy.

"Malik?" she whispered against his lips. The movement required for such a task making her tongue flick against this own.

"Yes," he answered hoarsely kissing the corner of her mouth feverishly, moving to her ear.

"Please stop," she said massaging his shoulders, he moaned against her ear making her shudder.

"Don't resist me," he begged once more trailing his mouth down her neck, the other wide this time as his fingers slipped down to between her thighs fingering the rim, pulling it slightly.

"I have to," she gasped fidgeting as he kissed her lips again.

"But why?" he questioned as he pressed his chest against her own, feeling her breasts through the thin fabric of the material as his fingers continued to toy with her below.

"Because," she faltered when she felt one finger run itself leisurely over her through the cloth that covered her, "I'm not ready."

He grunted but his hands recoiled from her to rest on her cheeks as he looked her in the eyes, "Choose soon," he said kissing her softly one last time before rolling off her and snuggling beside her.

"I'll try Malik," she whispered back and they both fell asleep, Anzu feeling strangely calm, relaxed and reassured, just what she felt…with Yami?

---Next Day---

The sun rose up, bright as ever, causing Anzu to throw an arm to her eyes to shield them form the onslaught of filtered light. She groaned and felt a stir beside her, she looked to see Malik looking at her curiously, "Don't like the mornings then?" he asked.

"Not exactly my kind of wake up call; let's put it that way," she replied.

"Well you're exactly what I want to wake up to," Malik complemented brushing his nose lazily against the mark he'd made on her neck last night.

"Just give me time to think, okay Malik?" she asked looking imploringly at him and he nodded tiredly, yawning suddenly and causing her to start.

"Well I need a shower," she said, finally managing to hoist herself up and out of the bed on her own and shivering at the sudden cold stood up and stretched.

"Would you mind if I join you?"

"Malik!" she scolded and strode out of the room.

Malik, who had been sitting up at this point fell back onto the pillows, bouncing slightly. He grinned, "You can't choose quick enough Anzu."

Right, next chapter features Anzu's heart breaking decision, a row and the beginning of Bakura's return! Enjoy ladies and gents! :-)