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So, Anzu moved to her Aunt Rosa's to stay, she went to University for three years and a lot happened in Domino in that time. Ryou and Bakura's bodies never joined again and they found that Bakura going to the Shadow Realm had somewhat torn their link and they no longer needed to share a body.
Bakura and Teana became a couple and Teana was very embarrassed when they were all on a picnic and Bakura went down on one knee and literally begged her to marry him. She'd accepted and they'd gotten married a year after Anzu left, neither of them caring much for the brunette. They'd also had a child, a boy with silvery hair and fiery red eyes, he was a noisy little chap but that didn't matter.
Jounouchi nearly committed suicide when he found out the rivalry among Mokuba and Seto Kaiba for the heart of his, not so little, sister Shizuka. She seemed fine about it and insisted that he calm down, but this left Otogi and Honda, but that didn't really matter.
The Christmas after Anzu left Jounouchi proposed to Mai as a Christmas gift and they were married two years later and Mai would be six months pregnant by the time Anzu got back.
Yami and Yuugi, with the help of Shadi, who, behind everyone's backs was chasing after Isis, obtained separate bodied. Yami was desperate to try and find Anzu but as Yuugi explained Japan was a big place, let alone the world, she could be anywhere. He'd calmed down somewhat and decided that he had to let it go, it screwed up big time but he couldn't change that. So he, Yuugi and Grandpa ran the Game shop well. Yuugi convinced Grandpa to sign a contract with Otogi and they now had piles of people coming in so that was them all fine and dandy.
Honda had decided to pursue racing on his motor biking and was currently touring the world and Otogi was too wrapped up in his business and all the woman that fell at his feet wherever he went he hardly had time to deal with anyone else.
But where does that leave Malik? He'd come to Domino with his sister for business purposes and two years after Anzu had left they were finished, he would have liked to see her one last time, just to say goodbye but that never happened and he had to leave. The mansion was boarded up and once again it was deserted.
And so, Anzu came back, three years gone she had changed somewhat, she wore her brown hair in a thick braid that fell to her elbows, she was taller, her curves more defined, from eighteen she'd become twenty-one and was now a fully fledged woman.
Her parents greeted her warmly and welcomed her back with open arms, although she decided it would be best not to inform her friends of her immediate arrival.
That same evening she did something she'd been longing to do every since she left, or maybe even before that, she went to the Ishtar Mansion. And now, our tale begins once again.
She'd driven there, in her dad's car who had graciously lent it to her without question, of which she was thankful for. It was dark, despite it being summer; it was obviously late and she had forgotten to done her watch before she left. She sighed and looked longingly at the large house, rotting planks of wood barring the entrances and windows, the grass and flower beds overgrown giving the house a haunted look.
She walked up to the covered front door, her feet making an annoying crunch on the filthy gravel. She ran her hand over the wood; it was filthy, damp with rain water and covered in green fungus. She tugged lightly, careful not to splinter herself and the wood came off easily to her shock and delight. Pulling off just enough for her to heave the door open and duck inside, closing the door against the cold night. It was very dark inside; she couldn't see a thing thin sheets of moon light flew through the small gaps between the boards. She found her way to the staircase, going up a couple of flights looking at the cm thick layers of dusk that covered the floor, panelling and what little furniture that had been left or forgotten.
The ancient boards creaked beneath her wondering feet; she wasn't really looking as to where she was going but when she found herself outside the door to Malik's room she felt that she had to look inside it, just one more time. The door creaked longingly, the lack of oil and proper care showing, she screamed and jumped back when one of the hinges broke and the door fell with a crash to the floor.
Several of the old floorboards crumpled beneath its weight revealing a small secret kind of storage area. She coughed, choking on the thick layers of dust that had arisen and were finding their unwelcome way into her lungs. She waved her hand franticly in front of her face and kneeled down to look in the hole she had unintentionally created.
There was a book there, caked in dust, she picked it up and brushed most of it away with her hand. It was a black covered book with silver writing scrawled elegantly across the front 'Malik Ishtar'. She gaped, what was this, she opened it and leafed vaguely through the slightly crinkled pages, she gasped when she realised what it was.
It was Malik Ishtar's diary, but what was it doing here and for that matter, where was Malik and Isis maybe they'd moved back to Egypt.
"Reading it might answer my questions," she said to the only person in the room, herself, before making another statement that contradicted the first, "but that's an invasion of privacy."
"Still, he did leave it here it's probably nothing important anyway," so she opened it and read the last entry.
'Yesterday Isis told me that we are going back to Egypt; now don't get me wrong, that's a good thing I can't stand this Japanese climate. But still, it means I won't be able to see Anzu again and I can't exactly tell her I'm going, I have no idea where she's gone. As I've said before, I'm not surprised she went away; Isis says that after what I said to her she had every right to be upset and that I should have listened.
It's just that, that really is not how I work, I'm not sympathetic, Isis says I'm tempestuous, had to look that up it a dictionary, means 'Passionate'. Anyway, onto the proper use of this book, dreams, what I dreamt last night was probably triggered by what Isis told me.
I was lying on my bed, quite ironic really seeing as in reality I actually was, when the doorbell rang, no one seemed to be about so I had to answer it. So I go downstairs and open the door and there she is, standing there smiling at me and she keeps saying she's sorry. Then she kisses me and once again it ends with me fucking her senseless, of course I woke up in dire need of a cold shower.
Though even if she hates me I wish she'd come back, just even for one minute just so I could say goodbye. Oh well, I have decided to leave this here; I don't think I'll have much use for it in Cairo. Isis says it's wonderful there, much better than where we used to live.
I don't know, well, I suppose this is goodbye, well bye.'
Anzu was shocked; Malik Ishtar certainly didn't seem the time to have any feelings of that sort at all. Then she flicked back several pages to the times when she was working for Malik and read on…
'Ever since that damn girl Anzu Mazaki came to work here my head has fallen off my shoulders, I mean, I new I'd lost virtually al my sanity but really, this was pushing the limits. Especially since I keep dreaming about her, amongst other things, you didn't think I was completely obsessed did you?
Anyway, I'm reading in my room and then she comes in to clean it, she blushes and bows saying 'I'm sorry sir I'll leave you alone' then she moved to back out of the door.
'No, just a minute' I smirk, she just stands there and go up and pin her against he door, locking it, she gasps and kiss her. Her hands fly to my neck pulling me closer and I moan involuntarily. My hands wonder over her body ripping at her uniform tearing it down revealing her breasts, her nipples grow hard. My hands trail up her legs ripping off her panties; I thrust a finger into her soaking wet pussy and she-'
Anzu shut the book violently, this was obviously a dream diary, she'd tried it once but since she wasn't a dreamer it hadn't worked out, but did he really have to go into so much detail? She winced, still she stood up and dusted what dust he could off of her trousers, she stood a moment, paused in thought.
She deliberated on keeping it or leaving it here and after much contemplation she decided to take it with her, holding tightly to her she stepped over the door and out, back into the corridor.
She made her way silently back to her father's car and heard the church clocks strike midnight, that late already? She quickened her pace and hastened to the car, driving home was quick enough seeing as the roads were deserted, a gang of boys she drove past catcalled but she ignored them.
She had many other things to think about than horny teenagers, but the sex and lust filled dreams of a particular one; that was another matter. Pulling out her key she made it into the house and up to her room without any conflict between her parents and herself, they knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't do anything stupid.
She placed Malik's dream diary next top her Domino account that she'd left behind three years ago and climbed into bed, drifting off to sleep as her head hit the softness of her pillow.
Well there you have it, we began, sort of, a brand new story a separate part. n-ways REVIEW either that or I abandone the story because it is really starting to drag on. (and the minor fact that some people are stuck up prats but hey that's not the point!) -actually it is but there you go-
Okay, here's the deal, because I went off track this is the end of the story! I will write a sequel I promise!!! So don't worry, except I have a minor case of writers block and it may take...a very long time. Basically, I REQUIRE ASSITANCE!!! Please help, e-mail me if you want 2, luv u ppl and c u in the sequel :-D
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