Hey guys. I finally updated. It took all night until 5 a.m., but then this chapter was finished! Yay! I was at a friend's place for Valentine's Day's evening, and we watched movies, because we both don't have someone to give us roses *sniffs* They were sad! We watched Sweet November and I am Sam. Gods! I didn't cry in ages!

Malik: I gave you flowers. . . *pouts*

Voice: Uh. . . nobody besides Malik, I mean. ^-^ *gives Valentine's flowers to all her reviewers*

To Heather: *blushes* Yeah. Thanks for the temple! *hugs* It's great, I love it!!

To Fluffy: *rofl* Well THAT'S funny! Poor door! I didn't see those episodes yet *sniffs*

To snow-shadow-wolf: Love you too ^-^ It's okay for your brain to go on vacation. Mine is there all the time.

To kaz: Yeaaaah they're indeed cute. But I don't know how Anuket will make them friends again and bring Mariku back to life. . . she's a bit enthusiastic.

To Molly-chan: *sniggers* Seems like you've got a lot of fun all day.

To Aman: He can, he can!! The shampoo bottle will do as it pleases ^-^

Mariku: O.O No. . . not again. . . it's my hair. . .

Voice: Aman was right. You HAVE serious issues.

To PocketFireFairy: Thank you ^-^ Malik will live. That doesn't mean that he won't be punished though. . .

Malik: *gulp*

To RaineKitsune: Thanks ^-^ Did I tell you already that I LOVE your fic "Into the Realm of YuGiOh"? I really do.

To little-kat-girl: Would you lend me the tape? Please? PLEASE?? *begs*

To Lee-chan: You can kill him in the Out-takes if you want ^-^ I already wrote it. Doooooom. . .

Thank you all who reviewed my Outtakes and banished my writer's block!!

Bakura: I sent it to the Shadow Realm. *mumbles*

Voice: You DID? Why didn't you say earlier that you can do this?

Bakura: You didn't ask?

Voice: Great. -_-

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Anzu's POV

So Anuki wanted us to get Yami's items. I didn't really want to go there again; I had no choice. Everyone would go.

First Seto wanted to send just Bakura and Isis, and I really don't know why, but Anuki said we needed everyone. Seto didn't want her to go. He said, she might be a pro with the history of the items, but getting them would be our job. He wouldn't go either, of course. . .

I spoke with Mariku after Isis was finished with him. Ra, you can't imagine how hard my heart pounded! I had seen Ryou with Bakura earlier that day, when they came down from their bedroom. Both seemed to be so happy; deep beneath my mourning I was happy for them, too. I granted Bakura this. You know, I knew him for about seven years then, and I really loved him to death. Like I loved Malik and Isis, Shizuka, even Seto and Ryou, though I knew the little guy only for about four weeks. Mariku, though, is different.

At first I might have thought of him of a dear friend, like I had thought of the others, before we got. . . well. . . separated. Gods, I had had a crush on him since I was fifteen! He never showed me much affection though. . . All I could do was staying at his side as well as I could. I became an assassin.

I don't know why I chose this job within the organisation. I don't even know what goals the organisation was heading for. I just followed Seto's instructions and killed whoever he wanted to be dead. I'll never be able to reach heaven, that's for sure.

*~* Flashback*~*

"I'm gonna do it.", the fifteen year old girl said, rising from her seat next to her best friend. Icy, cerulean eyes rested upon her. "You?"

"Me too!", the other girl, slightly younger than the first one, said. "I'll help you, Anzu-chan."

"Thank you, Shizuka-chan!" The girls hugged each other, and Seto shook his head in disbelieving. They were only children, for Ra's sake! They'd never be able to kill his target.

"Please, Seto-san?", Shizuka pleaded. The boy sighed. "Fine. It's alright with me. Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah!", both girls shouted in unison, beaming and jumping up and down.

"I never saw anyone that eager to kill. . . ", the CEO mumbled.

"They just need something to do. Let them go, Kaiba-san. As well as I know them, they won't give up until their goal is reached.", a cool female voice said behind them, and as Seto turned around, Isis stood behind him, watching him calmly with her aquamarine eyes. He nodded hesitantly. The older girl laid a hand upon his shoulder and smiled her small smile. Anyone but Malik had ever seen a real smile descend on them, though everyone knew what it looked like; and it was beautiful and calming.

Seto turned to the beaming younger girls again. "I bank on you. Now go and tell Bakura you need weapons." Mariku stood next to the door, watching the girls cross-armed as they stormed out – he couldn't help but be a bit impressed.

*~*Flashback end*~*

I wanted to proof I can do something. . . those were the days I got over Yami. I really did. It didn't bother me anymore to see him and Kristin on the streets together, though I was in rage because of the girl who abandoned Bakura. Don't get me wrong, I loved her to death, and I had many reasons for it. I even remember the day she died.

*~*Flashback*~*

"But it's Kristin's birthday!", Anzu complained. Bakura shook his head. "I said no." The girl sighed in annoyance. "You're too stubborn for your own good!!" With that, she stormed out. The white-haired boy watched her leave, suppressing the tears that wanted to summon themselves into his eyes.

Anzu stormed through the streets until she arrived at a special place. It was just an apartment, but she shared pleasant memories with it. She would meet Kristin here, hand her the birthday present, and leave- maybe they would talk a bit. Turning the key in the lock quietly, she heard voices within the apartment; a male and a female one. Anzu closed the door as quietly as she had opened it, and crept nearer. The female voice was Kristin's gentle one; the male one was Yami's. Anzu frowned and spied through the fissure of the door that wasn't entirely closed.

"I want to visit them!", Kristin pleaded.

"I said no." Anzu noticed the same harsh tone that Bakura had.

"But-"

"Didn't I tell you I'd never want you to talk back at me?" Kristin pouted, arms crossed and facing away from Yami's self-satisfied smirk. "I don't care anymore.", she said simply. Yami stared.

"What was that?"

"I said I don't care. I should've been with my cousin and my friends today. I want to be."

A slapping sound was heard, and Anzu flinched as Yami's palm contacted with the girl's soft cheek hardly. Against the boy's thought, Kristin fought back.

"Ah. So you're in love with that stupid baka, aren't you."

"If I was, it would be none of your business! I break up with you right now!", the girl hissed. Anzu hadn't seen her like that in ages.

The blue eyes of both girls widened as Yami summoned a knife into his hands and flipped it casually. "You really want to do that?" Kristin straightened. "You're not going to stop me."

A second later, the blade went right through her chest.

"Kristin!!"

Anzu stormed into the room, glaring at Yami and dropping next to the girl to her knees. "What do you think you did??"

"I made her mine for all time.", he said smiling. "Like I'll make you the same. . . you just wait." With that, he left, leaving a heart-broken and an injured girl behind. Anzu's eyes lowered.

"Kristin. . . you alright?", she asked timidly though she knew it would never be alright anymore. The blue-haired one smiled up at her. "It was a matter of time. . . don't you be sad, okay?"

"How can you tell me not to be sad?" Tears burned within Anzu's eyes. "Could you tell Mum I'm sorry and that I should've listened to her?", Kristin asked, her voice cracking.

"She would be angry at me. But I will, for she raised me after Mum died."

"I love you."

"I love you too. . . "

"You always were my favourite cousin, you know.", Kristin coughed, blood trickling down her chin. "I was your only cousin, Kristin." The blue-haired girl smiled. "I know. Don't forget me, would you? And tell. . . tell Bakura I. . . "

Her eyes closed in eternal rest. Anzu hugged her cousin tightly, removing the blade from her chest.

"I will."

*~* Flashback end*~*

I never told Bakura. She wanted me to tell him that she loved him, that she would ever love him, but as soon as she did her last breath, I kinda lost my mind. Seto found as later, me holding the knife with one hand and my cousin with my other, clutching her to me, not wanting to let her go. I pleaded her to wake up, to open her eyes, to come home with me. . . but she never did.

Seto sent me to a mental institution the day after that incident. I stayed there for about two weeks in which the doctors tried to convince me that she was dead, that she would never come back, and when I came home, I was calm.

I had understood. And I had buried my hate and anger and frustration deep inside me. I only let them out while I could kill, and that's why I became an assassin.

Anyways, it was my turn to face my crush. I didn't know if he had a thing for me too back then. All he did was light flirting and hugging me every now and then, and then ignore me completely. Even if he ignored me I couldn't get my eyes off of him. . .

Isis left the room and I went in. And there he was, facing the window and the rain outside which melted all the pure, white snow. Snow always reminded me of Ryou strangely; he was just as pure.

"Mariku."

"Anzu-chan?" He turned around, smiling slightly. "You didn't cry, did you?"

I wiped my sleeve over my eyes, mock-sniffling. "Noo. . . "

"That's my girl."

"Since when?" He remained silent for a while, and I could see the rain through him.

"You know, it was painful.", he said.

"Painful to die?"

"No." He shook his head, closing these violet orbs of his shortly, before looking into my eyes again. "Knowing of losing everyone I love."

"Oh, you can love?"

"Actually, I can. I love Bakura and Isis and Malik and Shizuka and even Ryou and Seto; and I love you.", Mariku added lowering his voice. "Would you let me prove it once I live again?"

I nodded; I couldn't remember when I last felt my heart pounding. I did then. "Of course."

*~*

Uhhh, that was angsty AND fluffy. . . wasn't it?