*Pain*
The days following the horrific turn of events were something that everyone wished could have been avoided.
Athena stayed in a room by herself but was frequently visited by Anzu, who was scared that if she left Athena alone to long, she would leave the palace. And Anzu didn't want that to happen.
Yami kept to his room, and left only when he had to go to a meeting. But everyone that came in contact with him knew that something was wrong. He snapped at everyone, no one, not even Bener, would go into his room unless absolutely necessary.
Yami couldn't sleep; horrific thoughts kept clouding his mind. All his life he tried everything in his power to prevent becoming like his father. But the enviable was happening.
He fell in love, just like his father.
He would have done anything for her, just like his father.
He was going to kill and innocent life, just like his father.
It ate away at his soul; the demon that he was turning into was engulfing him and plunging him into darkness.
But he still loved her; he still wanted to be with her. However, he was certain that she would never want to be with a monster like him.
Part of him wanted to hurt her more, to make her suffer like he was suffering. But another part of him wanted to tell her that he loved her and tell her that he was so sorry for not telling her a long time ago.
He thought about what she had said. 'Maybe if you loved me I wouldn't have done that.'
Yami wondered if that was true, if she knew how much he loved her would she still have done it? This was one of the many things that were tearing him apart. Another was what Malik had said, 'You're blowing this out of proportion.'
Was he? Yami was beginning to think that he was. But it was because he had actually opened his heart to another that made him act so drastically. He didn't want anyone to know his weakness, maybe he was scared that Malik had told her. Even after he promised that he wouldn't.
Well it didn't matter anymore, what's done is done.
* * *
Anzu stepped into Athena's room with a tray of food.
"I brought you something." She said quietly to Athena who had her back to the door, lying on the bed.
"What is it?" She whispered hoarsely as she turned around to look at Anzu. "Oh," She sighed noticing the food. "I'm not hungry. Thanks anyway."
"Athena you have to eat something. You haven't eaten anything in nearly three days." She said sternly. Anzu could see how the fight between Yami and Athena was taking its toll on her friend. Athena was wasting away to nothing. She hadn't slept hardly at all and dark circles could be seen under her eyes.
"Anzu, I'm worried about Malik. I hope Yami hasn't already killed him." She said mournfully.
"I'll go check on him if you promise to eat something." Anzu bargained with her.
"Yea, ok." She nodded her head in agreement. "His room is the third door down from Yami's."
"Ok, I'll be back soon." Anzu stated as she handed the tray to Athena.
"Thank you." She whispered before Anzu walked out of the room.
Anzu walked quietly down the hallways until she found herself near the Pharaohs bedroom. She had never been so close to his room before because she wasn't allowed. The servants had to stay in their part of the palace.
She stopped in front of Malik's door, and glanced around to make sure no one was around. She tapped lightly on the door.
"Malik," She whispered, "Malik are you in there?"
No answer.
Cautiously she knocked a little louder. "Malik. Can I come in? Mali-"
"What are you doing here?" Came a deep voice from behind her.
Anzu whipped around, and her face went white with fear. Just the person she didn't want to run into. It was Yami, and he didn't look happy to see her.
"I said what are you doing here?" He asked louder.
Anzu bowed low and then raised her face back up again.
"Forgive me, my Pharaoh. I…I was just checking on Malik."
"Yea, well he's not in there." He said harshly.
"May I…ask where he is?" Her voice trembled, she was more scared of Yami then she ever remembered being.
"He's spending his last night in this word in the dungeon." Yami hissed. "Before I rip his guts out and feed them to the jackals." He added viciously. "Now go back to where you belong." Yami turned around and entered his room, slamming the door behind him.
Anzu bolted down the hallway, she had to get Athena to talk to him, Athena had to tell Yami what Malik said, or Malik was going to die tonight.
She burst into Athena's room gasping for air.
"Anzu what is it? Is he ok?" She questioned; running up to Anzu and taking her hand, leading her to the bed.
Anzu flopped down on the bed, panting heavily.
"No…he's…going…to die…tonight!" She struggled to say.
"Where is he? Anzu where is he?" She asked urgently, shaking her friend.
"I…don't know. Athena you have to talk to Yami, that's the only thing that might stop him." She said.
"But what if it doesn't work?" Athena sounded desperate. This was all her fault.
"You have to try!" Anzu yelled.
Athena nodded her head. She was going to talk to him, even if she had to beg him, she wasn't going to let Yami kill his best friend because of her.
"Ok, ok I'll talk to him. But Anzu, I'm scared. I don't want him to hit me again." She said as her voice trembled. The pain of the last hit was still fresh in her memory.
"It's ok, maybe he has cooled down a little bit." Anzu said, reassuring her.
"All right, I'm going to do it now." Athena said nervously as she walked towards the door. She took in one deep breath and marched down the hallway to Yami's room.
Hesitantly, she knocked on the door.
"Go away!" Yami yelled from inside.
"Yami. It…it's me, Athena."
She stood there, waiting for a response. He didn't answer her. So against her better judgement, she opened the door.
"I said go away!" Yami yelled as he looked to the door. When he saw that it was Athena he turned away. "What do you want?" He sneered.
She cringed a little at the harsh tone of his voice. "Yami, I…I came to talk to you."
"About what?" He hissed.
"About, Malik-"
"I have nothing to say about him." Yami said darkly.
"Yami you can't kill him!" She shouted before she could stop herself.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and can not do? You better stay out of this if you know what's good for you!" He barked as he turned to her.
Athena cowered back, covering her face. She didn't want Yami to hit her again. But he didn't hit her, instead, he walked away, and kept his back to her. He couldn't look at her, it hurt him too much to see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him.
"Yami why are you being like this?" She yelled, "Malik is your best friend!"
"Why? Why am I being like this?" Yami turned to her, for the first time in days he looked into her jade eyes.
"Yami I want to know why you are doing this!" She screamed.
"Because I love you!" He said it. He didn't want to, but he said it. He turned away from her again and covered his face with his hands.
"Wh-what did you say?" She could hardly believe her own ears.
"I said, I love you." He walked farther away from her as he spoke those words again. They felt natural when they came out of his mouth.
"Yami, if you love me, then you wont kill Malik." She stated simply.
"What's that supposed to mean? It's because I love you that I'm killing him."
"No Yami, you don't understand. Malik cares about you, and he loves you like a brother. He told me everything."
Yami's eyes widened. "What do you mean, everything?" Malik didn't give away his secrets did he?
"He told me about how your father killed his father, and how you always treat him meanly. You know, by always threatening to kill him and stuff." She paused. "Yami, all he wanted was to be accepted by you."
Yami's heart grew heavy with every word that she spoke. He never knew that Malik was that hurt by his actions.
"Well if he felt that way, why didn't he tell me?"
"Don't you get it Yami? He's just like you! You never open up to anyone. You keep all your feelings locked up inside so that no one ever knows what to think about you."
"Ok fine! I won't kill him! But I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing it for you." Yami brushed past her and walked out of the room, leaving Athena there alone. She smiled a little, at least Malik was going to live now. But her heart still ached, she wanted to be with Yami, even more so now then ever. Now she knew that he loved her, and that made things even worse. Ever since she said she loved him, she was hoping that he would say it, because she thought that it would make her happy. But for some reason it didn't, it only made her feel worse, because now, she loved someone that she couldn't be with.
So, with a heavy heart she slowly walked back to her room.
Walking in, she saw a stressed looking Anzu sitting on the bed.
"Athena what happened? Is he going to let Malik live?" She questioned as she jumped to her feat.
"Yes." Athena stated simply. Although she should have been happy, she really wasn't. Why did Yami have to tell her that he loved her now? It made her want to be with him when she knew that she couldn't.
"Athena, what's wrong? Did he hit you again?" Anzu asked sounding worried. She scanned over Athena's face, but she didn't see any red marks.
"No. Actually, the opposite happened. He told me that he loved me." She said sadly.
"By Ra Athena! Why do you sound so sad? Don't you want him to love you?" Anzu furrowed her brow, this was becoming a little confusing.
"Yes, I want him to love me. But until today, I never thought that he did. If he would have told me before, this probably would have never happened."
Anzu shot her a look that said 'you can't blame Yami for your actions.'
Athena, noticing the look that Anzu gave her, continued to explain more thoroughly.
"I know that kissing Malik was my fault, but what I mean is, I wish Yami would have told me before, because him telling me now only makes me want him more, and I cant be with him." She said sadly as she hung her head.
"And just why not?" Anzu questioned.
"Because…because…he doesn't want me anymore!" Athena couldn't take it anymore, she had ruined something so perfect, all over one stupid kiss. "And, I don't blame him."
"That's just not true, and you know it." Anzu said comfortingly as she patted Athena's back. "If he didn't want you anymore he wouldn't have told you that he loved you."
Athena lifted up her head, and her misty jade eyes looked into Anzu's deep brown ones. Maybe she was right, maybe Yami did still want her.
"Anzu…do you think he would forgive me?" She sobbed.
"Athena, Yami loves you; and in time, he will forgive you. I'm not saying it's going to happen over night, but it will happen." Anzu's eyes shifted from Athena to the nightstand that was by the bed. "How about we play a game? You know, to take your mind off things." She said as she opened the drawer and pulled out a Senat board. "Come on Athena, the worst part is over, now all you have to do is give Yami some time." Anzu added, seeing the distressed look on Athena's face.
"Ok, ok." Athena sighed, as she shifted her position on the bed.
"That's better," Anzu smiled, "Now; what color do you want?"
* * *
Yami walked around the palace for a long time; and it wasn't until dusk that he finally made up his mind as to what he was going to do with Malik. Sure, he promised Athena that he wouldn't kill him, but Yami wasn't about to let Malik get away with this. Even if he couldn't kill him, Yami knew exactly what he was going to do. Hurriedly walking back to his chambers, he went to his dresser and pulled out a jeweled dagger that had been given to him by his father. Yami almost never used it. But this was a 'special' occasion, and it was the sharpest dagger around. He placed it securely in its case and slipped it under his sash. Grabbing a lit candle from his dresser top, Yami made his way out of the room and into the dungeon. He walked down the stairs that lead to Malik's cell. Yami hadn't seen or spoken to Malik since the day he first brought him down here.
Arriving at the bottom, Yami noticed the guard that was standing by Malik's cell.
"Leave now." Yami ordered him. And with a low bow, the man hurried up the stairs. Yami gazed over at the frail form that was his best friend. Malik sat on the ground, with his arms lifted up over his head, held securely by iron cuffs that were fastened to the wall. He kept his head down low, staring thoughtlessly at the ground. His eyes were glazed over, still the beautiful amethyst that they always were, but so completely empty. Slowly he brought his head up to look at Yami, but he didn't say a word; he thought he was going to die tonight.
"I know what your thinking, and I'm not going to kill you." Yami hissed. "But that's doesn't mean that you won't be punished." He walked over to Malik and unlocked the wrist cuffs. Malik's arms fell limply to his sides, and he still said nothing. He was slightly relieved that Yami wasn't going to kill him, but now he had to worry about what Yami was going to do to him. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
"Stand up." Yami barked at him. Malik did so, silently, never looking at Yami. "Malik, what you did is unforgivable, and I'm going to make sure that you live with it for the rest of your life!" Malik's eyes shot open as fear paralyzed his body.
Yami pulled the dagger out from under his belt with one hand, and with the other, he pushed Malik against the hard stone wall. Malik struggled with him, "Yami, no! What are you going to do!" He yelled. Yami let go of him and Malik tried to move away but before he could, Yami raised his hand and four ropes appeared out of nowhere. They bound Malik to the wall, one on each of his ankles, and one on each of his wrists. He turned his head to see Yami holding the dagger over the candle flame.
"Yami…please…" Malik groaned as he struggled relentlessly against the ropes.
"Sorry Malik, I'm going to make sure you never forget what happened, and if you struggle too much…" Yami smiled wickedly, "I'll only cut deeper." Yami walked over to Malik and ripped his shirt off. "It won't hurt a bit." Then, nothing but silence before…
"Aa-ah!" Malik shut his eyes as tears formed and started rolling down his cheeks. He could feel the hot knife running along his back and piercing his skin, he could feel his warm blood running down his back, he could hear Yami laughing viscously with every deep cut. Malik gritted his teeth hard as he tried desperately not to move. He didn't want Yami to cut any deeper, but the pain was too much, he let out a loud scream of agony as he clenched his fists.
This only made Yami smile.
"Come now, it cant hurt that bad. Toughen up Malik." Yami laughed venomously as he made sure to carve each little hieroglyph slowly and perfectly. He could feel Malik's body contorting under every motion that the blade of the knife made. So Yami cut deeper.
"Yami…Please…" Malik hissed as he shot his head back, "Just kill me now, please!"
"No, sorry Malik. I think this is so much more fun. Now if you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to put the knife right through you." Yami joked wickedly.
Yami brought the knife up to Malik's shoulder blade; a spot that Yami was sure would hurt worse then any.
"I'm feeling artistic, so I think I'll drawl a little picture Malik."
Yami dug the knife into Malik's shoulder, causing him to scream out in pain. Yami ran the knife along Malik's perfect back, etching deep lines that would soon turn into scars; that to Yami's delight, would never go away. This is what he wanted. He wanted everyone to see what Malik had done.
"Yami! Please!" Malik's fists were so tight that his nails were digging into his skin, drawling a little bit of blood.
His outcries were so loud that they could be heard throughout the palace. Athena and Anzu heard the cries from their room as they were playing Senat. They knew immediately who it was and followed the shouting into the dungeon.
As Athena made the last step and rounded the corner her eyes met with a sight that horrified her beyond words. She saw Yami, standing in front of a bloody Malik who was chained to the wall. She gasped as she watched Yami bring the knife to Malik's back and carve something. She couldn't see what it was because his back was covered with blood. Anzu came up right behind her and she stopped dead in her tracks as she too stared at the horrible scene. The two girls didn't know what to do, Athena was about to march over to Yami and pull the knife right out of his hand, but as soon as Anzu saw what she was about to do, she was quick to grab Athena and hold her back. No telling what Yami would do to her. They just sunk back into the shadows, to wait until it was over. Athena and Anzu cringed at the sounds of torment and agony that came from Malik. Silent tears poured from Anzu's eyes.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Yami pulled away from Malik and snapped his fingers. Instantly the ropes disappeared and Malik fell limply to the ground, lying in a pool of his own blood. He wasn't moving, other then the staggered breathing that raised and lowered his back. Athena couldn't take it anymore, before Anzu could stop her, she bounded around the corner and ran at Yami with full force. Yami turned around just in time and he grabbed her wrists before she could swing at him.
"You monster! How could you do that to your best friend!" She yelled at him, kicking and screaming, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked her harshly. He didn't even want to think about how much of that she saw. What would she think of him now? He was a monster…
"Never mind that! How…how could you do such a thing?"
"I did what I saw fit. It was in my judgement, not yours. This didn't concern you."
She pulled her wrists free and whipped around, running back upstairs. Yami stood there for a minute, staring at Malik before he too left the dungeon.
Anzu stayed hidden in the shadows until it was safe to come out. Quietly, when she was sure that no one would be coming back she slipped around the corner. Her eyes fell on the gorgeous blonde lying on the floor. Even when he was like this, there was something about Malik that made her heart stop. She ran over to him and knelt on the floor. He was laying face down with his eyes closed. The only noise that could be heard was the heavy intakes of breath from Malik. Blood was still dripping down his back. Anzu knew she had to stop the bleeding, but there was no time for her to run upstairs and get something. So she ripped a big piece of cloth off her dress and wrapped it around him, pressing hard on his back. She heard him hiss a little.
"Malik," She whispered. "Malik, I'm going to help you."
He opened his eyes slightly and gave her a weak smile. Who was this girl that was being so kind to him? No one was ever this kind to him. When he opened his eyes a little to see her he thought he was looking at an angle. She was beautiful, and her touch was so gentle.
"Malik, can you stand?" Anzu asked softly, as she moved a piece of his blonde hair away from his eyes.
"Yea…I think." He said hoarsely.
"Please try. You cant stay here all night." She ripped another little piece of cloth off her dress and gently she lifted up Malik's head and began to wipe away some of the blood that was on his face.
"Thank you…" He whispered.
"Shh, its ok. Now try and stand up." Anzu helped Malik as best she could. With great effort, Malik stood to his feet, and Anzu placed her arm around his waist, making sure not to touch the deep cuts on his back. "Are you ok?"
Malik nodded a little. He defiantly wasn't ok, his back hurt like hell, but he was just going to have to grin and bear it.
Slowly the two made there way out of the dungeon and Anzu lead him to her room. She didn't think it would be to wise to venture to close to Yami's room.
Holding Malik with one arm, she opened the door to her room. The pair stumbled in awkwardly; Anzu guided him to her bed and gently let go of him, allowing him to lie down. Malik lay on his stomach because his back hurt far too much. But Anzu wasn't done with him, she knew a great deal about wounds and ailments from her grandmother. And she knew that if Malik's back weren't cleaned up it would become infected, and it could kill him.
"Malik," She whispered softly to him. He opened his eyes again, acknowledging that he heard her. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get some ointment and linen bandages."
He looked at her as if to wordlessly thank her. Anzu understood his gesture and she smiled warmly at him as she picked up his hand and held it in hers. At that moment, all of his worries seemed to have jumped out the window; even his pain could hardly be felt. Her hands were so soft and gentle; he smiled weakly back at her.
"Everything's going to be alright, I'll have you fixed up in no time. My grandmother taught me everything she knew about the healing arts."
Anzu turned around and walked out of the room to go get her supplies, leaving a bewildered Malik lying broken and bloody on the bed. His mind was spinning; who was she? He didn't even know her name, and to his knowledge she didn't even live in the palace. Well, if she did he had never seen her before. At this moment he wondered why he hadn't noticed a creature as striking as her. In any of his normal moments he would have tried to get her into his bed. But that was before. There was something about this girl, something different in the way that he was more desperate to know her name then to try and sleep with her.
His thoughts were quickly pushed aside, when he heard someone whisper something. He couldn't make out the words at first; they were muffled and inaudible. He shifted his position, resting his weight on his arms as he turned his head to see where the voice was coming from, but there was no on there. Slowly glancing from one end of the small room to the other, he came to the conclusion that it was because he was going crazy; nobody was there.
Lying back down on the bed, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying desperately to think about something else other then the pain; but now all he could think about was how much he hated Yami. Malik never imagined that he could hate someone with such a passion, especially Yami. But what had happened tonight had sealed their fate. Nothing would ever be the same between them again.
Sure, Malik understood that his actions were wrong, but that didn't give Yami the right to act so harshly; even if he was the Pharaoh.
You want to kill him. Came a voice from out of nowhere.
Malik's eyes snapped open he lifted his head up again. That was the same voice that he heard a moment ago, he was sure of it. It seemed to echo throughout the room, loud and clear this time.
"Who's there?" He said to no one. His eyes darted around the room.
Kill him. Send his body into the darkness. It said.
"Stop it!" Malik cried, sitting up on the bed; not caring how bad his back hurt. "Go away, whoever you are!"
No, I can not go away. I will never go away. But if you don't watch your back, you will go away. The evil voice sniggered.
Do as I say and-
"Malik, are you ok?" Anzu asked as she slipped back into the room, carrying some linen bandages and a few medicine bottles. "I thought I heard you yelling."
"No…no it wasn't me." He hesitated, thinking it best not to tell her that he heard voices.
"Ok, just making sure." She said, looking at him with a hint of worry in her eyes. Walking over to Malik she placed the medicine and the bandages on the bed, and walked over to her water basin to wet a rag so that she could clean off the blood on Malik's back. Malik looked apprehensively at the medicine bottles that were lying on the bed next to him. He was sure that this was going to hurt like hell. Anzu sat down on the bed next to him, and noticing the worried look on his face, gave him a few comforting words.
"Don't worry, it wont hurt too bad," She said softly. "Now lay back down so I can get you cleaned up."
Malik did as he was told and laid back down on the bed. Gently Anzu took the wet rag and began to wipe away some of the blood. She could feel Malik flinch as she rubbed the rag over his mangled
back. As the blood began to clear away she could began to see the neat little hieroglyphs that were etched into his flawless skin, she let out a little gasp when she noticed how deep they were carved.
"Is it really bad?" Malik questioned when he heard her gasp.
"Um…kinda."
"That bastard. I hate him. I hate him so much." Malik growled as he made a fist.
"Malik, no you don't. You don't hate Yami; he's your best friend. I know what he did was wrong, but you have to forgive him." She said as she continued to wipe away the blood, which was nearly gone by now.
"Look Miss, I appreciate all that you're doing for me, but you just don't understand."
Anzu paused for a second as she looked down at him; was he right? She realized that she couldn't even comprehend the pain that Malik was going through right now. Not just the physical pain, but the emotional as well.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude." Malik apologized.
"No, its ok, you're right, I don't understand. I guess I was just trying to help, that's all." She sighed as she placed the bloody rag down on the floor and picked up a blue vile. "This is going to hurt a lot."
"What is it?" He questioned as he sat up a little and turned his head to see what she was holding.
"It's a mixture of honey, natron, and ground up crocodile scales."
"Eww." He muttered as he furrowed his brow.
"Yea, well it works," She laughed a little at his reaction. "Now lay back down so I can finish." She grabbed a small piece of linen that she brought in and poured some of the smelly contents of the bottle onto it.
"Warn me before you put it- Aah, it burns!" Malik hissed a little as he gripped the sheets in between his fists, she put it on his back a lot sooner then he expected.
"Sorry, but it has to be done." Anzu told him while she was spreading the ointment over his back; being careful not to cause him any more pain then was necessary. She cautiously ran the rag across his shoulder blades, while he cringed with pain. "I'm almost done."
"Good…because, it hurts, bad." He whined.
Anzu made a final swipe across his back before she threw the rag to the floor.
"Ok, done with that part."
"That part? You mean there's more?" He asked, sounding uneasy.
"Yea, but this stuff is going to make you feel better. It's lotus flower extract; quite soothing, and it smells lovely." She opened the bottle and poured the oil into the palm of her hand. Sitting the bottle down, she rubbed her hands together to spread the oil before she placed her hands gently on Malik's back. Cautiously moving her hands up and down, she spread the oil over his entire back. Without even thinking about it, she moved up to his shoulders, near his neck and continued to massage him, even though there were no wounds there.
A soft moan escaped Malik's lips; he was enjoying this quite thoroughly. Anzu too, was enjoying it a little too much. She climbed on top of him and sat with one leg on each side of his waist, making sure not to touch any of his wounds as she continued to massage his shoulders moving her hands up and down his well-built arms.
Malik's mind went blank. He forgot about the voice he heard, he forgot about how much he hated Yami, and he even forgot about the pain. The only thing that was on his mind now was how good this girl felt sitting on top of him. But then he remembered; he didn't even know her name.
"Umm. Miss?" He interrupted, breaking the silence.
"Yea?" Anzu asked as she let go of his shoulders and sat back on the bed, a little ashamed at how forward she had just been.
"Well, you've been so kind to me and all; and I don't even know your name."
"Oh. My name is Anzu."
"Anzu!?" He said sounding stunned. "You're Bener's granddaughter?"
"Yea, how'd you know that?" Anzu asked, looking puzzled.
"When I talked to Athena she told me that Bener had a granddaughter named Anzu, but I didn't think that she would be this beautiful."
Anzu blushed, and she could feel her face grow hot.
Malik blushed a little too, he didn't mean to say that out loud. Usually that was some cheesy pickup line that he used on random girls to get them in bed. And it usually worked (not that Malik would have to say anything to get a girl to sleep with him.) But this time, he found himself meaning every word of it. He did find her extremely beautiful. Not only physically, but she was the most caring person that he had ever met. What other complete stranger would risk herself to save him?
"Can you sit up for a second? I need to wrap the linen bandages around you." She said, interrupting his thoughts.
Malik snapped out of his bemused state and nodded softly to her as he slowly sat up on the bed. For a brief moment, Anzu found it hard to breathe. The most gorgeous being that she had ever laid eyes on was sitting on her bed; shirtless. Shaking her head a little she proceeded to wrap the bandages around him, coming rather close to him a couple of times as she reached behind his back to pull the linen straps around him.
When she had finished, and the bandages were wrapped tightly around his body, she stood up from the bed, walked over to the corner of the room, grabbed a chair, pulled it over to the bed and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Malik asked curiously.
"Well, I'm not going to kick you out." She stated simply as she tried her best to get comfortable.
Malik stared at her for the longest time before he spoke up "I'm not poison you know." Malik said as he shot her an irresistible glance and scooted over in the bed. Anzu blushed uncontrollably as she turned away for a second. Should she? All her moral dignity told her no. But before she had a second chance to think about it, she got up from the chair and slipped under the sheets of her bed. How could she say no? She turned around to look at Malik. As she stared into his amethyst eyes, she felt no need for moral dignity anymore. There was something about his god like appearance and his creamy, sensual voice that made her want to do things that she never before dreamed about. She flushed at the thought; she barely knew him.
"There, that's better." Came the wonderful sound of Malik's voice next to her. "Are you comfortable?" He asked. "Because if you're not I can leave."
"No." She said abruptly. That would be the last thing that she wanted. "No, I'm fine. Besides, I don't think that you should be alone tonight…you know…just incase." 'Nice excuse Anzu.' She told herself.
"Well if you're sure." He smiled a little closing his eyes.
Anzu gazed out her little window to see the sun rising. It was dawn, and unlike the Pharaoh she couldn't sleep until whenever she wanted, so she tried her best to fall asleep. But it took a while because she was a bit preoccupied with the gorgeous man that was lying next to her. After a while though, her eyes became heavy and she was overcome with sleep.
Yea…the wrath of the write-too-much girl was kinda dampened this weekend by Isabel…no power…no writing…you got lucky this time…but……count your blessings….muwahahahaha.