Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters.
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Glaring, Anzu slithered from his grip, his arm unlatching from her narrow waist as withdrew from the current propinquity.
" What exactly are you up to Marik....?"
Chuckling softly he leaned against the brick wall, his lower abdomen protruding forward as he shifted into a comfortable pose. Titling his head, he examined her flushed facade, twisted in a baleful scowl. Smirking he crossed his arms over his muscular, chiseled chest, visible beneath the thin fabric of his white shirt.
" You amuse me onna........."

Looking up she studied him meekly, heeding his eyes, as they surveyed her intently. Soft breezes tickled at his exquisite locks, as thin, curved tentacles of the luscious mane sculptured his stern jawbone. A pair of amethyst orbs speckled with vague fragments of black , slanted slightly, provided a mysterious facade. His nose, flawless in shape and width trailed down to his pursed , flushed lips, parted slightly, allowing an audible glimpse of his white teeth peering from beneath his taut lip.

His tall stature was coaxed in a bronze sensual tint, causing an illusion as small, vague specks of gold glitter seemed to mold his cheekbones. His chiseled torso vibrated with each inhale of the sweet luminous air; eyes closing as the crease of his lip tilted upwards, indicating mockery as he spoke in a deep, husky voice, reaching her ears, embracing her with the eniticing tone.
" .......I am also surprized that, that baka pharaoh, and those weak humans aren't accompanying you."
Grimacing lightly she leaned forward, cheeks flushed as she released her wrath on the blond Egyptian.
" They are not weak.. and Yugi is not a baka!" Crossing her arms over her chest she cocked her head haughtily upwards, a small smirk curving her plush lips. Allowing a mocking giggle to erupt from her throat, she glared through cerulean pools.
" Tell me Marik.........who won at battle city again?"
Her tender voice echoed vibrantly through him, piercing him as he winced absentmindedly. The words suffocated him as he gasped for air, his eyes stretching in an insane manner as he slammed her into the wall, his slender fingers tarnishing her bare, impervious neck, as the shell of his nails dug into her creamy white flesh. Gasping she writhed beneath him, shaking tremendously as she struggled to lift her hands, molding his fingers with hers. Swallowing meekly, her sweaty palms fought off his tanned hand as he tightened the immense grip around her flushed neck.
Releasing her neck he shoved her limbs up, strapping her wrists together with his right hand as he pressed his body against her. Breathing heavily she continued to catch her abated oxygen, her chest rising against his as she gasped for air helplessly. Pounding her arms into the wall above her head he tilted his head down, his hot breath brushing over her parted lips.
" You and your friends disgust me............you infest this world with your worthless lifes."
Realizing the gravity of the situation she remained silent, nodding her head lackidasically as she stared past him, her eyes achieving a dour tint.
' I wish Yugi were here..........'
Shaking her head inwardly she shut her eyes tightly, shunting the blond egyptians voice.
' Why........why is he bothering me and not anyone else, I never did anything to him?'
Opening her eyes she glanced upwards, intaking the unsual facade concealing his normal, stern glare. His eyes shifted, seemingly studying her features with declared concern. Scolding herself, she erased the ludicrous thought from memory as she shoved him aside. Placing a cupped hand over her neck she traced the thin slits embedded in her skin, forming curved welts along her throat. Averting her fixation atop him, she stared with accusing eyes, the watery pools stabbing his body with hate as she mouthed the words.
Looking down he examined his folded fingers, heeding her silhouette as it dispersed through the streets. The small droplets of pristine water stumbled around him, covering the roads in the sleek liquid, emitting an ethereal scent. Clenching his fist he ignored the stinging sensation crawling through his curled fist.
Shouldn't he be laughing with bliss, overwhealmed with amusement by her reactions towards his manipulative demeanor? So then why........why were those simple words....words that were made to express ones current emotions.......hurting him so much..? The churning sensation manifested in his lower abdomen as he clenched the soft fabric of his shirt between his fingers.
The bitter taste intensified as he opened his eyes, watching as her svelte frame dissapeared through the rain coaxed streets. Guilt.............Mouthing the word he became distraught, tangled within the webs of his reverie. Why was he, one who was believed to have not possessed a psyche feeling guilty? Her words haunted him as he remained in his position, the motion of her mouth as she spoke them below a shaky whisper soaring through his sheathed orbs, playing before his eyes like a film..........
' I hate you.............'
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