MARS
Wow! Mt first real review on this story! ^_^ Sooo happy! Wish I had all the books of MARS... I mean, come on, there's like 15 books, and I'm always broke. I started the series last summer when I was waiting for the next book of Fushigi Yuugi to come out. So far, I have 8 books, only seven more to go... Then they have that prequel coming out, "The Horse With No Name." But now, I've started on a new series, "Girl Got Game," (Power!!) so it'll take me a while to get the next book of MARS, especially when I'm planning on buying my friend book 1 of "Model" and she might get me the next book of FY. Wish I had a job... -_- Stupid mom...
Oh yeah! Malik and Isis aren't related too.
Anywayz, I don't own Yuu-Gi-Oh nor MARS nor the title of each chapter. I'm thinking of writing another fic, titled, "The Melancholy Melody of a Maiden," but I'm not sure if many people are going to read it... so yeah... -_- Ooh! I just got the next issuse of Shounen Jump two days ago... and I finally saw yuugi's mom! She doesn't really look like him... I mean, his grandpop looks more like him (well the other way around). Well... on with the next chapter.
Show Me Your Unpainted Face
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Feeling something stirring in her arms, Anzu slowly flutter her eyes, only to be met by white. Finally coming back to realization, her head jerked up and looked at the clock in the kitchen. "7:35!? We have less than a half hour before the bus arrives!" saying to her self. Her hands gently shook her younger brother, hoping it wake him up; however, we seem to like the soft rub on his back. "Ryou... wake up..." she said meekly. Her hands rubbed his back rather roughly. "Come on... we have to get ready for school and you need to take your medicine..."
As like the last word she said was a trigger, Ryou's head shot up from his sister's lap. "I haven't taken my medicine...!"
Anzu stood up with him still in her arms. "Hurry and shower while I get your clothes prepared. I'll have your medicine in your room,"
As Ryou ran off to his room, he saw the soup and beef from last night, still untouched. "Nee-chan... I'm sorry I didn't eat last night..."
"It's okay... you can have the sukiyaki for lunch. Now hurry up and get wash,"
With that finally said, the two prepared themselves for their next day of school. Ryou finished his shower and changed into his fuku; as Anzu just finished preparing the lunches. She entered the shower after her brother, and briefly washed her skin. She stepped out and dressed herself. She combed through her damp hair, trying to make it decent for school. Stepping out of the room, Ryou was already waiting on the other side; his arm stretch out with Anzu's book bag in his handed. Slightly startled, Anzu took hold of her bag and walked back in the small living, where she left her glasses. After putting them on, she turned to Ryou, who seemed to be munching away on a small, chocolate covered treat.
"Ryou... it's not healthy to eat pocky for breakfast..." Anzu said as she headed to the door, with Ryou trailing behind.
"It is healthy, because it tastes good," He smiled amiably, something is sister couldn't resist.
The left the apartment and headed to their stop. Anzu's eyes trailed to her brother, watching him eat the pocky away. Her hands timorously dived in the small box; taking a few of the chocolate-covered sweets. Her hesitant hand was uncertain of placing the stick in her mouth, after saying that comment in the apartment. Her head turned slightly to her brother who was giving her an encouraging smile. She bit into it, swallowing what she bit, feeling her stomach growl slightly as she finally had food in her system. "Did you rememeber to take your medicine?" she asked as she was finishing off her stick.
"Mmhmm..." Ryou replied while stuffing his mouth with another pocky stick.
They waited for their bus, which was only for a minute. Thy boarded the bus, and took their seats in the front. Anzu and Ryou both munched on the pocky, until arriving at school.
As they got off the bus, Anzu looked at her brother's direction, still having her head down. "I guess I should head off to class... since you're bound to have those girls over her with you."
"Sorry... Bye, Nee-chan!" he waved his hands as he prepared for the swarm of girls to drown him with questions and giggles. Anzu headed off to her class.
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Malik and Jou sat on the side of the basketball court, washed with sweat. "So where were you yesterday after school?" Jou asked as he gulped down his water bottle.
"I was at the hospital, visiting a friend..." Malik replied.
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(Flash back....wOoOoOo)
"So that leg's really gone?" Malik asked the man laying on the hospital bed.
"Yeah... I lost control of my bike while turing a corner, then the next thing I knew, my body was floating in the air and then everything went black.
"Were you afraid, Kaiba?"
"I can't remember. It felt like a dream of some sort,"
Malik's eyes started to daze off in its own world. They grew a cold, unwelcoming vibe, somewhat scaring the man. "Malik!?" Kaiba called; hoping to stop Malik's deep thoughts.
"Eh?" somewhat utterly confused.
"Quit looking like that. It's sick for someone to be deep in thought of someone almost dying."
"No... I was not tinking about that." Malik's void voice replied. "I was imagining... How it is like to die,"
Kaiba looked at him strangely, wondering why someone want to imagine death. "It is funny, because everyone dies, but cannot explain what really happens. Once you experience it, you're gone from this world. It's so... intriguing,"
Both of the men's attention went to the door as it began to open, revealing blue eyes and midnight hair. The figure opened the door a bit more, revealing her tan skin, similar to Malik's. "Ah! Malik! You have came to visit, I see."
"Isis..." Malik trailed off.
"It took me a while to get here, it was rather hard to find,"
Malik stuff his hands in his pocket, then pulled them out, along with a crumpled paper. "Malk, what do you have there?" Isis asked as she walked up to his side, carefully taking the paper from him. She straighten; soon to have her indigos bloom. "My... it's so beautiful, and you just stuffed it in your pocket in such manners,"
Malik looked over her shoulders to see the sketch once more of the mother and child. The little scene with Anzu running from him and dropping the paper played in his head. "Some new girl in my class drew that. She must have dropped it when she ran,"
"Why was she running?" Isis asked, interested in the answer.
Malik looked down to the ground, one hand on the back of his head, a sweat drop appearing. "Um.. Uh... beats me..." he replied rather hesitantly.
"Well, let us get a folder for this piece of art," Isis said as she turned back to the door. "I'll be right back, Seto."
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"Here you go, now it will not get ruined," Isis said while handing Malik the folder. "I'm surprised you have not thrown this out yet, knowing you. You wouldn't care for something like this,"
"Well, I haven't any artistic talent, so some thing is amazaing to me..."
"Well Malik, you do ride awfully fast on your motorcycle. Seto says that you are either incredibly talented, or incredibly idiotic."
"Is that fool just trying to piss me off?!"
"It's just his way of complementing you, Malik." Her hand reached in her pockets, taking out a small black and glittering silver object. "Here is proof," she said as she handed him a small key.
"This is his... No way... his Ducati Monster?!"
"He is giving it to you,"
"You... must be joking..." Malik was still in astonishment, not believing Kaiba would actually be generous and give Malik such a famous Italian motorcycle.
"You should know that Seto cannot ride it anymore," She stuck her hands back in her pockets as she continued to walk. "And it is very heavy for me, especially since the cowls are removed,"
"Yeah, it tends to lean if you push it too hard,"
"Malik!? What kind of riding do you do on the streets!? You should only max it out on the tracks!"
Silenece came between the two as they walked back to the room; until Malik decided to speak. "I guess... we will not see Kaiba riding on the tracks anymore, eh?" His eyes trailed off to his left as he saw Isis starting to cry. It wasn't normal for Malik to show compassion so another, but this once, will be an acceptation. His arms wrapped around the older woman as she cried in his arms.
"He's still alive..." she said in sobs. "He lost a leg, but at least God kept him alive." Isis looked up at the taller boy. "Malik, please, promise me you will not do anything reckless..."
"I will be alright," she said gently. "Besides... No one will cry over my deceased corpse,"
Isis pulled back, her face converted into anger rather than sad. "Don't you say that! If you died, I would be devastated, as will Seto!" She calmed down a bit. "There is always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just do not know it, nor met the person yet."
~There's someone out there...~
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"I cannot stand to see Malik so cold, saying it will be alright if he died," Isis said as she gasped onto Seto's hand. "I wonder.. If he is afraid of death..."
"It's one thing if he's afraid," Seto stated. "But with Malik... it's something worse. His reckless driving is only a game to him, If he dies, the game is over, if he stays alive, he's lucky. I couldn't ride the way he does... It's as if he has fun gambling with his life..."
"He's only 16, how did he get like this anyway?"
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"...And the doctors said it's a miracle he's even alive..." Malik finished.
"I never knew the C.E.O. of Kaiba Corporations was into motorcycles..." Jou trailed off. "Arrigant bastard..." he mumbled under his breath.
"Wonder if she's here today..." Malik trailed off.
"Who?"
"That chick... with the glasses..."
"Why do you care if she's here or not?" A light bulb went off in Jou's head as he came to a conclusion. "You're not... you can't be thinking of messing around with her!?" He grasped onto to Malik's collard. "You already messed around with all the girls who throws themselves at you, and now you have to go after a girl who just moved here and you're already thinking about making moves on her!? She's too freakin' innocent!"
"First of all..." Malik's hand tighten around his best friend's wrist, "You should get the hell off me!" he continued, throwing him to the ground. "And secondly, I WAS going to give her something that she dropped yesterday, you stupid bastard of a dog!"
Jou faintly blushed when his worries were going. "Hey!? You calling me a dog now!?"
"Well boy, if the collards fits..."
"Those guys are so immature," on of the student boys said as they were finishing playing basketball.
"Yeah, why the hell do girls want them so much?" another said.
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"Mazaki-san, would you please read the next paragraph?" Mr. Yoshioka said calmly.
Anzu's head flung up as she heard the demand of her teacher. She... ahd to stand up before the class... and read the paragraph? She hated being the center of attention; everyone eyes staring at her, snickering at her. Her face went red of nervousness, her palpitating heart thumped harder each minute. She tentatively stood up from her desk and picked up her book. Her hair swooshed in front of her face, covering the silent tears from her eyes. Clearing her visiion, she began to read. "...And Alice followed the white rabbit down the path..." she whispered in English (I haven't read "Alice in Wonderland, so I don't know the actual words... ^_^U)
"Yoshioka-sensei! I can't hear what this chick is saying," Mai's voice shouted.
"Me neither," another said.
"Mazaki-san, do you think you could read with more feelings?" the teacher asked.
Just was she predicted. The whispering and chuckling amoung her peers. She felt herself sinking lower and lower and the chattering increased. "You all should cut it out! She has just moved here, imagine how she feels right now," He turned to Anzu and smiled. "You may take your seat,"
Anzu did as she was directed. She brushed her index finger over her eyes, wiping away the fallen tears. Malik watched the girl as she continued her actions.
'I hate this school... as much as my old one...' she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted as a piece of paper landed on her desk. She looked to her right at Malik, who was attempting to pay attention during the lesson. Anzu unfolded the paper and began to read it:
'You dropped something yesterday when
you ran away from me yesterday... It was a
A picture of a mother and child. Hope you're
not to afraid to write reply back.'
'Mother and child...?' she thought. "OH!" she exclaimed as fast as she covered her mouth.
Malik hesitantly turned his head toward Anzu, an awkward looked etched on his face and a sweat drop on the side of his face. Students turned their heads to her. The teacher turned his head to Anzu. "Mazaki- san, is everything all right?" he asked.
"Er...um... there was a rat over there," Malik lied as he pointed to the ground.
"RAT!?" the class cried as they jumped on top of their seats.
'I was only kidding...' the boy thought as he watch his idiotic class getting worked up.
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It was free time in the class. Students looked over at the Malik, who seemed to be conversating with Anzu. "Woah... who would of thought Malik would already hit on the new girl?" one boy asked among his friends.
Mai was stunned. Her face grew from saddness to angry, then jealousy. "Not like she looks 'all that.' So why the hell is Malik talking to her for!?' she said, practically yelling at her friends.
Anzu held her head down throughout the conversation, hiding her fear and blush. Her body continued to tremble, her hands grasping tightly on her skirt. "Do you use models for your drawings?" Malik asked as he plopped his elbows in an upward position, while cradling his chin in his palms.
"Well... that is..." she hesitated, feeling the heat rush to her face. "I watch moms and their childrens, so it's more of an idea really..."
"So that picture you were drawing yesterday, did you watch someone dance while drawing it?"
She shook her head quickly and sighed. "No... I... I just have some images etched in my head, then I draw them on paper..."
"Amazing..." he uttered.
Anzu lifted her head up slowly, partially meeting Malik's lilacs. "Why... did you held onto it?"
"Why?" he echoed while lifting his head from his palms. "Because it was beautiful... and so intriguing. It's awesome..." his stern face lighten up as his lips curved up to a small grin.
'Why would anyone hang on to that...?' Anzu thought. It was weird, how his words went straight to her. No one really acknowledge her artwork except for her grandparents and brother. She brought her head back down, and continued to stare off at her desk, listening to Malik going on about her artwork abilities.
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Anzu walked through the halls, heading toward the door which lead to outside. Peers hurried passed her, freeing themselves for the prison which was known as school. "Mazaki-san?" an unfamiliar feminine voice cried out from behind.
Anzu turned behind her, seeing a woman around her 30's, short wavy hair pulled back in a small bun, running toward her. "Y-yes...?" Anzu stuttered.
"My name is Ms. Kaneko, I'm the art teacher," she introduced herself as she slightly bowed her head. "Someone has told that you are a very good artist, and even showed me a piece of your work,"
"Someone told you... about me...?" Anzu repeated, making sure she heard correctly. 'Someone showed her my sketch? Probably Ryou..."
"Yes, a nice, young gentleman... Well, not so much as a gentleman unfortunately..."
'It couldn't have been Ryou... then who could it have...'
"You might have heard his name around the halls. Ishtar Malik?"
'MALIK!? How could he!? That sketch I drew... he showed it to the art teacher...?!' "Oh..." she mumbled aloud.
"And I just have to say..."
'Uh-oh... here it come... she's going to tell me how bad it is...'
"...It's the best piece of work I have seen from such a young student! I would be happy to have you enter our club! You can stay after today,"
Anzu blinked. It was...great? Her head slowly lifted to the teacher's, seeing a smile upon her lips. "Well I... I will love to stay after..."
"That's wonderful-"
"....But my brother might be worried if I'm not waiting for him out in front of the gates..."
"Then we'll have someone inform him then! His name?"
"Bakura Ryou..."
The woman looked at Anzu strangely. "Are you two...?"
"He's my half brother,"
"Ah, I understand. I'll call the offince and them inform him about you staying after," With everything finished, Ms. Kaneko and Anzu headed toward the art room.
As they reached the room and entered it, Anzu was in awe. The walls were filled with different pieces of art from different artists throughtout Europe and Japan. The teached lead Anzu to her seat. "You will be using this model right here," she pointed out.
"Mars?"
"Mmmhmm," she nodded. "I'll call the office now,"
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"Seems like we beat them again," Malik stated as he sprawled out on the basketball court.
"You play hard, didn't even give them a chance to make a shot," Jou replied as he took off his white T-shirt, which revealed an exposing body shirt.
"Well, you do know that gas money isn't cheap,"
"But it has to be cool to be on your own though,"
"Likely. Being broke most of the time is all that enjoying,"
Malik stood up and stretched. He picked up his blue fuku jacket; flipping it over his shoulder. "Where you going?" Jou asked as he stayed on the ground.
"Find that girl..."
"Why don't you just leave her alone, Malik? It's pretty obvious she isn't into your type. I even heard she's guy-phobic..."
"'Guy-phobic?' " Malik echoed, arching his left eyebrow. "The girl just moved here and there's already rumors about her?"
"Well, I... Before you came to class, I was talking to a few of the guys. My hand was slightly on her desk, and I moved it a bit further, touching her hand by accidently, and she jerked it away... like it was dirty or something,"
Malik's eyebrow was still arched. He turned his head around, stuffing his hands in his pocket. "And what were YOU doing when you took your shower this morning?" he said slyly.
Taking a few minutes to completely understand the insult, Jou stood up in protest. "Just takin' my shower, thank you very much! I would NEVER do that!"
"Just because you can't no other way to... 'pleasure' yourself, doesn't mean you have to lie about it," Malik started to head toward the school, leaving a very upset Jou behind.
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The art room was very quiet. The other members of the club already left, as Anzu continued to draw. The teacher stepped out for a second, leaving Anzu alone by herself. 'I wonder how Jii-sama and Baa-sama are doing." Anzu thought. 'He was pretty ill when we last saw him...' Her thoughts stopped as she heard the door open slightly. It revealed a familiar man, short light hair and glasses. "Yoshioka-sensei..." Anzu said quietly.
"Mazaki-san, school ended hours ago..." he said as he walked up to her.
"I just entered the Art Club... and Kaneko-sensei said I could stay here a little longer..." Anzu replied shyly as she pushed up her glasses.
The man walked closer to her, observing her art. "You are a very good drawer," He placed his arms on her shoulder. "And this must be a very talented hand..." His hand overlapped hers, while his other snaked its way under her shirt, feeling what lies beneath the cloth.
Anzu froze as the hands took pleasure on her chest. "Yoshioka- sensei..." She felt herself calling his name, but no sound spoke aloud. The busy hands paralyzed Anzu, causing her to become mute.
"Hey!" a deep masculine voice yelled from the door. 'Yoshioka- sensei...?' The boy thought.
'Malik!' Anzu ccried in her mind as she and the teacher turned to the Egyptian.
The teacher removed his hands from the girl, blushing ferociously as he fixed his tie. "I do not believe that you are in the Art Club, Ishtar. So what business do you have here!?"
"Last time I checked, you weren't either." Malik walked to a framed painting. "So you cannot enter the Art Studio unless you're part of the club, eh?" He lifted on picture up gently. "I think I should enter the club as well," He placed the picture down.
"Don't fool yourself! No way you can draw, Ishtar!" the teacher protested.
"Maybe I have a secret talent within me," He turned his attention to the teacher. "I can fool myself all I want," He smirked slightly before finishing. "...But at least I go after girls my own age,"
Mr. Yoshioka face was stunned, wish turned to to angry with a pinch of embarrassment. "And what proof do you have of such nonsense!?"
Malik picked up a small x-acto knife, and a pencil. "What are doing, Ishtar!?"
He turned to the teacher. "Relax. I am merely sharpening this pencil," He licked the blade gently, a sinister smirk upon his face. "Not like... I was planning on cutting that pathetic look off your face or anything..."
The intended threat frighten Mr. Yoshioka, causing him to run out of the class. While he ran, he bumped into a small, fragile body. The man gathered himself up, and continued his run. The boy looked at the teacher, then at the door from which he ran from. 'Strange...' he mumbled. He looked through the door frame, seeing a shy auburn hair girl, and a tall tanned blonde. "Nee-chan...?" he mumbled. "What happened...?" He stood quietly at his place, listening carefully to the conversation.
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"Amateur..." Malik mumbled as he placed the knife back in the box. His head whipped at the frighten girl. "What the hell is wrong with you, girl!?" The replied he got was a tear-stained face, few drops of the tears splattered on her glasses. He smirked some, and walked toward the scared girl. He kneedled down some, meeting her level. "If you look scared like that, any man will think he can just have his way with you. Should have at least charged him money..."
His eyes were caught by the picture she was drawing. He looked over at the figure that stood on the left. "You're drawing is like a photograph..." He looked back at her sketch. "It's dead-on, you're pretty good." His head turned back to the model as he walked up to it. "Who is this guy...?" he asked, the question not exactly intended to Anzu. "M-A-R- S... Mars?" He turned back to Anzu. "The planet?"
Anzu lifted up her head some, echoing the name. "Mars..." She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Most people think... it's a planet, but he's also in Roman mythology too..."
"Roman Mythology? A god?"
"A soldier... The god of war..."
Malik reached up the the model's face, looking at it intensely. "For someone to be so violent, he has a gentle face, doesn't he?"
Anzu's eyes widen as she saw Malik leaning in deeper to the model. His mouth cloed over the statue, his hand on the podium which held the model. Ryou watched as well, until he saw a boy walking toward his way. He left the front door of the studio as the new boy entered the room. "Malik!" the boy's voice called out.
Malik pulled his face away from the model, looking up at his friend. "What're you doing? C'mon," he said as he stepped back in the hall, waiting for his friend.
Malik reached in his pocket, and tossed Anzu 2000 yen. "Unlike the idiot who fleed out of here, I know how to pay someone for showing me a good time," We smirked and winked at Anzu. "See ya next time," At that, he left.
Anzu picked up the bills, and held them close to her chest. 'What is this feeling?' she thought. 'Something... has just been born in me...'
Malik walked out the door, with Jou by his side. "What were you doing in the art club?! I hope you weren't frightening the poor girl!" Jou exclaimed.
"Hold you're leash... I was just doing some art appreciation. Wanted to see if she joined the Art Club. I told that teacher about Anzu..."
Jou crossed his arms. "Now you're nice to her... then you're going to break her heart, causing her to hate men more,"
"Give it a break," Malik responded in a annoyed voice.
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Anzu exited the art club, having her book bag hit her knees as she walked. She spotted Ryou by himself for a change. She jogged over to him. "Sorry about coming out so late... I didn't know I'll join the Art Club... or stay after this late..."
It took Ryou to replied, as he remember the incident in the art studio. 'How dare he touch Nee-san like that!?' he thought, already guessing the clumpsy teacher was the one who Anzu, mostly Malik, was talking about. "It's okay." he replied, masking his face with a smile.
"Are you feeling alright?" Anzu asked as she looked up at her younger brother.
"I feel fine," {Such a pathtic lie...} The other self within Ryou snarled. {You know you are angered by the conversation your sister and that boy had.}
[I do not feel angry,]
{Do not deny it, light. As you know, I'm very fond of you when you're upset... especially upset over something like this...}
[That's why I don't want to be upset. You take over my body easily when I am.]
{But... don't you want to get rid of the man who placed his hands upon your sister?}
Ryou stayed quiet. He had to admit, he did want to somehow punish the man who made his sister cried; the man roaming his hands over her body. His anger rose slowly, causing his dark self to sinisterly smile. {Am I wrong, light?}
Ryou ignore the voice, continuing to walk along with his sister. {And you know you want to get rid of that mortal boy she was talking to as well.}
"Let's go to the grocery store, so I can buy stuff for dinner," Anzu said as she and her brother waited for the next bus to come.
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"Ishitar! Wait up!" a boy's voice cried out as he ran after the the Egyptian. Malik turned around at the call of his name. He looked at the boy who called him. "I'm captian of the basketball team. I was wondering if you'll like to try out for the team. I'll even make you starter."
Malik crossed his arms. "I have way more important things to do than waste my energy like that," he replied, as he walked off in his own direction.
The captain of the boy's basketball team turned to his friend, who was standing next to him. "What's his problem?"
"I told you not to ask him. He races motorcycles, he could could less about the basketball team."
"For real? He has a racing lisence?"
"Yeah, he even won the 4-hour Endurance race when he was 14."
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(Next day, after school)
"That is really looking nice, Anzu." Ms. Koneko commented as she walked by. "I see you have an interest in modern dance?"
Anzu looked up at her teacher and nodded slowly. "I study a lot about it..." Anzu replied. She continued drawing.
'I want to get that new game..." Anzu thought as she drew her dancing woman. 'But I don't have that game system... I need a-"
"Psst! Anzu!" A voice harshly whispered. She turned her head to the voice. The whipser came from the door.
"Malik...?" Anzu sofly said.
"Alright, and that's it for today," Ms. Kaneko announced aloud. The students stood up and exit the door, almost trampling Malik down. A small sweat drop appeared on the side of Anzu's face.
She walked up to the boy. "You... could have waited just a few seconds more..." Anzu said softly while looking up at Malik.
He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... I guess so." He looked at his other hand, which held the folder from a couple of days ago. "Oh yeah1 I wanted to give this back to you." He handed her the folder. "Sorry it's all crumpled up. I just... wasn't thinking and I shoved it in my pocket."
Anzu took hold of the folder, and looked down at the ground. "It's... only a sketch. Once I draw it on the canvas, I don't need it anymore."
"What!? So you're just going to throw it out like that!?" he almost yelled while saying it to her. He face grew in a look of disbelief.
'What's he getting so mad about...?' It's just a stupid sketch...'
His face grew back to normal. "If you're planning on throwing it away... do you think... I could have it?" He grew slightly excited, hoping the anticipating answer would bring him joy.
"That's fine... I suppose..." She pushed up her glasses.
"Really!?" a smile grew across his face.
"If you want..." He smiles like a little boy... "I'll even give you the oil painting when it's done..." How could this be the same Malik from the other day?
"Are you...serious...?" His voice spoken unsure words, as did his face. It was hard to believe that'll he get something so graceful, which took a lot of time and effort in. "You would... really give it to me?"
The same Malik... who I heard so much about... who would give cruel eyes to others...
"But, that's just asking for too much. I can't just take it for free." He stood there, his hand over his chin, thinking what he could give to Anzu for the painting. "And I'm broke right now... Anything I can do for you?"
Anzu stood there, waiting for his answer. Her head hung over, looking at the tiled floor. She jumped when she heard his answer. "I'll protect you," Her eyes widen in disbelief this time. "If anything happens to you, I'll always stand by your side."
He walked a little bit ahead of her. "It's probably the only thing I am good at." He turned around as he thought of another idea. "There is one more thing I'm good for. If you ever feel like fooling around around, I'll lend you my body,"
He glanced at Anzu. 'I wonder if she knows what I mean by that...' he thought. He walked down the stairs, leaving the girl standing there in thought.
"Will.... WILL YOU LEND ME YOUR BODY!?" Malik's foot slipped on a stair, causing him to tumble down. A sweat drop appeared on Anzu as she watched him fall down.
"Wh-what!?" hoping he heard right.
'In the 16 years lived... I have never said...' She walked down the stairs, looking down at Malik. "I want you to model for me," '... Anything so bold...' A blush swept across her face as the two walked back to the art studio.
"So, do I get naked or something?" Malik asked as he took off his first shirt. Quickly, Anzu shook her head no as soon as the question was asked. "Oh... I thought we were doing nude or something,"
"No...the top shirt is fine... And then... sit on that chair..." Malik did as he was directed.
She began to sketch Malik. 'He looked so beautiful when he kissed Mars in that crimson sunset...' she thought as the flash back played in her head. 'He may have been fooling around, but... it really moved me.'
"When I said I'll lend you my body," he started off saying while he place his elbow on the chair. "I didn't know it'll be for modeling." A smirk crept up on his face. "But... I would rather help with something that makes you feel good..." his seducted voice said lowly. A sweat drop appear when he saw Anzu replied with intensive eyes that weren't even looking at him.
"So, is it true that you hate guys?" Anzu jumped from the question. She glanced up at Malik as he continued. "It's starting to go around."
'Go around...? People... actually notice me...? Not good...'
"So what's you're deal? Into girls?"
"Sit still..." she said mechanically. "It's hard to draw."
Malik crossed his legs. "You should be smart enough to know the difference. I'm a real person, unlike the statue over there."
He turned his chair around backwards, and sat back into it. "By the way, Mars-was it Mars? I thought I'd heard the name before. Nostradamus prophesized 'bout him." he said, ignoring the previous conversation.
"He said in July 1999, a terrifying king would come and the world would be ruled by Mars. What do you think the world would be like if it was ruled by a war god?"
"You... believe in prophecies?" Anzu asked.
"Even if I didn't believe in them, the world's going to collaspe. Everything's so screwed-up."
"That's true... but... you don't care if the world ends...?"
"I can tell the future's not that great. I just wish it'll hurry up and come. Wonder how it'll end?" he yarned a little. He looked over at the clock. "Shouldn't you be going home now?"
"No... I have to wait for my brother. He's in track." Anzu replied.
"Oh? You have a brother? What's his name?"
"Ryou..."
"Ryou? Hmm... I heard that name somewhere." He rested his head on the chair. "All the girls like him... he's trying to take my place..." With that, he fell asleep.
Anzu stood up, walked over to him, and knelt down. "He has such a beautiful face... He looks better up close..." she said to herself.
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"How was track?" Anzu asked Ryou as they walked up to their apartment.
"It hurts.... My legs feel really weak." Ryou replied, rubbing one of his legs.
"Well, it's better than football, since you won't get pushed over... and you really don't know the rules for basketball... and you're not that quite ready for wrestling."
"Nee-chan... didn't have to make a list of the sports I can't do."
Anzu opened the door. "You could join cheerleading. You'll make a cute girl," she teased with a wink.
When they entered, a box stood in front of them. "Hmm... must be a delivery when we were out..." Anzu knelt down to the box, and opened it. It revealed an odd shape golden ring, a Playstation 2 (don't own that either) and a DDR mat. (or that -_-') "It's... it's the game I wanted!" Anzu exclaimed. She read the note that was taped to the ring:
Dear Anzu and Ryou,
I hope you two are doing just fine in Domino. I wish I could say we are doing fine here. Your Jii-sama and I are very ill. The doctors said it's not fatal, so that is somewhat a relief. I'll pay for your bills at the end of this month. We sent you two some important items. The golden ring in the box is from Egypt. It is known as the Sennen Ring. When I was going through our stuff, the ring reminded me of Ryou. So that is for him. And I know how much you love to dance, so Anzu, I bought that Playstation 2 and the DDR mat for you to practice your dancing. At the bottom of the box should help you two out until the end of the month. And you should send us your latest paintings Anzu so we can hand them up. Well, I hope you two are very happy even after everything that has happened. And... we still haven't found her yet... Well, we wish we can visit you. Take care.
Love,
Baa-saama and Jii-sama.
Anzu lifted the golden ring, and handed to Ryou. "It's beautiful Ryou," Anzu said in awe.
Ryou tied it around his neck, and smile approvingly. "And I'll never take it off... only when I have to."
Anzu took out the the game system and mat. With Ryou's help, they carried it to the TV which was held up on a stand. Anzu walk back to the box and took out an envelope. She opened it, reveling yen bills. 'I better put this somewhere safe so I won't lose it,' she thought. She walked over to a box which was in a draw. She placed the money in it and walked back to Ryou.
"Nee-chan! Try it out!"
"After homework and dinner. And Ryou, take your pill."
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(Goal: Trying to get to the part where Malik licks the blood from Anzu's cut finger. -_-' So much typing...)
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"Malik is soo hot!" one girl exclaimed in front of her friends.
"The Egyptian with the long, blonde hair? He should be a model!" another said.
"I wanna snag him!"
"Want all you want... he has a girlfriend..."
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"Malik, I have break up with you." a girl with thick, pink, lips and long light brown hair. "You're still a Junior and have time to spend. But I, a Senior, have to study for college exams." She flipped her hair up and started to walk away. "It's not like we can go on with our little playtime,"
"Oh, okay." he replied and started to walk away. "Good luck with studying,"
The girl turned around with a shock look on her face. She yanked on the Malik's arm, holding him back. "WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU!?" She released his arm. "Is it true... that you're after some girl in the art studio!? I've heard you've been fooling around with her!"
"Anzu? No... I didn't do anything."
"It's too late if you've done something!"
"What the hell are you so mad about? You said you wanted to break up."
"It was a trick, idiot! I even bought you that Bulgari watch!"
"I didn't ask for it,"
"Then give back the damn thing!"
"I don't have it anymore. I pawned it."
"I can't believe you!!!"
"But the motorcycle repairs..."
"Which is more important!? The damn motorcycle or me!?"
There was an awkward silence. Malik slightly turned his head away from the girl, not wanting to make direct eye contact after he was about to say. "... The bike..."
Rika: O.O
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Guess I can't really model for you with a face like this..." Malik said as he laughed nervously.
Anzu eyes widen under her glasses. "What... happened?"
Malik looked up, trying to think of a good excuse. He scratched his head and replied, "A cat did it,"
"There's a cat that wears nail polish in school?" Ms. Kaneko said as she walked in the art studio.
""You haven't gotten old just for show, did you?" Malik stated to the teacher as he patted her back rather roughly, and walked off.
"I'm afraid to think how that boy will be like when he's older." She turned to Anzu. "You better watch out for guys like him, Anzu. He'll destroy you for life."
If this the old me... I would've thought the same thing...
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(A few more pages! ^_^)
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It's true Malik's messed-up... but who isn't these days? He pushes the boundaries... But I don't sense any selfishness... He's just confident... No matter how well you hide it, selfishness seeps out slowly... spreading its awful stench.
Anzu had flash backs of the assult she had encounter with her teacher, Mr. Yoshioka. She sat in class staring at him. 'I can't believe this man could do such a thing...' she thought.
"So, who can do this sentences construction?" Mr. Yoshioka said to the class.
"It's too hard!" students cried out.
'If Malik haven't walked in that time...' She turned over to a sleeping Malik. "I'll Protect You,"
"Malik, how about you try it?" the teacher announced.
Students looked back at Malik, whispering how he wouldn't be able to solve the sentence. "Hey asshole, you're up." Jou said as he kicked the bottom of Malik's seat.
"Huh...?" the awaken boy said dazedly. He rubbed his eyes and walked up to the board.
'I can't believe it... Is this... harassment?'
"What's wrong, Ishtar? You're such a big man on the court, but not in class?" commented Mr. Yoshioka.
Malik glanced over at the teacher, then smirked. "It's you're fault I woke up." He began to write on the board.
This teahcer, who appears to be good, is actually a terrible person who sexually harnesses his female students!
He went over to his desk, while tossing the chalk back at the teacher. "Nice try, but I live in L.A. after Egypt, I know my English."
"Malik knows English too?" one student said.
"Yeah, guess that's three languages right there," another said.
As Malik walked back to his seat, Anzu's hand was slightly out. He smirked, and slapped down at it. Just for that second, Anzu returned the smile. Rumors already spread around the class about what Malik wrote on the board.
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Malik zoomed off into the main road on his motorcycle. As a light came up, he pushed down on his brake, but the bike wasn't responding. Almost crashing into a truck, he swiftly turned left, and stopped by using his read brakes.
"You're break pads were taken off!?" the repair man exclaimed as he was fixing the motorcycle. "That's a vicious trick. Someone has a grudge on you?"
"Too many to count."
The man shook his head. "You and your crazy life Well, seems like everything's fine."
"Good thing those rear breaks were working. Kaiba gave a great bike,"
"Too bad 'bout what happened to him. Man... to loose a leg..." He turned to Malik. "You're gonna race?"
"No, my bike's out of service and I'm broke. My father stopped sending me money." He took out a cigarette. "Got a lighter?"
"Yeah, here." The man handed the small lighter. "You guys got into a fight?"
"He keeps telling me to stop riding,"
"He's just worried about you, man. You should go back home."
"And go even more nuts living there?" He took a puff from the cigarette. "Got enough problems to deal with, and going back there won't help."
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Mr. Yoshioka exited the class. A hand was placed on he shoulder, make him quvier slightly. He turned to the owner of the arm. "You play hard, Yoshioka-senshi." Malik said. "Almost ended up in the hospital."
The teacher looked at him, puzzled yet frighten. "What are you talking about, Ishtar?"
"Made quite an impact, you know. I see you in a whole new light." He leaned closer to his ear. "And I think...we should go all out if we're gonna play like this..." he said slyly in the man's ear. The grip on Yoshioka tighten up as well. "And you know... this is really the only time I can go crazy... being a minor..."
He pulled himself away and walked down the stairs. "That's your white Infiniti right? Wouldn't drive it around if I were you..."
Yoshioka dropped himself on the ground. He knew cutting the breaks from the bike will only mean a stronger revenge. How he wished he haven't picked on Malik to fool around with.
~Did you hear? Yoshioka-sensei quit~
~Wonder what happened?"~
~Beats me... he was a good teacher~
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Anzu sat at her desk during homeroom. 'Hope that track practice is helping Ryou out. He looks dehydrated everyday...' she thought as she sharpened her pencil.
"Malik, hun, heard you broke up with that Rika chick," Mai said as she sat comfortably on his desk. "Good thing you ditched that old hag,"
"Old hag? She's just a year older than you," Malik replied, annoyed.
"She didn't suit you. Such a snobby bitch," She shifted a leg on top of the other. "Hey, take me for a ride on your bike someday,"
"No way,"
"Come on, why no?"
"She gets jealous when I let girls ride,"
"Really!?
"Yup, she scratches and stuff,"
Anzu smiled slightly at his remark. Mai sensed this. She kicked Anzu's desk lightly, but enough for her to fumble with the small knife. "Oh, sorry! My foot hit your desk," she said, plastering her face with an apologetic face.
Anzu looked at her bleeding thumb. The scarlet liquid bled freely onto her hand.
"What the hell were you thinking? You klutz!"
Malik stood up from his desk, and took hold of her thumb. His mouth gently landed on the wound, licking the blood from thumb. Heads turned as they all seen the scene. Jou looked speechless, along with Mai.
Anzu's heart thump rather fast and loud, hoping Malik couldn't hear it. Her face turned red, losing her breath. She hated the stares, hated getting attention. 'Why must he do this!?' Her body was unable to respond with her mind. She wanted to jerk away her from his gentle mouth, put her paralyzed body wouldn't allow it. 'They'll never stop talking about me now...'
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DONE! ^_^ Yay! It's been like two days since I said what I typed on top. Kinda got tired of typing. And I have 3 reviews! So happy! ^_^ And yeah... I kinda forgot to put the couples... wasn't really thinking... -_-' Well, I'll write some more later on, but not right now. Well, bye!
Wow! Mt first real review on this story! ^_^ Sooo happy! Wish I had all the books of MARS... I mean, come on, there's like 15 books, and I'm always broke. I started the series last summer when I was waiting for the next book of Fushigi Yuugi to come out. So far, I have 8 books, only seven more to go... Then they have that prequel coming out, "The Horse With No Name." But now, I've started on a new series, "Girl Got Game," (Power!!) so it'll take me a while to get the next book of MARS, especially when I'm planning on buying my friend book 1 of "Model" and she might get me the next book of FY. Wish I had a job... -_- Stupid mom...
Oh yeah! Malik and Isis aren't related too.
Anywayz, I don't own Yuu-Gi-Oh nor MARS nor the title of each chapter. I'm thinking of writing another fic, titled, "The Melancholy Melody of a Maiden," but I'm not sure if many people are going to read it... so yeah... -_- Ooh! I just got the next issuse of Shounen Jump two days ago... and I finally saw yuugi's mom! She doesn't really look like him... I mean, his grandpop looks more like him (well the other way around). Well... on with the next chapter.
Show Me Your Unpainted Face
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Feeling something stirring in her arms, Anzu slowly flutter her eyes, only to be met by white. Finally coming back to realization, her head jerked up and looked at the clock in the kitchen. "7:35!? We have less than a half hour before the bus arrives!" saying to her self. Her hands gently shook her younger brother, hoping it wake him up; however, we seem to like the soft rub on his back. "Ryou... wake up..." she said meekly. Her hands rubbed his back rather roughly. "Come on... we have to get ready for school and you need to take your medicine..."
As like the last word she said was a trigger, Ryou's head shot up from his sister's lap. "I haven't taken my medicine...!"
Anzu stood up with him still in her arms. "Hurry and shower while I get your clothes prepared. I'll have your medicine in your room,"
As Ryou ran off to his room, he saw the soup and beef from last night, still untouched. "Nee-chan... I'm sorry I didn't eat last night..."
"It's okay... you can have the sukiyaki for lunch. Now hurry up and get wash,"
With that finally said, the two prepared themselves for their next day of school. Ryou finished his shower and changed into his fuku; as Anzu just finished preparing the lunches. She entered the shower after her brother, and briefly washed her skin. She stepped out and dressed herself. She combed through her damp hair, trying to make it decent for school. Stepping out of the room, Ryou was already waiting on the other side; his arm stretch out with Anzu's book bag in his handed. Slightly startled, Anzu took hold of her bag and walked back in the small living, where she left her glasses. After putting them on, she turned to Ryou, who seemed to be munching away on a small, chocolate covered treat.
"Ryou... it's not healthy to eat pocky for breakfast..." Anzu said as she headed to the door, with Ryou trailing behind.
"It is healthy, because it tastes good," He smiled amiably, something is sister couldn't resist.
The left the apartment and headed to their stop. Anzu's eyes trailed to her brother, watching him eat the pocky away. Her hands timorously dived in the small box; taking a few of the chocolate-covered sweets. Her hesitant hand was uncertain of placing the stick in her mouth, after saying that comment in the apartment. Her head turned slightly to her brother who was giving her an encouraging smile. She bit into it, swallowing what she bit, feeling her stomach growl slightly as she finally had food in her system. "Did you rememeber to take your medicine?" she asked as she was finishing off her stick.
"Mmhmm..." Ryou replied while stuffing his mouth with another pocky stick.
They waited for their bus, which was only for a minute. Thy boarded the bus, and took their seats in the front. Anzu and Ryou both munched on the pocky, until arriving at school.
As they got off the bus, Anzu looked at her brother's direction, still having her head down. "I guess I should head off to class... since you're bound to have those girls over her with you."
"Sorry... Bye, Nee-chan!" he waved his hands as he prepared for the swarm of girls to drown him with questions and giggles. Anzu headed off to her class.
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Malik and Jou sat on the side of the basketball court, washed with sweat. "So where were you yesterday after school?" Jou asked as he gulped down his water bottle.
"I was at the hospital, visiting a friend..." Malik replied.
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(Flash back....wOoOoOo)
"So that leg's really gone?" Malik asked the man laying on the hospital bed.
"Yeah... I lost control of my bike while turing a corner, then the next thing I knew, my body was floating in the air and then everything went black.
"Were you afraid, Kaiba?"
"I can't remember. It felt like a dream of some sort,"
Malik's eyes started to daze off in its own world. They grew a cold, unwelcoming vibe, somewhat scaring the man. "Malik!?" Kaiba called; hoping to stop Malik's deep thoughts.
"Eh?" somewhat utterly confused.
"Quit looking like that. It's sick for someone to be deep in thought of someone almost dying."
"No... I was not tinking about that." Malik's void voice replied. "I was imagining... How it is like to die,"
Kaiba looked at him strangely, wondering why someone want to imagine death. "It is funny, because everyone dies, but cannot explain what really happens. Once you experience it, you're gone from this world. It's so... intriguing,"
Both of the men's attention went to the door as it began to open, revealing blue eyes and midnight hair. The figure opened the door a bit more, revealing her tan skin, similar to Malik's. "Ah! Malik! You have came to visit, I see."
"Isis..." Malik trailed off.
"It took me a while to get here, it was rather hard to find,"
Malik stuff his hands in his pocket, then pulled them out, along with a crumpled paper. "Malk, what do you have there?" Isis asked as she walked up to his side, carefully taking the paper from him. She straighten; soon to have her indigos bloom. "My... it's so beautiful, and you just stuffed it in your pocket in such manners,"
Malik looked over her shoulders to see the sketch once more of the mother and child. The little scene with Anzu running from him and dropping the paper played in his head. "Some new girl in my class drew that. She must have dropped it when she ran,"
"Why was she running?" Isis asked, interested in the answer.
Malik looked down to the ground, one hand on the back of his head, a sweat drop appearing. "Um.. Uh... beats me..." he replied rather hesitantly.
"Well, let us get a folder for this piece of art," Isis said as she turned back to the door. "I'll be right back, Seto."
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"Here you go, now it will not get ruined," Isis said while handing Malik the folder. "I'm surprised you have not thrown this out yet, knowing you. You wouldn't care for something like this,"
"Well, I haven't any artistic talent, so some thing is amazaing to me..."
"Well Malik, you do ride awfully fast on your motorcycle. Seto says that you are either incredibly talented, or incredibly idiotic."
"Is that fool just trying to piss me off?!"
"It's just his way of complementing you, Malik." Her hand reached in her pockets, taking out a small black and glittering silver object. "Here is proof," she said as she handed him a small key.
"This is his... No way... his Ducati Monster?!"
"He is giving it to you,"
"You... must be joking..." Malik was still in astonishment, not believing Kaiba would actually be generous and give Malik such a famous Italian motorcycle.
"You should know that Seto cannot ride it anymore," She stuck her hands back in her pockets as she continued to walk. "And it is very heavy for me, especially since the cowls are removed,"
"Yeah, it tends to lean if you push it too hard,"
"Malik!? What kind of riding do you do on the streets!? You should only max it out on the tracks!"
Silenece came between the two as they walked back to the room; until Malik decided to speak. "I guess... we will not see Kaiba riding on the tracks anymore, eh?" His eyes trailed off to his left as he saw Isis starting to cry. It wasn't normal for Malik to show compassion so another, but this once, will be an acceptation. His arms wrapped around the older woman as she cried in his arms.
"He's still alive..." she said in sobs. "He lost a leg, but at least God kept him alive." Isis looked up at the taller boy. "Malik, please, promise me you will not do anything reckless..."
"I will be alright," she said gently. "Besides... No one will cry over my deceased corpse,"
Isis pulled back, her face converted into anger rather than sad. "Don't you say that! If you died, I would be devastated, as will Seto!" She calmed down a bit. "There is always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just do not know it, nor met the person yet."
~There's someone out there...~
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"I cannot stand to see Malik so cold, saying it will be alright if he died," Isis said as she gasped onto Seto's hand. "I wonder.. If he is afraid of death..."
"It's one thing if he's afraid," Seto stated. "But with Malik... it's something worse. His reckless driving is only a game to him, If he dies, the game is over, if he stays alive, he's lucky. I couldn't ride the way he does... It's as if he has fun gambling with his life..."
"He's only 16, how did he get like this anyway?"
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"...And the doctors said it's a miracle he's even alive..." Malik finished.
"I never knew the C.E.O. of Kaiba Corporations was into motorcycles..." Jou trailed off. "Arrigant bastard..." he mumbled under his breath.
"Wonder if she's here today..." Malik trailed off.
"Who?"
"That chick... with the glasses..."
"Why do you care if she's here or not?" A light bulb went off in Jou's head as he came to a conclusion. "You're not... you can't be thinking of messing around with her!?" He grasped onto to Malik's collard. "You already messed around with all the girls who throws themselves at you, and now you have to go after a girl who just moved here and you're already thinking about making moves on her!? She's too freakin' innocent!"
"First of all..." Malik's hand tighten around his best friend's wrist, "You should get the hell off me!" he continued, throwing him to the ground. "And secondly, I WAS going to give her something that she dropped yesterday, you stupid bastard of a dog!"
Jou faintly blushed when his worries were going. "Hey!? You calling me a dog now!?"
"Well boy, if the collards fits..."
"Those guys are so immature," on of the student boys said as they were finishing playing basketball.
"Yeah, why the hell do girls want them so much?" another said.
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"Mazaki-san, would you please read the next paragraph?" Mr. Yoshioka said calmly.
Anzu's head flung up as she heard the demand of her teacher. She... ahd to stand up before the class... and read the paragraph? She hated being the center of attention; everyone eyes staring at her, snickering at her. Her face went red of nervousness, her palpitating heart thumped harder each minute. She tentatively stood up from her desk and picked up her book. Her hair swooshed in front of her face, covering the silent tears from her eyes. Clearing her visiion, she began to read. "...And Alice followed the white rabbit down the path..." she whispered in English (I haven't read "Alice in Wonderland, so I don't know the actual words... ^_^U)
"Yoshioka-sensei! I can't hear what this chick is saying," Mai's voice shouted.
"Me neither," another said.
"Mazaki-san, do you think you could read with more feelings?" the teacher asked.
Just was she predicted. The whispering and chuckling amoung her peers. She felt herself sinking lower and lower and the chattering increased. "You all should cut it out! She has just moved here, imagine how she feels right now," He turned to Anzu and smiled. "You may take your seat,"
Anzu did as she was directed. She brushed her index finger over her eyes, wiping away the fallen tears. Malik watched the girl as she continued her actions.
'I hate this school... as much as my old one...' she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted as a piece of paper landed on her desk. She looked to her right at Malik, who was attempting to pay attention during the lesson. Anzu unfolded the paper and began to read it:
'You dropped something yesterday when
you ran away from me yesterday... It was a
A picture of a mother and child. Hope you're
not to afraid to write reply back.'
'Mother and child...?' she thought. "OH!" she exclaimed as fast as she covered her mouth.
Malik hesitantly turned his head toward Anzu, an awkward looked etched on his face and a sweat drop on the side of his face. Students turned their heads to her. The teacher turned his head to Anzu. "Mazaki- san, is everything all right?" he asked.
"Er...um... there was a rat over there," Malik lied as he pointed to the ground.
"RAT!?" the class cried as they jumped on top of their seats.
'I was only kidding...' the boy thought as he watch his idiotic class getting worked up.
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It was free time in the class. Students looked over at the Malik, who seemed to be conversating with Anzu. "Woah... who would of thought Malik would already hit on the new girl?" one boy asked among his friends.
Mai was stunned. Her face grew from saddness to angry, then jealousy. "Not like she looks 'all that.' So why the hell is Malik talking to her for!?' she said, practically yelling at her friends.
Anzu held her head down throughout the conversation, hiding her fear and blush. Her body continued to tremble, her hands grasping tightly on her skirt. "Do you use models for your drawings?" Malik asked as he plopped his elbows in an upward position, while cradling his chin in his palms.
"Well... that is..." she hesitated, feeling the heat rush to her face. "I watch moms and their childrens, so it's more of an idea really..."
"So that picture you were drawing yesterday, did you watch someone dance while drawing it?"
She shook her head quickly and sighed. "No... I... I just have some images etched in my head, then I draw them on paper..."
"Amazing..." he uttered.
Anzu lifted her head up slowly, partially meeting Malik's lilacs. "Why... did you held onto it?"
"Why?" he echoed while lifting his head from his palms. "Because it was beautiful... and so intriguing. It's awesome..." his stern face lighten up as his lips curved up to a small grin.
'Why would anyone hang on to that...?' Anzu thought. It was weird, how his words went straight to her. No one really acknowledge her artwork except for her grandparents and brother. She brought her head back down, and continued to stare off at her desk, listening to Malik going on about her artwork abilities.
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Anzu walked through the halls, heading toward the door which lead to outside. Peers hurried passed her, freeing themselves for the prison which was known as school. "Mazaki-san?" an unfamiliar feminine voice cried out from behind.
Anzu turned behind her, seeing a woman around her 30's, short wavy hair pulled back in a small bun, running toward her. "Y-yes...?" Anzu stuttered.
"My name is Ms. Kaneko, I'm the art teacher," she introduced herself as she slightly bowed her head. "Someone has told that you are a very good artist, and even showed me a piece of your work,"
"Someone told you... about me...?" Anzu repeated, making sure she heard correctly. 'Someone showed her my sketch? Probably Ryou..."
"Yes, a nice, young gentleman... Well, not so much as a gentleman unfortunately..."
'It couldn't have been Ryou... then who could it have...'
"You might have heard his name around the halls. Ishtar Malik?"
'MALIK!? How could he!? That sketch I drew... he showed it to the art teacher...?!' "Oh..." she mumbled aloud.
"And I just have to say..."
'Uh-oh... here it come... she's going to tell me how bad it is...'
"...It's the best piece of work I have seen from such a young student! I would be happy to have you enter our club! You can stay after today,"
Anzu blinked. It was...great? Her head slowly lifted to the teacher's, seeing a smile upon her lips. "Well I... I will love to stay after..."
"That's wonderful-"
"....But my brother might be worried if I'm not waiting for him out in front of the gates..."
"Then we'll have someone inform him then! His name?"
"Bakura Ryou..."
The woman looked at Anzu strangely. "Are you two...?"
"He's my half brother,"
"Ah, I understand. I'll call the offince and them inform him about you staying after," With everything finished, Ms. Kaneko and Anzu headed toward the art room.
As they reached the room and entered it, Anzu was in awe. The walls were filled with different pieces of art from different artists throughtout Europe and Japan. The teached lead Anzu to her seat. "You will be using this model right here," she pointed out.
"Mars?"
"Mmmhmm," she nodded. "I'll call the office now,"
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"Seems like we beat them again," Malik stated as he sprawled out on the basketball court.
"You play hard, didn't even give them a chance to make a shot," Jou replied as he took off his white T-shirt, which revealed an exposing body shirt.
"Well, you do know that gas money isn't cheap,"
"But it has to be cool to be on your own though,"
"Likely. Being broke most of the time is all that enjoying,"
Malik stood up and stretched. He picked up his blue fuku jacket; flipping it over his shoulder. "Where you going?" Jou asked as he stayed on the ground.
"Find that girl..."
"Why don't you just leave her alone, Malik? It's pretty obvious she isn't into your type. I even heard she's guy-phobic..."
"'Guy-phobic?' " Malik echoed, arching his left eyebrow. "The girl just moved here and there's already rumors about her?"
"Well, I... Before you came to class, I was talking to a few of the guys. My hand was slightly on her desk, and I moved it a bit further, touching her hand by accidently, and she jerked it away... like it was dirty or something,"
Malik's eyebrow was still arched. He turned his head around, stuffing his hands in his pocket. "And what were YOU doing when you took your shower this morning?" he said slyly.
Taking a few minutes to completely understand the insult, Jou stood up in protest. "Just takin' my shower, thank you very much! I would NEVER do that!"
"Just because you can't no other way to... 'pleasure' yourself, doesn't mean you have to lie about it," Malik started to head toward the school, leaving a very upset Jou behind.
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The art room was very quiet. The other members of the club already left, as Anzu continued to draw. The teacher stepped out for a second, leaving Anzu alone by herself. 'I wonder how Jii-sama and Baa-sama are doing." Anzu thought. 'He was pretty ill when we last saw him...' Her thoughts stopped as she heard the door open slightly. It revealed a familiar man, short light hair and glasses. "Yoshioka-sensei..." Anzu said quietly.
"Mazaki-san, school ended hours ago..." he said as he walked up to her.
"I just entered the Art Club... and Kaneko-sensei said I could stay here a little longer..." Anzu replied shyly as she pushed up her glasses.
The man walked closer to her, observing her art. "You are a very good drawer," He placed his arms on her shoulder. "And this must be a very talented hand..." His hand overlapped hers, while his other snaked its way under her shirt, feeling what lies beneath the cloth.
Anzu froze as the hands took pleasure on her chest. "Yoshioka- sensei..." She felt herself calling his name, but no sound spoke aloud. The busy hands paralyzed Anzu, causing her to become mute.
"Hey!" a deep masculine voice yelled from the door. 'Yoshioka- sensei...?' The boy thought.
'Malik!' Anzu ccried in her mind as she and the teacher turned to the Egyptian.
The teacher removed his hands from the girl, blushing ferociously as he fixed his tie. "I do not believe that you are in the Art Club, Ishtar. So what business do you have here!?"
"Last time I checked, you weren't either." Malik walked to a framed painting. "So you cannot enter the Art Studio unless you're part of the club, eh?" He lifted on picture up gently. "I think I should enter the club as well," He placed the picture down.
"Don't fool yourself! No way you can draw, Ishtar!" the teacher protested.
"Maybe I have a secret talent within me," He turned his attention to the teacher. "I can fool myself all I want," He smirked slightly before finishing. "...But at least I go after girls my own age,"
Mr. Yoshioka face was stunned, wish turned to to angry with a pinch of embarrassment. "And what proof do you have of such nonsense!?"
Malik picked up a small x-acto knife, and a pencil. "What are doing, Ishtar!?"
He turned to the teacher. "Relax. I am merely sharpening this pencil," He licked the blade gently, a sinister smirk upon his face. "Not like... I was planning on cutting that pathetic look off your face or anything..."
The intended threat frighten Mr. Yoshioka, causing him to run out of the class. While he ran, he bumped into a small, fragile body. The man gathered himself up, and continued his run. The boy looked at the teacher, then at the door from which he ran from. 'Strange...' he mumbled. He looked through the door frame, seeing a shy auburn hair girl, and a tall tanned blonde. "Nee-chan...?" he mumbled. "What happened...?" He stood quietly at his place, listening carefully to the conversation.
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"Amateur..." Malik mumbled as he placed the knife back in the box. His head whipped at the frighten girl. "What the hell is wrong with you, girl!?" The replied he got was a tear-stained face, few drops of the tears splattered on her glasses. He smirked some, and walked toward the scared girl. He kneedled down some, meeting her level. "If you look scared like that, any man will think he can just have his way with you. Should have at least charged him money..."
His eyes were caught by the picture she was drawing. He looked over at the figure that stood on the left. "You're drawing is like a photograph..." He looked back at her sketch. "It's dead-on, you're pretty good." His head turned back to the model as he walked up to it. "Who is this guy...?" he asked, the question not exactly intended to Anzu. "M-A-R- S... Mars?" He turned back to Anzu. "The planet?"
Anzu lifted up her head some, echoing the name. "Mars..." She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Most people think... it's a planet, but he's also in Roman mythology too..."
"Roman Mythology? A god?"
"A soldier... The god of war..."
Malik reached up the the model's face, looking at it intensely. "For someone to be so violent, he has a gentle face, doesn't he?"
Anzu's eyes widen as she saw Malik leaning in deeper to the model. His mouth cloed over the statue, his hand on the podium which held the model. Ryou watched as well, until he saw a boy walking toward his way. He left the front door of the studio as the new boy entered the room. "Malik!" the boy's voice called out.
Malik pulled his face away from the model, looking up at his friend. "What're you doing? C'mon," he said as he stepped back in the hall, waiting for his friend.
Malik reached in his pocket, and tossed Anzu 2000 yen. "Unlike the idiot who fleed out of here, I know how to pay someone for showing me a good time," We smirked and winked at Anzu. "See ya next time," At that, he left.
Anzu picked up the bills, and held them close to her chest. 'What is this feeling?' she thought. 'Something... has just been born in me...'
Malik walked out the door, with Jou by his side. "What were you doing in the art club?! I hope you weren't frightening the poor girl!" Jou exclaimed.
"Hold you're leash... I was just doing some art appreciation. Wanted to see if she joined the Art Club. I told that teacher about Anzu..."
Jou crossed his arms. "Now you're nice to her... then you're going to break her heart, causing her to hate men more,"
"Give it a break," Malik responded in a annoyed voice.
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Anzu exited the art club, having her book bag hit her knees as she walked. She spotted Ryou by himself for a change. She jogged over to him. "Sorry about coming out so late... I didn't know I'll join the Art Club... or stay after this late..."
It took Ryou to replied, as he remember the incident in the art studio. 'How dare he touch Nee-san like that!?' he thought, already guessing the clumpsy teacher was the one who Anzu, mostly Malik, was talking about. "It's okay." he replied, masking his face with a smile.
"Are you feeling alright?" Anzu asked as she looked up at her younger brother.
"I feel fine," {Such a pathtic lie...} The other self within Ryou snarled. {You know you are angered by the conversation your sister and that boy had.}
[I do not feel angry,]
{Do not deny it, light. As you know, I'm very fond of you when you're upset... especially upset over something like this...}
[That's why I don't want to be upset. You take over my body easily when I am.]
{But... don't you want to get rid of the man who placed his hands upon your sister?}
Ryou stayed quiet. He had to admit, he did want to somehow punish the man who made his sister cried; the man roaming his hands over her body. His anger rose slowly, causing his dark self to sinisterly smile. {Am I wrong, light?}
Ryou ignore the voice, continuing to walk along with his sister. {And you know you want to get rid of that mortal boy she was talking to as well.}
"Let's go to the grocery store, so I can buy stuff for dinner," Anzu said as she and her brother waited for the next bus to come.
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"Ishitar! Wait up!" a boy's voice cried out as he ran after the the Egyptian. Malik turned around at the call of his name. He looked at the boy who called him. "I'm captian of the basketball team. I was wondering if you'll like to try out for the team. I'll even make you starter."
Malik crossed his arms. "I have way more important things to do than waste my energy like that," he replied, as he walked off in his own direction.
The captain of the boy's basketball team turned to his friend, who was standing next to him. "What's his problem?"
"I told you not to ask him. He races motorcycles, he could could less about the basketball team."
"For real? He has a racing lisence?"
"Yeah, he even won the 4-hour Endurance race when he was 14."
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(Next day, after school)
"That is really looking nice, Anzu." Ms. Koneko commented as she walked by. "I see you have an interest in modern dance?"
Anzu looked up at her teacher and nodded slowly. "I study a lot about it..." Anzu replied. She continued drawing.
'I want to get that new game..." Anzu thought as she drew her dancing woman. 'But I don't have that game system... I need a-"
"Psst! Anzu!" A voice harshly whispered. She turned her head to the voice. The whipser came from the door.
"Malik...?" Anzu sofly said.
"Alright, and that's it for today," Ms. Kaneko announced aloud. The students stood up and exit the door, almost trampling Malik down. A small sweat drop appeared on the side of Anzu's face.
She walked up to the boy. "You... could have waited just a few seconds more..." Anzu said softly while looking up at Malik.
He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... I guess so." He looked at his other hand, which held the folder from a couple of days ago. "Oh yeah1 I wanted to give this back to you." He handed her the folder. "Sorry it's all crumpled up. I just... wasn't thinking and I shoved it in my pocket."
Anzu took hold of the folder, and looked down at the ground. "It's... only a sketch. Once I draw it on the canvas, I don't need it anymore."
"What!? So you're just going to throw it out like that!?" he almost yelled while saying it to her. He face grew in a look of disbelief.
'What's he getting so mad about...?' It's just a stupid sketch...'
His face grew back to normal. "If you're planning on throwing it away... do you think... I could have it?" He grew slightly excited, hoping the anticipating answer would bring him joy.
"That's fine... I suppose..." She pushed up her glasses.
"Really!?" a smile grew across his face.
"If you want..." He smiles like a little boy... "I'll even give you the oil painting when it's done..." How could this be the same Malik from the other day?
"Are you...serious...?" His voice spoken unsure words, as did his face. It was hard to believe that'll he get something so graceful, which took a lot of time and effort in. "You would... really give it to me?"
The same Malik... who I heard so much about... who would give cruel eyes to others...
"But, that's just asking for too much. I can't just take it for free." He stood there, his hand over his chin, thinking what he could give to Anzu for the painting. "And I'm broke right now... Anything I can do for you?"
Anzu stood there, waiting for his answer. Her head hung over, looking at the tiled floor. She jumped when she heard his answer. "I'll protect you," Her eyes widen in disbelief this time. "If anything happens to you, I'll always stand by your side."
He walked a little bit ahead of her. "It's probably the only thing I am good at." He turned around as he thought of another idea. "There is one more thing I'm good for. If you ever feel like fooling around around, I'll lend you my body,"
He glanced at Anzu. 'I wonder if she knows what I mean by that...' he thought. He walked down the stairs, leaving the girl standing there in thought.
"Will.... WILL YOU LEND ME YOUR BODY!?" Malik's foot slipped on a stair, causing him to tumble down. A sweat drop appeared on Anzu as she watched him fall down.
"Wh-what!?" hoping he heard right.
'In the 16 years lived... I have never said...' She walked down the stairs, looking down at Malik. "I want you to model for me," '... Anything so bold...' A blush swept across her face as the two walked back to the art studio.
"So, do I get naked or something?" Malik asked as he took off his first shirt. Quickly, Anzu shook her head no as soon as the question was asked. "Oh... I thought we were doing nude or something,"
"No...the top shirt is fine... And then... sit on that chair..." Malik did as he was directed.
She began to sketch Malik. 'He looked so beautiful when he kissed Mars in that crimson sunset...' she thought as the flash back played in her head. 'He may have been fooling around, but... it really moved me.'
"When I said I'll lend you my body," he started off saying while he place his elbow on the chair. "I didn't know it'll be for modeling." A smirk crept up on his face. "But... I would rather help with something that makes you feel good..." his seducted voice said lowly. A sweat drop appear when he saw Anzu replied with intensive eyes that weren't even looking at him.
"So, is it true that you hate guys?" Anzu jumped from the question. She glanced up at Malik as he continued. "It's starting to go around."
'Go around...? People... actually notice me...? Not good...'
"So what's you're deal? Into girls?"
"Sit still..." she said mechanically. "It's hard to draw."
Malik crossed his legs. "You should be smart enough to know the difference. I'm a real person, unlike the statue over there."
He turned his chair around backwards, and sat back into it. "By the way, Mars-was it Mars? I thought I'd heard the name before. Nostradamus prophesized 'bout him." he said, ignoring the previous conversation.
"He said in July 1999, a terrifying king would come and the world would be ruled by Mars. What do you think the world would be like if it was ruled by a war god?"
"You... believe in prophecies?" Anzu asked.
"Even if I didn't believe in them, the world's going to collaspe. Everything's so screwed-up."
"That's true... but... you don't care if the world ends...?"
"I can tell the future's not that great. I just wish it'll hurry up and come. Wonder how it'll end?" he yarned a little. He looked over at the clock. "Shouldn't you be going home now?"
"No... I have to wait for my brother. He's in track." Anzu replied.
"Oh? You have a brother? What's his name?"
"Ryou..."
"Ryou? Hmm... I heard that name somewhere." He rested his head on the chair. "All the girls like him... he's trying to take my place..." With that, he fell asleep.
Anzu stood up, walked over to him, and knelt down. "He has such a beautiful face... He looks better up close..." she said to herself.
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"How was track?" Anzu asked Ryou as they walked up to their apartment.
"It hurts.... My legs feel really weak." Ryou replied, rubbing one of his legs.
"Well, it's better than football, since you won't get pushed over... and you really don't know the rules for basketball... and you're not that quite ready for wrestling."
"Nee-chan... didn't have to make a list of the sports I can't do."
Anzu opened the door. "You could join cheerleading. You'll make a cute girl," she teased with a wink.
When they entered, a box stood in front of them. "Hmm... must be a delivery when we were out..." Anzu knelt down to the box, and opened it. It revealed an odd shape golden ring, a Playstation 2 (don't own that either) and a DDR mat. (or that -_-') "It's... it's the game I wanted!" Anzu exclaimed. She read the note that was taped to the ring:
Dear Anzu and Ryou,
I hope you two are doing just fine in Domino. I wish I could say we are doing fine here. Your Jii-sama and I are very ill. The doctors said it's not fatal, so that is somewhat a relief. I'll pay for your bills at the end of this month. We sent you two some important items. The golden ring in the box is from Egypt. It is known as the Sennen Ring. When I was going through our stuff, the ring reminded me of Ryou. So that is for him. And I know how much you love to dance, so Anzu, I bought that Playstation 2 and the DDR mat for you to practice your dancing. At the bottom of the box should help you two out until the end of the month. And you should send us your latest paintings Anzu so we can hand them up. Well, I hope you two are very happy even after everything that has happened. And... we still haven't found her yet... Well, we wish we can visit you. Take care.
Love,
Baa-saama and Jii-sama.
Anzu lifted the golden ring, and handed to Ryou. "It's beautiful Ryou," Anzu said in awe.
Ryou tied it around his neck, and smile approvingly. "And I'll never take it off... only when I have to."
Anzu took out the the game system and mat. With Ryou's help, they carried it to the TV which was held up on a stand. Anzu walk back to the box and took out an envelope. She opened it, reveling yen bills. 'I better put this somewhere safe so I won't lose it,' she thought. She walked over to a box which was in a draw. She placed the money in it and walked back to Ryou.
"Nee-chan! Try it out!"
"After homework and dinner. And Ryou, take your pill."
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(Goal: Trying to get to the part where Malik licks the blood from Anzu's cut finger. -_-' So much typing...)
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"Malik is soo hot!" one girl exclaimed in front of her friends.
"The Egyptian with the long, blonde hair? He should be a model!" another said.
"I wanna snag him!"
"Want all you want... he has a girlfriend..."
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"Malik, I have break up with you." a girl with thick, pink, lips and long light brown hair. "You're still a Junior and have time to spend. But I, a Senior, have to study for college exams." She flipped her hair up and started to walk away. "It's not like we can go on with our little playtime,"
"Oh, okay." he replied and started to walk away. "Good luck with studying,"
The girl turned around with a shock look on her face. She yanked on the Malik's arm, holding him back. "WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU!?" She released his arm. "Is it true... that you're after some girl in the art studio!? I've heard you've been fooling around with her!"
"Anzu? No... I didn't do anything."
"It's too late if you've done something!"
"What the hell are you so mad about? You said you wanted to break up."
"It was a trick, idiot! I even bought you that Bulgari watch!"
"I didn't ask for it,"
"Then give back the damn thing!"
"I don't have it anymore. I pawned it."
"I can't believe you!!!"
"But the motorcycle repairs..."
"Which is more important!? The damn motorcycle or me!?"
There was an awkward silence. Malik slightly turned his head away from the girl, not wanting to make direct eye contact after he was about to say. "... The bike..."
Rika: O.O
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Guess I can't really model for you with a face like this..." Malik said as he laughed nervously.
Anzu eyes widen under her glasses. "What... happened?"
Malik looked up, trying to think of a good excuse. He scratched his head and replied, "A cat did it,"
"There's a cat that wears nail polish in school?" Ms. Kaneko said as she walked in the art studio.
""You haven't gotten old just for show, did you?" Malik stated to the teacher as he patted her back rather roughly, and walked off.
"I'm afraid to think how that boy will be like when he's older." She turned to Anzu. "You better watch out for guys like him, Anzu. He'll destroy you for life."
If this the old me... I would've thought the same thing...
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(A few more pages! ^_^)
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It's true Malik's messed-up... but who isn't these days? He pushes the boundaries... But I don't sense any selfishness... He's just confident... No matter how well you hide it, selfishness seeps out slowly... spreading its awful stench.
Anzu had flash backs of the assult she had encounter with her teacher, Mr. Yoshioka. She sat in class staring at him. 'I can't believe this man could do such a thing...' she thought.
"So, who can do this sentences construction?" Mr. Yoshioka said to the class.
"It's too hard!" students cried out.
'If Malik haven't walked in that time...' She turned over to a sleeping Malik. "I'll Protect You,"
"Malik, how about you try it?" the teacher announced.
Students looked back at Malik, whispering how he wouldn't be able to solve the sentence. "Hey asshole, you're up." Jou said as he kicked the bottom of Malik's seat.
"Huh...?" the awaken boy said dazedly. He rubbed his eyes and walked up to the board.
'I can't believe it... Is this... harassment?'
"What's wrong, Ishtar? You're such a big man on the court, but not in class?" commented Mr. Yoshioka.
Malik glanced over at the teacher, then smirked. "It's you're fault I woke up." He began to write on the board.
This teahcer, who appears to be good, is actually a terrible person who sexually harnesses his female students!
He went over to his desk, while tossing the chalk back at the teacher. "Nice try, but I live in L.A. after Egypt, I know my English."
"Malik knows English too?" one student said.
"Yeah, guess that's three languages right there," another said.
As Malik walked back to his seat, Anzu's hand was slightly out. He smirked, and slapped down at it. Just for that second, Anzu returned the smile. Rumors already spread around the class about what Malik wrote on the board.
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Malik zoomed off into the main road on his motorcycle. As a light came up, he pushed down on his brake, but the bike wasn't responding. Almost crashing into a truck, he swiftly turned left, and stopped by using his read brakes.
"You're break pads were taken off!?" the repair man exclaimed as he was fixing the motorcycle. "That's a vicious trick. Someone has a grudge on you?"
"Too many to count."
The man shook his head. "You and your crazy life Well, seems like everything's fine."
"Good thing those rear breaks were working. Kaiba gave a great bike,"
"Too bad 'bout what happened to him. Man... to loose a leg..." He turned to Malik. "You're gonna race?"
"No, my bike's out of service and I'm broke. My father stopped sending me money." He took out a cigarette. "Got a lighter?"
"Yeah, here." The man handed the small lighter. "You guys got into a fight?"
"He keeps telling me to stop riding,"
"He's just worried about you, man. You should go back home."
"And go even more nuts living there?" He took a puff from the cigarette. "Got enough problems to deal with, and going back there won't help."
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Mr. Yoshioka exited the class. A hand was placed on he shoulder, make him quvier slightly. He turned to the owner of the arm. "You play hard, Yoshioka-senshi." Malik said. "Almost ended up in the hospital."
The teacher looked at him, puzzled yet frighten. "What are you talking about, Ishtar?"
"Made quite an impact, you know. I see you in a whole new light." He leaned closer to his ear. "And I think...we should go all out if we're gonna play like this..." he said slyly in the man's ear. The grip on Yoshioka tighten up as well. "And you know... this is really the only time I can go crazy... being a minor..."
He pulled himself away and walked down the stairs. "That's your white Infiniti right? Wouldn't drive it around if I were you..."
Yoshioka dropped himself on the ground. He knew cutting the breaks from the bike will only mean a stronger revenge. How he wished he haven't picked on Malik to fool around with.
~Did you hear? Yoshioka-sensei quit~
~Wonder what happened?"~
~Beats me... he was a good teacher~
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Anzu sat at her desk during homeroom. 'Hope that track practice is helping Ryou out. He looks dehydrated everyday...' she thought as she sharpened her pencil.
"Malik, hun, heard you broke up with that Rika chick," Mai said as she sat comfortably on his desk. "Good thing you ditched that old hag,"
"Old hag? She's just a year older than you," Malik replied, annoyed.
"She didn't suit you. Such a snobby bitch," She shifted a leg on top of the other. "Hey, take me for a ride on your bike someday,"
"No way,"
"Come on, why no?"
"She gets jealous when I let girls ride,"
"Really!?
"Yup, she scratches and stuff,"
Anzu smiled slightly at his remark. Mai sensed this. She kicked Anzu's desk lightly, but enough for her to fumble with the small knife. "Oh, sorry! My foot hit your desk," she said, plastering her face with an apologetic face.
Anzu looked at her bleeding thumb. The scarlet liquid bled freely onto her hand.
"What the hell were you thinking? You klutz!"
Malik stood up from his desk, and took hold of her thumb. His mouth gently landed on the wound, licking the blood from thumb. Heads turned as they all seen the scene. Jou looked speechless, along with Mai.
Anzu's heart thump rather fast and loud, hoping Malik couldn't hear it. Her face turned red, losing her breath. She hated the stares, hated getting attention. 'Why must he do this!?' Her body was unable to respond with her mind. She wanted to jerk away her from his gentle mouth, put her paralyzed body wouldn't allow it. 'They'll never stop talking about me now...'
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DONE! ^_^ Yay! It's been like two days since I said what I typed on top. Kinda got tired of typing. And I have 3 reviews! So happy! ^_^ And yeah... I kinda forgot to put the couples... wasn't really thinking... -_-' Well, I'll write some more later on, but not right now. Well, bye!
