Whoa, I feel so loooved. . .
Seto: She's losing it -__-
Voice: Feh, thanks Seto. . as your punishment I decide you can thank my reviewers.
Seto: Wha? NO! I didn't anything!
Voice: -smirks- You also were requested by some readers to do it.
Seto: Fine. . .
To Pocketfirefairy: Oh well, so many suggestions. .
To Anime Crazed: Again those suggestions. . . you all infatuated V-sama with them!
To Sugar-Kat: No, it's the second crazy authoress! I suggest we should run before they lock us up in that damn temple again. . –sighs- And of course you know who it is. Even if she didn't tell you, you can read her mind I guess.
To Lee-chan: Uh, yeah, now I'm confused too. But who would Ryou be if he still was Ryou but not Ryou enough? Heh?
To snow-shadow-wolf: Argh, not that crazy goddess! I don't EVER want to see her again!! Damn her! Damn her I say!!
Anuket: -slooowly lifts an eyebrow-
Seto: O.O *gulp*. . . well. . .
To Aman-chan: An. . . action figure. Wow. That really is great you know. I hate those things, but V-sama was crazed about it. . . kept staring at her pc in disbelief and stuff. She's jealous because you can't buy this stuff in germany.
Voice: -glares at Seto-
Seto: Wow, now I feel loved too. . . –sighs- OH, and Malik got all scared. I guess your yami frightened him. He told me to give you that thingy back. –hands the kitten back-
To magicianofblackchaos23: Yay, a party. And who will afford it? Heh? Me, of course. -.- V-sama though likes the idea.
To Dragon Masters: Heh, it was fun to see V-sama confused. Crazy authoress. *growl*
To Fluffy: Wow, a pet spark? I want one too!!
Voice: Strange things happen here. . o.O Seto actually likes something.
Seto: Whatever you say, crazy authoress. . anyways! I don't think V-sama got a hotmail account, but she got one at AOL! Yeah!
Voice: Thank you Seto, you've been a bit help o.O Another bishie who definitely wont do that again!
*~*
Normal POV
Bakura stared speechlessly at the tall figure approaching him slowly; shock in his eyes and fear in his heart. This really couldn't be! It was almost impossible!
The white-haired one's heart skipped a beat, because of joy or fear, he may never know.
"Y-You. . . "
"I missed you, Bakura.", a smooth voice purred, sounding much like velvet, soothing, seducing. . "Did you miss me too?" The figure bent down, lifting Bakura's chin up so the albino was forced to stare into the darkness beneath the hood that covered the person's hair and face.
"Uhm. . "For the first time in his life Bakura felt a loss of words when he needed them.
"You do know who I am right?"
Regaining his strength and confidence, Bakura got up, memories flooding through him openly as the person slowly lifted one hand to his face and pulled the hood back.
Malik and Isis returning from Egypt, faces pale and serene.
The girls holding each other mourning.
Ryou's eyes wide and shocked.
Anzu crying in the room beneath the chapel.
~I hold you close and shout out the words I only whispered before...~
"No. . don't leave me! . . I love you!"
~If only tears could bring you back. . ~
"Mariku."
*~*
Anzu's POV
I sit at Ryou's side for hours now; I wonder if he will get along. It's my fault, I know it, if only I hadn't dragged him in there. . . Seto keeps telling me it's okay.
Okay?!
There lies the one, true love of my best friend, a good friend himself, and is about to die, and he tells me it's OKAY??
I guess I finally cracked. Damn those chimera things. . . I never saw one before, but Malik drew one once and showed it to me when he visited me at the mental institution.
"Is he any better?", I hear a calm voice that I recognize as Isis'. Seto shakes his head no, and I stare at my hands intertwined with Ryou's limb one. A surprisingly warm hand lays down on my shoulder; I automatically raise one of my hands and lay it over it. Malik. Only the Egyptian boy has that kind of skin. He feels like sun itself. Mariku felt like that too. .
Yeah, I know what you think now. 'She never really did touch him, did she?' I did, actually. I clearly remember that one mission. . Sigh. .
It was the first mission Shizuka and I went on, so Seto decided Mariku should go with us. Our victims were two men in their middle forties, and I remember them on the ground, on their knees. I clutched my weapon with both hands, staring wide eyed at the figure before me; a man who was proud and about three heads taller than me kneeled and whimpered and begged. My mind was empty, I couldn't think, couldn't move, I couldn't even pull the trigger. I heard the shot Shizuka let go, her soft whimper and a 'thumb' when her knees hit the floor in front of the bleeding corpse she was responsible for. I guess the man saw the tears in my eyes, so he stopped begging and reached inside his jacket, revealing a weapon himself. .
That was when Mariku came up behind me, on arm wrapping softly around my waste, his other hand resting on mine, his index finger guiding my own. . and the blast hit the victim before he could unsheathe his own blaster. And that was when I decided, Mariku felt like sunshine. Like the sun he could produce those happy making hormones within me, I felt warm and secure as is nothing could happen to me; I miss those days.
And Malik feels like Mariku when he hugs me. Like now. I have to cry again.
"Shh, he'll be alright. . ", he whispers to me. Why do I cry anyways? I thought I had shed all the tears I had for Mariku already, so am I crying for his remembrance or for the unconscious child lying before me? I can't decide, and so I dedicate my tears to both of them while I cling to Malik as if he's my lifeline. His hands rubbing my back soothingly; the memory becomes unbearable. I break into sobs again.
Isis and Seto are staring at me, I know it. But they think I'm crying for Ryou alone, because of the guilt I bear. It's better if they think that way. . I promised Seto a while ago I wouldn't cry anymore because of –him-.
It's like I can still feel his presence though.
*~*
Ha, no cliffie this time ^___^ You proud of me?
Malik: Eh. . no?
Seto: She's losing it -__-
Voice: Feh, thanks Seto. . as your punishment I decide you can thank my reviewers.
Seto: Wha? NO! I didn't anything!
Voice: -smirks- You also were requested by some readers to do it.
Seto: Fine. . .
To Pocketfirefairy: Oh well, so many suggestions. .
To Anime Crazed: Again those suggestions. . . you all infatuated V-sama with them!
To Sugar-Kat: No, it's the second crazy authoress! I suggest we should run before they lock us up in that damn temple again. . –sighs- And of course you know who it is. Even if she didn't tell you, you can read her mind I guess.
To Lee-chan: Uh, yeah, now I'm confused too. But who would Ryou be if he still was Ryou but not Ryou enough? Heh?
To snow-shadow-wolf: Argh, not that crazy goddess! I don't EVER want to see her again!! Damn her! Damn her I say!!
Anuket: -slooowly lifts an eyebrow-
Seto: O.O *gulp*. . . well. . .
To Aman-chan: An. . . action figure. Wow. That really is great you know. I hate those things, but V-sama was crazed about it. . . kept staring at her pc in disbelief and stuff. She's jealous because you can't buy this stuff in germany.
Voice: -glares at Seto-
Seto: Wow, now I feel loved too. . . –sighs- OH, and Malik got all scared. I guess your yami frightened him. He told me to give you that thingy back. –hands the kitten back-
To magicianofblackchaos23: Yay, a party. And who will afford it? Heh? Me, of course. -.- V-sama though likes the idea.
To Dragon Masters: Heh, it was fun to see V-sama confused. Crazy authoress. *growl*
To Fluffy: Wow, a pet spark? I want one too!!
Voice: Strange things happen here. . o.O Seto actually likes something.
Seto: Whatever you say, crazy authoress. . anyways! I don't think V-sama got a hotmail account, but she got one at AOL! Yeah!
Voice: Thank you Seto, you've been a bit help o.O Another bishie who definitely wont do that again!
*~*
Normal POV
Bakura stared speechlessly at the tall figure approaching him slowly; shock in his eyes and fear in his heart. This really couldn't be! It was almost impossible!
The white-haired one's heart skipped a beat, because of joy or fear, he may never know.
"Y-You. . . "
"I missed you, Bakura.", a smooth voice purred, sounding much like velvet, soothing, seducing. . "Did you miss me too?" The figure bent down, lifting Bakura's chin up so the albino was forced to stare into the darkness beneath the hood that covered the person's hair and face.
"Uhm. . "For the first time in his life Bakura felt a loss of words when he needed them.
"You do know who I am right?"
Regaining his strength and confidence, Bakura got up, memories flooding through him openly as the person slowly lifted one hand to his face and pulled the hood back.
Malik and Isis returning from Egypt, faces pale and serene.
The girls holding each other mourning.
Ryou's eyes wide and shocked.
Anzu crying in the room beneath the chapel.
~I hold you close and shout out the words I only whispered before...~
"No. . don't leave me! . . I love you!"
~If only tears could bring you back. . ~
"Mariku."
*~*
Anzu's POV
I sit at Ryou's side for hours now; I wonder if he will get along. It's my fault, I know it, if only I hadn't dragged him in there. . . Seto keeps telling me it's okay.
Okay?!
There lies the one, true love of my best friend, a good friend himself, and is about to die, and he tells me it's OKAY??
I guess I finally cracked. Damn those chimera things. . . I never saw one before, but Malik drew one once and showed it to me when he visited me at the mental institution.
"Is he any better?", I hear a calm voice that I recognize as Isis'. Seto shakes his head no, and I stare at my hands intertwined with Ryou's limb one. A surprisingly warm hand lays down on my shoulder; I automatically raise one of my hands and lay it over it. Malik. Only the Egyptian boy has that kind of skin. He feels like sun itself. Mariku felt like that too. .
Yeah, I know what you think now. 'She never really did touch him, did she?' I did, actually. I clearly remember that one mission. . Sigh. .
It was the first mission Shizuka and I went on, so Seto decided Mariku should go with us. Our victims were two men in their middle forties, and I remember them on the ground, on their knees. I clutched my weapon with both hands, staring wide eyed at the figure before me; a man who was proud and about three heads taller than me kneeled and whimpered and begged. My mind was empty, I couldn't think, couldn't move, I couldn't even pull the trigger. I heard the shot Shizuka let go, her soft whimper and a 'thumb' when her knees hit the floor in front of the bleeding corpse she was responsible for. I guess the man saw the tears in my eyes, so he stopped begging and reached inside his jacket, revealing a weapon himself. .
That was when Mariku came up behind me, on arm wrapping softly around my waste, his other hand resting on mine, his index finger guiding my own. . and the blast hit the victim before he could unsheathe his own blaster. And that was when I decided, Mariku felt like sunshine. Like the sun he could produce those happy making hormones within me, I felt warm and secure as is nothing could happen to me; I miss those days.
And Malik feels like Mariku when he hugs me. Like now. I have to cry again.
"Shh, he'll be alright. . ", he whispers to me. Why do I cry anyways? I thought I had shed all the tears I had for Mariku already, so am I crying for his remembrance or for the unconscious child lying before me? I can't decide, and so I dedicate my tears to both of them while I cling to Malik as if he's my lifeline. His hands rubbing my back soothingly; the memory becomes unbearable. I break into sobs again.
Isis and Seto are staring at me, I know it. But they think I'm crying for Ryou alone, because of the guilt I bear. It's better if they think that way. . I promised Seto a while ago I wouldn't cry anymore because of –him-.
It's like I can still feel his presence though.
*~*
Ha, no cliffie this time ^___^ You proud of me?
Malik: Eh. . no?