Heyas guys. I'm sorry you have to be mad at me ^^" I really am cruel. Mai
will do the reviews today.
Mai: YAYS!!
Mariku: -whispers to Malik- She must be insane. .
Mai: I heard that, psycho! Anyways. First, V-chan thanks you all for your reviews. I will answer them now. ^___^
To HiTechDragon: Thanks very much ^__^
To SilverArrow: Yeah, I'm pretty sorry for Ryou too. . . but we need a plot. –nods-
To magicianofblackchaos23: Hey, the jerk reserved it! Damn him!!
Seto: . . o.O
Mai: Ehehe ^^" Sorry Seto-chan.
To Anime Crazed: You're one of the few people who weren't mad! Yay! –hands over pocky-
To snow-shadow-wolf: Wow, what a change from your usual reviews. . . anyways. Mariku's not really Bakura's cousin here. It's true they were in the same clan, and Isis kind of adopted Bakura after he and Mariku were being raised almost like brothers, but they're not really related to each other. –nods- Hope you feel better soon!
To Sugar-Kat: S-chan!! –glomps- Heeey, how are you? Anyways. Ahem. *cough* V-chan forgave you ^^" Well. . she couldn't not do it, could she?
To Lee-chan: Yeah, he's blind. –nodnod- And yeah, V-chan's evil. .
Voice: Hey!!
Mai: ^^" Ryou will be okay. Won't you, Ryou-chan.
Ryou: Uh, I don't know, since V-chan hasn't written the whole fic yet. But I guess she's got a good plan.
Voice: At least someone who's on my side ^^ -hugs Ryou-
Mai: . . -_-
To Rowan Girl: Uh, he hasn't much of a choice, has he. . ?
To Pocketfirefairy: O_O
To Aman-chan: Awwwww. . . –hands Aman some pocky- Don't cry! V-chan said the plot is clear in her head now. And since her head's much cleaner than her room, I hope she'll know what she does. Rae, Isis says thanks, and Seto sulked. . . Ha! Serves him right!!
Seto: . . . o.O?
Mai: .. . .
To Fluffy: -hands Fluffy a Mariku plushie- There you go ^___^ V-chan made it herself. You can't buy that stuff in Germany after all. It's your fault again V-chan put us in front of the TV and made us watch Pocahontas now. She's crazed about that movie, as well as over Mulan. -__- Happy related birthday!! –hands over some birthday cake- V-chan's mum made it yesterday for V-chan's birthday, the 30th of April. . you're both Taurus then, ne?
Voice: Wow, so many reviews ^___^ Enjoy the chapter. I try to make these things longer.
*~*
Thickly lashed eyelids fluttered open, revealing hazy cerulean orbs as the dim light of the computer screen flickered softly over the figure laying over the keyboard. It was far past midnight when the girl finally awoke, having fallen asleep over her work. Blinking a few times around, she noticed being still in the computer room, her blouse wrinkled and the button of her jeans digging painfully into the soft skin of her abdomen as she was slouched in the rather uncomfortable chair.
Anzu sat up, wincing as her spine gave a cracking sound, and stretched her arms that had fallen asleep as well, numb from her shoulders to her fingertips. On the screen blinked an alert message, and the girl's eyebrows furrowed in foreshadowing, and she leaned forward to let her sleep hazed eyes read it properly. A gasp echoed in the empty, dark room.
"C-Can't be. . . "
A glance at her wrist watch told her said item wasn't there, and she groaned in annoyance, having take it off when she put on the broad silver bracelets along with the same styled choker and rings on her neck and middle fingers of both hands. Though she didn't know where she got the adornments, she'd put them on in the morning, remembering a dream in where she had worn them.
Clearly dissatisfied, Anzu turned the computer's energy off and left the room, strolling through the dark corridors of the mansion, heading for a random clock that would tell her what time it was. A familiar feeling pooled in her stomach, and the girl's skin went pale. The burning sensation rose into her chest as she rushed to the nearest bathroom, into her throat, when she pushed the door open, sour in her mouth when she dropped to her knees. Anzu closed her eyes which were glistening with unshed tears and gripped toilet bowl hard with both hands. Her shoulders shook with wrenched, quiet sobs as she gave up what little she ate that day.
~Every time I try to fly I fall without my wings~
Trembling slightly, the girl collapsed onto her hands and knees, sitting on her heels still sobbing.
~I feel so small~
Images of her most precious dream came to her mind, causing her tears to flow freely, crystalline streams on sickly pale cheeks.
~I guess I need you baby~
Sandy blonde bangs, wildly arranged around the tan face, falling into dusty violet eyes. Strong arms circling her in a loving embrace, eyes smiling, with his lips upon hers, trailing kisses everywhere over her face and neck. Everything was strangely mute in her memories though the dream itself hadn't been.
~And every time I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me~
Whispered words of sweet, sweet nonsense, declarations of eternal, immortal love, nothings that only the desperate dream about. The waves of emotion alone had left her panting, added to the passionate heat the other body gave her.
~I guess I need you baby~
Anzu's sobs subsided down to incoherent whimpers as she stood up, clutching one hand over her aching abdomen and looking into the mirror over the sink tiredly. Angry red surrounded her eyes within her still pale face; she smiled bitterly. Finally, her face wasn't a mask anymore. Cheery, she was supposed to be. Carefree acting. Smiling and laughing. But this image, this face staring back at her from the mirror, this was her. Completely and entirely like she felt on the inside; broken and crying. The brunette didn't even try to hush her quiet sobs and sniffles, the bathroom was too far away from any of the bedrooms anyway. Suddenly, she felt alone. Like she was the only person left on the whole planet, in the whole universe, and the thought crossed her mind that Isis and Malik and Bakura and. . Mariku may had felt like that too back in Egypt; new tears welled up in her eyes, leaving them way too bright for Anzu's liking.
With a shaking hand, she wiped her mouth, then proceeded to turn on the water and wash out her mouth so the sick taste would go away. Even the water looked like tears to her.
"I'm broken. . . ", she whispered defeated. "Like a forgotten doll. . . well maybe an action figure." Anzu chuckled dryly at this and lifted her gaze, imagining the night sky instead of the light blue ceiling. "I'd rather have died with you. . "
Dying. The thought was permanent in her mind, ever since two and a half years ago. She'd talked to the psychiatrist about it, but they only gave her medication against depressions; and now, the medication was long gone. But the thought was still there. Anzu felt the urge to laugh at the irony of life, laugh loud and hard, until the tears would flow again – but she didn't. She didn't want anyone to wake up. Ever so slowly, she opened the small closet hidden behind the mirror and pondered for a moment, head tilted, her hair sticking sweat damp to her cheek and neck, before she reached out and took something gingerly.
Maybe her favourite weapon would be the better choice, painless, fast, neat. But she longed for the pain that moment, felt the urge to just feel at least something within the broken, numb form of her much too flawless body, to rip something open, destroy, and see the crimson life dropping on the floor. Her fingertips gently caressed the shining, silvery sharpness of the razor blade.
Seto laid motionless on his back, with Shizuka next to him on her side facing the wall, her breathing slow and calm. He simply stared at the ceiling though he couldn't even see it in the dark room; he was lost in deep thought. The things Isis had said to him earlier just didn't leave his mind, how her ever-so-calm eyes had flashed with unearthly fury, how sharp and hurt her voice had been, how accusing she had yelled at him. Using Ryou? Seto couldn't even bring himself to scold the kid. He was such a sweet boy, much like a child, and the thought that he was blinded; the sight of his eyes unfocused and hazy alone hurt him enough to make him feel like the worse person on earth.
The CEO heard faint noises and looked over to his fiancée, but the girl still was sleeping soundly. All he could hear from her was her breathing. A glance at the alarm clock told him it was almost 2.30 in the morning; nobody should be awake yet. Maybe some gangster had tricked the alarm systems – and everyone was sleeping. Deciding he should protect his friends no matter what -and because Isis maybe would forgive him then, too- Seto got up quietly and walked with an almost feline grace onto the corridor, not making a sound. The sounds had stopped, but every now and then he could hear a soft moaning. It wasn't a moan in pleasure though, like he had thought first; it sounded pained. Following the sound, he soon stood in front of the nearest bathroom door.
His heart skipped a beat when he opened it, scanning the scene within the dimly lit room, and started racing then. Blood pounded in his ears, dimming every sound from the outside, his mind screaming for him to move, but – he was frozen.
Dull blue eyes were half way open, staring into nothing, soaked brown locks clinging to the ghostly pale face, dry lips parted slightly, stained, stained, stained with the crimson liquid surrounding the upper body, white arms with criss-crossed slashed wrists sprawled out, the evenly stained razor blade still in limb fingers. A bruise was beginning to form on her right temple.
That was when Seto screamed.
Screamed and screamed and screamed, in a high-pitched tone of voice that wouldn't ever suit him, eyes wide in horror and fixed to the nightmarish scene in front of him, screamed until he went deaf, numb, and couldn't hear his cries anymore. . .
Someone bolted down the stairs, and Seto felt hands grabbing him, turning him away from the girl roughly, but he couldn't move, he couldn't. . . couldn't tear his gaze away. A flash of white, Bakura shoved him out of the bathroom door. A flash of black, Isis held him. Seto's mind whirled pulling him deeper and deeper into a world of darkness, and he could see Malik holding Shizuka, both in tears, before he fainted the first time in his life.
*~*
Cliffie! And way too much angst. . . o.O erm, don't kill me? Please? ^___^
Mai: YAYS!!
Mariku: -whispers to Malik- She must be insane. .
Mai: I heard that, psycho! Anyways. First, V-chan thanks you all for your reviews. I will answer them now. ^___^
To HiTechDragon: Thanks very much ^__^
To SilverArrow: Yeah, I'm pretty sorry for Ryou too. . . but we need a plot. –nods-
To magicianofblackchaos23: Hey, the jerk reserved it! Damn him!!
Seto: . . o.O
Mai: Ehehe ^^" Sorry Seto-chan.
To Anime Crazed: You're one of the few people who weren't mad! Yay! –hands over pocky-
To snow-shadow-wolf: Wow, what a change from your usual reviews. . . anyways. Mariku's not really Bakura's cousin here. It's true they were in the same clan, and Isis kind of adopted Bakura after he and Mariku were being raised almost like brothers, but they're not really related to each other. –nods- Hope you feel better soon!
To Sugar-Kat: S-chan!! –glomps- Heeey, how are you? Anyways. Ahem. *cough* V-chan forgave you ^^" Well. . she couldn't not do it, could she?
To Lee-chan: Yeah, he's blind. –nodnod- And yeah, V-chan's evil. .
Voice: Hey!!
Mai: ^^" Ryou will be okay. Won't you, Ryou-chan.
Ryou: Uh, I don't know, since V-chan hasn't written the whole fic yet. But I guess she's got a good plan.
Voice: At least someone who's on my side ^^ -hugs Ryou-
Mai: . . -_-
To Rowan Girl: Uh, he hasn't much of a choice, has he. . ?
To Pocketfirefairy: O_O
To Aman-chan: Awwwww. . . –hands Aman some pocky- Don't cry! V-chan said the plot is clear in her head now. And since her head's much cleaner than her room, I hope she'll know what she does. Rae, Isis says thanks, and Seto sulked. . . Ha! Serves him right!!
Seto: . . . o.O?
Mai: .. . .
To Fluffy: -hands Fluffy a Mariku plushie- There you go ^___^ V-chan made it herself. You can't buy that stuff in Germany after all. It's your fault again V-chan put us in front of the TV and made us watch Pocahontas now. She's crazed about that movie, as well as over Mulan. -__- Happy related birthday!! –hands over some birthday cake- V-chan's mum made it yesterday for V-chan's birthday, the 30th of April. . you're both Taurus then, ne?
Voice: Wow, so many reviews ^___^ Enjoy the chapter. I try to make these things longer.
*~*
Thickly lashed eyelids fluttered open, revealing hazy cerulean orbs as the dim light of the computer screen flickered softly over the figure laying over the keyboard. It was far past midnight when the girl finally awoke, having fallen asleep over her work. Blinking a few times around, she noticed being still in the computer room, her blouse wrinkled and the button of her jeans digging painfully into the soft skin of her abdomen as she was slouched in the rather uncomfortable chair.
Anzu sat up, wincing as her spine gave a cracking sound, and stretched her arms that had fallen asleep as well, numb from her shoulders to her fingertips. On the screen blinked an alert message, and the girl's eyebrows furrowed in foreshadowing, and she leaned forward to let her sleep hazed eyes read it properly. A gasp echoed in the empty, dark room.
"C-Can't be. . . "
A glance at her wrist watch told her said item wasn't there, and she groaned in annoyance, having take it off when she put on the broad silver bracelets along with the same styled choker and rings on her neck and middle fingers of both hands. Though she didn't know where she got the adornments, she'd put them on in the morning, remembering a dream in where she had worn them.
Clearly dissatisfied, Anzu turned the computer's energy off and left the room, strolling through the dark corridors of the mansion, heading for a random clock that would tell her what time it was. A familiar feeling pooled in her stomach, and the girl's skin went pale. The burning sensation rose into her chest as she rushed to the nearest bathroom, into her throat, when she pushed the door open, sour in her mouth when she dropped to her knees. Anzu closed her eyes which were glistening with unshed tears and gripped toilet bowl hard with both hands. Her shoulders shook with wrenched, quiet sobs as she gave up what little she ate that day.
~Every time I try to fly I fall without my wings~
Trembling slightly, the girl collapsed onto her hands and knees, sitting on her heels still sobbing.
~I feel so small~
Images of her most precious dream came to her mind, causing her tears to flow freely, crystalline streams on sickly pale cheeks.
~I guess I need you baby~
Sandy blonde bangs, wildly arranged around the tan face, falling into dusty violet eyes. Strong arms circling her in a loving embrace, eyes smiling, with his lips upon hers, trailing kisses everywhere over her face and neck. Everything was strangely mute in her memories though the dream itself hadn't been.
~And every time I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me~
Whispered words of sweet, sweet nonsense, declarations of eternal, immortal love, nothings that only the desperate dream about. The waves of emotion alone had left her panting, added to the passionate heat the other body gave her.
~I guess I need you baby~
Anzu's sobs subsided down to incoherent whimpers as she stood up, clutching one hand over her aching abdomen and looking into the mirror over the sink tiredly. Angry red surrounded her eyes within her still pale face; she smiled bitterly. Finally, her face wasn't a mask anymore. Cheery, she was supposed to be. Carefree acting. Smiling and laughing. But this image, this face staring back at her from the mirror, this was her. Completely and entirely like she felt on the inside; broken and crying. The brunette didn't even try to hush her quiet sobs and sniffles, the bathroom was too far away from any of the bedrooms anyway. Suddenly, she felt alone. Like she was the only person left on the whole planet, in the whole universe, and the thought crossed her mind that Isis and Malik and Bakura and. . Mariku may had felt like that too back in Egypt; new tears welled up in her eyes, leaving them way too bright for Anzu's liking.
With a shaking hand, she wiped her mouth, then proceeded to turn on the water and wash out her mouth so the sick taste would go away. Even the water looked like tears to her.
"I'm broken. . . ", she whispered defeated. "Like a forgotten doll. . . well maybe an action figure." Anzu chuckled dryly at this and lifted her gaze, imagining the night sky instead of the light blue ceiling. "I'd rather have died with you. . "
Dying. The thought was permanent in her mind, ever since two and a half years ago. She'd talked to the psychiatrist about it, but they only gave her medication against depressions; and now, the medication was long gone. But the thought was still there. Anzu felt the urge to laugh at the irony of life, laugh loud and hard, until the tears would flow again – but she didn't. She didn't want anyone to wake up. Ever so slowly, she opened the small closet hidden behind the mirror and pondered for a moment, head tilted, her hair sticking sweat damp to her cheek and neck, before she reached out and took something gingerly.
Maybe her favourite weapon would be the better choice, painless, fast, neat. But she longed for the pain that moment, felt the urge to just feel at least something within the broken, numb form of her much too flawless body, to rip something open, destroy, and see the crimson life dropping on the floor. Her fingertips gently caressed the shining, silvery sharpness of the razor blade.
Seto laid motionless on his back, with Shizuka next to him on her side facing the wall, her breathing slow and calm. He simply stared at the ceiling though he couldn't even see it in the dark room; he was lost in deep thought. The things Isis had said to him earlier just didn't leave his mind, how her ever-so-calm eyes had flashed with unearthly fury, how sharp and hurt her voice had been, how accusing she had yelled at him. Using Ryou? Seto couldn't even bring himself to scold the kid. He was such a sweet boy, much like a child, and the thought that he was blinded; the sight of his eyes unfocused and hazy alone hurt him enough to make him feel like the worse person on earth.
The CEO heard faint noises and looked over to his fiancée, but the girl still was sleeping soundly. All he could hear from her was her breathing. A glance at the alarm clock told him it was almost 2.30 in the morning; nobody should be awake yet. Maybe some gangster had tricked the alarm systems – and everyone was sleeping. Deciding he should protect his friends no matter what -and because Isis maybe would forgive him then, too- Seto got up quietly and walked with an almost feline grace onto the corridor, not making a sound. The sounds had stopped, but every now and then he could hear a soft moaning. It wasn't a moan in pleasure though, like he had thought first; it sounded pained. Following the sound, he soon stood in front of the nearest bathroom door.
His heart skipped a beat when he opened it, scanning the scene within the dimly lit room, and started racing then. Blood pounded in his ears, dimming every sound from the outside, his mind screaming for him to move, but – he was frozen.
Dull blue eyes were half way open, staring into nothing, soaked brown locks clinging to the ghostly pale face, dry lips parted slightly, stained, stained, stained with the crimson liquid surrounding the upper body, white arms with criss-crossed slashed wrists sprawled out, the evenly stained razor blade still in limb fingers. A bruise was beginning to form on her right temple.
That was when Seto screamed.
Screamed and screamed and screamed, in a high-pitched tone of voice that wouldn't ever suit him, eyes wide in horror and fixed to the nightmarish scene in front of him, screamed until he went deaf, numb, and couldn't hear his cries anymore. . .
Someone bolted down the stairs, and Seto felt hands grabbing him, turning him away from the girl roughly, but he couldn't move, he couldn't. . . couldn't tear his gaze away. A flash of white, Bakura shoved him out of the bathroom door. A flash of black, Isis held him. Seto's mind whirled pulling him deeper and deeper into a world of darkness, and he could see Malik holding Shizuka, both in tears, before he fainted the first time in his life.
*~*
Cliffie! And way too much angst. . . o.O erm, don't kill me? Please? ^___^