MARS
Wow!!!!! 17 reviews! ^_^ I'm sooooooooooooo happy! I will keep typing too! ^_~. Sorry about that lil kissing scene, wish it could have improved more, but I've never been kissed so I wouldn't know it'll be like -_-U. I was thinking about doing a Yuu-Gi-Oh version of Paradise Kiss, but I don't have enough of the right characters to fit the people. I already thought about havin Seto as George, Anzu as Yukari, Shizuka (or maybe Yuugi) as Miwako, Arashi as Ryuuji, and... unfortunately, Ryou as Isabella. But I didn't want to create an own character for Mikako since Shizuka doesn't have a sister, but Yuugi would kinda fit, but it'll be weird changing the whole story; havin them a couple. So, I gave up. Besides, my friend owns the manga and she'll forget to bring it for me. Maybe INVU would be good maybe... A really funny story would be "Joey, The Rune Soldier," (I'm watchin it right now ^_^) I can think of the characters already, but I wouldn't write it though
Well, I can't wait to buy my friend "Model." It looks interesting, I wouldn't buy it for myself, but I would like to read it... but my brother suppose to be giving me some money... since I'm broke... And she'll buy me the next book of "Girl Got Game." ^_^ A really good book is Alice 19th. I definitely like Alice WAY better than Miaka... I can't stand her! But she's funny though... weird, I don't like her, but her stupidity makes me laugh. Thinkin about that, I need the next book of it. I like Yui much better... ^_^ Ooh! I can't wait for the next Tokyo Mew Mew! My friend collects them, and I just read 2, 3, 4, 5, yesterday and I really wanna read the next one! ^_^ Along with Petshop of Horror! ^_^
I don't owe Yuu-Gi-Oh nor MARS nor the title of the chapters.
Oh yeah, I guess I should've said this before, if you only have book one of MARS, this chapter will contain spoilers, along with future chapters too.
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We Pretend Not To Realize How We Really Feel
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The first day of school, I could tell Malik stood.
He was the object of all the girl's desires, and even the guys had to take a step back around him.
I always thought we lived in different worlds...
"MALIK!!!"
"... Huh?" the startled Malik mumbled, as he walked by two girls at their lockers.
"Is it true you're modeling for that new girl?"
"Is it nude!?"
"Yeah..." he replied sarcastically. "I never knew I looked that good with my clothes off," He turned around, a goofy smile on his face. "Just kidding..."
O.o "Huh?" The girls were huddled around the shy girl following Malik.
"ANZU! Quit hogging Malik all to yourself!"
"Yeah! Show us his portrait!"
The girls snatched the sketch book from Anzu's clutches, causing a sweat drop on the side of her face. The others flipped the book, only to be deceived by the model. "What the hell is this!? ALL OF IT IS MALIK SLEEPING!"
"Yeah! Show us the nude ones!"
"But... I have never drawn anything like that..." the shy auburn girl replied.
"LIAR! WE'VE HEARD YOU KNOW!"
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Is it true that Malik is going out with Anzu?
That's a shock. The guy standing out the most and the girl who stands out the least end up together,
Do you think the they've done "It?"
Of course! We ARE talking about Malik, you know.
Poor Anzu. She just moved here, and she already fell victim to him.
"Hey, okay?" the relaxed Malik whispered over to Anzu.
"N-no... I can't..." Anzu replied hesitantly, a blush creeping across her face.
"Come on..."
'No."
"Stop being all uptight,"
"But we can't be doing this. We'll get in trouble,"
"Just show me the answers!" he voice went over than a whisper as he grabbed hold of the other end of the paper.
A ripped sound filled the room, having everyone's attention on Malik and Anzu. "Stupid..." Jou mumbled as he watched Malik pathetically tried to copy off of Anzu.
Anzu pushed up her glasses, and looked down at her desk while Malik was sent to the guidance office.
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"Malik, don't you want to be someone? Since you've been here, you've gone from being the top in school to cheating on exams." the consoler said, pushing up his thick glasses. 'Why don't you get serious? We know you could excel if you tried a little harder,"
"I'm not sure," Malik replied, his posture already relaxed and laid back. He crossed his arms and continued. "I don't know if I just lived it up too early or if I'm just burned out. But it doesn't matter, I will not go to college."
The other man let out a side, and continued talking to the delinquent. "You know, your father is very upset. He desperately wants you to go,"
"He doesn't understand me, as usual. College is only for office workers. And I'm not planning on becoming one any time soon."
'-_-U No one's telling you become an office worker,' "Then what are your goals in the future?"
"To be popular, to get laid, and party all the time,"
He sprang up, a chair over his head as he was about to collapsed it with the Malik, yet others prevented it from happening. "I was only kidding!"
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But really, why did he have to throw it all away?
When Malik first started, we thought he would be the best student in the history of this school.
But now, he's the most delinquent student in the history of this school.
"A make-up examine?" questioned Anzu, as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
"I'm SOOO screwed! How the hell am I going to get out of this one?" questioned the Egyptian, though it wasn't directly to Anzu.
"You're not... planning on cheating again, are you...?"
"Well, I have to do SOMETHING to pass!" His hand collided with his head, lazily sliding down his face.
"Well, you're not dumb Malik... You just need to study a bit..."
"Who are you now, a teacher?"
".U Sorry..."
Malik sighed. "I can care less about studying. I didn't even want to go to high school. But my father told me I could move out if I passed the entrance exams, so I studied."
"So, why did you want to leave home so badly?" She pushed up her glasses, as her head unconsciously lifted up.
"I don't want to be around him... I hate him. He treats me like some moron... pisses me off,"
Just as Anzu was about to protest to the statement, a screechy, feminine voice called after Malik. Anzu's head shot up as she saw the girl approaching behind Malik. 'I think that is... Malik's ex-girlfriend,'
"I heard you're going out with a classmate, Malik," she said, her essence dripping of lechery, as her tongue roamed his ear, causing him to wince.
She looked up at the girl across of her, placing her tongue back in her mouth. She removed her arms from around Malik, eying the guiltless face. "What!? This is your girlfriend? She looks so pure and innocent!" Her head whipped toward Malik's direction. "What's gotten into you, Malik? You were never into girls like her."
The commotion spread, having different heads turn toward their direction. "Check it out! Malik's new girlfriend and his Ex! And he's in the middle!"
A thought crawled up her head as she looked Anzu in the eye. She grope Malik once more, an index finger making its way up his heck. "So... what do you like about her?" her voice sounding slightly seductive.
"Hmm... what do I like...?" he echoed. This caught Anzu's attention, knowing well that he might reveal what he really thinks of her. "Well, she trust me, and doesn't rip the hair off my head when she's having a bad day,"
"What? Was I too violent?" her voice still lingering around seduction.
"Well, I WAS slapped around quite a bit,"
"Well, you be better watch out. These type get all needy when you get them, and won't leave you alone,"
"What? Really?" His head turned to Anzu, both of his hands clasped together. "Wow! Let's see if it's true Anzu!"
Anzu: O.OU
O.o' "Don't tell me... you have done it yet?"
"We haven't."
"Then what the hell are you doing if you're not having sex!?"
"We talk..."
"T-t-talk!?" the words sounding venomous as she spoke them. "I thought you weren't good for anything but sex!"
"Well, with us, it was the only thing we could do. You know, maybe because we're both stupid," His head was pulled back by his ex's hand, leaving Anzu with a dumbfounded expression.
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-You should really tell Anzu to hurry up and break up with Malik, Jou! He'll destroy her!"-
"You know... he's got a good heart," Jou said to Anzu, before the art club began.
"I-I-I know..." she hesitated, a blush spreading wide across her face.
"I thought you like Malik,"
"I... I do. But I'm very certain he doesn't feel the same way. He probably doesn't even think of me as a real girl. B-b-but everyone has it all wrong. I'm not his... girlfriend. It's a laugh to think about... And I know Ryou agrees with me,"
"You couldn't be more wrong..."
Jou crossed his arms and leaned against the rail. "So... who is this Ryou? He sounds familiar..."
"Ryou is my young brother... We look nothing alike,"
"Ryou... Ryou... Ah! He's that kid with the white hair, right?" Anzu nodded. "A lot of girls like him. But he seems to just brush them aside though... He's almost like Malik,"
"Ryou... isn't very interested in that kind of stuff. Though, I wish he were, instead of hanging around boring me..."
"Hmm... that's probably how they're different too. That Malik..." he trailed off. "To tell you the truth, this may be his first real relationship,"
"But... I heard he was going out with so many girls..."
"He was just biting whatever bait that was thrown to him. Until now, he was just an animal. If you look at it that way, you should be commended for transforming him,"
"But... I haven't done anything. I just got here, how could I do something to a complete stranger?" 'Though... he doesn't seem that much of a stranger to me now...'
"Love doesn't happen because someone does something for you, it's all about feeling."
"And this is coming from someone who hasn't been with someone, as long as I was here... "
-_-U "Anyway, you should be bolder about it,"
Anzu looked down, causing her hair to cover the deep blush. "You're probably wondering 'Why'd he chose me?' right? Well, I guess that makes you you. It'll be hard to go out with that guy, but you can talk to me for advice,"
'But... we don't even go out...'
"Thank you, Jounouchi. For someone like me..."
"See, you're saying it again! 'For someone like me,'"
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"Malik... it doesn't bother me that you're playing your gameboy, but could you at least look up now or then...?" she timidly, slightly frighten by her demands.
"No. Mario'll die if I do that," he replied bluntly.
-_-U
'If you don't want him to fall asleep, give him a toy or something,'
'I thought it was good advice, but at least he's still and has his head slightly up when he's asleep,'
"When are you going to finish that painting?" he asked suddenly, his head not lifting to meet her.
"Um... that'll probably take some time,"
I'm lying to him... Didn't even started it yet...'
"Damn!" a faint tune filled the room for a second. "Mario died."
'It's not that I don't want to paint it... but if I do give it to him, then there'll be nothing keeping us together...'
"Hey! You can see the basketball court from here!"
'It seems like it'll just end...'
"Look at Jou go, though the dog isn't as good as me." His posture change, arms leaning completely against the back of the chair. "They're lucky... Wish I was playing out there,"
'I'm bring selfish... All I'm doing is restraining him. It's like tying him to that chair,'
Malik's arms stretched, "I am bored," he said during the process.
"Don't move," a quiet, but audible masculine voice said, directing itself to Malik. Malik looked over to his left, only to see another in the class. He was rather thin, yet had a masculine frame to his body. His jacket was cast aside, just as Malik's was as well. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, leaving a few strands in the front. The thin, black line of make-up down the left side of his face brought out his grassy eyes. "Um... could you get back in the pose you were in?"
Malik rose from his seat, treading swiftly to the other boy. He looked down at the sketch of himself, lift the paper in his hands, and tore it to mere shreds. "HEY! What are you doing!?" the boy cried out. "What's your problem?"
"YOU'RE my problem!" he said, rephrasing the question.
"Malik!" Anzu cried as she walked over to the scene. "Why did you rip it up? You could have said something,"
"Don't worry about it, Anzu. I was wrong," the raven-haired boy replied.
Malik saw the sorrowful look in her eyes, the same look which made him weaken. "Sorry," he mumbled and walked out of the studio.
'Malik...'
"Malik!" she cried, as she ran after him. "I'm sorry... about what happened."
Malik gazed over at her a bit, still seeing the pity look on her face... her cute frighten pitied face. He walked down the stairs, leaving Anzu by herself.
She walked back in the art studio. "Ryuuji-senpai..." she mumbled.
He snapped his head toward the calm voice, as he was admiring her sketch of Malik. "I'm sorry... I didn't think he would be so pissed off. He's just so inspiring. Why do you keep drawing such a perfect model asleep?"
-_-U
"It'll probably be weird if I asked, but... could you ask him to model for me?"
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"Hell. No." Malik replied, not even letting the question finish. "Why should I help out that fool out anyway?"
'Unfortunately... I knew he would say something like that...'
"Well, he said he'll pay you for it..."
"Wha...?"
"Quite a bit he said,"
Malik placed a hand on his chin, his mind "thinking." "He's not... you know... queer is he...?"
It took Anzu a while for the question to register in her head. "I-I- I don't know..."
"I want the money... but I don't want him making moves on me..."
-_-U "I don't think he's hitting on you... He just really want to paint you. Plus, he's looking for a subject for the city art contest."
"He's famous or something?"
"I don't think so, but I've heard he won the art contest as a freshman. He's expected to go places. He did that painting in the school lobby?"
"Painting? What painting?"
"Let me show you,"
Embarrass to grab a hold of his hand, Anzu motioned him to follow her, leading the two into the school lobby. The painting hung on the wall, its merit being of a young woman playing her flute in an outside scenery.
"This one?" Anzu nodded. "How long has this been up here?"
"Probably the time before you came to this school... It's so beautiful," Anzu walked up closer to the painting, arm reaching out, wanting to pet it. "He's amazingly talented to have painted something like this as a freshman,"
Malik titled his head a bit, still taking in the painting before him. ""Yeah... it is pretty impressive that a freshman did that but, if you take it at face value, it's not THAT good. It's almost bad,"
"What makes it so bad...?" a sudden voice said from behind.
"Ryuuji!" the two chorused together.
"What don't you like about my painting?"
"Ryuuji-senpai, he wasn't saying it to be mean..."
"It'd be okay if he were, I could care less. But... if he wasn't saying it to be mean, that proves he has a serious problem with my painting. And as an artist, I want to know what's wrong with it,"
"You're a good artist, and you've won plenty of awards, so I don't think you have anything to worry about-"
"Quit stalling. Tell me what your really think,"
The coldness of Malik's eyes returned once more. "You want a blunt answer? Well, here it is. It may look beautiful, but that's about it. You don't feel anything from the painting, though you have good technique. In other words, there's no moving feeling in it, no soul,"
Malik noticed the other boy's anger quite well, him balling up is fist, surprising what anger that had build up. "Of course it wouldn't have a soul... to someone as crude and ignorant as yourself. I do not paint for idiots like you!"
"Ryuuji-senpai!" Anzu cried out, after hearing is rare outburst.
"S-S-s-sorry..." the older boy replied, nervously pushing aside one of his strands of hair.
Usually for Malik, his anger would have almost killed the older teen, yet he only smiled sleeplessly. "No, I guess you're right," He started to walk off, "And forget what an idiot like myself said about it,"
"What about the modeling?!"
"That will be a 'no.' Critics would dismiss any paintings of such an uncivilized subject, right?" He walked off, leaving the other two behind.
"Malik! Wait up!" Anzu cried after, her legs pushing toward her crush. Her mind went blank, not realizing she grasped a hold of Malik's tanned, masculine arm. Malik looked down at the girl, who suddenly realize what she was doing. Before releasing the arm, Malik smiled genuinely upon, meaning he didn't mind the girl clasped into his arm.
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'I said too much, didn't I?'
'It was Ryuuji-senpai who made you say it. You didn't do anything wrong.'
'What the hell am I going to do with you? If you get picked on again because-'
'I'll be okay'
'Let me know if he does anything... I'll... 'apologize' to him,'
'Don't worry.'
Ryuuji looked at the sketch, a hated, despicable look upon his face. His balled-up anger knocked down the sketch, but only to reveal another one. He looked down on it, his eyes widening as he saw the art piece. A woman, embracing its child serenely. His thoughts lead to another, a vile smile curling up.
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"You're going home?" Anzu asked, her arms unwrapped from his.
"I have to go to work in a couple of hours," he replied.
The two arrived at his motorcycle. Malik sat on it, still conversating with Anzu. "Nee-chan!"
The two turned around, seeing Ryou running up to his sister. A smile spread across his as he wrapped his arms freely around his sister. Surprised of the sudden recoil of the hug, Anzu tumbled back on the ground, still having Ryou embracing her tightly. Malik watched the two siblings reunited, yet caught a glimpse of a pink mark on Ryou's left arm, which actually seemed like it went on forever. 'That kid have some issues...'
"What happened Ryou?" Anzu asked, giggling at her excited brother.
"Our track team is participating in the finals! Starting tomorrow, we're going to have extra practice so we can win! And one of us will bring home a trophy!"
"Really!? Well, I know that's going to be you, Ryou! And when you win, we'll go to Disneyland in Tokyo!"
Malik smirked a bit, watching Anzu embracing the younger boy. 'She's so motherly toward him... she seems different when she's around him,' Malik placed the helmet on his head and started the motorcycle. "Well, guess I'll see you later," he said. Anzu and Ryou moved away from Malik, letting him leave the school.
"Bye Malik..." Anzu cried out as Malik left.
Ryou's smile vanish as he saw the peaceful, calm look on her eyes as she watched the Egyptian leave. 'She never looked... that happy before...'
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{So, why don't you let me get rid of Malik again?}
No reply.
{I see... you have no answer, though you loathe his presence so very much}
'I... I don't loathe him...'
{Or maybe... you just don't want to see her happy with another mortal? Do not feel ashamed, since I too, feel the same way. We can get her back to us...}
'What do you mean "Get Back?" She's not a thing'
{But you do want her back, do you not? You, loving her since she is like your mother. And I, wanting to keep that body all to myself. And I WILL NOT SHARE}
'You won't come anywhere near her! As soon as it comes in the mail, I don't have to worry about you anymore,'
{Yes... that 'experiment' they are testing on you. You can't get rid of my presence... never...}
"Malik hasn't been around lately," a girl said to Anzu.
Anzu looked down, pushing up her glasses, relying, "Yeah, I asked him to stop modeling for me."
"Oh, that's too bad. And he's soo hot too! Oh! How about that Ryou guy? He's getting as popular as Malik. Maybe he can do nude too..."
O.oU "What...?! He's my brother for crying out loud!"
"Really? Wow, I wouldn't have ever guessed it," ^_^U
'I can't ask him to come here... Not after what I made him go through...'
~Of course it wouldn't have a soul... to someone as crude and ignorant as yourself. ~
Anzu flipped through her sketches of Malik.
'Malik isn't ignorant. He just has a irregular ray of speaking. He's really very sensitive. That day, Ryuuji-senpai was the one who seemed and sounded ordinary.'
Anzu's eyes widen as she realized something was missing. 'It's not here! That drawing that I had in my sketchbook...
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'Malik hasn't been around much lately, has he?'
'He's probably busy with modeling.'
'That's the thing. I heard he's been at the library instead of the art studio.'
'What's he doing at the library?'
'Duh! Studying of course!'
'What the hell gotten into him?'
The pencil slammed against the desk, the sound being the only noise filling the room. "Forget it, there's no use," Malik said at last. "What's the point of doing this now? I'll still be the idiotic dummy no matter what I do,"
"Y-Y-you're not dumb..." Anzu stuttered, hanging her head down as usual. "You've just become dumb. I-I-I think you're a really smart person..."
Malik rested his chin on his palm, giving Anzu a 'you're kidding me' look. "Aren't you giving me... jut a little bit too much credit? Asking me to model, making me study," Malik twirled the pencil around in his hand. "You keep asking me to do these foolish things. Even that Ryuuji guy knows me better than you,"
"You're not stupid or ignorant. If anything, you're perceptive and smart... It... scares me sometimes. Like that time when got rid of Yoshioka- sensei. You have the ability to read people."
"Read people...?" Malik mumbled.
'He's like him...'
"You know, how you threaten him with the x-acto knife,"
"Yeah... but that wasn't just a threat. I was serious," Malik's face relaxed, letting a smile take over. "I was going to cut him if he came at me. But he had no guts,"
~I heard Yoshioka-sensei quite. It was so sudden~
"Malik... did you... do something to Yoshioka-sensei after that?"
"No, nothing. The little ass ran away before I even could,"
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'What is this fear I have? Logic means nothing to him. He'll do whatever he thinks is right... even if it ruins him. Why does he still smile... like an innocent child?'
"It's not here," Anzu said aloud. "I looked all over and still can't find it," She sighed. "Ryou! Have you seen the sketch of the mother and child?!" Anzu cried out.
"No, sorry Nee-chan!" he cried out back.
"Where did it go...?'
'I remember the composition and the feel.. I can't remember... the colors. ! I don't remember Malik's colors!'
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'His intense colors drown out everything else...'
"Come on, Ryou! We can't miss the bus!" Anzu cried out to her brother, who was still taking his medicine.
"I'm all ready." Ryou replied as he followed his sister outside.
As she opened the door, Anzu cast a glance to the drown, which soon turned into a gaze of shock. Before her, was her sketch she desperately been trying to find, but now, it was in the form of a front page newspaper article... with another name under it. Ryuugi Otogi.
'How?! Why?!
As Anzu finally arrived at the school, she rushed in the building, hoping to find Ryuuji. She spotted him, going down the stairs. "Ryuuji- senpai! Why!? That's.... That's my painting!" Anzu cried out.
Ryuuji turned his gaze to Anzu, his eyes serious. "You're mistaken," he said coldly. "That's MY painting. Your idea probably just happened to coincide with mine."
He walked off, Anzu bearing catching her breath. Her body quivered at the lie she was just confronted with.
'When are you going to finish that painting...?
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Malik entered the class, only to have his attention toward a group of peers. "Hey, what's going on?" Malik asked, going toward the crowd.
"Hey Malik!" one girl greeted the Egyptian. "You know that senior, Ryuuji, he won the art contest." the girl lifted up the newspaper, showing Malik the winning piece. "See, isn't it beautiful?"
After the second he saw it, he walked out of class without a warning. He saw a couple of girls walking by. "Hey, do you that art moron Ryuuji? What's his homeroom,?"
"He's in 3-E," one replied.
"Thanks," he said as he walked past them. "He's in Rika's class..."
"Wasn't that Ishtar Malik?"
"Isn't he a junior? He's hot!"
"I wonder what he's doing in a senior class?"
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Malik entered the senior class, his presence disturbing the others. Rika noticed him. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Don't even try to get back together with because-" She noticed Malik walking past her, his main target in range. He balled up his fist, and thrust it into his face, knocking Ryuuji down.
"You no-talented imbecile..." Malik's face turned expressionless, feelings drowning from his face. His eyes lost emotion, only showing its true purple threatening glare.
"What the hell are you doing, dumbass!?" a senior cried out, standing up to the Egyptian. "Don't think you can walk your ass up in a senior room, doing whatever the hell you want!"
He grabbed Malik's shoulder, readying himself to punch him. Almost automatically, Malik turned his head to his insulter, grabbing his jacket, and collapsed his tightening fist in his stomach. From the collision, the other senior stumbled back into a desk, dare not to interfere any longer. Yet, his wish was not granted, as Malik kicked his head repeatedly. "I shall leave when I am finish, understood?" his now, deep, void, husky voice replied.
"You... must be mistaken! I didn't steal anything!" the frighten Ryuuji said. "Anzu just gotten it in her head that I took it!"
Malik now turned his attention to his real reason. A heartless smirk grew on his face, almost making his look crazily insane. He took hold of the trembling hand of Ryuuji. His tongue ran along his delicate skin, tasting the salty sweat he was giving off. "The hand you draw with..." Malik murmured as he now slammed the hand down on the desk. "Have you heard... the pleasurable sound of bones breaking?" Malik took his silence as a no. "You're going to hear it now,"
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"Hey!! There's a fight in the senior class, caused by Malik!" one junior cried out, pointing to the left.
Of course, this certainly caught Jou's attention. "You're kidding?!"
"No! It's true! He has that Ryuuji guy pinned down!"
"Is that asshole crazy!?"
Anzu over heard the conversation, and rushed down to the senior class with the others.
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You're wrong! It was a coincidence! That drawing was in my head to begin with!" cried out Ryuuji.
"You're lying..." Malik replied, no anger whatsoever in his tone. "I know the girl drew that picture. You could never draw something like that." he bent his fingers back further. "Just tell the truth... confess that you have stolen it,"
"STOP IT!" a teacher's voice cried out. He entered the class, while having others behind him. "What's all the commotion!?" Knowing an adult was in the class, he didn't release the fingers. "Ishtar! What are you doing? Let go of his hand!" He ran up to Malik, attempting to pull Malik back, yet, only to e pushed away.
Jou and Anzu entered the class. Malik heard his name being called by his friend. His mechanical eyes turned to the voice, yet, not to his friend. He turned to the pain expression on her face, a river pushing its way down her pink cheeks. As like a feeling of control coming back, Malik released the hand and walked out.
Malik...
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"What's going on, Ishtar? Fighting in school, with a senior no less?" the principle said to Malik. He turned his head toward the other boy. "What is this about, Ryuuji?"
"I-I-I don't know." Ryuuji hesitated.
"I have no idea..." Malik replied, his mannerism calm and relaxed.
"Is that so? I was wondering when you're going to snap..." said the assistant principle.
"Wait a minute. Malik may be reckless, but he wouldn't start a fight without a cause. Just tell us what's going on, Ishtar."
Malik leaned back in his chair. "Nothing. I just don't like him,"
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"What was he thinking!?" Jou said aloud.
Anzu stood by him on top of the school's roof. "It's... not Malik's fault. It's MY fault," Anzu said softly, trying to suppress her crackling voice.
"You're saying... his painting was a copy!?"
"I don't know how it happened!" Anzu sobbed into the rail. "But it's the same exact composition. There's not way he did that without copying my drawing,"
"Then... if it's true, why not Malik say anything?"
"There's not evidence. I have no idea what happened to my sketch..."
"But Malik saw it, right? Then-"
"It's no use." She turned to Jou. "Who do you think they are going to believe? It's Malik's word against Ryuuji's," She sighed. "He knows what people think of him. If I hadn't gotten to know him, I would doubt his as well. Unless Ryuuji-senpai confesses the truth, no one would believe Malik,"
"So you're just going to sit back and watch!? You should've won that contest!"
"I-I don't care about that! It doesn't matter to me..." The tears wouldn't stop. Like usual, she allowed herself to cry.
~You can also have the oil painting when it's done...~
~You're kidding!~
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"So I have a three-day suspension?" Malik asked as he walked out of the office. "Well, it's nothing to worry about..."
"You should be a little concerned," the older man replied, crossing his arms. "Your father sounded very upset on the phone,"
"What!? You told him!?"
"Of course. After you cause so much chaos. He wants you home right away. So... why don't you use this to go live with him?" Malik turned his head toward his direction. "I heard the gist of the story from your father. After a stunt like that, it's no wonder he's always worried about you. It's only the two of you, don't make him worry more."
'The teachers... thinking they know so much about what's right in your life...'
"I guess I'll humor him a bit. Can't live without his help,"
"Malik... you should really take better care of yourself. Your life is just beginning,"
Malik smirked. "Yes, sir," he replied.
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'That incident from two years ago must still be a burden on him. Even an adult couldn't cope with that...'
Malik walked down the hall, back to his class, until a sudden call of his name caused him to stop. He turned his attention to the voice. "Um... I'm a friend of Ryuuji's... he said he wants to talk to you about something."
"Hey, it's Malik with a senior." one classmate noticed out the window
"That guy over there... he hangs out with Rashid."
"Rashid... isn't he that thug?"
"This could be a serious problem..."
Malik walked over to the pool house. "This is where he wanted to meet me?" Malik said to himself as he opened the door. "It's pitch-black in this place,"
A sudden hand grabbed on his hair, pushing down to the floor as his hands were tied behind his back. "Don't let him go!" a voice cried out.
The lights turned on, revealing a much taller, older student. He was mostly bald, with a ponytail in the back. His skin was as fair as Malik's, people can make an assumption that they are related. "So... you're the dumbass junior who thought he could just bust in a senior classroom?"
"Where's Ryuuji?" Malik asked.
"You idiot, he was just an excuse to get your ass down here,"
"Hmm... I thought you seemed too stupid to be one of his friends..."
"You're dumber than everyone says you are." he scoffed. "Even the seniors talk about you..."
"Even the seniors? I feel like such a movie star!"
He slapped the underclassman. "You bastard! That's bad!" Malik fell on the ground. "So... you're older brothers are going to teach you a lesson,"
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"What!?" Jou exclaimed. "He was taken away but upperclassmen? Why didn't you stop them?"
"This is Rashid we're dealing with. We're just... a lil taken back by him..."
Anzu's eyes widen. 'Why? Why is this happening...?'
"Where did they go?"
"Over by the pool..."
Jou stomped out of the class, with Anzu and the other two boys following. "We have to stop him!"
"What if... Malik gets killed?" one of the informers asked.
"You idiot! It's the seniors I'm worried about! Once he goes off, you don't know what could happen!"
'Everything I was afraid of happening... is actually happening...'
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"Get some water," Rashid commanded. "He can't pass out yet..."
A bucket of water was handed to the older boy. He dumped the cool liquid over the unconscious Malik. He knelt down to Malik, grabbing a handful of his blonde hair, bringing hiss face to eye level. "He really is a bitumen. No wonder them girls squealed over him."
He pushed him back down to the ground. "It pisses me off, him getting all the girls with his pretty face." one of the seniors said.
"Hey," Rashid said, handing him a blade. "He was the one who took Rika from you, right? Here, give him a face Rika would die for,"
The other boy took hold of the knife. "This will be fun. We'll give them something to REALLY squeal about..."
The boy moved the blade closer to Malik's face, as his free hand held him up. "Just leave it to me..." Before the blade cut through tan flesh, Malik awoken, taking hold on the hand in front of him, with his mouth. He bit down harder, the scarlet fluid running down his hand and Malik's mouth. The two other boys watched in shock. "Let go of me, bastard!!!"
Obeying his requested, Malik released the injured hand. Malik smirked, the same expression from only a few hours ago returned to him. He licked the blood from around his mouth, still wearing his insane smirk. "You freak!" Rashid cried out, attempting to wound Malik. He shot a lethal glance at him. He noticed how he tried to head for the fallen knife, but he stepped his foot on it, and kicked him upwards.
Rashid fell back, having Malik falling on top of him. His head drew closer to him, meeting his ear. He licked around the outside, teasing his ear a little. "You..." Malik said, knowing the third senior was behind him. "You will untie these ropes or..." Malik licked the ear again. "... Otherwise, I shall bite his ear off!"
A scream was heard from Rashid, the pain from his ear was too great. "You thought you had it all planned, did you not?!" Malik bit down on his ear harder.
"Untie the damn ropes!!!" Rashid cried. "NOW!"
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"This way!" on the boys cried out. He swung open the door, only to be greeted by a begging senior with his hand dripping with blood. "Please... call the doctor," he cried out.
"You guys look messed-up..."
"Where's Malik?" Jou question, as he looked around the room.
Anzu spotted him first. He was by the pool, dunking someone's head continuously in the pool for long periods of time. "Malik!" Jou cried as he ran over to him. He pulled Malik back, trying to hold back his arms. "LET HIM GO! Are you trying to kill him!?"
The senior was released. He caught his breath. "Why the hell did you stop me! Release me at once!" Malik demanded. "Humans do not die from a little lack of air!" Malik's insane rampage ended as he saw her. That same sadden look was on her face, something that can make anyone feel guilt. Everything that was human about him returned. He lifted himself up from Jou's grasped, and walked pass her, not wanting to look at her directly.
After Malik left, Anzu's legs went weak, causing her to collapse. "Malik's hurt..."
"He'll be okay. That's nothing," Jou said, hoping to reassure the crying girl.
"It's not his body. He hurts inside... I can feel it."
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'The ones who hurt him aren't just Ryuuji-senpai and the upperclassmen guys here... I'm one of those people as well... I wish I had given him the painting sooner...'
On her trip to the bathroom, Anzu spotted Ryuuji coming up the stairs. Catching sight of Anzu, he turned back down the stairs. "Wait, Ryuuji-senpai!" He stopped, listening to what Anzu wanted to say to him. "I don't hate you. I don't even care about the painting... or if you stole it or not. But... I made a promise to Malik, that I would give him the finished painting,"
Because he's given me so many other things. Courage... this different feeling of love... He'd made me feel so many new emotions...
"... He was really looking forward to it. And... I want to be able to give it to him,"
... Though, he doesn't feel the same toward me...
"I won't tell anybody. I promise. It's just the only thing I can give to him now. So... if you still have that sketch, please give it back." Anzu looked up, only to see the senior running down the stairs.
"Chasing after seniors now while Malik is away. What are you thinking?" one senior girl said. Her friends stood behind her, having their arms crossed.
"Rumors has it that YOU started that fight," another said. "You make a lot of trouble for an innocent-looking girl,"
"How stupid of Malik... to be fighting over some goody-goody... I thought he was above that! He's just some dumbass jerk!"
"Don't... Don't say things like that!" Anzu cried out. She lifted her head, her face not revealing fear, yet anger. "You know nothing about him! Don't make up stories!"
"Shut your mouth, you lil bitch!" the main girl cried out, while slapping her hand across Anzu's face.
"Let her go... that's so humiliating..." a new, female voice said. She walked up closer, placing one hand on her hips. "You girls have no class... That is just plain harassment."
'Mai!?'
"You shouldn't take out your anger on her, just because Malik wouldn't give you the time of day,"
"What the hell did you say!?"
Mai flipped her hair up. "You girls shouldn't be causing a scene. You ARE seniors, ready to graduate and start careers. But if you want to stay back in this dump, be my guest."
The girls exchanged glances, knowing what Mai said was right. They couldn't afford to take their chances now. "C'mon," the leader of the girls said.
After they left, Anzu brought her head back down. "Th-thanks..."
Mai turned her head from Anzu, "It's not like I was sticking up for you... I just got pissed of, hearing them talk about Malik!" she replied quickly. Her snobby expression turned into a sad one. "I... was shocked when you stood up to those girls..." She turned to Anzu. "I guess... you're serious about Malik, huh?" She smiled. "I guess it's alright for you to get pissed too/"
"You said... if I got serious about Malik... I would get hurt..." Anzu lifted her head. "Did that happen to you?"
"I might've been... if I really got serious about him and crushed all of your fingers. The Malik I loved was so childlike... and reckless... But, thought it was only a fun game.
~Hey Malik! Check it out! Thirty people got shot dead. That's really crazy... You've lived in LA, right? Did you ever used a gun?~
~Yeah. There was this person in the neighborhood. I got really pissed and went to blow his head off.~
~Really? You actually did it?~
~No, the gun wasn't loaded~
~Haha... What an idiot!~
~Guess I am~
"... Now, I can't laugh about it anymore. Are you okay with that? Can you still love him...?"
'I just want to be near him... be protected by him... there's nothing I can do for him...'
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He turned the corner, which lead to an alley, a shorter way to his home. He sighed, as he recalled the event that happened to him that day. Suddenly, an unknown forced pushed him to the wall, causing him to slide down the walls. A figure stood up closer to him, black shades covering his eyes. He towered the fallen boy, then knelt down. He took out a knife, and slid it across the other's face, only enough to cause blood seeping through. He licked the side of his face, then pulled his head back. "Not bad... though you have deceived my Anzu... Your blood has a sour after-taste," the stranger remarked. He smirked. "But I am glad that Malik have shown me some of his true motives, only making his demise even sweeter."
The stranger slid the knife across the other's neck now, barely causing a wound. "Speak of this moment, and I will not think about sparing you again, understood?"
The frighten bog nodded. 'He has... that same look Malik had earlier... and that same aura...'
"Now... be the good little boy you let others see, and return my Anzu's work to her. Unless... you want me to make that cut deeper..."
He nodded.
"Good, remember, utter a word to a mortal, and I shall kill you," He smirked again, his red eyes and expression almost fooled the boy to look like the insane Malik.
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DONE! Now I can eat dinner! ^_^ Was that a good chapter? It was only 38 pages... and sorry it took a while to update. I will take breaks after I'm done with a book. I saw a YGO episode, like 17somthing, and it had this guy who looks similar to Ryou, yet with aqua hair, and Jou and this hypthnotised guy were dueling in these cyber suits... Well, I know Malik is gonna stop being the center of fanfics and the aqua-haired guy is. ^_^U I'll try to update soon. And the next chapter will contain spoilers. Well, see ya!
Wow!!!!! 17 reviews! ^_^ I'm sooooooooooooo happy! I will keep typing too! ^_~. Sorry about that lil kissing scene, wish it could have improved more, but I've never been kissed so I wouldn't know it'll be like -_-U. I was thinking about doing a Yuu-Gi-Oh version of Paradise Kiss, but I don't have enough of the right characters to fit the people. I already thought about havin Seto as George, Anzu as Yukari, Shizuka (or maybe Yuugi) as Miwako, Arashi as Ryuuji, and... unfortunately, Ryou as Isabella. But I didn't want to create an own character for Mikako since Shizuka doesn't have a sister, but Yuugi would kinda fit, but it'll be weird changing the whole story; havin them a couple. So, I gave up. Besides, my friend owns the manga and she'll forget to bring it for me. Maybe INVU would be good maybe... A really funny story would be "Joey, The Rune Soldier," (I'm watchin it right now ^_^) I can think of the characters already, but I wouldn't write it though
Well, I can't wait to buy my friend "Model." It looks interesting, I wouldn't buy it for myself, but I would like to read it... but my brother suppose to be giving me some money... since I'm broke... And she'll buy me the next book of "Girl Got Game." ^_^ A really good book is Alice 19th. I definitely like Alice WAY better than Miaka... I can't stand her! But she's funny though... weird, I don't like her, but her stupidity makes me laugh. Thinkin about that, I need the next book of it. I like Yui much better... ^_^ Ooh! I can't wait for the next Tokyo Mew Mew! My friend collects them, and I just read 2, 3, 4, 5, yesterday and I really wanna read the next one! ^_^ Along with Petshop of Horror! ^_^
I don't owe Yuu-Gi-Oh nor MARS nor the title of the chapters.
Oh yeah, I guess I should've said this before, if you only have book one of MARS, this chapter will contain spoilers, along with future chapters too.
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We Pretend Not To Realize How We Really Feel
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The first day of school, I could tell Malik stood.
He was the object of all the girl's desires, and even the guys had to take a step back around him.
I always thought we lived in different worlds...
"MALIK!!!"
"... Huh?" the startled Malik mumbled, as he walked by two girls at their lockers.
"Is it true you're modeling for that new girl?"
"Is it nude!?"
"Yeah..." he replied sarcastically. "I never knew I looked that good with my clothes off," He turned around, a goofy smile on his face. "Just kidding..."
O.o "Huh?" The girls were huddled around the shy girl following Malik.
"ANZU! Quit hogging Malik all to yourself!"
"Yeah! Show us his portrait!"
The girls snatched the sketch book from Anzu's clutches, causing a sweat drop on the side of her face. The others flipped the book, only to be deceived by the model. "What the hell is this!? ALL OF IT IS MALIK SLEEPING!"
"Yeah! Show us the nude ones!"
"But... I have never drawn anything like that..." the shy auburn girl replied.
"LIAR! WE'VE HEARD YOU KNOW!"
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Is it true that Malik is going out with Anzu?
That's a shock. The guy standing out the most and the girl who stands out the least end up together,
Do you think the they've done "It?"
Of course! We ARE talking about Malik, you know.
Poor Anzu. She just moved here, and she already fell victim to him.
"Hey, okay?" the relaxed Malik whispered over to Anzu.
"N-no... I can't..." Anzu replied hesitantly, a blush creeping across her face.
"Come on..."
'No."
"Stop being all uptight,"
"But we can't be doing this. We'll get in trouble,"
"Just show me the answers!" he voice went over than a whisper as he grabbed hold of the other end of the paper.
A ripped sound filled the room, having everyone's attention on Malik and Anzu. "Stupid..." Jou mumbled as he watched Malik pathetically tried to copy off of Anzu.
Anzu pushed up her glasses, and looked down at her desk while Malik was sent to the guidance office.
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"Malik, don't you want to be someone? Since you've been here, you've gone from being the top in school to cheating on exams." the consoler said, pushing up his thick glasses. 'Why don't you get serious? We know you could excel if you tried a little harder,"
"I'm not sure," Malik replied, his posture already relaxed and laid back. He crossed his arms and continued. "I don't know if I just lived it up too early or if I'm just burned out. But it doesn't matter, I will not go to college."
The other man let out a side, and continued talking to the delinquent. "You know, your father is very upset. He desperately wants you to go,"
"He doesn't understand me, as usual. College is only for office workers. And I'm not planning on becoming one any time soon."
'-_-U No one's telling you become an office worker,' "Then what are your goals in the future?"
"To be popular, to get laid, and party all the time,"
He sprang up, a chair over his head as he was about to collapsed it with the Malik, yet others prevented it from happening. "I was only kidding!"
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But really, why did he have to throw it all away?
When Malik first started, we thought he would be the best student in the history of this school.
But now, he's the most delinquent student in the history of this school.
"A make-up examine?" questioned Anzu, as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
"I'm SOOO screwed! How the hell am I going to get out of this one?" questioned the Egyptian, though it wasn't directly to Anzu.
"You're not... planning on cheating again, are you...?"
"Well, I have to do SOMETHING to pass!" His hand collided with his head, lazily sliding down his face.
"Well, you're not dumb Malik... You just need to study a bit..."
"Who are you now, a teacher?"
".U Sorry..."
Malik sighed. "I can care less about studying. I didn't even want to go to high school. But my father told me I could move out if I passed the entrance exams, so I studied."
"So, why did you want to leave home so badly?" She pushed up her glasses, as her head unconsciously lifted up.
"I don't want to be around him... I hate him. He treats me like some moron... pisses me off,"
Just as Anzu was about to protest to the statement, a screechy, feminine voice called after Malik. Anzu's head shot up as she saw the girl approaching behind Malik. 'I think that is... Malik's ex-girlfriend,'
"I heard you're going out with a classmate, Malik," she said, her essence dripping of lechery, as her tongue roamed his ear, causing him to wince.
She looked up at the girl across of her, placing her tongue back in her mouth. She removed her arms from around Malik, eying the guiltless face. "What!? This is your girlfriend? She looks so pure and innocent!" Her head whipped toward Malik's direction. "What's gotten into you, Malik? You were never into girls like her."
The commotion spread, having different heads turn toward their direction. "Check it out! Malik's new girlfriend and his Ex! And he's in the middle!"
A thought crawled up her head as she looked Anzu in the eye. She grope Malik once more, an index finger making its way up his heck. "So... what do you like about her?" her voice sounding slightly seductive.
"Hmm... what do I like...?" he echoed. This caught Anzu's attention, knowing well that he might reveal what he really thinks of her. "Well, she trust me, and doesn't rip the hair off my head when she's having a bad day,"
"What? Was I too violent?" her voice still lingering around seduction.
"Well, I WAS slapped around quite a bit,"
"Well, you be better watch out. These type get all needy when you get them, and won't leave you alone,"
"What? Really?" His head turned to Anzu, both of his hands clasped together. "Wow! Let's see if it's true Anzu!"
Anzu: O.OU
O.o' "Don't tell me... you have done it yet?"
"We haven't."
"Then what the hell are you doing if you're not having sex!?"
"We talk..."
"T-t-talk!?" the words sounding venomous as she spoke them. "I thought you weren't good for anything but sex!"
"Well, with us, it was the only thing we could do. You know, maybe because we're both stupid," His head was pulled back by his ex's hand, leaving Anzu with a dumbfounded expression.
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-You should really tell Anzu to hurry up and break up with Malik, Jou! He'll destroy her!"-
"You know... he's got a good heart," Jou said to Anzu, before the art club began.
"I-I-I know..." she hesitated, a blush spreading wide across her face.
"I thought you like Malik,"
"I... I do. But I'm very certain he doesn't feel the same way. He probably doesn't even think of me as a real girl. B-b-but everyone has it all wrong. I'm not his... girlfriend. It's a laugh to think about... And I know Ryou agrees with me,"
"You couldn't be more wrong..."
Jou crossed his arms and leaned against the rail. "So... who is this Ryou? He sounds familiar..."
"Ryou is my young brother... We look nothing alike,"
"Ryou... Ryou... Ah! He's that kid with the white hair, right?" Anzu nodded. "A lot of girls like him. But he seems to just brush them aside though... He's almost like Malik,"
"Ryou... isn't very interested in that kind of stuff. Though, I wish he were, instead of hanging around boring me..."
"Hmm... that's probably how they're different too. That Malik..." he trailed off. "To tell you the truth, this may be his first real relationship,"
"But... I heard he was going out with so many girls..."
"He was just biting whatever bait that was thrown to him. Until now, he was just an animal. If you look at it that way, you should be commended for transforming him,"
"But... I haven't done anything. I just got here, how could I do something to a complete stranger?" 'Though... he doesn't seem that much of a stranger to me now...'
"Love doesn't happen because someone does something for you, it's all about feeling."
"And this is coming from someone who hasn't been with someone, as long as I was here... "
-_-U "Anyway, you should be bolder about it,"
Anzu looked down, causing her hair to cover the deep blush. "You're probably wondering 'Why'd he chose me?' right? Well, I guess that makes you you. It'll be hard to go out with that guy, but you can talk to me for advice,"
'But... we don't even go out...'
"Thank you, Jounouchi. For someone like me..."
"See, you're saying it again! 'For someone like me,'"
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"Malik... it doesn't bother me that you're playing your gameboy, but could you at least look up now or then...?" she timidly, slightly frighten by her demands.
"No. Mario'll die if I do that," he replied bluntly.
-_-U
'If you don't want him to fall asleep, give him a toy or something,'
'I thought it was good advice, but at least he's still and has his head slightly up when he's asleep,'
"When are you going to finish that painting?" he asked suddenly, his head not lifting to meet her.
"Um... that'll probably take some time,"
I'm lying to him... Didn't even started it yet...'
"Damn!" a faint tune filled the room for a second. "Mario died."
'It's not that I don't want to paint it... but if I do give it to him, then there'll be nothing keeping us together...'
"Hey! You can see the basketball court from here!"
'It seems like it'll just end...'
"Look at Jou go, though the dog isn't as good as me." His posture change, arms leaning completely against the back of the chair. "They're lucky... Wish I was playing out there,"
'I'm bring selfish... All I'm doing is restraining him. It's like tying him to that chair,'
Malik's arms stretched, "I am bored," he said during the process.
"Don't move," a quiet, but audible masculine voice said, directing itself to Malik. Malik looked over to his left, only to see another in the class. He was rather thin, yet had a masculine frame to his body. His jacket was cast aside, just as Malik's was as well. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, leaving a few strands in the front. The thin, black line of make-up down the left side of his face brought out his grassy eyes. "Um... could you get back in the pose you were in?"
Malik rose from his seat, treading swiftly to the other boy. He looked down at the sketch of himself, lift the paper in his hands, and tore it to mere shreds. "HEY! What are you doing!?" the boy cried out. "What's your problem?"
"YOU'RE my problem!" he said, rephrasing the question.
"Malik!" Anzu cried as she walked over to the scene. "Why did you rip it up? You could have said something,"
"Don't worry about it, Anzu. I was wrong," the raven-haired boy replied.
Malik saw the sorrowful look in her eyes, the same look which made him weaken. "Sorry," he mumbled and walked out of the studio.
'Malik...'
"Malik!" she cried, as she ran after him. "I'm sorry... about what happened."
Malik gazed over at her a bit, still seeing the pity look on her face... her cute frighten pitied face. He walked down the stairs, leaving Anzu by herself.
She walked back in the art studio. "Ryuuji-senpai..." she mumbled.
He snapped his head toward the calm voice, as he was admiring her sketch of Malik. "I'm sorry... I didn't think he would be so pissed off. He's just so inspiring. Why do you keep drawing such a perfect model asleep?"
-_-U
"It'll probably be weird if I asked, but... could you ask him to model for me?"
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"Hell. No." Malik replied, not even letting the question finish. "Why should I help out that fool out anyway?"
'Unfortunately... I knew he would say something like that...'
"Well, he said he'll pay you for it..."
"Wha...?"
"Quite a bit he said,"
Malik placed a hand on his chin, his mind "thinking." "He's not... you know... queer is he...?"
It took Anzu a while for the question to register in her head. "I-I- I don't know..."
"I want the money... but I don't want him making moves on me..."
-_-U "I don't think he's hitting on you... He just really want to paint you. Plus, he's looking for a subject for the city art contest."
"He's famous or something?"
"I don't think so, but I've heard he won the art contest as a freshman. He's expected to go places. He did that painting in the school lobby?"
"Painting? What painting?"
"Let me show you,"
Embarrass to grab a hold of his hand, Anzu motioned him to follow her, leading the two into the school lobby. The painting hung on the wall, its merit being of a young woman playing her flute in an outside scenery.
"This one?" Anzu nodded. "How long has this been up here?"
"Probably the time before you came to this school... It's so beautiful," Anzu walked up closer to the painting, arm reaching out, wanting to pet it. "He's amazingly talented to have painted something like this as a freshman,"
Malik titled his head a bit, still taking in the painting before him. ""Yeah... it is pretty impressive that a freshman did that but, if you take it at face value, it's not THAT good. It's almost bad,"
"What makes it so bad...?" a sudden voice said from behind.
"Ryuuji!" the two chorused together.
"What don't you like about my painting?"
"Ryuuji-senpai, he wasn't saying it to be mean..."
"It'd be okay if he were, I could care less. But... if he wasn't saying it to be mean, that proves he has a serious problem with my painting. And as an artist, I want to know what's wrong with it,"
"You're a good artist, and you've won plenty of awards, so I don't think you have anything to worry about-"
"Quit stalling. Tell me what your really think,"
The coldness of Malik's eyes returned once more. "You want a blunt answer? Well, here it is. It may look beautiful, but that's about it. You don't feel anything from the painting, though you have good technique. In other words, there's no moving feeling in it, no soul,"
Malik noticed the other boy's anger quite well, him balling up is fist, surprising what anger that had build up. "Of course it wouldn't have a soul... to someone as crude and ignorant as yourself. I do not paint for idiots like you!"
"Ryuuji-senpai!" Anzu cried out, after hearing is rare outburst.
"S-S-s-sorry..." the older boy replied, nervously pushing aside one of his strands of hair.
Usually for Malik, his anger would have almost killed the older teen, yet he only smiled sleeplessly. "No, I guess you're right," He started to walk off, "And forget what an idiot like myself said about it,"
"What about the modeling?!"
"That will be a 'no.' Critics would dismiss any paintings of such an uncivilized subject, right?" He walked off, leaving the other two behind.
"Malik! Wait up!" Anzu cried after, her legs pushing toward her crush. Her mind went blank, not realizing she grasped a hold of Malik's tanned, masculine arm. Malik looked down at the girl, who suddenly realize what she was doing. Before releasing the arm, Malik smiled genuinely upon, meaning he didn't mind the girl clasped into his arm.
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'I said too much, didn't I?'
'It was Ryuuji-senpai who made you say it. You didn't do anything wrong.'
'What the hell am I going to do with you? If you get picked on again because-'
'I'll be okay'
'Let me know if he does anything... I'll... 'apologize' to him,'
'Don't worry.'
Ryuuji looked at the sketch, a hated, despicable look upon his face. His balled-up anger knocked down the sketch, but only to reveal another one. He looked down on it, his eyes widening as he saw the art piece. A woman, embracing its child serenely. His thoughts lead to another, a vile smile curling up.
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"You're going home?" Anzu asked, her arms unwrapped from his.
"I have to go to work in a couple of hours," he replied.
The two arrived at his motorcycle. Malik sat on it, still conversating with Anzu. "Nee-chan!"
The two turned around, seeing Ryou running up to his sister. A smile spread across his as he wrapped his arms freely around his sister. Surprised of the sudden recoil of the hug, Anzu tumbled back on the ground, still having Ryou embracing her tightly. Malik watched the two siblings reunited, yet caught a glimpse of a pink mark on Ryou's left arm, which actually seemed like it went on forever. 'That kid have some issues...'
"What happened Ryou?" Anzu asked, giggling at her excited brother.
"Our track team is participating in the finals! Starting tomorrow, we're going to have extra practice so we can win! And one of us will bring home a trophy!"
"Really!? Well, I know that's going to be you, Ryou! And when you win, we'll go to Disneyland in Tokyo!"
Malik smirked a bit, watching Anzu embracing the younger boy. 'She's so motherly toward him... she seems different when she's around him,' Malik placed the helmet on his head and started the motorcycle. "Well, guess I'll see you later," he said. Anzu and Ryou moved away from Malik, letting him leave the school.
"Bye Malik..." Anzu cried out as Malik left.
Ryou's smile vanish as he saw the peaceful, calm look on her eyes as she watched the Egyptian leave. 'She never looked... that happy before...'
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{So, why don't you let me get rid of Malik again?}
No reply.
{I see... you have no answer, though you loathe his presence so very much}
'I... I don't loathe him...'
{Or maybe... you just don't want to see her happy with another mortal? Do not feel ashamed, since I too, feel the same way. We can get her back to us...}
'What do you mean "Get Back?" She's not a thing'
{But you do want her back, do you not? You, loving her since she is like your mother. And I, wanting to keep that body all to myself. And I WILL NOT SHARE}
'You won't come anywhere near her! As soon as it comes in the mail, I don't have to worry about you anymore,'
{Yes... that 'experiment' they are testing on you. You can't get rid of my presence... never...}
"Malik hasn't been around lately," a girl said to Anzu.
Anzu looked down, pushing up her glasses, relying, "Yeah, I asked him to stop modeling for me."
"Oh, that's too bad. And he's soo hot too! Oh! How about that Ryou guy? He's getting as popular as Malik. Maybe he can do nude too..."
O.oU "What...?! He's my brother for crying out loud!"
"Really? Wow, I wouldn't have ever guessed it," ^_^U
'I can't ask him to come here... Not after what I made him go through...'
~Of course it wouldn't have a soul... to someone as crude and ignorant as yourself. ~
Anzu flipped through her sketches of Malik.
'Malik isn't ignorant. He just has a irregular ray of speaking. He's really very sensitive. That day, Ryuuji-senpai was the one who seemed and sounded ordinary.'
Anzu's eyes widen as she realized something was missing. 'It's not here! That drawing that I had in my sketchbook...
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'Malik hasn't been around much lately, has he?'
'He's probably busy with modeling.'
'That's the thing. I heard he's been at the library instead of the art studio.'
'What's he doing at the library?'
'Duh! Studying of course!'
'What the hell gotten into him?'
The pencil slammed against the desk, the sound being the only noise filling the room. "Forget it, there's no use," Malik said at last. "What's the point of doing this now? I'll still be the idiotic dummy no matter what I do,"
"Y-Y-you're not dumb..." Anzu stuttered, hanging her head down as usual. "You've just become dumb. I-I-I think you're a really smart person..."
Malik rested his chin on his palm, giving Anzu a 'you're kidding me' look. "Aren't you giving me... jut a little bit too much credit? Asking me to model, making me study," Malik twirled the pencil around in his hand. "You keep asking me to do these foolish things. Even that Ryuuji guy knows me better than you,"
"You're not stupid or ignorant. If anything, you're perceptive and smart... It... scares me sometimes. Like that time when got rid of Yoshioka- sensei. You have the ability to read people."
"Read people...?" Malik mumbled.
'He's like him...'
"You know, how you threaten him with the x-acto knife,"
"Yeah... but that wasn't just a threat. I was serious," Malik's face relaxed, letting a smile take over. "I was going to cut him if he came at me. But he had no guts,"
~I heard Yoshioka-sensei quite. It was so sudden~
"Malik... did you... do something to Yoshioka-sensei after that?"
"No, nothing. The little ass ran away before I even could,"
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'What is this fear I have? Logic means nothing to him. He'll do whatever he thinks is right... even if it ruins him. Why does he still smile... like an innocent child?'
"It's not here," Anzu said aloud. "I looked all over and still can't find it," She sighed. "Ryou! Have you seen the sketch of the mother and child?!" Anzu cried out.
"No, sorry Nee-chan!" he cried out back.
"Where did it go...?'
'I remember the composition and the feel.. I can't remember... the colors. ! I don't remember Malik's colors!'
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'His intense colors drown out everything else...'
"Come on, Ryou! We can't miss the bus!" Anzu cried out to her brother, who was still taking his medicine.
"I'm all ready." Ryou replied as he followed his sister outside.
As she opened the door, Anzu cast a glance to the drown, which soon turned into a gaze of shock. Before her, was her sketch she desperately been trying to find, but now, it was in the form of a front page newspaper article... with another name under it. Ryuugi Otogi.
'How?! Why?!
As Anzu finally arrived at the school, she rushed in the building, hoping to find Ryuuji. She spotted him, going down the stairs. "Ryuuji- senpai! Why!? That's.... That's my painting!" Anzu cried out.
Ryuuji turned his gaze to Anzu, his eyes serious. "You're mistaken," he said coldly. "That's MY painting. Your idea probably just happened to coincide with mine."
He walked off, Anzu bearing catching her breath. Her body quivered at the lie she was just confronted with.
'When are you going to finish that painting...?
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Malik entered the class, only to have his attention toward a group of peers. "Hey, what's going on?" Malik asked, going toward the crowd.
"Hey Malik!" one girl greeted the Egyptian. "You know that senior, Ryuuji, he won the art contest." the girl lifted up the newspaper, showing Malik the winning piece. "See, isn't it beautiful?"
After the second he saw it, he walked out of class without a warning. He saw a couple of girls walking by. "Hey, do you that art moron Ryuuji? What's his homeroom,?"
"He's in 3-E," one replied.
"Thanks," he said as he walked past them. "He's in Rika's class..."
"Wasn't that Ishtar Malik?"
"Isn't he a junior? He's hot!"
"I wonder what he's doing in a senior class?"
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Malik entered the senior class, his presence disturbing the others. Rika noticed him. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Don't even try to get back together with because-" She noticed Malik walking past her, his main target in range. He balled up his fist, and thrust it into his face, knocking Ryuuji down.
"You no-talented imbecile..." Malik's face turned expressionless, feelings drowning from his face. His eyes lost emotion, only showing its true purple threatening glare.
"What the hell are you doing, dumbass!?" a senior cried out, standing up to the Egyptian. "Don't think you can walk your ass up in a senior room, doing whatever the hell you want!"
He grabbed Malik's shoulder, readying himself to punch him. Almost automatically, Malik turned his head to his insulter, grabbing his jacket, and collapsed his tightening fist in his stomach. From the collision, the other senior stumbled back into a desk, dare not to interfere any longer. Yet, his wish was not granted, as Malik kicked his head repeatedly. "I shall leave when I am finish, understood?" his now, deep, void, husky voice replied.
"You... must be mistaken! I didn't steal anything!" the frighten Ryuuji said. "Anzu just gotten it in her head that I took it!"
Malik now turned his attention to his real reason. A heartless smirk grew on his face, almost making his look crazily insane. He took hold of the trembling hand of Ryuuji. His tongue ran along his delicate skin, tasting the salty sweat he was giving off. "The hand you draw with..." Malik murmured as he now slammed the hand down on the desk. "Have you heard... the pleasurable sound of bones breaking?" Malik took his silence as a no. "You're going to hear it now,"
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"Hey!! There's a fight in the senior class, caused by Malik!" one junior cried out, pointing to the left.
Of course, this certainly caught Jou's attention. "You're kidding?!"
"No! It's true! He has that Ryuuji guy pinned down!"
"Is that asshole crazy!?"
Anzu over heard the conversation, and rushed down to the senior class with the others.
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You're wrong! It was a coincidence! That drawing was in my head to begin with!" cried out Ryuuji.
"You're lying..." Malik replied, no anger whatsoever in his tone. "I know the girl drew that picture. You could never draw something like that." he bent his fingers back further. "Just tell the truth... confess that you have stolen it,"
"STOP IT!" a teacher's voice cried out. He entered the class, while having others behind him. "What's all the commotion!?" Knowing an adult was in the class, he didn't release the fingers. "Ishtar! What are you doing? Let go of his hand!" He ran up to Malik, attempting to pull Malik back, yet, only to e pushed away.
Jou and Anzu entered the class. Malik heard his name being called by his friend. His mechanical eyes turned to the voice, yet, not to his friend. He turned to the pain expression on her face, a river pushing its way down her pink cheeks. As like a feeling of control coming back, Malik released the hand and walked out.
Malik...
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"What's going on, Ishtar? Fighting in school, with a senior no less?" the principle said to Malik. He turned his head toward the other boy. "What is this about, Ryuuji?"
"I-I-I don't know." Ryuuji hesitated.
"I have no idea..." Malik replied, his mannerism calm and relaxed.
"Is that so? I was wondering when you're going to snap..." said the assistant principle.
"Wait a minute. Malik may be reckless, but he wouldn't start a fight without a cause. Just tell us what's going on, Ishtar."
Malik leaned back in his chair. "Nothing. I just don't like him,"
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"What was he thinking!?" Jou said aloud.
Anzu stood by him on top of the school's roof. "It's... not Malik's fault. It's MY fault," Anzu said softly, trying to suppress her crackling voice.
"You're saying... his painting was a copy!?"
"I don't know how it happened!" Anzu sobbed into the rail. "But it's the same exact composition. There's not way he did that without copying my drawing,"
"Then... if it's true, why not Malik say anything?"
"There's not evidence. I have no idea what happened to my sketch..."
"But Malik saw it, right? Then-"
"It's no use." She turned to Jou. "Who do you think they are going to believe? It's Malik's word against Ryuuji's," She sighed. "He knows what people think of him. If I hadn't gotten to know him, I would doubt his as well. Unless Ryuuji-senpai confesses the truth, no one would believe Malik,"
"So you're just going to sit back and watch!? You should've won that contest!"
"I-I don't care about that! It doesn't matter to me..." The tears wouldn't stop. Like usual, she allowed herself to cry.
~You can also have the oil painting when it's done...~
~You're kidding!~
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"So I have a three-day suspension?" Malik asked as he walked out of the office. "Well, it's nothing to worry about..."
"You should be a little concerned," the older man replied, crossing his arms. "Your father sounded very upset on the phone,"
"What!? You told him!?"
"Of course. After you cause so much chaos. He wants you home right away. So... why don't you use this to go live with him?" Malik turned his head toward his direction. "I heard the gist of the story from your father. After a stunt like that, it's no wonder he's always worried about you. It's only the two of you, don't make him worry more."
'The teachers... thinking they know so much about what's right in your life...'
"I guess I'll humor him a bit. Can't live without his help,"
"Malik... you should really take better care of yourself. Your life is just beginning,"
Malik smirked. "Yes, sir," he replied.
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'That incident from two years ago must still be a burden on him. Even an adult couldn't cope with that...'
Malik walked down the hall, back to his class, until a sudden call of his name caused him to stop. He turned his attention to the voice. "Um... I'm a friend of Ryuuji's... he said he wants to talk to you about something."
"Hey, it's Malik with a senior." one classmate noticed out the window
"That guy over there... he hangs out with Rashid."
"Rashid... isn't he that thug?"
"This could be a serious problem..."
Malik walked over to the pool house. "This is where he wanted to meet me?" Malik said to himself as he opened the door. "It's pitch-black in this place,"
A sudden hand grabbed on his hair, pushing down to the floor as his hands were tied behind his back. "Don't let him go!" a voice cried out.
The lights turned on, revealing a much taller, older student. He was mostly bald, with a ponytail in the back. His skin was as fair as Malik's, people can make an assumption that they are related. "So... you're the dumbass junior who thought he could just bust in a senior classroom?"
"Where's Ryuuji?" Malik asked.
"You idiot, he was just an excuse to get your ass down here,"
"Hmm... I thought you seemed too stupid to be one of his friends..."
"You're dumber than everyone says you are." he scoffed. "Even the seniors talk about you..."
"Even the seniors? I feel like such a movie star!"
He slapped the underclassman. "You bastard! That's bad!" Malik fell on the ground. "So... you're older brothers are going to teach you a lesson,"
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"What!?" Jou exclaimed. "He was taken away but upperclassmen? Why didn't you stop them?"
"This is Rashid we're dealing with. We're just... a lil taken back by him..."
Anzu's eyes widen. 'Why? Why is this happening...?'
"Where did they go?"
"Over by the pool..."
Jou stomped out of the class, with Anzu and the other two boys following. "We have to stop him!"
"What if... Malik gets killed?" one of the informers asked.
"You idiot! It's the seniors I'm worried about! Once he goes off, you don't know what could happen!"
'Everything I was afraid of happening... is actually happening...'
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"Get some water," Rashid commanded. "He can't pass out yet..."
A bucket of water was handed to the older boy. He dumped the cool liquid over the unconscious Malik. He knelt down to Malik, grabbing a handful of his blonde hair, bringing hiss face to eye level. "He really is a bitumen. No wonder them girls squealed over him."
He pushed him back down to the ground. "It pisses me off, him getting all the girls with his pretty face." one of the seniors said.
"Hey," Rashid said, handing him a blade. "He was the one who took Rika from you, right? Here, give him a face Rika would die for,"
The other boy took hold of the knife. "This will be fun. We'll give them something to REALLY squeal about..."
The boy moved the blade closer to Malik's face, as his free hand held him up. "Just leave it to me..." Before the blade cut through tan flesh, Malik awoken, taking hold on the hand in front of him, with his mouth. He bit down harder, the scarlet fluid running down his hand and Malik's mouth. The two other boys watched in shock. "Let go of me, bastard!!!"
Obeying his requested, Malik released the injured hand. Malik smirked, the same expression from only a few hours ago returned to him. He licked the blood from around his mouth, still wearing his insane smirk. "You freak!" Rashid cried out, attempting to wound Malik. He shot a lethal glance at him. He noticed how he tried to head for the fallen knife, but he stepped his foot on it, and kicked him upwards.
Rashid fell back, having Malik falling on top of him. His head drew closer to him, meeting his ear. He licked around the outside, teasing his ear a little. "You..." Malik said, knowing the third senior was behind him. "You will untie these ropes or..." Malik licked the ear again. "... Otherwise, I shall bite his ear off!"
A scream was heard from Rashid, the pain from his ear was too great. "You thought you had it all planned, did you not?!" Malik bit down on his ear harder.
"Untie the damn ropes!!!" Rashid cried. "NOW!"
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"This way!" on the boys cried out. He swung open the door, only to be greeted by a begging senior with his hand dripping with blood. "Please... call the doctor," he cried out.
"You guys look messed-up..."
"Where's Malik?" Jou question, as he looked around the room.
Anzu spotted him first. He was by the pool, dunking someone's head continuously in the pool for long periods of time. "Malik!" Jou cried as he ran over to him. He pulled Malik back, trying to hold back his arms. "LET HIM GO! Are you trying to kill him!?"
The senior was released. He caught his breath. "Why the hell did you stop me! Release me at once!" Malik demanded. "Humans do not die from a little lack of air!" Malik's insane rampage ended as he saw her. That same sadden look was on her face, something that can make anyone feel guilt. Everything that was human about him returned. He lifted himself up from Jou's grasped, and walked pass her, not wanting to look at her directly.
After Malik left, Anzu's legs went weak, causing her to collapse. "Malik's hurt..."
"He'll be okay. That's nothing," Jou said, hoping to reassure the crying girl.
"It's not his body. He hurts inside... I can feel it."
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'The ones who hurt him aren't just Ryuuji-senpai and the upperclassmen guys here... I'm one of those people as well... I wish I had given him the painting sooner...'
On her trip to the bathroom, Anzu spotted Ryuuji coming up the stairs. Catching sight of Anzu, he turned back down the stairs. "Wait, Ryuuji-senpai!" He stopped, listening to what Anzu wanted to say to him. "I don't hate you. I don't even care about the painting... or if you stole it or not. But... I made a promise to Malik, that I would give him the finished painting,"
Because he's given me so many other things. Courage... this different feeling of love... He'd made me feel so many new emotions...
"... He was really looking forward to it. And... I want to be able to give it to him,"
... Though, he doesn't feel the same toward me...
"I won't tell anybody. I promise. It's just the only thing I can give to him now. So... if you still have that sketch, please give it back." Anzu looked up, only to see the senior running down the stairs.
"Chasing after seniors now while Malik is away. What are you thinking?" one senior girl said. Her friends stood behind her, having their arms crossed.
"Rumors has it that YOU started that fight," another said. "You make a lot of trouble for an innocent-looking girl,"
"How stupid of Malik... to be fighting over some goody-goody... I thought he was above that! He's just some dumbass jerk!"
"Don't... Don't say things like that!" Anzu cried out. She lifted her head, her face not revealing fear, yet anger. "You know nothing about him! Don't make up stories!"
"Shut your mouth, you lil bitch!" the main girl cried out, while slapping her hand across Anzu's face.
"Let her go... that's so humiliating..." a new, female voice said. She walked up closer, placing one hand on her hips. "You girls have no class... That is just plain harassment."
'Mai!?'
"You shouldn't take out your anger on her, just because Malik wouldn't give you the time of day,"
"What the hell did you say!?"
Mai flipped her hair up. "You girls shouldn't be causing a scene. You ARE seniors, ready to graduate and start careers. But if you want to stay back in this dump, be my guest."
The girls exchanged glances, knowing what Mai said was right. They couldn't afford to take their chances now. "C'mon," the leader of the girls said.
After they left, Anzu brought her head back down. "Th-thanks..."
Mai turned her head from Anzu, "It's not like I was sticking up for you... I just got pissed of, hearing them talk about Malik!" she replied quickly. Her snobby expression turned into a sad one. "I... was shocked when you stood up to those girls..." She turned to Anzu. "I guess... you're serious about Malik, huh?" She smiled. "I guess it's alright for you to get pissed too/"
"You said... if I got serious about Malik... I would get hurt..." Anzu lifted her head. "Did that happen to you?"
"I might've been... if I really got serious about him and crushed all of your fingers. The Malik I loved was so childlike... and reckless... But, thought it was only a fun game.
~Hey Malik! Check it out! Thirty people got shot dead. That's really crazy... You've lived in LA, right? Did you ever used a gun?~
~Yeah. There was this person in the neighborhood. I got really pissed and went to blow his head off.~
~Really? You actually did it?~
~No, the gun wasn't loaded~
~Haha... What an idiot!~
~Guess I am~
"... Now, I can't laugh about it anymore. Are you okay with that? Can you still love him...?"
'I just want to be near him... be protected by him... there's nothing I can do for him...'
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He turned the corner, which lead to an alley, a shorter way to his home. He sighed, as he recalled the event that happened to him that day. Suddenly, an unknown forced pushed him to the wall, causing him to slide down the walls. A figure stood up closer to him, black shades covering his eyes. He towered the fallen boy, then knelt down. He took out a knife, and slid it across the other's face, only enough to cause blood seeping through. He licked the side of his face, then pulled his head back. "Not bad... though you have deceived my Anzu... Your blood has a sour after-taste," the stranger remarked. He smirked. "But I am glad that Malik have shown me some of his true motives, only making his demise even sweeter."
The stranger slid the knife across the other's neck now, barely causing a wound. "Speak of this moment, and I will not think about sparing you again, understood?"
The frighten bog nodded. 'He has... that same look Malik had earlier... and that same aura...'
"Now... be the good little boy you let others see, and return my Anzu's work to her. Unless... you want me to make that cut deeper..."
He nodded.
"Good, remember, utter a word to a mortal, and I shall kill you," He smirked again, his red eyes and expression almost fooled the boy to look like the insane Malik.
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DONE! Now I can eat dinner! ^_^ Was that a good chapter? It was only 38 pages... and sorry it took a while to update. I will take breaks after I'm done with a book. I saw a YGO episode, like 17somthing, and it had this guy who looks similar to Ryou, yet with aqua hair, and Jou and this hypthnotised guy were dueling in these cyber suits... Well, I know Malik is gonna stop being the center of fanfics and the aqua-haired guy is. ^_^U I'll try to update soon. And the next chapter will contain spoilers. Well, see ya!
