Hey guys, sorry I took so long to update! Since my whole class missed three
months at school, we have to catch up a lot of stuff, because the year ends
soon ands we have exams to come up! I don't really have much time at the
computer, because I'm sleeping or studying all the time. I try to keep
updating fast, though. It's Mariku's turn to do the reviews.
Mariku: Noooo. . .
Voice: Go ahead dear. Or else I will use your deck against you
Mariku: Damn -- Anyways.
To Pork Steak the Grande: Wow, you really got her frantic. V-chan jumped around and around grinning like me -- She loves your stories you know. I'm supposed to thank you thousand times. But I won't sniggers Muhahahahaha.. . anyways. cough
To snow-shadow-wolf: Hey, don't worry! She needs to get back onto the ground anyways!
Voice: You're mean, Mariku. . .
Mariku: I know. Muhahahaha.
To Inverse-chan: She's evil, ne? Sometimes. That's why she does things like this. But Ryou will be alright, and no, he's not going to die.
To magicianofblackchaos23: That's her darn special trick to keep her reviewers. If her chapters would be longer, there would be less people to review V-chan says that at last. . . I don't know it's true. And I don't care.
To Pocketfirefairy: sniggers Frantic mortals. . . she updates as fast as she can.
To Anime Crazed: Fling. . with. . me? blushes Erm. . .
Anzu:
Mariku: oO
To Aman-chan: Weeeeell. Seems like your hikari still is out of it. Muhahahahahaha. See, Bakura isn't dense, but he was shocked at the time, so. . . his brain didn't work right.
To Fluffy: Yeah well. . . it's right that the dam Pharaoh first was duelling Seto, and now duelling me. Ha, he doesn't stand a chance. Anyways. You need to know who's the third and fourth best duellist, ne? So Seto and Joey duelled, and guess what, Seto won. Surprise, surprise. But that comic strip sounds like. . . fun. . . insane grin
That was it, I guess. . . phew.
Voice: Yeah, thanks for scaring and mocking my reviewers --
Mariku: Anytime
Normal POV
Bakura silently sat in the back of the helicopter that brought him to his once worst enemy's mansion. Greeted by the skyline in front of the coast, he rolled his eyes, glaring out at the rising sun which painted the sky soft pink and grey, with the liquid golden ball in the east. It was a rather nice sight, actually. . . but the albino didn't care about that. He held his lover in his lap, who was fast asleep, stroking the boy's soft hair gently. When Bakura looked down, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Ryou curled within his arms, the angelic face half nestled in the folds of Bakura's loose fitting shirt, the morning sun casting a soft glow on the pale skin and panting the white hair soft pink and orange.
The taller one admired the sight of the sky and hair painting yet hated it; because Ryou couldn't see its beauty. The teen still was blinded by the powerful poison the chimera's claws injected into him. Also, his legs gave in lately every now and then, and Bakura was afraid that this could be the paralyze effect Mariku had spoke about. Hot, white hate welled up inside him, along with confusion and depression. What had changed his best friend so much? And had Kaiba known about it, and made Ryou his partner in stealing already before Mariku had died?
It wasn't fair. Bakura knew, he would've given his own eyesight, his own consciousness, even his own life to save the boy's; but Mariku seemed to have known it as well, and took his most beloved person from him slowly. Also, Bakura wondered what had happened to Malik. Ever since Mariku had shown up, the blonde teen was gone, and the albino guessed Mariku had kidnapped him.
Bakura felt Ryou stir within his arms and looked down, not wanting to miss the precious sight of his love being on the narrow rim between slumber and consciousness. . . it was always so cute to watch. Now, Ryou's hazy green eyes fluttered open, his lids fell back down halfway, and he yawned cutely, snuggling into the warmth that was Bakura's body when he rubbed his left eye with his fist. The older one smiled softly, planting a kiss on the younger one's forehead and tightened the embrace. A bright yet sleepy smile greeted him as Ryou seemed to know exactly where Bakura was.
"Good morning love"
"Morning, 'Kura. . . "Another yawn. Chuckling, Bakura brushed some bangs out of Ryou's face in a loving gesture of affection, and the boy nuzzled his hand.
"Did you sleep well?"
Ryou nodded. "Yeah. I dreamt of you."
"Well that certainly was a good dream then."
"Cocky!", the boy giggled, reaching up to cup Bakura's face in his hands, trailing his soft fingertips over his older lover's face. Bakura smiled sadly; that was exactly how blind people 'saw'. Placing a soft kiss on the teen's lips, he mumbled softly to him.
"I'm sure you're gonna be okay. . . "
"I'm okay as long as I'm with you!"
Bakura opened his mouth to say something when the helicopter lost height. Apparently they had arrived. Smoothening out the smaller one's hair, causing another giggle to escape, Bakura prepared to meet Yami. He didn't quite trust him yet, and he knew he would never trust him fully.
The morning air was almost chilling when they got out of the helicopter, causing Ryou to shiver and cuddle against Bakura's side who was leading him anyway and now put an arm around the small waist. The rotating blades stilled slowly, the wind tousling the albino boys' hair. At the front door, Yami awaited them. He looked more tired than he had when his emergency call arrived Bakura, the tri-coloured hair completely un-styled and tousled, and his chemise was buttoned up wrong.
"I'm glad you could come that fast. . . "
"I'm not here freely, Yami. Isis begged me to."
"I know. . . I guessed."
Yami's gaze fell upon Ryou, and the boy shivered, feeling it like needles. Bakura pulled him closer as if to protect him, but Yami was tired of rivalry games and waved a hand slightly.
"Please, come in."
As they followed Yami inside, Bakura got nervous. "Why did you call me by all people?"
"I didn't know who to call else. . . ", Yami nearly whispered, his head already hanging low. Bakura stayed silent. He didn't mean to inflict more pain than Yami already was in. Soon, they arrived at a wooden door which Yami opened silently and entered; a gasp was all was heard.
Bakura held Ryou close when they made their way over to the giant bed the small frame was laying in. Yuugi's face was almost grey, cold sweat dampened his forehead and he was panting in his sleep. Apparently, he had difficulties with breathing. Ryou stepped closer, taking a seat on the side of the bed, furrowing his delicate brows in worry.
"He's burning. . . "
Yami sat down on the edge of the bed, head hanging in defeat and eyes watering at the sight of his precious Yuugi. Bakura crossed his arms.
"I guess, it is your turn now to lose someone important.", he stated, his voice much softer than he had intended to; but it made no difference, the effect on Yami was the same. He flinched, violently.
"I guess. . . "
"Rubbish.", Ryou's soft voice interrupted. "We can't let him die. We just. . . can't. . . "
"I wasn't going to let anyone else die as well. But I couldn't save them from his wrath.", Bakura grumbled, glaring at Yami, who didn't even dare to look up. Seeing the cruel boy broken, at the edge of tears, let something rise within Bakura's chest. . . joy? Satisfaction? Hate? . . Pity?
"Then, we have to take him home.", the albino grumbled reluctantly, earning himself a thankful glance from Yami. Ryou smiled.
Isis typed feverishly. Anzu still was unconscious, but she didn't float within the recovering chamber anymore and was lying on a narrow bed, a blanket over her body and her arm connected with the computer through a wire. Since it was about 6.30a.m., Isis worked in complete silence, the humming of the computer and the clicking, even sounds of her typing the only sounds there were. After Shizuka had calmed Seto down, they had gone to bed again, Seto fast asleep from exhaustion. Bakura and Ryou had taken off to Yami's after she begged Bakura for at least fifteen minutes, and Malik. . . well, Malik was gone too.
Isis bit her lip, counting down when the computer showed her the downloading bar. Fifteen percent. Anzu's right hand twitched softly, the soft rustling of the blanket letting Isis' overtired nerves jolt. She looked towards the girl, but the cerulean eyes were still closed, the chest still moving slowly. Thirty percent. In about a minute she would see the image of the man that was the father of Anzu's unborn child. The woman sat back, eyes closing and exhaling slowly. No sign of any message Bakura or Malik could've sent. . . Fifty percent.
She sighed, fixing her eyes to the girl again. The eyelids fluttered softly as if Anzu was dreaming, and her lips parted to let a soft gasp escape. Apparently, she was waking up. Seventy percent. Isis rubbed her eyes which threatened to close for a dreamless, deep sleep, but she forced herself to stay awake. This was reality, no silly dream of a young girl who wanted to be something special; like she had been herself when she had been younger. Now she felt like someone special. But it didn't matter, she still was sick from worry over both her brothers, one back from death, the other disappeared, worried about Anzu, who had attempted suicide just about two hours ago, worried about Ryou, who had been poisoned to suffer. Ninety- five. . . Ninety-seven. . . Ninety-nine. . .
Isis stared blankly at the face of a handsome young man when the computer beeped and popped open a new window with the information of the specimen.
And Anzu awoke with a soft gasp, staring at the ceiling above her.
Within an instant, the older woman was next to her, gently disconnecting her and rubbing her hand with a thumb.
"How are you feeling, Anzu?"
"Isis. . . ?"
"Yes. You had us quite shocked, you know."
Anzu smiled a soft, sad smile, sat up and gladly accepted Isis' embrace.
"Tell me, Anzu-chan. . . did you have a dream within the last months? A special one?", Isis asked softly, not letting go of the girl who seemed so incredibly frail at the moment.
"Uhm. . . "
"Come on. Tell me, please."
And Anzu told her. Told her about ghost-like caresses, kisses, touches, and ecstasy. And Isis nodded.
"I was afraid you would say this. . . "
Anzu cocked her head, wincing when a sharp headache shot through her temples. Isis made her lay down again, took one of her hands and placed them over her abdomen.
"It wasn't a dream, Anzu."
Cerulean blue eyes widened. "What?"
"You're pregnant. One and a half month pregnant. . . with Mariku's child."
DundundunDUN!!!
Mariku: Noooo. . .
Voice: Go ahead dear. Or else I will use your deck against you
Mariku: Damn -- Anyways.
To Pork Steak the Grande: Wow, you really got her frantic. V-chan jumped around and around grinning like me -- She loves your stories you know. I'm supposed to thank you thousand times. But I won't sniggers Muhahahahaha.. . anyways. cough
To snow-shadow-wolf: Hey, don't worry! She needs to get back onto the ground anyways!
Voice: You're mean, Mariku. . .
Mariku: I know. Muhahahaha.
To Inverse-chan: She's evil, ne? Sometimes. That's why she does things like this. But Ryou will be alright, and no, he's not going to die.
To magicianofblackchaos23: That's her darn special trick to keep her reviewers. If her chapters would be longer, there would be less people to review V-chan says that at last. . . I don't know it's true. And I don't care.
To Pocketfirefairy: sniggers Frantic mortals. . . she updates as fast as she can.
To Anime Crazed: Fling. . with. . me? blushes Erm. . .
Anzu:
Mariku: oO
To Aman-chan: Weeeeell. Seems like your hikari still is out of it. Muhahahahahaha. See, Bakura isn't dense, but he was shocked at the time, so. . . his brain didn't work right.
To Fluffy: Yeah well. . . it's right that the dam Pharaoh first was duelling Seto, and now duelling me. Ha, he doesn't stand a chance. Anyways. You need to know who's the third and fourth best duellist, ne? So Seto and Joey duelled, and guess what, Seto won. Surprise, surprise. But that comic strip sounds like. . . fun. . . insane grin
That was it, I guess. . . phew.
Voice: Yeah, thanks for scaring and mocking my reviewers --
Mariku: Anytime
Normal POV
Bakura silently sat in the back of the helicopter that brought him to his once worst enemy's mansion. Greeted by the skyline in front of the coast, he rolled his eyes, glaring out at the rising sun which painted the sky soft pink and grey, with the liquid golden ball in the east. It was a rather nice sight, actually. . . but the albino didn't care about that. He held his lover in his lap, who was fast asleep, stroking the boy's soft hair gently. When Bakura looked down, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Ryou curled within his arms, the angelic face half nestled in the folds of Bakura's loose fitting shirt, the morning sun casting a soft glow on the pale skin and panting the white hair soft pink and orange.
The taller one admired the sight of the sky and hair painting yet hated it; because Ryou couldn't see its beauty. The teen still was blinded by the powerful poison the chimera's claws injected into him. Also, his legs gave in lately every now and then, and Bakura was afraid that this could be the paralyze effect Mariku had spoke about. Hot, white hate welled up inside him, along with confusion and depression. What had changed his best friend so much? And had Kaiba known about it, and made Ryou his partner in stealing already before Mariku had died?
It wasn't fair. Bakura knew, he would've given his own eyesight, his own consciousness, even his own life to save the boy's; but Mariku seemed to have known it as well, and took his most beloved person from him slowly. Also, Bakura wondered what had happened to Malik. Ever since Mariku had shown up, the blonde teen was gone, and the albino guessed Mariku had kidnapped him.
Bakura felt Ryou stir within his arms and looked down, not wanting to miss the precious sight of his love being on the narrow rim between slumber and consciousness. . . it was always so cute to watch. Now, Ryou's hazy green eyes fluttered open, his lids fell back down halfway, and he yawned cutely, snuggling into the warmth that was Bakura's body when he rubbed his left eye with his fist. The older one smiled softly, planting a kiss on the younger one's forehead and tightened the embrace. A bright yet sleepy smile greeted him as Ryou seemed to know exactly where Bakura was.
"Good morning love"
"Morning, 'Kura. . . "Another yawn. Chuckling, Bakura brushed some bangs out of Ryou's face in a loving gesture of affection, and the boy nuzzled his hand.
"Did you sleep well?"
Ryou nodded. "Yeah. I dreamt of you."
"Well that certainly was a good dream then."
"Cocky!", the boy giggled, reaching up to cup Bakura's face in his hands, trailing his soft fingertips over his older lover's face. Bakura smiled sadly; that was exactly how blind people 'saw'. Placing a soft kiss on the teen's lips, he mumbled softly to him.
"I'm sure you're gonna be okay. . . "
"I'm okay as long as I'm with you!"
Bakura opened his mouth to say something when the helicopter lost height. Apparently they had arrived. Smoothening out the smaller one's hair, causing another giggle to escape, Bakura prepared to meet Yami. He didn't quite trust him yet, and he knew he would never trust him fully.
The morning air was almost chilling when they got out of the helicopter, causing Ryou to shiver and cuddle against Bakura's side who was leading him anyway and now put an arm around the small waist. The rotating blades stilled slowly, the wind tousling the albino boys' hair. At the front door, Yami awaited them. He looked more tired than he had when his emergency call arrived Bakura, the tri-coloured hair completely un-styled and tousled, and his chemise was buttoned up wrong.
"I'm glad you could come that fast. . . "
"I'm not here freely, Yami. Isis begged me to."
"I know. . . I guessed."
Yami's gaze fell upon Ryou, and the boy shivered, feeling it like needles. Bakura pulled him closer as if to protect him, but Yami was tired of rivalry games and waved a hand slightly.
"Please, come in."
As they followed Yami inside, Bakura got nervous. "Why did you call me by all people?"
"I didn't know who to call else. . . ", Yami nearly whispered, his head already hanging low. Bakura stayed silent. He didn't mean to inflict more pain than Yami already was in. Soon, they arrived at a wooden door which Yami opened silently and entered; a gasp was all was heard.
Bakura held Ryou close when they made their way over to the giant bed the small frame was laying in. Yuugi's face was almost grey, cold sweat dampened his forehead and he was panting in his sleep. Apparently, he had difficulties with breathing. Ryou stepped closer, taking a seat on the side of the bed, furrowing his delicate brows in worry.
"He's burning. . . "
Yami sat down on the edge of the bed, head hanging in defeat and eyes watering at the sight of his precious Yuugi. Bakura crossed his arms.
"I guess, it is your turn now to lose someone important.", he stated, his voice much softer than he had intended to; but it made no difference, the effect on Yami was the same. He flinched, violently.
"I guess. . . "
"Rubbish.", Ryou's soft voice interrupted. "We can't let him die. We just. . . can't. . . "
"I wasn't going to let anyone else die as well. But I couldn't save them from his wrath.", Bakura grumbled, glaring at Yami, who didn't even dare to look up. Seeing the cruel boy broken, at the edge of tears, let something rise within Bakura's chest. . . joy? Satisfaction? Hate? . . Pity?
"Then, we have to take him home.", the albino grumbled reluctantly, earning himself a thankful glance from Yami. Ryou smiled.
Isis typed feverishly. Anzu still was unconscious, but she didn't float within the recovering chamber anymore and was lying on a narrow bed, a blanket over her body and her arm connected with the computer through a wire. Since it was about 6.30a.m., Isis worked in complete silence, the humming of the computer and the clicking, even sounds of her typing the only sounds there were. After Shizuka had calmed Seto down, they had gone to bed again, Seto fast asleep from exhaustion. Bakura and Ryou had taken off to Yami's after she begged Bakura for at least fifteen minutes, and Malik. . . well, Malik was gone too.
Isis bit her lip, counting down when the computer showed her the downloading bar. Fifteen percent. Anzu's right hand twitched softly, the soft rustling of the blanket letting Isis' overtired nerves jolt. She looked towards the girl, but the cerulean eyes were still closed, the chest still moving slowly. Thirty percent. In about a minute she would see the image of the man that was the father of Anzu's unborn child. The woman sat back, eyes closing and exhaling slowly. No sign of any message Bakura or Malik could've sent. . . Fifty percent.
She sighed, fixing her eyes to the girl again. The eyelids fluttered softly as if Anzu was dreaming, and her lips parted to let a soft gasp escape. Apparently, she was waking up. Seventy percent. Isis rubbed her eyes which threatened to close for a dreamless, deep sleep, but she forced herself to stay awake. This was reality, no silly dream of a young girl who wanted to be something special; like she had been herself when she had been younger. Now she felt like someone special. But it didn't matter, she still was sick from worry over both her brothers, one back from death, the other disappeared, worried about Anzu, who had attempted suicide just about two hours ago, worried about Ryou, who had been poisoned to suffer. Ninety- five. . . Ninety-seven. . . Ninety-nine. . .
Isis stared blankly at the face of a handsome young man when the computer beeped and popped open a new window with the information of the specimen.
And Anzu awoke with a soft gasp, staring at the ceiling above her.
Within an instant, the older woman was next to her, gently disconnecting her and rubbing her hand with a thumb.
"How are you feeling, Anzu?"
"Isis. . . ?"
"Yes. You had us quite shocked, you know."
Anzu smiled a soft, sad smile, sat up and gladly accepted Isis' embrace.
"Tell me, Anzu-chan. . . did you have a dream within the last months? A special one?", Isis asked softly, not letting go of the girl who seemed so incredibly frail at the moment.
"Uhm. . . "
"Come on. Tell me, please."
And Anzu told her. Told her about ghost-like caresses, kisses, touches, and ecstasy. And Isis nodded.
"I was afraid you would say this. . . "
Anzu cocked her head, wincing when a sharp headache shot through her temples. Isis made her lay down again, took one of her hands and placed them over her abdomen.
"It wasn't a dream, Anzu."
Cerulean blue eyes widened. "What?"
"You're pregnant. One and a half month pregnant. . . with Mariku's child."
DundundunDUN!!!