Title: "Crimson"

By: Misery Johnson

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh but I do own this story, I just borrowed the

characters for my own twisted expression. I need therapy, I know.

I want to thank all that have been reviewing my story. But I'd like to say that I feel

sort of bad 'cause some people started to read my story but then dropped it. Is

there something wrong with it?

Tsuzuki2001: Your wish is my command. You reviewed twice for the same chapter.

weird but very pleasing. I think he's sexy too.

Sailor Tiamat: Sorry for not updating sooner, but finals are coming so I am trying

to do everything at once. I am so happy that you keep reviewing. I consider you a

friend.

Chi Yagami: Aww...thanks, I thought so too.

Silver Moon Phoenix: Thanks, it's appreciated.

Well it seems as though everyone is happy with me killing Yami and putting the

couple together. But rememeber happiness doesn't always last especially when you

have a deranged psycho in love with the girl too (guess who?). Don't worry about

them though. You already chose the pairing, I'm just stirring up some trouble to

keep things interesting. Don't hate me after this.

Here comes chapter eleven (I never thought it'd be so long). Hope you like it.

Chapter eleven: A heartfelt talk

Bakura led Anzu through the house. It was about time that she learned her way

around. he had decided against keeping her locked up since it made her sad.He

showed her the entire content of the house before going to bed. (Too long to talk

about the house and way too boring) But it seemed as though Anzu wasn't tired.

She began toexplore on her own, walking around, exploring the paintings that

hung from the walls. She stopped to carefully look at one in particular. It was of a

girl with long black hair. She was remarkably similar in some way to herself. No,

the girl's hair color was different and she had a cold look in her eyes. 'They were

totally different' she said trying to convince herself.

Anzu turned around backing away from the painting. She felt as though it was

trying to tell her something. But that would be insane, it was simply a painting.

"No, it's not" As soon as she heard that voice she froze. It was Marik. "It's not just

a painting" he repeated. "How'd you...?" she started wondering how he knew what

she was thinking."

"I used to think the same thing, but year after year, her eyes become more cold,

reserved. They were once like yours, so full of life, but they started to change as

soon as that was made" he said pointing towards the painting. "Who painted it?"

she asked generally curious. the painting was exquisite. "I did" he said flatly as if

it held no meaning. "You did that. It's amazing" "It's torment" he said as he started

to take his leave. "Marik, wait" she said but hesitated to continue speaking as he

indeed stopped and turned to face her. "I..." "Yes" She noted the anxiousness in

his voice. "I wanted to ask you about Serenity", she immediately regretted it when

she saw the look in his eyes. It was pure pain. She didn't know what to do, so she

went over and tried to touch him. He pushed her away and said something

inaudible.

She didn't know why, but she felt as though it was her fault that Marik was upset.

Just by mentioning Serenity he had turned from reasonable to dangerous. It looked

as though he had wanted to hurt her and had to leave to restrain himself. She hope

this wasn't the case as she headed towards the library where she had seen him

enter. She ever so slowly (here I go again) opened the library door. She saw him

at the far corner looking at what appeared to be a scrap book. She approached

him but stood somewhat away. "Serenity, I need toknow" she pleaded to him.

"She was nothing, no one compared to her" he hissed as she saw him looking at

the book in his hands. "She lied to me, mad me believe that she loved me but she

hated me as soon as she saw what I really was. She'd never do that" She knew that

he was referring to someone else when he said that last part.She wanted to speak

but was terrified of doing so, hoping not to surprise him she sat down beside him.

At soon as she looked at the book, she froze. There were hundreds of pictures

of her, or her look-alike to be exact. "That's Tea" he said as he begun to answer

her unasked questions. "She was Bakura's woman, almost got to be mine" he said

sadly. "You see, Bakura and I have known eachother for a very long time..." He

began to tell her everything about them, only leaving out the pieces aboutTea's

death. He didn't want her to think worse of then or mainly him. By the time he had

finished she was in tears. (Through his tale she had begun to rememeber bits and

pieces. Bakura's words, Marik's flirting. Everything she had lived through had

come back to her.) 'Women' he thought angrily. He hadn't told her these

things just to have her pity. But he was certainly surprised at her next action. She

hugged him. It seemed as though she didn't want to let go. "I remember" she

whispered against his chest. "You what?" he said hoping that it was indeed true,

that his Tea was finally back with him. "But I don't want to rememeber what you

left out..." she said looking up at him. "About how you and Bakura killed me"

Looking at her eyes he couldn't help but shed a few tears. But they soon vanished

as he saw bakura standing in the doorway glaring daggers at him for holding his

Anzu, his Tea. Yes, Bakura had heard everything and was not a happy camper.

Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. I hope you enjoyed it. But you

should know that it'll be a little angsty for a while. I won't keep it that way though.

Don't forget to review...Bunny plushies for all... Oh and I made Tea to be Anzu's

past life, sorry if you don't like it. I hope you're okay with how things turned

out. I know I rushed it a bit but everything has it's purpose. I know it's short but as

I said before finals are approaching so I had to make it short. The next chapter

may be up during the week and it will be longer I promise.