Woohoo! Hey guys! I'm BACK! Yay! I'm sorry for not updating so long, I had kinda trouble here. . and a friend was visiting me for a while. I hope you all forgive me –bows- Since I want this chapter to be updated the sooner the better, I'm only thanking you all for your review power that makes me so so happy. –nods- Next time, Bakura will do the replies, so please review because he will be more pissed if there are more reviews to answer! Thankies!!
Mariku restlessly paced around the room, followed by Malik's slightly dumb gaze. The boy had been like this since he had convinced him to come with him, and Mariku found it quite unnerving. His younger brother currently sat on the bed cross-legged, elbows on his knees. And watching him. Staring at him. Burning a hole into his back.
"Stop it already!!"
Malik blinked. Once, twice. He didn't stop staring though. Mariku sighed, clearly annoyed, and rubbed his temples. Thoughts crossed his mind, dark, bloody, murderous ones, interrupted by sensations of care and love, which he put away quickly. He wasn't like that anymore. And though he thought of the girl without a break. . .
It wasn't his fault. It never would be his fault. It was the girl's fault, yes, that was it. Why couldn't she care for her body, why didn't she use something against it? A small traitorous part of mind whispered to him.
Because she never had someone to love since you were gone.
Mariku sighed. He still thought of the girl with affection and care, remembered their fun times, he even remembered the kiss he had given her in his last seconds of life. It had tasted sweet, no doubt in that, and he had craved for more when he was put into this dark place for what seemed to be decades, craved for her laugh, her voice, her eyes, her body. And he had taken it when he came back. He had wanted to make it painful, so she never would forget whom she belonged to, but somehow, the traitorous mind part knew she wouldn't forget it alright, though he hadn't been rough with her at all. He missed her.
A hundred days had made me older, since the last time I had seen your pretty face
The dark one knew, she missed him too, but she would be protected. She, and the child as well. It wasn't possible for him to have children. Deep within, he still cared for the girl's well-being, and at her age she shouldn't be mother to a child who would never meet its father. He even cared for the child. What would it be, a boy? Looking like him? Or a girl, a Chibi-fied Anzu? Ah, how well he remembered the time Malik, Ryou, Shizuka and Yuugi had been transformed into children by his former mistress, the goddess Anuket, how soft Anzu's eyes had been when she had held Ryou or Malik or Shizuka, how gentle her arms had wrapped around small, delicate frames, how. . . beautiful she would be as a mother, with her own child in her arms. Their own child. But he couldn't have that.
A hundred lives have made me colder, and I don't think I can look at this the same
Kidnapping his younger brother while his older sister was in a trance and everyone fussed around Ryou had sounded like a good plan to him; but without the support of his friends and not knowing how Ryou was, the young Egyptian had been quite apathic ever since. Mariku was sorry about that, yes, but he banned the brooding sensations from his mind and body to never feel them again. It hadn't been right that he had talked to Bakura, neither that he had kissed him; he was sure the other male took it as the silent, forceful warning it was, but anyway! He had a mission to complete! He had to take all the items back. Mariku still cursed Seto for sending them to Egypt when he was sure no one would listen to his thoughts; if Seto hadn't been so fond of these cursed items, he would still be alive, happily married maybe.
I'm here without you baby, but just until I lone my lonely mind, I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time. . .
That was right, he dreamt about her. About the stunning blue eyes Bakura was allowed to look into, the soft brown locks that Ryou was allowed to touch when she hugged the boy, about her body he knew Yami had lusted after more than once. It made him furious. It made him insane. He wouldn't let them look, touch, lust. She was his. His and his alone. They would understand that soon. But first, he had to take care of her; she wasn't supposed to suffer with a child when this child couldn't have him as a father. Mariku wouldn't allow another one to take care of it. It was the best if the child died before it was born.
I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams; And tonight girl, it's only you and me
That sounded like a plan. He would take care of it this very night.
Somewhere else, Bakura was holding an exhausted Ryou bridal style in his arms and kicked the door open, while Yami followed behind him with Yuugi being held in the same position as the other lighter boy, just that the little one was wrapped into several blankets, sweating and shivering all the same and breathing hard and shallow. Bakura led Yami upstairs to where the bedrooms were, laid Ryou down on his own bed and motioned the other male to bring Yuugi to the bed within Ryou's room, deciding that he could watch his love sleep later, no matter how cute the white-haired teen looked. After tucking the still very pale boy in as well, Bakura and Yami made their way downstairs again, either of them silent, not speaking a word. Bakura longed to see Isis, for she had been trained as a healer back when their parents still lived, and though her training was only halfway completed, she read a lot of books about it still. And Ryou had promised Yami that Yuugi would be okay; Bakura wasn't going to prove his boyfriend a liar. Also, he wanted to check on Anzu. He hadn't talked to Yami much, and he had spared out the fact that the girl had tried to kill herself and that she was pregnant, since Yami's interest in Anzu wasn't the best anymore. All he could do was kill, Bakura mused to himself, and now he got his own boyfriend ill as well. To the albino, everything was Yami's fault, of course.
They arrived at the computer room, where they found Anzu sitting on the bench she had been laying before, with Isis standing in front of her, hugging the younger girl close, a soft tearstained cheek on the crook of her shoulder where it met her upper body, arms around Anzu who was trembling and sniffling, averting her eyes, while the older woman petted her back soothingly. To tell the truth, it broke Bakura's heart. He hissed in fury, ready to kill anyone who did that to her; he hadn't seen the girl like that for a long time.
Yami just stared. Stared at the bit of reddened cheek he could see, at the glittering wetness on the soft flesh, at the shaking body, the bandaged lower arms. A single stirring reached his mind, neither a sensation nor a thought, a mix maybe between guilt and sympathy. Bakura coughed softly, causing Isis to look up with saddened eyes. Stroking Anzu's damp hair, she whispered:
"She didn't take it too well. . . "
Louder, but still gentle and low, she spoke to the girl.
"Anzu-chan, I have to talk to Bakura and Yami-san. Do you think you'll be able to go and look after Ryou-chan a while?"
Slowly, the girl nodded, untangled herself from the woman's protective embrace, and strode past the two men quickly, pausing a second or two to peck Bakura on the cheek; the white-haired one wrapped an arm around her waist briefly, giving her a hug, while Yami still stared. Then she was gone. Isis sighed heavily, sinking back onto a chair, and looked up at them.
"What's the matter with her. . . ?", Yami's deep voice softly interrupted the silence. Bakura glared at him and opened his mouth to snap at him, but Isis held up a hand.
"It's okay, Bakura. You see, Anzu attempted suicide last night."
Yami was silent, averting his eyes from Isis. Somehow, the feeling of being guilty didn't leave him.
"She's pregnant."
Now deep crimson-violet settle don her, wide and startled. "What?"
"You heard me. Anzu is going to be a mother."
"Did you find out who the father is already?", Bakura asked calmly, trying to suppress the burning hate coursing through him.
Isis nodded.
Anzu wiped brown bangs away from her still slightly red eyes while she climbed up the stairs of the huge mansion. No sign of Shizuka or Seto anywhere; Anzu supposed the girl had taken Seto out to calm him down. Isis had told her the CEO had been pretty out of it when he found her within the bathroom all bloody. Not funny, not the slightest. . .
Looking out of the window, Anzu noticed that it was dusking already. Nightfall. It came early around this time of the year. From there, she could see to the backyard's edge; and she could see the grave of her beloved a bit within the mist that was coming down. It was rather creepy, and it filled Anzu with both fear and sadness, for she knew she could never be with him, though he had to be back. And it was frightening that he was a bit like a zombie, for Anzu never had liked those creatures. Thinking about it made her shiver, but suddenly her eyes fixed on something solid, a figure that filled her heart with recognizing and her mind with numb fear. There was something glittering softly out to her, calling her to it with a special familiarity. . .
Anzu shook her head and tore her gaze away from it, walking further to Bakura's bedroom where she found Ryou on the bed, humming contentedly to himself. She couldn't suppress a smile; that kid really was a sunshine. No matter that he was blind and ill he could be happy. The girl sat down on the edge of the bed, wrinkling her nose a bit at the piles of clothes that lay around the room (Bakura never was someone to tidy up) and brushed a few bangs out of Ryou's face, making him jump slightly.
"Who's there?"
"Just me. . . "
"Anzu-chan!!"
Ryou sat up and wrapped his arms around Anzu unseeing; he proceeded to hug her head to his neck, cuddling his cheek into her hair. "I was so worried about you!!"
"Not as much as I had been worried about you, Ryou. . . and still am."
Ryou let go of her, but stayed near her, and stared up at her with large, hazy eyes.
"Why did you do that. . ?", he asked softly. Anzu sighed.
"Ryou, I. . . I'm pregnant."
The boy blinked, mouth agape, before he grinned and squealed. "Cool!! What's it gonna be? A boy or a girl? How will you name him or her?"
The girl was quite taken aback from his enthusiasm; she never looked at it that way.
"Uh, I don't know. . . "
"Can I be his godfather? Pleaaase? I'll baby sit him! I'd love to!"
Anzu had to chuckle. "Okay, if you want to."
"Cool!!" And he hugged her again. "Ano. . . who's the dad?" Tears came to Anzu's eyes again. "It's. . . it's Mariku."
Later that night Anzu had tucked Ryou in, giving him a kiss on the forehead and smiled an 'Arigatou' at him when he whispered that she'd make a good mother. Feeling oddly warm and content on the inside, the girl silently closed the door, hearing Bakura and Yami argue in Ryou's bedroom and Isis scolding them, but she decided not to disturb them and quietly walked outside. The mist still was there, thick and white, eerie within the pale moonlight. Anzu decided to pay Mariku's grave a visit and barely noticed that she was wearing only one of Isis' white linen robes which the woman had decided were the comfiest clothes for the unconscious girl, and was shoeless. The grass felt cool and wet between her feet, but it wasn't as cold as Anzu had expected it.
A slight feeling of being followed rose within her chest, but she abandoned it as an urge of her paranoia to come through, and stood there in front of the silent grave a long time. The full moon rose higher into the sky, stars glittering all around it, with a few long, slim shaped clouds around as well. All in one it was a beautiful night. Unconsciously, she started humming the song she had picked up from Ryou earlier.
The miles just keep rolling as the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated, but I hope it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby, I think about you baby, and I dream about you baby
I'm here without you baby, you're still with me in my dreams. . .
"And tonight, it's only you and me. . "Without noticing, Anzu had started singing softly to the grave. The wind picked up, brushing through her hair and robe, and she closed her eyes, sighing deeply;
When she opened them again, he was there. Eyes wide, mouth forming a small, perfect 'o', she stared at him, his unruly hair, shoulders, chest, and finally into his face, where a soft smirk was shown and his eyes glittered darkly.
"Mariku. . . "
"You look marvellous tonight."
His voice was a soft purr while hers was just a whimper, telling from tears and cold lonely nights and days.
"You. . . you're back. . . "
"You didn't think I would ever leave you, did you?", he said, stepping closer until their bodies were mere inches apart and one of his hands rested on her cheek, caressing it.
"Did you cry, love?"
Anzu shook her head; then he nodded. "I did.", she admitted, lowering her head. Mariku lifted her chin softly.
"Because of me?"
"Because of. . . everything."
"You won't have to cry anymore. I'm here now." With that, his arms encircled her waist, pulling her close until she sighed in contentment and whimpered softly at the pain when her sore body touched his. She never saw the smirk widen.
The only thing she saw and felt was how he was ripped away from her, the enchanted moment being ripped apart as well as the couple, when a pure energy arrow tore its way into his shoulder. Mariku hissed like a wounded wild cat, eyes glowering dangerously, and crouched a bit, holding his shoulder. Anzu ripped her shocked gaze away from her injured once, or would be boyfriend, to see who had been disturbing; saving her.
A flash of pure white and dangerously flashing crimson eyes, showing off solemn hatred, like an angel of death and revenge perfectly fitting into the scenery, holding an energy crossbow with one hand. And behind him, a slightly smaller male, observing in wonder and amazement as Bakura's arrow hit Mariku without injuring Anzu; and the girl's fury flared.
Yami. Crashing her life to pieces once again.
Mariku restlessly paced around the room, followed by Malik's slightly dumb gaze. The boy had been like this since he had convinced him to come with him, and Mariku found it quite unnerving. His younger brother currently sat on the bed cross-legged, elbows on his knees. And watching him. Staring at him. Burning a hole into his back.
"Stop it already!!"
Malik blinked. Once, twice. He didn't stop staring though. Mariku sighed, clearly annoyed, and rubbed his temples. Thoughts crossed his mind, dark, bloody, murderous ones, interrupted by sensations of care and love, which he put away quickly. He wasn't like that anymore. And though he thought of the girl without a break. . .
It wasn't his fault. It never would be his fault. It was the girl's fault, yes, that was it. Why couldn't she care for her body, why didn't she use something against it? A small traitorous part of mind whispered to him.
Because she never had someone to love since you were gone.
Mariku sighed. He still thought of the girl with affection and care, remembered their fun times, he even remembered the kiss he had given her in his last seconds of life. It had tasted sweet, no doubt in that, and he had craved for more when he was put into this dark place for what seemed to be decades, craved for her laugh, her voice, her eyes, her body. And he had taken it when he came back. He had wanted to make it painful, so she never would forget whom she belonged to, but somehow, the traitorous mind part knew she wouldn't forget it alright, though he hadn't been rough with her at all. He missed her.
A hundred days had made me older, since the last time I had seen your pretty face
The dark one knew, she missed him too, but she would be protected. She, and the child as well. It wasn't possible for him to have children. Deep within, he still cared for the girl's well-being, and at her age she shouldn't be mother to a child who would never meet its father. He even cared for the child. What would it be, a boy? Looking like him? Or a girl, a Chibi-fied Anzu? Ah, how well he remembered the time Malik, Ryou, Shizuka and Yuugi had been transformed into children by his former mistress, the goddess Anuket, how soft Anzu's eyes had been when she had held Ryou or Malik or Shizuka, how gentle her arms had wrapped around small, delicate frames, how. . . beautiful she would be as a mother, with her own child in her arms. Their own child. But he couldn't have that.
A hundred lives have made me colder, and I don't think I can look at this the same
Kidnapping his younger brother while his older sister was in a trance and everyone fussed around Ryou had sounded like a good plan to him; but without the support of his friends and not knowing how Ryou was, the young Egyptian had been quite apathic ever since. Mariku was sorry about that, yes, but he banned the brooding sensations from his mind and body to never feel them again. It hadn't been right that he had talked to Bakura, neither that he had kissed him; he was sure the other male took it as the silent, forceful warning it was, but anyway! He had a mission to complete! He had to take all the items back. Mariku still cursed Seto for sending them to Egypt when he was sure no one would listen to his thoughts; if Seto hadn't been so fond of these cursed items, he would still be alive, happily married maybe.
I'm here without you baby, but just until I lone my lonely mind, I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time. . .
That was right, he dreamt about her. About the stunning blue eyes Bakura was allowed to look into, the soft brown locks that Ryou was allowed to touch when she hugged the boy, about her body he knew Yami had lusted after more than once. It made him furious. It made him insane. He wouldn't let them look, touch, lust. She was his. His and his alone. They would understand that soon. But first, he had to take care of her; she wasn't supposed to suffer with a child when this child couldn't have him as a father. Mariku wouldn't allow another one to take care of it. It was the best if the child died before it was born.
I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams; And tonight girl, it's only you and me
That sounded like a plan. He would take care of it this very night.
Somewhere else, Bakura was holding an exhausted Ryou bridal style in his arms and kicked the door open, while Yami followed behind him with Yuugi being held in the same position as the other lighter boy, just that the little one was wrapped into several blankets, sweating and shivering all the same and breathing hard and shallow. Bakura led Yami upstairs to where the bedrooms were, laid Ryou down on his own bed and motioned the other male to bring Yuugi to the bed within Ryou's room, deciding that he could watch his love sleep later, no matter how cute the white-haired teen looked. After tucking the still very pale boy in as well, Bakura and Yami made their way downstairs again, either of them silent, not speaking a word. Bakura longed to see Isis, for she had been trained as a healer back when their parents still lived, and though her training was only halfway completed, she read a lot of books about it still. And Ryou had promised Yami that Yuugi would be okay; Bakura wasn't going to prove his boyfriend a liar. Also, he wanted to check on Anzu. He hadn't talked to Yami much, and he had spared out the fact that the girl had tried to kill herself and that she was pregnant, since Yami's interest in Anzu wasn't the best anymore. All he could do was kill, Bakura mused to himself, and now he got his own boyfriend ill as well. To the albino, everything was Yami's fault, of course.
They arrived at the computer room, where they found Anzu sitting on the bench she had been laying before, with Isis standing in front of her, hugging the younger girl close, a soft tearstained cheek on the crook of her shoulder where it met her upper body, arms around Anzu who was trembling and sniffling, averting her eyes, while the older woman petted her back soothingly. To tell the truth, it broke Bakura's heart. He hissed in fury, ready to kill anyone who did that to her; he hadn't seen the girl like that for a long time.
Yami just stared. Stared at the bit of reddened cheek he could see, at the glittering wetness on the soft flesh, at the shaking body, the bandaged lower arms. A single stirring reached his mind, neither a sensation nor a thought, a mix maybe between guilt and sympathy. Bakura coughed softly, causing Isis to look up with saddened eyes. Stroking Anzu's damp hair, she whispered:
"She didn't take it too well. . . "
Louder, but still gentle and low, she spoke to the girl.
"Anzu-chan, I have to talk to Bakura and Yami-san. Do you think you'll be able to go and look after Ryou-chan a while?"
Slowly, the girl nodded, untangled herself from the woman's protective embrace, and strode past the two men quickly, pausing a second or two to peck Bakura on the cheek; the white-haired one wrapped an arm around her waist briefly, giving her a hug, while Yami still stared. Then she was gone. Isis sighed heavily, sinking back onto a chair, and looked up at them.
"What's the matter with her. . . ?", Yami's deep voice softly interrupted the silence. Bakura glared at him and opened his mouth to snap at him, but Isis held up a hand.
"It's okay, Bakura. You see, Anzu attempted suicide last night."
Yami was silent, averting his eyes from Isis. Somehow, the feeling of being guilty didn't leave him.
"She's pregnant."
Now deep crimson-violet settle don her, wide and startled. "What?"
"You heard me. Anzu is going to be a mother."
"Did you find out who the father is already?", Bakura asked calmly, trying to suppress the burning hate coursing through him.
Isis nodded.
Anzu wiped brown bangs away from her still slightly red eyes while she climbed up the stairs of the huge mansion. No sign of Shizuka or Seto anywhere; Anzu supposed the girl had taken Seto out to calm him down. Isis had told her the CEO had been pretty out of it when he found her within the bathroom all bloody. Not funny, not the slightest. . .
Looking out of the window, Anzu noticed that it was dusking already. Nightfall. It came early around this time of the year. From there, she could see to the backyard's edge; and she could see the grave of her beloved a bit within the mist that was coming down. It was rather creepy, and it filled Anzu with both fear and sadness, for she knew she could never be with him, though he had to be back. And it was frightening that he was a bit like a zombie, for Anzu never had liked those creatures. Thinking about it made her shiver, but suddenly her eyes fixed on something solid, a figure that filled her heart with recognizing and her mind with numb fear. There was something glittering softly out to her, calling her to it with a special familiarity. . .
Anzu shook her head and tore her gaze away from it, walking further to Bakura's bedroom where she found Ryou on the bed, humming contentedly to himself. She couldn't suppress a smile; that kid really was a sunshine. No matter that he was blind and ill he could be happy. The girl sat down on the edge of the bed, wrinkling her nose a bit at the piles of clothes that lay around the room (Bakura never was someone to tidy up) and brushed a few bangs out of Ryou's face, making him jump slightly.
"Who's there?"
"Just me. . . "
"Anzu-chan!!"
Ryou sat up and wrapped his arms around Anzu unseeing; he proceeded to hug her head to his neck, cuddling his cheek into her hair. "I was so worried about you!!"
"Not as much as I had been worried about you, Ryou. . . and still am."
Ryou let go of her, but stayed near her, and stared up at her with large, hazy eyes.
"Why did you do that. . ?", he asked softly. Anzu sighed.
"Ryou, I. . . I'm pregnant."
The boy blinked, mouth agape, before he grinned and squealed. "Cool!! What's it gonna be? A boy or a girl? How will you name him or her?"
The girl was quite taken aback from his enthusiasm; she never looked at it that way.
"Uh, I don't know. . . "
"Can I be his godfather? Pleaaase? I'll baby sit him! I'd love to!"
Anzu had to chuckle. "Okay, if you want to."
"Cool!!" And he hugged her again. "Ano. . . who's the dad?" Tears came to Anzu's eyes again. "It's. . . it's Mariku."
Later that night Anzu had tucked Ryou in, giving him a kiss on the forehead and smiled an 'Arigatou' at him when he whispered that she'd make a good mother. Feeling oddly warm and content on the inside, the girl silently closed the door, hearing Bakura and Yami argue in Ryou's bedroom and Isis scolding them, but she decided not to disturb them and quietly walked outside. The mist still was there, thick and white, eerie within the pale moonlight. Anzu decided to pay Mariku's grave a visit and barely noticed that she was wearing only one of Isis' white linen robes which the woman had decided were the comfiest clothes for the unconscious girl, and was shoeless. The grass felt cool and wet between her feet, but it wasn't as cold as Anzu had expected it.
A slight feeling of being followed rose within her chest, but she abandoned it as an urge of her paranoia to come through, and stood there in front of the silent grave a long time. The full moon rose higher into the sky, stars glittering all around it, with a few long, slim shaped clouds around as well. All in one it was a beautiful night. Unconsciously, she started humming the song she had picked up from Ryou earlier.
The miles just keep rolling as the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated, but I hope it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby, I think about you baby, and I dream about you baby
I'm here without you baby, you're still with me in my dreams. . .
"And tonight, it's only you and me. . "Without noticing, Anzu had started singing softly to the grave. The wind picked up, brushing through her hair and robe, and she closed her eyes, sighing deeply;
When she opened them again, he was there. Eyes wide, mouth forming a small, perfect 'o', she stared at him, his unruly hair, shoulders, chest, and finally into his face, where a soft smirk was shown and his eyes glittered darkly.
"Mariku. . . "
"You look marvellous tonight."
His voice was a soft purr while hers was just a whimper, telling from tears and cold lonely nights and days.
"You. . . you're back. . . "
"You didn't think I would ever leave you, did you?", he said, stepping closer until their bodies were mere inches apart and one of his hands rested on her cheek, caressing it.
"Did you cry, love?"
Anzu shook her head; then he nodded. "I did.", she admitted, lowering her head. Mariku lifted her chin softly.
"Because of me?"
"Because of. . . everything."
"You won't have to cry anymore. I'm here now." With that, his arms encircled her waist, pulling her close until she sighed in contentment and whimpered softly at the pain when her sore body touched his. She never saw the smirk widen.
The only thing she saw and felt was how he was ripped away from her, the enchanted moment being ripped apart as well as the couple, when a pure energy arrow tore its way into his shoulder. Mariku hissed like a wounded wild cat, eyes glowering dangerously, and crouched a bit, holding his shoulder. Anzu ripped her shocked gaze away from her injured once, or would be boyfriend, to see who had been disturbing; saving her.
A flash of pure white and dangerously flashing crimson eyes, showing off solemn hatred, like an angel of death and revenge perfectly fitting into the scenery, holding an energy crossbow with one hand. And behind him, a slightly smaller male, observing in wonder and amazement as Bakura's arrow hit Mariku without injuring Anzu; and the girl's fury flared.
Yami. Crashing her life to pieces once again.