Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters.
CHAPTER 4 ~*~
Shivering compulsively, Anzu stumbled down the narrow, hazy sidewalk, her vision abating with each progressive step forward. Panting lightly, white puffs of air arose from her mouth indicating the weather, as the rain intensified immensely. Embracing herself as she walked she replayed the events with Marik in her head, unable to shove away the guilt swimming inside her. Lids wavering slightly, she tightened her sweater, tugging at the collar as she covered her bare neck from the chilly breezes snipping at her bare legs and flushed cheeks. Her knees contracted together to sustain warmth as she fell limply against a building. Tilting her head down her sable bangs stumbled down, sheathing her face from receiving the bitter cold air, brushing wistfully past her. Examining her numb fingers, she gazed over the light blue pigment her nails had begun to attain. Nibbling her lower lip she rocked her body back and forth, hoping to suffice warmth till the winds abated. Scanning the hazy roads she heeded her purblind vision as everything appeared in large blobs of various, diverse colors.
Soft, audible footsteps rung through her ears as she struggled to maintain deft vision of her surroundings as she caught a glimpse of a shifting white and blue silhouette advancing toward her. Swallowing the lump growing within her parched throat, she meekly hid below a canopy, hung by two silver poles at the side of the small building. The curved flaps aligned along the oval canopy hissed lightly as a gust of wind burst through the vacant portion.
" Anzu...?"
Lifting her head swiftly she studied the tall, lean figure as they walked affront her tentatively. Automatically the name fumbled from her swollen, flush lips, pertaining a pale cerulean tint along the underside of her lip. Her lashes fluttered against her perky cheekbones, framing her oval facade, constructed with perfection. Her large, blue orbs were concealed with the shadow of her bangs as they swayed against her forehead. Her hair snatched to her cheeks and forehead, trailing down to her drenched neck, covered in small beads of water. Licking her chapped lips, she stuttered the masculine name again.
" No, it's Bakura."
Silently she prayed to the gods as she ran into her companions hesitant embrace. Reluctantly his arms, covered in a dark blue sweater looped around her shoulders. Pressing her face against his chest she relished the warmth his body emitted, snuggling her body against his.
" Your.....so warm." Her tongue clicked against her teeth, as though she had rehearsed the phrase in a foreign language to him. Her words were folded with an impervious tremble, sounding sluggish, as she spoke them in a hushed, contented heave. Tightening her grip around him, she slumped her head against his shoulder, inhaling the husky cologne coaxed over his bare neck. His hands intermingled within her tresses as he gingerly combed her hair with his svelte fingers.
" What are you doing out so late, and in your condition?" Biting her lip she tilted her head against his chiseled torso, sheathed behind the smooth fabric of his winter attire.
" I was taking a walk...and got stuck in the rain, that's all." She spoke the words with ease, confidence molding her cavalier phrase as she tilted her head upwards, allowing her cheeks to lift as the smile pushed her lips into a blissful, though doleful smile.
" I'm sorry to have worried you, I shouldn't have been out so late." Shaking his head he rested his chin atop her slumped head, his deft finger trailing down her neck, until he achieved his covert desire as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his arms atop her narrow hips, visible beneath her drenched skirt, prohibited from the school administration.
' She obviously never went home to change...' He noted, absentmindedly tugging at the soaked material, sticking against her long, slender legs.
" Come on lets get you inside, you might catch a cold." Nodding her head she pulled away, permitting enough room from their current proximity as he picked up the fallen umbrella he had dropped when he had seen her running towards him. Tilting the umbrella he flicked it against the ground, ridding the debris as it attached to its squalid appearance. Momentarily his facade dissipated as he gave a disgusted gurgle from below his throat as he meekly wiped the stray twigs and small patches of mud and grass from the protective barrier. Satisfied he pushed the circular object upward, shielding both their frames securely.
" But what about M---
" Who?" Quirking a white brow he studied her curiously as she fumbled with her fingers, her feet shuffling slightly, indicating her nervousness.
" N-nothing.."
" You can stay over at my house tonight, its much closer from here than yours."
Nodding her head she resumed her position beside him as she wrapped her arms around his right arm, embracing him in a sideways manner. Smiling he turned away, shunting the heat that arose in his flushed cheeks. Anzu gambled her chances as she looked in the direction of Marik's last appearance. Furrowing her brows a deprecated whimper erupted from her parted lips.
' I'm sorry Marik....I'm sorry....'
Marik scowled as he studied the pair become engulfed in the ethereal mist as they vanquished down the streets. His chest contracted as he inhaled sharply, his hands gliding down his body till they disappeared in the depth of his pockets.
' So Bakura is taking the Baka onna to his house.....' Smirking he began a relatively slow pace as he followed the two conversing pair, whispering quietly as they walked in the direction of the the male companions home.
' I'm sure they wouldn't mind another guest.'
Anzu nodded in thanks as she hurried into the house, followed by Bakura as he swiftly entered the mammoth house. Anzu sniffed the enticing fragrance greeting her nostrils as she entered the kitchen. The sweet scent intoxicated her as she lackadaisically sauntered into the living room, absentmindedly mimicking her white haired companions motions. Pushing his arm behind him he signaled for her to sit as he directed her attention atop the sofa. " Please sit, I'll go get you some clothes and a towel, I'll be back, all right?" " Arigato, Bakura-chan." Blushing he walked hastily up the stairs muttering a vaguely audible. " Douitashimashita"
Examining the large room she tapped her fingers against her lap as she patted her feet against the carpeted floor, covered in an exotic rug, imported from France. Quietly she stood up, allowing the sweater Bakura had so kindly given her along their jaunt to his home, into the sofa, as she headed into the kitchen.
" I should at least repay him for letting me stay here.." Picking up the spices she studied the names, as she shuffled around the pots and pans placed atop a shelf in a neat organized manner. Smiling she adjusted to where everything was located before preparing beverages and a meal for the two of them.
Bakura hastily ran down the stairs, his arms occupied with the attire he successfully found for her. Waking into the room he placed the pile of clothing atop the sofa before he scanned the area worriedly.
" Anzu?!"
" In the kitchen!" Quirking a brow he walked tentatively into the room, as if preparing to be attacked he entered with cautious maneuvers around the furniture. Eyeing her carefully he watched as she paced the small area, her hands gripping various spices, salts and peppers as she added the instructed amount into the pot, laying atop the heating stove. Closing his eyes he sniffed the fragrance slowly, relishing the scent as she poured the spices into the bowl.
" What are you making, it smells quite good." " That is a secret, and I'm sure you'll love it!"
Hesitantly, as if almost captivated by the scene affront him he spoke in a low whisper. " I got you some clothes, their in the living room."
" Arigato Bakura-chan."
" Don't worry about it."
" You might want to change as fast as possible, its not good to--- Waving her hand in a lazy manner she turned to him, lifting the spatula as she dipped it into the brew, before pushing it against his lips. Furrowing his brows he eyed the liquid sitting atop the spoon with bitter amusement.
" Taste."
" Is it safe?" Chuckling softly he apologized as she gave him a pout before gingerly putting the spoon into his mouth, and awaiting his retort.
" That is the best thing I've ever tasted, what is it?"
Blushing she shook her head as she turned, and continued to add in other ingredients.
" It's not that good, and it's a special recipe that's been in my family for quite sometime." " What's it called?" Turning around she smirked as she tapped him with the spatula lightly at the tip of his nose.
" That is a secret."
Giggling softly she relished the vague pout that grazed his appealing features. " Onegai Anzu-chan?"
" Iie." She stated as she stuck out her tongue. Frowning he turned away, before smiling and looking back at her. " Now, how about changing into some w----
" Alright, alright...you've convinced me." She sighed before twisting the dial atop the stove to a certain temperature. " Watch the food for me while I change, ne?"
Nodding his head he walked affront the stove as she raced into the living room before running past him with the pair of clothes and into the bathroom across the room.
Bakura twirled around as the doorbell rang loudly.
' Strange, Yugi and the others never told me they would be coming over.'
Chuckling he called to Anzu as he walked past the bathroom. The door opened as Anzu quickly exited the covert area, her attire slightly baggy due to the fact that the clothes belonged to Bakura.
" How do I look?" She made a pose.
" Dreadful! I don't know if I can stand to look anymore!" Chuckling he informed her of his jesting before he told her to watch the food while he got the door. She frowned at the comment before she giggled softly and told him she was aware of his comment, taking no offense of the jest.
" So, who is it?"
" Don't know, maybe Junouchi smelled the food and told the others." Giggling softly she imagined the blond running towards the house with Honda and Yugi holding him by the legs, struggling to stop him.
" Never know." Snorting he shook his head at the ill effigy. " Right, now watch the food, I'll be back."
Bakura slowly made it to the door, his feet covered in white socks sulking in the soft carpet as he made his way across the house, stopping affront the pale vanilla tinted door. His hand looped around the handle as he pulled his arm back with a twist of his wrist, allowing the door to open slightly as he peered at the newcomer.
" M-marik..?"
~*~
CHAPTER 4 ~*~
Shivering compulsively, Anzu stumbled down the narrow, hazy sidewalk, her vision abating with each progressive step forward. Panting lightly, white puffs of air arose from her mouth indicating the weather, as the rain intensified immensely. Embracing herself as she walked she replayed the events with Marik in her head, unable to shove away the guilt swimming inside her. Lids wavering slightly, she tightened her sweater, tugging at the collar as she covered her bare neck from the chilly breezes snipping at her bare legs and flushed cheeks. Her knees contracted together to sustain warmth as she fell limply against a building. Tilting her head down her sable bangs stumbled down, sheathing her face from receiving the bitter cold air, brushing wistfully past her. Examining her numb fingers, she gazed over the light blue pigment her nails had begun to attain. Nibbling her lower lip she rocked her body back and forth, hoping to suffice warmth till the winds abated. Scanning the hazy roads she heeded her purblind vision as everything appeared in large blobs of various, diverse colors.
Soft, audible footsteps rung through her ears as she struggled to maintain deft vision of her surroundings as she caught a glimpse of a shifting white and blue silhouette advancing toward her. Swallowing the lump growing within her parched throat, she meekly hid below a canopy, hung by two silver poles at the side of the small building. The curved flaps aligned along the oval canopy hissed lightly as a gust of wind burst through the vacant portion.
" Anzu...?"
Lifting her head swiftly she studied the tall, lean figure as they walked affront her tentatively. Automatically the name fumbled from her swollen, flush lips, pertaining a pale cerulean tint along the underside of her lip. Her lashes fluttered against her perky cheekbones, framing her oval facade, constructed with perfection. Her large, blue orbs were concealed with the shadow of her bangs as they swayed against her forehead. Her hair snatched to her cheeks and forehead, trailing down to her drenched neck, covered in small beads of water. Licking her chapped lips, she stuttered the masculine name again.
" No, it's Bakura."
Silently she prayed to the gods as she ran into her companions hesitant embrace. Reluctantly his arms, covered in a dark blue sweater looped around her shoulders. Pressing her face against his chest she relished the warmth his body emitted, snuggling her body against his.
" Your.....so warm." Her tongue clicked against her teeth, as though she had rehearsed the phrase in a foreign language to him. Her words were folded with an impervious tremble, sounding sluggish, as she spoke them in a hushed, contented heave. Tightening her grip around him, she slumped her head against his shoulder, inhaling the husky cologne coaxed over his bare neck. His hands intermingled within her tresses as he gingerly combed her hair with his svelte fingers.
" What are you doing out so late, and in your condition?" Biting her lip she tilted her head against his chiseled torso, sheathed behind the smooth fabric of his winter attire.
" I was taking a walk...and got stuck in the rain, that's all." She spoke the words with ease, confidence molding her cavalier phrase as she tilted her head upwards, allowing her cheeks to lift as the smile pushed her lips into a blissful, though doleful smile.
" I'm sorry to have worried you, I shouldn't have been out so late." Shaking his head he rested his chin atop her slumped head, his deft finger trailing down her neck, until he achieved his covert desire as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his arms atop her narrow hips, visible beneath her drenched skirt, prohibited from the school administration.
' She obviously never went home to change...' He noted, absentmindedly tugging at the soaked material, sticking against her long, slender legs.
" Come on lets get you inside, you might catch a cold." Nodding her head she pulled away, permitting enough room from their current proximity as he picked up the fallen umbrella he had dropped when he had seen her running towards him. Tilting the umbrella he flicked it against the ground, ridding the debris as it attached to its squalid appearance. Momentarily his facade dissipated as he gave a disgusted gurgle from below his throat as he meekly wiped the stray twigs and small patches of mud and grass from the protective barrier. Satisfied he pushed the circular object upward, shielding both their frames securely.
" But what about M---
" Who?" Quirking a white brow he studied her curiously as she fumbled with her fingers, her feet shuffling slightly, indicating her nervousness.
" N-nothing.."
" You can stay over at my house tonight, its much closer from here than yours."
Nodding her head she resumed her position beside him as she wrapped her arms around his right arm, embracing him in a sideways manner. Smiling he turned away, shunting the heat that arose in his flushed cheeks. Anzu gambled her chances as she looked in the direction of Marik's last appearance. Furrowing her brows a deprecated whimper erupted from her parted lips.
' I'm sorry Marik....I'm sorry....'
Marik scowled as he studied the pair become engulfed in the ethereal mist as they vanquished down the streets. His chest contracted as he inhaled sharply, his hands gliding down his body till they disappeared in the depth of his pockets.
' So Bakura is taking the Baka onna to his house.....' Smirking he began a relatively slow pace as he followed the two conversing pair, whispering quietly as they walked in the direction of the the male companions home.
' I'm sure they wouldn't mind another guest.'
Anzu nodded in thanks as she hurried into the house, followed by Bakura as he swiftly entered the mammoth house. Anzu sniffed the enticing fragrance greeting her nostrils as she entered the kitchen. The sweet scent intoxicated her as she lackadaisically sauntered into the living room, absentmindedly mimicking her white haired companions motions. Pushing his arm behind him he signaled for her to sit as he directed her attention atop the sofa. " Please sit, I'll go get you some clothes and a towel, I'll be back, all right?" " Arigato, Bakura-chan." Blushing he walked hastily up the stairs muttering a vaguely audible. " Douitashimashita"
Examining the large room she tapped her fingers against her lap as she patted her feet against the carpeted floor, covered in an exotic rug, imported from France. Quietly she stood up, allowing the sweater Bakura had so kindly given her along their jaunt to his home, into the sofa, as she headed into the kitchen.
" I should at least repay him for letting me stay here.." Picking up the spices she studied the names, as she shuffled around the pots and pans placed atop a shelf in a neat organized manner. Smiling she adjusted to where everything was located before preparing beverages and a meal for the two of them.
Bakura hastily ran down the stairs, his arms occupied with the attire he successfully found for her. Waking into the room he placed the pile of clothing atop the sofa before he scanned the area worriedly.
" Anzu?!"
" In the kitchen!" Quirking a brow he walked tentatively into the room, as if preparing to be attacked he entered with cautious maneuvers around the furniture. Eyeing her carefully he watched as she paced the small area, her hands gripping various spices, salts and peppers as she added the instructed amount into the pot, laying atop the heating stove. Closing his eyes he sniffed the fragrance slowly, relishing the scent as she poured the spices into the bowl.
" What are you making, it smells quite good." " That is a secret, and I'm sure you'll love it!"
Hesitantly, as if almost captivated by the scene affront him he spoke in a low whisper. " I got you some clothes, their in the living room."
" Arigato Bakura-chan."
" Don't worry about it."
" You might want to change as fast as possible, its not good to--- Waving her hand in a lazy manner she turned to him, lifting the spatula as she dipped it into the brew, before pushing it against his lips. Furrowing his brows he eyed the liquid sitting atop the spoon with bitter amusement.
" Taste."
" Is it safe?" Chuckling softly he apologized as she gave him a pout before gingerly putting the spoon into his mouth, and awaiting his retort.
" That is the best thing I've ever tasted, what is it?"
Blushing she shook her head as she turned, and continued to add in other ingredients.
" It's not that good, and it's a special recipe that's been in my family for quite sometime." " What's it called?" Turning around she smirked as she tapped him with the spatula lightly at the tip of his nose.
" That is a secret."
Giggling softly she relished the vague pout that grazed his appealing features. " Onegai Anzu-chan?"
" Iie." She stated as she stuck out her tongue. Frowning he turned away, before smiling and looking back at her. " Now, how about changing into some w----
" Alright, alright...you've convinced me." She sighed before twisting the dial atop the stove to a certain temperature. " Watch the food for me while I change, ne?"
Nodding his head he walked affront the stove as she raced into the living room before running past him with the pair of clothes and into the bathroom across the room.
Bakura twirled around as the doorbell rang loudly.
' Strange, Yugi and the others never told me they would be coming over.'
Chuckling he called to Anzu as he walked past the bathroom. The door opened as Anzu quickly exited the covert area, her attire slightly baggy due to the fact that the clothes belonged to Bakura.
" How do I look?" She made a pose.
" Dreadful! I don't know if I can stand to look anymore!" Chuckling he informed her of his jesting before he told her to watch the food while he got the door. She frowned at the comment before she giggled softly and told him she was aware of his comment, taking no offense of the jest.
" So, who is it?"
" Don't know, maybe Junouchi smelled the food and told the others." Giggling softly she imagined the blond running towards the house with Honda and Yugi holding him by the legs, struggling to stop him.
" Never know." Snorting he shook his head at the ill effigy. " Right, now watch the food, I'll be back."
Bakura slowly made it to the door, his feet covered in white socks sulking in the soft carpet as he made his way across the house, stopping affront the pale vanilla tinted door. His hand looped around the handle as he pulled his arm back with a twist of his wrist, allowing the door to open slightly as he peered at the newcomer.
" M-marik..?"
~*~
