MARS
*Walks to the center of the stage, holding her laptop, crying* Thank you, for giving me the honor to have EIGHT reviews! First off, I'll like to thank God for making this all happen. And I'll like to thank my mom, couldn't do it without you! And I wanna thank my brother, Archie, and Shoshanah, Amber, Home Coming Queen Amber, my gurl Shad( and Shalisah! Also wanna thank April, Adrian, Timmy, Lil Myron, Quay-Quay (love ya girl!) And my friends in shop, Geda! ) , 'Chelle ), and ) and... oops...going a lil too far. My bad! -_-' But I'm sooo happy that I got reviews! ^_^
I don't own Yuu-Gi-Oh, nor MARS, nor the titles of my chapter. Wonder if any one guess where my titles came from anyway. Guess ya'll never know... -_- Well, anyway... I HATE BUYING LONG SERIES! Stupid MARS gotta be 15 books long! Throughout my three friends (yeah, I'm practically friendless -_-) I always get books with the characters have some kind of screwed-up background pr cross-dresser (Fushigi Yuugi & Girl Got Game.) I only have three series so far and Shounen Jump. My friend Jen, (if you like Gundam Wing stuff, read her stuff ^_^) gets manga with some kind of modeling or something really perverted-like (and she's so innocent too) (Paradise Kiss, INVU, Chobits, ect.) 'Chelle (If you like Harry Potter and Gundam Wing, check out her stuff ^_^) somehow pick out Shounen-Ai stuff (Gravitation, Demon Diary) and she was going to get FAKE just to show us its weird artwork, and then trade it, but she got "Kill Me Kiss Me," instead. And Geda... hmmm... can't really describe what kind of stuff she gets... she gets really pretty manga! (If you like FY, read her stuff ^_^) And Chelle rubbed off on her when she bought "Petshop of Horrors" That's a really great series though. And she got confusing Planet Ladder -_-'.
Well, I know I should shut up, and write!
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I Have Something That's Only For You, A Secret
(Goal: Trying to get to the part where Mai's just about crush Anzu's fingers)
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"MALIK!" the enraged blonde cried out. "Are you out of your damn mind!?"
Malik turned his head toward his upset friend, who was also in his gym as well. He raised an eyebrow. "What...?"
"Don't 'WHAT' me! How could you treat poor Anzu like that?!" his face turned slightly red, out of anger, but Malik sensed something else. "She just moved here! And you're just TRYING to make her stand out!"
Malik brushed his flaxen hair back, leaning against the floor with his arm spread out behind his back. "Is that what's pissing you off?"
"You're so naïve! There's tons of girls who wanna go out with you! Why do you have to act that way in front of them!? You're just antagonizing her!"
A slight sweat appeared on the side of Malik's head. "It's not like there's a shortage of girls for you! So why do you have to go after such an innocent girl!?" the boy rambled on.
Malik smirked. "You like her... don't you Jou?"
Jou's face flushed; his body slightly trembling from his friend's remark. "Wha-? What the hell you're getting that from!?"
"Well, it was somewhat strange that you kept going on about her. If you like her, why not tell her that?"
Jou stared down at the floor, his face still revealing scarlet. "You don't get it! I mean... I was crushed about what happened the other day..."
Malik placed a finger on his chin, refreshing his mind about what happened to his annoying friend. "Oh yeah..." He turned back to Jou, a slight sweat drop on his face. "She said you were dirty or something, didn't she?"
Malik's head flew back as a pale-skin hand than his collapsed over his head. "Are you that dumb!? Don't say anything to her!"
"What the hell's your fucking problem, you stupid dog!" Malik gripped a hold of the boy's T-shirt.
"There's nothing' wrong with me! And stop calling me a dog, jackass!"
"Man, they're so immature..." a boy said from a distance, observing the two fighting boys.
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Anzu face was still slightly scarlet, as she still felt the warm touch on her now band-aided finger. She held her thumb up to her chest, feeling her heart beat rather fast. "You've got quite an attitude," a familiar voice said within feet away from Anzu.
Anzu looked up, only to see Mai and her friends. Anzu began to take steps back, suddenly stopping as she felt her back hit a wall. Mai and her friends only came closer. "Don't think you're special and popular just because Malik's been giving you some attention," Mai said coldly, her hands on her hips. "He would never give you a second look... Don't try to snag him for yourself! Do you even have a clue about yourself?"
Anzu pushed up her glasses, looking down at the slightly dizzy ground. "I... wasn't trying to... I only asked him to model..."
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, DAMNIT!" Anzu's head jerked back, feeling her glasses coming off her face. She held on her pained cheek. "You're such an eyesore," Mai walked closer to the girl, who fallen down on the ground. "Never speak, just sit there and draw... and you just moved here! Always looking pathetically sad... just makes me sick!" Mai turned her head around sharply, starting to walk back. "You better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Little bitch... or you're gonna get it..."
Anzu silently cried, whimpering at both the threat and the stinging pain on from her cheek. A girl with black hair walked up to Anzu. "Poor thing... she's crying." She took off Anzu's shoes. "Oh! They're so cute!" She looked inside the shoe. "Too small," The girl walked up to the dumpster, tossing the shoes out. "Too bad they're useless," She caught up to Mai and the others, walking off.
She slowly stood up, tears forcing their way to flow out. She dragged herself to her shoe locker. "Guess they took my sneakers too..." she sighed as she looked inside.
The bell rang as soon as Anzu checked for her stolen shoes. She walked slowly to class, already knowing she was late. She tasted her salty tears as some left her eyes. 'Stupid Malik... stupid school... stupid Domino...' she thought she wiped her tears away, using her sleeves, just before entering the class.
"Mazaki-san? Do you know the bell rang a while ago?" the teacher said as he looked up by the door. Mai silently laughed, along with a few others as they realized the late girl didn't have any shoes. Anzu walked quietly to her seat, sulking in her chair, trying so hard not to cry.
Malik looked over at Anzu, observing her sad expression, almost pitying the look. His eyes lowered down as he saw only socks covering her small feet. "Anzu..." he softly mumbled in pity.
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The final bell rang, its annoying ring being the relief of all students as they left the class. Anzu placed her books in her bag. 'Ryou has a track meet, so that means I don't have to hang around the school since there isn't Art Club... maybe DDRing might make me feel-'
"What happened to your shoes?" Malik asked, slightly startling the girl, who though she was the only one left in the class.
Anzu whipped her head around to face the concerned Egyptian. Her eyes widen a bit, then went into its state as she lowered her head. "They didn't fit... so I threw them out..." she replied in a void voice, placing her bag's strap around her shoulder.
"You expect me to believe something that pathetic? Who got you?"
Anzu headed toward the door, then stopped as she reached the exited. "Not like you care... It's none of your business anyway, Malik." She continued to walk, leaving the muddled boy in the class.
'Why don't... he just leave me alone...?' the girl thought as she walked down the stairs.
"ANZU! WAIT!" Malik called out as he skipped down a few stairs. Making sure Anzu wouldn't walk off on him, he firmly grabbed her arm. "It really isn't none of my business?"
Anzu took a few breaths. Just Malik, so close to her again, touching her arm, was enough to make her slightly loose her breath. She lifted her head up a bit, eyes pleading with sadness. "Have... any of your girlfriends ever been bullied before...?
"No..."
Anzu dropped her head back down. "That's... the problem with me..." She signed, turning away from the handsome, concerned boy. "I'm slow... and stupid... and I'm already annoying to the people here..."
"Then... why don't you get mad?"
"If I do, they'll get me again..."
"So? Get them back,"
"But then... we'd end up hurting each other..."
"So what?" Malik stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You're not afraid of anything, are you?"
"Afraid... of a lot of things. You wouldn't understand what I'm going through," Anzu walked away, yet to be stopped again by Malik's call after her.
"You're... not going home like that?"
Anzu turned her head back slowly. "Not like I can't walk... besides, my brother is waiting for me at home," She walked off again.
'You're not such a wuss after all...' "ANZU!"
'Why can't... he just leave me alone...?' Anzu continued walking as the boy ran up to her, grabbing hold of her arm again.
"How 'bout I give you a ride home? Where do you live?"
Anzu looked at the motorcycle, which wasn't too far away from where she was standing. "Bu... but you said no one is allowed to ride it..."
"Well... I... changed my mind."
"I... never been on one before..."
"Just hang on to me," Malik began to hand her the helmet. "Do you... not want me to drive you home?"
~Do you even have a clue about yourself?~
~Better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Or you're gonna get it...~
~He would never give you a second look... ~
Malik felt the uneasiness coming from the girl, as she stood there, as is she were in a different world. It finally hit him. "That's right... You don't like men, right? I forgot..."
~Don't think you're special and popular just because Malik's been giving you some attention~
'But... I don't think that... I don't!'
~...or you're gonna get it...~
Anzu brought her hands out in front of her, reaching for the offering helmet. Malik smirked, helping her with the helmet. "Aren't... you gonna wear one?"
Malik placed hi gloves over his bronzed skin afterwards. "It's nice riding with one off once in a while... just as long the cops don't catch us." He hopped on the motorcycle, feeling as soon as he got on, Anzu's arms making their way around his waist. He blushed slightly. "If we die... I'm sorry..."
Anzu rested her head on his back as they began to move. 'For some reason right now... I don't care... if I die...'
"See ya later, Jou!" Malik cried out as he kicked his friend in the back. He stuck out his tongue at his fallen friend, who was rubbing his bottom.
"MALIK!? With... ANZU!?"
'I wonder if this is what they mean...to 'become a slave to love...?'
"MAI!" a girl voice cried as she looked out the window. "It's Malik! ... With Anzu!"
"What...?"
'I don't know what lies ahead...
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... But I want to keep going forever...'
"Is this the right apartment complex?" Malik asked as he stopped the motorcycle, looking up at the complex.
"Ye- yeah..." @.@
"O.o Are you alright...?"
"Feels like I've been on a roller coaster," Malik smiled a bit, not really trying to show Anzu.
Anzu stepped off of the motorcycle. "I-" she began to say. "I just want to apologize for being rude the other day at school and running off," Anzu said, bowing her body at the Egyptian.
"No, it's alright. Guess it was a good thing that you did ran off... Or I would have been late to the hospital..."
"Are you... sick? Why were you there? If... you don't mind me asking..."
"I'm fine... I was just visiting my friend. They had to amputate his leg after a racing accident. He had talent... yet, no luck."
Two men on motorcycles drove by the two, whistling at the girl. "Check out the lovebirds!" one of them said. He looked back at his motorcycle. "Whoa! He's no limits!"
Malik watched as the drove away. "Those type of guys never die," he said with a smirk. "That is because they don't ride fast. They don't want to push it."
"Do... a lot of people die on motorcycles?" Anzu asked.
"It's more dangerous than a 4-wheeler, but it's fine if you ride slow. But I can't help but to speed anyway," he said, slightly chuckling at the last part he said.
"Riding fast is such a rush," he continued, taking the helmet from Anzu. "And if I had to trade this feeling in, I wouldn't mind dying.
"I... kinda understand what you mean," Anzu looked down, pushing her glasses up. "I was a little scared at first..."
"Thank you... for entrusting me with your life."
The words pulled strings at Anzu's heart. Before she even knew it, tears began to tumble down her cheek. She attempted to wipe them away. "I- I'm sorry. I know you probably didn't mean it... Just 'in the moment' " she started to say in sobs, "... But when you said that you'd protect me, it made me so happy. And it gave me so much courage too as well..." She covered her face. "I know I must sound so stupid too..."
Malik's trembling hand reached out to the girl, anticipating to calm her down, but it failed her body was jerked in an awkward embrace from another. "What... have you done to my sister...!?" Ryou shouted out, almost crying along with his sister.
Malik looked at the young boy. Tears came freely out of his eyes as well. 'Her brother...' Malik thought. 'He's like him...'
"What... did you do to make Nee-chan cry!?" his voice raising slightly higher than before. He felt his other side taking advantage of the situation.
Anzu hugged her brother tight from behind, who was now in front of her. "Ryou! Calm down!" she pleaded. "Stop angering yourself! There's nothing wrong with me! See!" Anzu plastered a smile on her face. "I'm smiling!" crying out in desperation, hoping her smile convinced him.
Good enough, Ryou turned around to face his sister, seeing her smile once more. He felt his rage calming down, and his other self slowly fading. Feeling glad that he was just about to take his medicine, he popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.
After explaining the situation to her brother, he dropped to his knees, bowing down to the Egyptian in front of him. "I'm so sorry! I get... really worried if Nee-chan is hurt."
"It's alright," Malik reassured the boy, but still felt slightly bewildered. He stretched his arm out to Ryou, who took hold of the hand to help himself up. "I'm Ishitar Malik,"
"Bakura Ryou..." Ryou replied shyly. Malik noted the different last names of the two siblings.
Anzu stepped up to Malik. "Thank you for the ride..."
Malik hopped back on his bike. "What... do you think of the tall, goofy-acting blonde in our class?"
"The... one you're always talking to...?"
"Yeah. Have anything you don't like about him? Can't stand him, or something of that sort?"
"No... it's nothing like that... I don't really know him..."
"Gotcha," Malik placed the helmet on top of his head. He started his bike. "See tomorrow," he waved as he drove away.
Anzu stood there for a while, until the Malik was nowhere in sight. She turned to her brother, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry..." she apologized again. "Tell me about your track meet,"
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"Enter the race...?" Malik questioned Seto, sitting outside of the hospital. "Don't be ridiculous, Kaiba. How am I suppose to enter without a bike?"
"I got connections... I can get one for you. I'll take care of the maintenance, too. Al you have to do is ride," Seto replied. Malik looked down. "Don't you want to enter? Sounds like you don't want to. If you want to be in the 8-hour, rank in the national champions and get an international license."
Seto leaned forward a bit, getting a better look at his tanned friend. He saw his expression, growing a shock slightly, as his eyes widen a bit. "You're doing it again... looking all spaced out,"
He snapped back to reality. "The conversation is just going so fast... I've got whiplash."
Seto chuckled a bit. "Listen to this, depending how it all go out, HRC might lend you a works machine. They're looking for a dedicated young driver in the area now. Maybe it's because I recommended you, but they'll be looking into your performance at the 4-endurance. But what they really want... is a GP500 Rider..."
Malik's head unconsciously moved closer, hearing what his older friend was offering. "You said you wanted a 500. The bike you ride in Suzuka is more powerful of course, but its handling is similar to the 500. So you try feeling out the super bike at the 8-Endurance, and I'll be your manager as well. So any complaints?"
Malik let the information sink in before answering. He smirked and lifted his head up a bit. "Sounds a bit crazy, but I'll do it.
"Kaiba-sama, it's time to start your rehab," the nurse said as she stepped outside.
Seto began to stand up, feeling his replaced leg going into a different direction. Malik began to help him up, only to have his offering arm shrugged away. "I can get up by myself," Seto told him, finally standing.
"He has gotten very well in walking, has he not?" a voice said from behind as Malik watched his friend walk off. "He'll be riding in no time,"
"Isis..." Malik began to say. "No disrespect to you or Kaiba... but I rather die if I can't ride fast," He walked off after saying his statement.
"Malik..." she mumbled under her breath.
"The moron still hasn't changed," Seto said, entering the room where Isis stood. "It's going to be crazy training him..."
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"No matter how many times I play, you're always going to be the best, Nee-chan," a worned-out Ryou stated as he sprawled his legs across the floor. Anzu watched the boy inhale large gasps of breaths as she began to prepare dinner.
Ryou reached over to the console and turned off the game. He turned to his older sister, a worried look on his face. "Ryou... are you okay?" Anzu asked, chopping a few vegetables.
"Yeah... it's just... I was scared when I saw you arriving home on that motorcycle. I know... you didn't have a choice... but you could have gotten hurt,"
"I'm fine, Ryou. He wasn't in a gang. He has a license and races."
"Racing?! That's even worse! You could have fallen off of the bike!" Ryou turned his head away from his sister. "And... he doesn't seem nice... who knows what he could have done to you..."
"But Malik is a good person, Ryou! Just because he may seem a little reckless... doesn't mean he is... And... people who may sound nice could be just the opposite! You shouldn't judge people by appearance!"
"Nee-chan..." Ryou whimpered as he felt tears swelling up in his eyes... 'She's... choosing him over me!' He picked himself up quickly and hurried to his room.
"Ryou!" Just as she was about to chase after her brother, the timer went off from the oven. Not discarding the fact that her brother is crying, she quickly took the food from out of the oven and placed it on top of the counter.
She left the kitchen, going into the direction of her brother's room, when her sketch book caught her eyes. She picked it up from the floor, which laid beside her bag. Opening it up, the pad opened to her sketch of Malik, sleeping as usual. She brushed her fingers lightly over the drawing. 'I was only seeing the surface too... After hearing the rumors and seeing him in action, I thought he was some cheerful jerk...'
~Those type of guys never die~
Is that all you think about... about dying...?
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"Nee-chan never yelled at me before," Ryou sobbed as he squatted down against the floor. "And she was sticking up for someone like him..."
{Guess that's another person to our "The People We Want To Kill" list...}
"I would never want to do something like that! It would make Nee- chan cry!"
{But look who is crying right now? Do you want me to take over and kill him off for you? You know... you desire to stab him continuously, licking off the scarlet blood from your knife, hearing him cry in agony... don't you?} He licked his lips, imagining the warm, sweet flavor in his mouth, savoring every bit.
"NO!" Ryou shook his head violently, shaking off the voice that taunted his head. "I would NEVER want to make Nee-chan cry!"
{And you know you want to end the life of the one who taunted your sister today... that girl...}
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Ryou felt his body enraged, his blood pressure rising, his head aching with the other self inside it. His body calmed down as he felt arms wrapping around his body, and warm tears caressing his neck. He turned around, only to see his short, older sister, crying along with him.
"I'm sorry Ryou. I didn't mean to yell at you! Please calm down! You're much stronger than he is... Don't let him take over..."
Ryou's body went slightly limp in his sister's embrace, feeling worn out from the fight against his other self. He listened to his sister's soothing, encouraging words. "I'm fine, Nee-chan... I'm fine..." he replied back.
"Come on, we should eat dinner before it gets cold."
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"Malik!" she cried out as she ran up to him.
"Mai...?" He stopped walking in turned himself completely around. "It's late, what do you want?"
"I was waiting for you... What's going on!? How come Anzu could ride your bike!?"
"Someone got ridded of her shoes so-"
"But why the hell Anzu!? Her face blushed a bit. "It's embarrassing! When you broke up, I was the closet to you!"
"Sure... so what's with the rivalry? Why do you hate Anzu so much?" It finally clicked on him. "You're the one... who hazed Anzu..."
Mai turned her head away a bit. "That's so pathetic,"
"But it's your fault! You ignored me and gave all the attention to Anzu!"
"And why the hell exactly am I standing her taking this from you!?"
"Because!" Mai let some of her tears through her barrier. "Malik... why'd you sleep with me?"
"Why?" he echoed, mechanically. "Because you invited me. And then I got in the mood... that's it. I was just 'In The Moment'" A picture of Anzu crying played in his head after he said that, but left as quickly as it came.
"But it was real for me! I've liked you since 10th grade! I won't have Anzu take you from me!" She ran off.
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"Give this! Take that!" Malik shouted out, tossing his jacket on the chair. "What the hell am I, a fucking present?"
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Yoshioka walked down the street. Since his car was messed up due to some 'incident' he walked hoe from his new job. "It's getting chilly at night," he mumbled to himself, pulling his coat closer to his body. As he walked further, he saw some lurking around the light pole, hands in the pockets and head looking down. He walked closer to the loner. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked.
The loner looked up. Scarlet eyes glowing with a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You're the one..." he breathe, walking closer to the man. "Who defiled my Anzu..."
Mr. Yoshioka backed up to an alley. The boy took out a small object from his pocket, and opened his jacket up. A golden ring glisten under the street light, along with his untainted hair, which spread widely across his head. "Whoever hurts the girl shall be punished by my hands... and my hands alone."
His knife struck the taller man in the forehead, killing him instantly. He pulled the object out, covered with blood. He licked the blade, his face turning into a disapproving one. "Your blood taste like shit," he said. "Which proves how much of a pathetic human you are,"
His ring glowed, swallowing up the man in darkness, taking him to a different plain of black and shadows, where of course, there is no escaping.
"I should hurry back before Ryou notice anything..."
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"What!? Anzu likes me!?" Jou cried out, his face slightly blushing.
"Well, I wouldn't say she exactly like you, but I asked her about you yesterday, and she never said she dislikes you. You should go for her,"
"Go...for her... But what about you?"
"Come one, you said we don't even make a good couple."
"Well... yeah, I said that..."
"But it wouldn't be fun fighting over a girl with you. I'm not trying to get into relationships,"
Jou plopped and elbow on his desk, letting his chin rest on it. "So you're gonna give up on girl? You, King of Erotica?"
"It's just lacking anyway..."
"Are you sure... you can give up girls?"
"I was thinking about giving up girls for a while..."
A evil smirk curled up Jou's lips. "Look! It's the Boobie Goddess!"
"Where?! Where!?"
"See... your belief is a stable as a house of cards..." -_-U
"Stop, you're embarrassing me ^_^U"
'It wasn't suppose to be a compliment, dumbass...'
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Anzu headed her way outside, where she usually goes. Before making it to the door, a hand grabs onto hers, leading her through the crowd of students. As like before, Anzu blushed at the touch of his hands, not being able to cooperate with her head. "What... are you doing...?" she asked, her voice almost cracking.
"Just follow me," he replied, continuing to walk.
The two sat at one of the round tables, with Jou already occupying in one of the seats. Anzu sat down slowly, Jou's eyes not leaving her. She pushed up her glasses and breathe deeply. 'What am I doing here...?'
"Anzu, this is my good friend, Jounouchi Katsuya. But we all call him Jou," Malik introduced.
Anzu waved her hand unsure, and placed it back on her lap. "And... he's willing to treat us to lunch too," he continued, laying back on his chair. "He just got paid from work,"
"I don't remember saying anything about paying for you." Jou said He turned his head back to Anzu, almost losing his breath.
~Better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Or you're gonna get it...~
'I'm not trying to show off... It's just enough... to hear his voice... To be near him...'
"So this is you guys first time talking?" Malik asked, watching the two nodding their heads.
S I L E N E C E Malik: -_-U
"You know, Jou's really good in Duel Monsters," Malik said finally, trying to conjure up a conversation. "He may not look it, or act it, but he was runner up at Duelist Kingdom,"
"Uh... but Malik's a way better player than me. He has all these different tragedies and stuff."
"You dumbass dog! Why are you talking about me for? Make yourself at least look good!"
"Oh..."
Malik smacked a hand to his head, already annoyed where they have gotten to already. "Let's just cut to the case," He turned to Anzu. "Okay, this is it. Jou wants to go out with you,"
"Go... out...?"
"He wants you to be his girlfriend, unless there's someone else you like..."
"Someone else...? No... not really..."
"So it's alright then. Guess you two can start as friends,"
"MALIK!? Where do you think you're going!?" Jou cried out as he grabbed on to his jacket.
"I need to get some gas money, good luck to you to... after you get the hell off me!" Malik grabbed Jou's wrist, ripping it from off his jacket's grasp and started to walk off. Before completely turning around, he took one last look at Anzu. She sat perfectly still, having the look of sorrow on her face, pity glittering in her eyes.
Jou turned to Anzu, feeling his face slightly turning red. "I'm sorry Anzu... that.... Kinda came out of nowhere. To be honest, I was really interested in you since the first day of school... even when I first saw you moving. If it's a nuisance, just forget what Malik said."
Anzu looked up at the flushed boy. "N-no. It's not a nuisance... It's just... no one has really took a look at me... and like someone like me..."
"People notice you... way more than you think. And some of the guys talk about you to... Usually, when we have a new female student, she usually throws herself to guys. But you... you're so to yourself, it's kinda hard to approach someone like you. But Malik was the only on to approach you. To be honest, it was a shock that you were so friendly too. I mean, I've seen girls act similar to you. Malik seems like the type you might hate the most,"
"He said... he liked my drawing... He said he wanted to keep it... It was one of the first times anyone ever held on to my art... I was so happy,"
"By any chance... was it nude?"
"N-no. Just a mother holding her child..."
"No wonder he wanted it. He doesn't have a mother... She died when he was young, so he doesn't remember her.
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"I think his girl-craziness comes from the fact that he couldn't be his mother's baby when he was little." Anzu said quietly, walking up the stairs.
"Well, whatever. He's just a big stupid perv!"
"Malik... looks big, but he's just a big kid..." Anzu smiled a bit.
"Anzu... are you in love with Malik...?"
Anzu blushed at the question. Her eyes widening a bit. She pushed up her glasses, trying to think of something to say. "M-me...? With Malik...?"
"It's just... your eyes light up whenever we're talking about him... I'm sorry for bringing it up..."
"No... it's all wrong..." Anzu protested. "I'm not... in love with him or anything. It's just... a small crush I guess. I love his outlook on life, and his strength... I might even feel the same if Malik were a woman..."
"Malik? A girl!? That's a laugh! If he was a girl, every guy in the planet would be annihilated!"
Anzu laughed at the joke, then looked up ahead of her. The two girls with Mai yesterday were standing around, then finally walked up to Anzu and Jou. "Anzu, could you come with us for a minute?" one said.
She didn't reply, but just followed. Jou looked up at her. "Don't worry, it'll only be a second." The girls dragged Anzu off with them.
Finally arriving in the weight room, Anzu saw Mai, standing there, as if waiting for her arrival. She walked up to Anzu, whipping her hand across her face, smacking the glasses off her face. Anzu fell down on the ground from the slap. "Weren't you told to do what you're told, or you'll get put in the closet!? You really don't remember well,"
Mai took out a cigarette, lighting it up with her lighter. "Tattoos are in now, aren't they?" she said as she took a puff. "I heard lately they're just burning them instead of bothering with ink. She grabbed Anzu's arm, placing the cigarette directly in her view. "If you get any closer to Malik, you'll find yourself with tattoos of your own."
"Why... are you mad at me? I'm not going to get between you and him. You even said it yourself! He would never look at me twice!"
"It's your very existence that annoys me. You're in love with him... aren't you? Promise that you'll never speak to him again. Or, you'll be crying for a week from the burns on your arm."
'I'm not in love with him!'
"One week... If I cry for one week, will you forgive me..." her tears brushed against her face freely, "... If I AM in love with Malik?"
Mai dropped the lighten cigarette. Her eyes widen, she hoped her ears heard wrong. "Hand me one of those dumbbells," she demanded.
"Is the five pound okay?"
"Just perfect..." she said as it was placed in her hands. "...For smashing some fingers..."
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"How'd it go with Anzu?" Malik asked, patting Jou on the back.
He looked up, then looked back down. "What a let down... Thanks to you, the object of her attention..."
"What?" He looked around the class. "By the way, where is she anyway?"
"She hasn't been back since some girls from class called her away..."
"Girls...?"
Malik scanned the classroom. "Where's Mai?" he announced.
"I think I saw her by the gym..." one answered.
After getting his answer, Malik rushed out the door, and down the stairs. "Malik! What's wrong!?" Jou cried out, trying to follow him.
Malik hopped down from the stairs, landing safely on his feet. His school jacket was removed in the process. Jou took the long way down, making him loose sight of Malik. "He's quick..."
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"Why don't you just stop trying to be so fucking tough? If I smash your hand, you won't be able to draw anymore. So... promise me... that you'll give him up. That you won't get any closer to him." Mai said threateningly, tapping the weight gently on her shoulder.
"No..." Anzu sobbed.
"Don't you care about being able to draw?"
"If I can't use my right hand, I'll draw with my left. I could use either if I tried... I've even heard of a girl who drew with her feet since she didn't have hands. And someone who drew with their mouth, since she didn't have any feet." Her watery eyes met the angered lavender ones. 'That look... that look that makes him pity her!' "Or are you going to smash my mouth as well...?"
Anzu saw the weight coming down toward her. 'I can't paint it now... your painting... I'm sorry Malik... And Ryou... I can never calm you down... Forgive me...!'
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Yay! Done with 4 ^_^ And to answer Sailor Tiamat question... I haven't decided ^_^U The "favor" was going to get rid of Malik, since he sensed that she didn't like him, but the way I'm making it sound in the story, it's all kinky and stuff... and I don't want to make this incest now... since Bakura is STILL Anzu's brother in a way... so yeah... Well, it might take a while to get 5 up... my fingers hurt. -_-' Well, please review!
*Walks to the center of the stage, holding her laptop, crying* Thank you, for giving me the honor to have EIGHT reviews! First off, I'll like to thank God for making this all happen. And I'll like to thank my mom, couldn't do it without you! And I wanna thank my brother, Archie, and Shoshanah, Amber, Home Coming Queen Amber, my gurl Shad( and Shalisah! Also wanna thank April, Adrian, Timmy, Lil Myron, Quay-Quay (love ya girl!) And my friends in shop, Geda! ) , 'Chelle ), and ) and... oops...going a lil too far. My bad! -_-' But I'm sooo happy that I got reviews! ^_^
I don't own Yuu-Gi-Oh, nor MARS, nor the titles of my chapter. Wonder if any one guess where my titles came from anyway. Guess ya'll never know... -_- Well, anyway... I HATE BUYING LONG SERIES! Stupid MARS gotta be 15 books long! Throughout my three friends (yeah, I'm practically friendless -_-) I always get books with the characters have some kind of screwed-up background pr cross-dresser (Fushigi Yuugi & Girl Got Game.) I only have three series so far and Shounen Jump. My friend Jen, (if you like Gundam Wing stuff, read her stuff ^_^) gets manga with some kind of modeling or something really perverted-like (and she's so innocent too) (Paradise Kiss, INVU, Chobits, ect.) 'Chelle (If you like Harry Potter and Gundam Wing, check out her stuff ^_^) somehow pick out Shounen-Ai stuff (Gravitation, Demon Diary) and she was going to get FAKE just to show us its weird artwork, and then trade it, but she got "Kill Me Kiss Me," instead. And Geda... hmmm... can't really describe what kind of stuff she gets... she gets really pretty manga! (If you like FY, read her stuff ^_^) And Chelle rubbed off on her when she bought "Petshop of Horrors" That's a really great series though. And she got confusing Planet Ladder -_-'.
Well, I know I should shut up, and write!
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I Have Something That's Only For You, A Secret
(Goal: Trying to get to the part where Mai's just about crush Anzu's fingers)
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"MALIK!" the enraged blonde cried out. "Are you out of your damn mind!?"
Malik turned his head toward his upset friend, who was also in his gym as well. He raised an eyebrow. "What...?"
"Don't 'WHAT' me! How could you treat poor Anzu like that?!" his face turned slightly red, out of anger, but Malik sensed something else. "She just moved here! And you're just TRYING to make her stand out!"
Malik brushed his flaxen hair back, leaning against the floor with his arm spread out behind his back. "Is that what's pissing you off?"
"You're so naïve! There's tons of girls who wanna go out with you! Why do you have to act that way in front of them!? You're just antagonizing her!"
A slight sweat appeared on the side of Malik's head. "It's not like there's a shortage of girls for you! So why do you have to go after such an innocent girl!?" the boy rambled on.
Malik smirked. "You like her... don't you Jou?"
Jou's face flushed; his body slightly trembling from his friend's remark. "Wha-? What the hell you're getting that from!?"
"Well, it was somewhat strange that you kept going on about her. If you like her, why not tell her that?"
Jou stared down at the floor, his face still revealing scarlet. "You don't get it! I mean... I was crushed about what happened the other day..."
Malik placed a finger on his chin, refreshing his mind about what happened to his annoying friend. "Oh yeah..." He turned back to Jou, a slight sweat drop on his face. "She said you were dirty or something, didn't she?"
Malik's head flew back as a pale-skin hand than his collapsed over his head. "Are you that dumb!? Don't say anything to her!"
"What the hell's your fucking problem, you stupid dog!" Malik gripped a hold of the boy's T-shirt.
"There's nothing' wrong with me! And stop calling me a dog, jackass!"
"Man, they're so immature..." a boy said from a distance, observing the two fighting boys.
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Anzu face was still slightly scarlet, as she still felt the warm touch on her now band-aided finger. She held her thumb up to her chest, feeling her heart beat rather fast. "You've got quite an attitude," a familiar voice said within feet away from Anzu.
Anzu looked up, only to see Mai and her friends. Anzu began to take steps back, suddenly stopping as she felt her back hit a wall. Mai and her friends only came closer. "Don't think you're special and popular just because Malik's been giving you some attention," Mai said coldly, her hands on her hips. "He would never give you a second look... Don't try to snag him for yourself! Do you even have a clue about yourself?"
Anzu pushed up her glasses, looking down at the slightly dizzy ground. "I... wasn't trying to... I only asked him to model..."
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, DAMNIT!" Anzu's head jerked back, feeling her glasses coming off her face. She held on her pained cheek. "You're such an eyesore," Mai walked closer to the girl, who fallen down on the ground. "Never speak, just sit there and draw... and you just moved here! Always looking pathetically sad... just makes me sick!" Mai turned her head around sharply, starting to walk back. "You better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Little bitch... or you're gonna get it..."
Anzu silently cried, whimpering at both the threat and the stinging pain on from her cheek. A girl with black hair walked up to Anzu. "Poor thing... she's crying." She took off Anzu's shoes. "Oh! They're so cute!" She looked inside the shoe. "Too small," The girl walked up to the dumpster, tossing the shoes out. "Too bad they're useless," She caught up to Mai and the others, walking off.
She slowly stood up, tears forcing their way to flow out. She dragged herself to her shoe locker. "Guess they took my sneakers too..." she sighed as she looked inside.
The bell rang as soon as Anzu checked for her stolen shoes. She walked slowly to class, already knowing she was late. She tasted her salty tears as some left her eyes. 'Stupid Malik... stupid school... stupid Domino...' she thought she wiped her tears away, using her sleeves, just before entering the class.
"Mazaki-san? Do you know the bell rang a while ago?" the teacher said as he looked up by the door. Mai silently laughed, along with a few others as they realized the late girl didn't have any shoes. Anzu walked quietly to her seat, sulking in her chair, trying so hard not to cry.
Malik looked over at Anzu, observing her sad expression, almost pitying the look. His eyes lowered down as he saw only socks covering her small feet. "Anzu..." he softly mumbled in pity.
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The final bell rang, its annoying ring being the relief of all students as they left the class. Anzu placed her books in her bag. 'Ryou has a track meet, so that means I don't have to hang around the school since there isn't Art Club... maybe DDRing might make me feel-'
"What happened to your shoes?" Malik asked, slightly startling the girl, who though she was the only one left in the class.
Anzu whipped her head around to face the concerned Egyptian. Her eyes widen a bit, then went into its state as she lowered her head. "They didn't fit... so I threw them out..." she replied in a void voice, placing her bag's strap around her shoulder.
"You expect me to believe something that pathetic? Who got you?"
Anzu headed toward the door, then stopped as she reached the exited. "Not like you care... It's none of your business anyway, Malik." She continued to walk, leaving the muddled boy in the class.
'Why don't... he just leave me alone...?' the girl thought as she walked down the stairs.
"ANZU! WAIT!" Malik called out as he skipped down a few stairs. Making sure Anzu wouldn't walk off on him, he firmly grabbed her arm. "It really isn't none of my business?"
Anzu took a few breaths. Just Malik, so close to her again, touching her arm, was enough to make her slightly loose her breath. She lifted her head up a bit, eyes pleading with sadness. "Have... any of your girlfriends ever been bullied before...?
"No..."
Anzu dropped her head back down. "That's... the problem with me..." She signed, turning away from the handsome, concerned boy. "I'm slow... and stupid... and I'm already annoying to the people here..."
"Then... why don't you get mad?"
"If I do, they'll get me again..."
"So? Get them back,"
"But then... we'd end up hurting each other..."
"So what?" Malik stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You're not afraid of anything, are you?"
"Afraid... of a lot of things. You wouldn't understand what I'm going through," Anzu walked away, yet to be stopped again by Malik's call after her.
"You're... not going home like that?"
Anzu turned her head back slowly. "Not like I can't walk... besides, my brother is waiting for me at home," She walked off again.
'You're not such a wuss after all...' "ANZU!"
'Why can't... he just leave me alone...?' Anzu continued walking as the boy ran up to her, grabbing hold of her arm again.
"How 'bout I give you a ride home? Where do you live?"
Anzu looked at the motorcycle, which wasn't too far away from where she was standing. "Bu... but you said no one is allowed to ride it..."
"Well... I... changed my mind."
"I... never been on one before..."
"Just hang on to me," Malik began to hand her the helmet. "Do you... not want me to drive you home?"
~Do you even have a clue about yourself?~
~Better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Or you're gonna get it...~
~He would never give you a second look... ~
Malik felt the uneasiness coming from the girl, as she stood there, as is she were in a different world. It finally hit him. "That's right... You don't like men, right? I forgot..."
~Don't think you're special and popular just because Malik's been giving you some attention~
'But... I don't think that... I don't!'
~...or you're gonna get it...~
Anzu brought her hands out in front of her, reaching for the offering helmet. Malik smirked, helping her with the helmet. "Aren't... you gonna wear one?"
Malik placed hi gloves over his bronzed skin afterwards. "It's nice riding with one off once in a while... just as long the cops don't catch us." He hopped on the motorcycle, feeling as soon as he got on, Anzu's arms making their way around his waist. He blushed slightly. "If we die... I'm sorry..."
Anzu rested her head on his back as they began to move. 'For some reason right now... I don't care... if I die...'
"See ya later, Jou!" Malik cried out as he kicked his friend in the back. He stuck out his tongue at his fallen friend, who was rubbing his bottom.
"MALIK!? With... ANZU!?"
'I wonder if this is what they mean...to 'become a slave to love...?'
"MAI!" a girl voice cried as she looked out the window. "It's Malik! ... With Anzu!"
"What...?"
'I don't know what lies ahead...
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... But I want to keep going forever...'
"Is this the right apartment complex?" Malik asked as he stopped the motorcycle, looking up at the complex.
"Ye- yeah..." @.@
"O.o Are you alright...?"
"Feels like I've been on a roller coaster," Malik smiled a bit, not really trying to show Anzu.
Anzu stepped off of the motorcycle. "I-" she began to say. "I just want to apologize for being rude the other day at school and running off," Anzu said, bowing her body at the Egyptian.
"No, it's alright. Guess it was a good thing that you did ran off... Or I would have been late to the hospital..."
"Are you... sick? Why were you there? If... you don't mind me asking..."
"I'm fine... I was just visiting my friend. They had to amputate his leg after a racing accident. He had talent... yet, no luck."
Two men on motorcycles drove by the two, whistling at the girl. "Check out the lovebirds!" one of them said. He looked back at his motorcycle. "Whoa! He's no limits!"
Malik watched as the drove away. "Those type of guys never die," he said with a smirk. "That is because they don't ride fast. They don't want to push it."
"Do... a lot of people die on motorcycles?" Anzu asked.
"It's more dangerous than a 4-wheeler, but it's fine if you ride slow. But I can't help but to speed anyway," he said, slightly chuckling at the last part he said.
"Riding fast is such a rush," he continued, taking the helmet from Anzu. "And if I had to trade this feeling in, I wouldn't mind dying.
"I... kinda understand what you mean," Anzu looked down, pushing her glasses up. "I was a little scared at first..."
"Thank you... for entrusting me with your life."
The words pulled strings at Anzu's heart. Before she even knew it, tears began to tumble down her cheek. She attempted to wipe them away. "I- I'm sorry. I know you probably didn't mean it... Just 'in the moment' " she started to say in sobs, "... But when you said that you'd protect me, it made me so happy. And it gave me so much courage too as well..." She covered her face. "I know I must sound so stupid too..."
Malik's trembling hand reached out to the girl, anticipating to calm her down, but it failed her body was jerked in an awkward embrace from another. "What... have you done to my sister...!?" Ryou shouted out, almost crying along with his sister.
Malik looked at the young boy. Tears came freely out of his eyes as well. 'Her brother...' Malik thought. 'He's like him...'
"What... did you do to make Nee-chan cry!?" his voice raising slightly higher than before. He felt his other side taking advantage of the situation.
Anzu hugged her brother tight from behind, who was now in front of her. "Ryou! Calm down!" she pleaded. "Stop angering yourself! There's nothing wrong with me! See!" Anzu plastered a smile on her face. "I'm smiling!" crying out in desperation, hoping her smile convinced him.
Good enough, Ryou turned around to face his sister, seeing her smile once more. He felt his rage calming down, and his other self slowly fading. Feeling glad that he was just about to take his medicine, he popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.
After explaining the situation to her brother, he dropped to his knees, bowing down to the Egyptian in front of him. "I'm so sorry! I get... really worried if Nee-chan is hurt."
"It's alright," Malik reassured the boy, but still felt slightly bewildered. He stretched his arm out to Ryou, who took hold of the hand to help himself up. "I'm Ishitar Malik,"
"Bakura Ryou..." Ryou replied shyly. Malik noted the different last names of the two siblings.
Anzu stepped up to Malik. "Thank you for the ride..."
Malik hopped back on his bike. "What... do you think of the tall, goofy-acting blonde in our class?"
"The... one you're always talking to...?"
"Yeah. Have anything you don't like about him? Can't stand him, or something of that sort?"
"No... it's nothing like that... I don't really know him..."
"Gotcha," Malik placed the helmet on top of his head. He started his bike. "See tomorrow," he waved as he drove away.
Anzu stood there for a while, until the Malik was nowhere in sight. She turned to her brother, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry..." she apologized again. "Tell me about your track meet,"
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"Enter the race...?" Malik questioned Seto, sitting outside of the hospital. "Don't be ridiculous, Kaiba. How am I suppose to enter without a bike?"
"I got connections... I can get one for you. I'll take care of the maintenance, too. Al you have to do is ride," Seto replied. Malik looked down. "Don't you want to enter? Sounds like you don't want to. If you want to be in the 8-hour, rank in the national champions and get an international license."
Seto leaned forward a bit, getting a better look at his tanned friend. He saw his expression, growing a shock slightly, as his eyes widen a bit. "You're doing it again... looking all spaced out,"
He snapped back to reality. "The conversation is just going so fast... I've got whiplash."
Seto chuckled a bit. "Listen to this, depending how it all go out, HRC might lend you a works machine. They're looking for a dedicated young driver in the area now. Maybe it's because I recommended you, but they'll be looking into your performance at the 4-endurance. But what they really want... is a GP500 Rider..."
Malik's head unconsciously moved closer, hearing what his older friend was offering. "You said you wanted a 500. The bike you ride in Suzuka is more powerful of course, but its handling is similar to the 500. So you try feeling out the super bike at the 8-Endurance, and I'll be your manager as well. So any complaints?"
Malik let the information sink in before answering. He smirked and lifted his head up a bit. "Sounds a bit crazy, but I'll do it.
"Kaiba-sama, it's time to start your rehab," the nurse said as she stepped outside.
Seto began to stand up, feeling his replaced leg going into a different direction. Malik began to help him up, only to have his offering arm shrugged away. "I can get up by myself," Seto told him, finally standing.
"He has gotten very well in walking, has he not?" a voice said from behind as Malik watched his friend walk off. "He'll be riding in no time,"
"Isis..." Malik began to say. "No disrespect to you or Kaiba... but I rather die if I can't ride fast," He walked off after saying his statement.
"Malik..." she mumbled under her breath.
"The moron still hasn't changed," Seto said, entering the room where Isis stood. "It's going to be crazy training him..."
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"No matter how many times I play, you're always going to be the best, Nee-chan," a worned-out Ryou stated as he sprawled his legs across the floor. Anzu watched the boy inhale large gasps of breaths as she began to prepare dinner.
Ryou reached over to the console and turned off the game. He turned to his older sister, a worried look on his face. "Ryou... are you okay?" Anzu asked, chopping a few vegetables.
"Yeah... it's just... I was scared when I saw you arriving home on that motorcycle. I know... you didn't have a choice... but you could have gotten hurt,"
"I'm fine, Ryou. He wasn't in a gang. He has a license and races."
"Racing?! That's even worse! You could have fallen off of the bike!" Ryou turned his head away from his sister. "And... he doesn't seem nice... who knows what he could have done to you..."
"But Malik is a good person, Ryou! Just because he may seem a little reckless... doesn't mean he is... And... people who may sound nice could be just the opposite! You shouldn't judge people by appearance!"
"Nee-chan..." Ryou whimpered as he felt tears swelling up in his eyes... 'She's... choosing him over me!' He picked himself up quickly and hurried to his room.
"Ryou!" Just as she was about to chase after her brother, the timer went off from the oven. Not discarding the fact that her brother is crying, she quickly took the food from out of the oven and placed it on top of the counter.
She left the kitchen, going into the direction of her brother's room, when her sketch book caught her eyes. She picked it up from the floor, which laid beside her bag. Opening it up, the pad opened to her sketch of Malik, sleeping as usual. She brushed her fingers lightly over the drawing. 'I was only seeing the surface too... After hearing the rumors and seeing him in action, I thought he was some cheerful jerk...'
~Those type of guys never die~
Is that all you think about... about dying...?
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"Nee-chan never yelled at me before," Ryou sobbed as he squatted down against the floor. "And she was sticking up for someone like him..."
{Guess that's another person to our "The People We Want To Kill" list...}
"I would never want to do something like that! It would make Nee- chan cry!"
{But look who is crying right now? Do you want me to take over and kill him off for you? You know... you desire to stab him continuously, licking off the scarlet blood from your knife, hearing him cry in agony... don't you?} He licked his lips, imagining the warm, sweet flavor in his mouth, savoring every bit.
"NO!" Ryou shook his head violently, shaking off the voice that taunted his head. "I would NEVER want to make Nee-chan cry!"
{And you know you want to end the life of the one who taunted your sister today... that girl...}
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Ryou felt his body enraged, his blood pressure rising, his head aching with the other self inside it. His body calmed down as he felt arms wrapping around his body, and warm tears caressing his neck. He turned around, only to see his short, older sister, crying along with him.
"I'm sorry Ryou. I didn't mean to yell at you! Please calm down! You're much stronger than he is... Don't let him take over..."
Ryou's body went slightly limp in his sister's embrace, feeling worn out from the fight against his other self. He listened to his sister's soothing, encouraging words. "I'm fine, Nee-chan... I'm fine..." he replied back.
"Come on, we should eat dinner before it gets cold."
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"Malik!" she cried out as she ran up to him.
"Mai...?" He stopped walking in turned himself completely around. "It's late, what do you want?"
"I was waiting for you... What's going on!? How come Anzu could ride your bike!?"
"Someone got ridded of her shoes so-"
"But why the hell Anzu!? Her face blushed a bit. "It's embarrassing! When you broke up, I was the closet to you!"
"Sure... so what's with the rivalry? Why do you hate Anzu so much?" It finally clicked on him. "You're the one... who hazed Anzu..."
Mai turned her head away a bit. "That's so pathetic,"
"But it's your fault! You ignored me and gave all the attention to Anzu!"
"And why the hell exactly am I standing her taking this from you!?"
"Because!" Mai let some of her tears through her barrier. "Malik... why'd you sleep with me?"
"Why?" he echoed, mechanically. "Because you invited me. And then I got in the mood... that's it. I was just 'In The Moment'" A picture of Anzu crying played in his head after he said that, but left as quickly as it came.
"But it was real for me! I've liked you since 10th grade! I won't have Anzu take you from me!" She ran off.
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"Give this! Take that!" Malik shouted out, tossing his jacket on the chair. "What the hell am I, a fucking present?"
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Yoshioka walked down the street. Since his car was messed up due to some 'incident' he walked hoe from his new job. "It's getting chilly at night," he mumbled to himself, pulling his coat closer to his body. As he walked further, he saw some lurking around the light pole, hands in the pockets and head looking down. He walked closer to the loner. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked.
The loner looked up. Scarlet eyes glowing with a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You're the one..." he breathe, walking closer to the man. "Who defiled my Anzu..."
Mr. Yoshioka backed up to an alley. The boy took out a small object from his pocket, and opened his jacket up. A golden ring glisten under the street light, along with his untainted hair, which spread widely across his head. "Whoever hurts the girl shall be punished by my hands... and my hands alone."
His knife struck the taller man in the forehead, killing him instantly. He pulled the object out, covered with blood. He licked the blade, his face turning into a disapproving one. "Your blood taste like shit," he said. "Which proves how much of a pathetic human you are,"
His ring glowed, swallowing up the man in darkness, taking him to a different plain of black and shadows, where of course, there is no escaping.
"I should hurry back before Ryou notice anything..."
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"What!? Anzu likes me!?" Jou cried out, his face slightly blushing.
"Well, I wouldn't say she exactly like you, but I asked her about you yesterday, and she never said she dislikes you. You should go for her,"
"Go...for her... But what about you?"
"Come one, you said we don't even make a good couple."
"Well... yeah, I said that..."
"But it wouldn't be fun fighting over a girl with you. I'm not trying to get into relationships,"
Jou plopped and elbow on his desk, letting his chin rest on it. "So you're gonna give up on girl? You, King of Erotica?"
"It's just lacking anyway..."
"Are you sure... you can give up girls?"
"I was thinking about giving up girls for a while..."
A evil smirk curled up Jou's lips. "Look! It's the Boobie Goddess!"
"Where?! Where!?"
"See... your belief is a stable as a house of cards..." -_-U
"Stop, you're embarrassing me ^_^U"
'It wasn't suppose to be a compliment, dumbass...'
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Anzu headed her way outside, where she usually goes. Before making it to the door, a hand grabs onto hers, leading her through the crowd of students. As like before, Anzu blushed at the touch of his hands, not being able to cooperate with her head. "What... are you doing...?" she asked, her voice almost cracking.
"Just follow me," he replied, continuing to walk.
The two sat at one of the round tables, with Jou already occupying in one of the seats. Anzu sat down slowly, Jou's eyes not leaving her. She pushed up her glasses and breathe deeply. 'What am I doing here...?'
"Anzu, this is my good friend, Jounouchi Katsuya. But we all call him Jou," Malik introduced.
Anzu waved her hand unsure, and placed it back on her lap. "And... he's willing to treat us to lunch too," he continued, laying back on his chair. "He just got paid from work,"
"I don't remember saying anything about paying for you." Jou said He turned his head back to Anzu, almost losing his breath.
~Better not show off in front of Malik anymore! Or you're gonna get it...~
'I'm not trying to show off... It's just enough... to hear his voice... To be near him...'
"So this is you guys first time talking?" Malik asked, watching the two nodding their heads.
S I L E N E C E Malik: -_-U
"You know, Jou's really good in Duel Monsters," Malik said finally, trying to conjure up a conversation. "He may not look it, or act it, but he was runner up at Duelist Kingdom,"
"Uh... but Malik's a way better player than me. He has all these different tragedies and stuff."
"You dumbass dog! Why are you talking about me for? Make yourself at least look good!"
"Oh..."
Malik smacked a hand to his head, already annoyed where they have gotten to already. "Let's just cut to the case," He turned to Anzu. "Okay, this is it. Jou wants to go out with you,"
"Go... out...?"
"He wants you to be his girlfriend, unless there's someone else you like..."
"Someone else...? No... not really..."
"So it's alright then. Guess you two can start as friends,"
"MALIK!? Where do you think you're going!?" Jou cried out as he grabbed on to his jacket.
"I need to get some gas money, good luck to you to... after you get the hell off me!" Malik grabbed Jou's wrist, ripping it from off his jacket's grasp and started to walk off. Before completely turning around, he took one last look at Anzu. She sat perfectly still, having the look of sorrow on her face, pity glittering in her eyes.
Jou turned to Anzu, feeling his face slightly turning red. "I'm sorry Anzu... that.... Kinda came out of nowhere. To be honest, I was really interested in you since the first day of school... even when I first saw you moving. If it's a nuisance, just forget what Malik said."
Anzu looked up at the flushed boy. "N-no. It's not a nuisance... It's just... no one has really took a look at me... and like someone like me..."
"People notice you... way more than you think. And some of the guys talk about you to... Usually, when we have a new female student, she usually throws herself to guys. But you... you're so to yourself, it's kinda hard to approach someone like you. But Malik was the only on to approach you. To be honest, it was a shock that you were so friendly too. I mean, I've seen girls act similar to you. Malik seems like the type you might hate the most,"
"He said... he liked my drawing... He said he wanted to keep it... It was one of the first times anyone ever held on to my art... I was so happy,"
"By any chance... was it nude?"
"N-no. Just a mother holding her child..."
"No wonder he wanted it. He doesn't have a mother... She died when he was young, so he doesn't remember her.
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"I think his girl-craziness comes from the fact that he couldn't be his mother's baby when he was little." Anzu said quietly, walking up the stairs.
"Well, whatever. He's just a big stupid perv!"
"Malik... looks big, but he's just a big kid..." Anzu smiled a bit.
"Anzu... are you in love with Malik...?"
Anzu blushed at the question. Her eyes widening a bit. She pushed up her glasses, trying to think of something to say. "M-me...? With Malik...?"
"It's just... your eyes light up whenever we're talking about him... I'm sorry for bringing it up..."
"No... it's all wrong..." Anzu protested. "I'm not... in love with him or anything. It's just... a small crush I guess. I love his outlook on life, and his strength... I might even feel the same if Malik were a woman..."
"Malik? A girl!? That's a laugh! If he was a girl, every guy in the planet would be annihilated!"
Anzu laughed at the joke, then looked up ahead of her. The two girls with Mai yesterday were standing around, then finally walked up to Anzu and Jou. "Anzu, could you come with us for a minute?" one said.
She didn't reply, but just followed. Jou looked up at her. "Don't worry, it'll only be a second." The girls dragged Anzu off with them.
Finally arriving in the weight room, Anzu saw Mai, standing there, as if waiting for her arrival. She walked up to Anzu, whipping her hand across her face, smacking the glasses off her face. Anzu fell down on the ground from the slap. "Weren't you told to do what you're told, or you'll get put in the closet!? You really don't remember well,"
Mai took out a cigarette, lighting it up with her lighter. "Tattoos are in now, aren't they?" she said as she took a puff. "I heard lately they're just burning them instead of bothering with ink. She grabbed Anzu's arm, placing the cigarette directly in her view. "If you get any closer to Malik, you'll find yourself with tattoos of your own."
"Why... are you mad at me? I'm not going to get between you and him. You even said it yourself! He would never look at me twice!"
"It's your very existence that annoys me. You're in love with him... aren't you? Promise that you'll never speak to him again. Or, you'll be crying for a week from the burns on your arm."
'I'm not in love with him!'
"One week... If I cry for one week, will you forgive me..." her tears brushed against her face freely, "... If I AM in love with Malik?"
Mai dropped the lighten cigarette. Her eyes widen, she hoped her ears heard wrong. "Hand me one of those dumbbells," she demanded.
"Is the five pound okay?"
"Just perfect..." she said as it was placed in her hands. "...For smashing some fingers..."
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"How'd it go with Anzu?" Malik asked, patting Jou on the back.
He looked up, then looked back down. "What a let down... Thanks to you, the object of her attention..."
"What?" He looked around the class. "By the way, where is she anyway?"
"She hasn't been back since some girls from class called her away..."
"Girls...?"
Malik scanned the classroom. "Where's Mai?" he announced.
"I think I saw her by the gym..." one answered.
After getting his answer, Malik rushed out the door, and down the stairs. "Malik! What's wrong!?" Jou cried out, trying to follow him.
Malik hopped down from the stairs, landing safely on his feet. His school jacket was removed in the process. Jou took the long way down, making him loose sight of Malik. "He's quick..."
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"Why don't you just stop trying to be so fucking tough? If I smash your hand, you won't be able to draw anymore. So... promise me... that you'll give him up. That you won't get any closer to him." Mai said threateningly, tapping the weight gently on her shoulder.
"No..." Anzu sobbed.
"Don't you care about being able to draw?"
"If I can't use my right hand, I'll draw with my left. I could use either if I tried... I've even heard of a girl who drew with her feet since she didn't have hands. And someone who drew with their mouth, since she didn't have any feet." Her watery eyes met the angered lavender ones. 'That look... that look that makes him pity her!' "Or are you going to smash my mouth as well...?"
Anzu saw the weight coming down toward her. 'I can't paint it now... your painting... I'm sorry Malik... And Ryou... I can never calm you down... Forgive me...!'
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Yay! Done with 4 ^_^ And to answer Sailor Tiamat question... I haven't decided ^_^U The "favor" was going to get rid of Malik, since he sensed that she didn't like him, but the way I'm making it sound in the story, it's all kinky and stuff... and I don't want to make this incest now... since Bakura is STILL Anzu's brother in a way... so yeah... Well, it might take a while to get 5 up... my fingers hurt. -_-' Well, please review!
