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CHAPTER 6
Anzu shuffled the bags within her grasp, as she shoved the gold key lightly into the key hole, twisting the trinket before turning the door knob, and quickly waltzing inside the vacant residence. Scanning the area, she lackadaisically dropped the milky white bags atop the sturdy wooden table beside the entrance, before absentmindedly slipping of her shoes. Hesitantly she turned around, gesturing the gorgeous Egyptian inside, and shutting the door behind his sauntering stature. Grimacing vaguely she studied his body, his hips protruding forward as he slumped against the wall with an annoyed heave, fluttering from his cinnamon tinted lips, speckled with visible shades of pink.
" I'm going to take these to the living room.." She stated meekly, lifting the bags as an indication for her mild phrase. His long black lashes created thin shadows to swirl over his cheekbones, framing his slightly chiseled facial structure. Exotic gold earrings hung from his earlobes, ending near the curve of his jawbone. His fair hair fell limply over his shoulders, each shock of the luscious, smooth mane curving in its own direction, creating an attractive illusion. Scolding herself inwardly she tore her gaze from him, quickly trotting into the living room with the necessary supplies to aid her unconscious cronies recovery.
Smirking he opened his eyes, specks of glitter framing his amethyst orbs as he unfolded his arm, and cavalierly entering the room with a snarl. Hovering over her he watched with repulse, as the female brunette hastily set innumerable aiding tools atop the table parallel to the futon Bakura slumbered atop.
" Why help him, I'm sure he will heal in good time." He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at the pale youth lying atop the sofa. Obvious hesitation within her motions she adjusted her eyes atop the floor, restraining her gaze from colliding with his enchanting one.
" He's my friend, I have to help him." Snarling lightly he walked to a nearby wall, before slumping his tall stature against it.
" And why do you treat me as nothing has happened?" " Wha-what do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean! I caused that fool his pain, and you treat me as if it never happened!?"
" I know." Pausing she pressed her hand atop Bakuras forehead, wiping away the accumulating perspiration around his temples.
" But everyone should be given a second chance. Even if they were bad in the past, they can always change."
"You shouldn't be so naive! If you are then everyone will use that weakness against you!"
" I don't think of it as a weakness. In fact I think it helps you see the true person, and not to simply judge by backgrounds or appearance." She stated firmly, adjusting her gaze atop the slumbered youth.
' Miss goody good disgusts me with her naive talk! She is weak and the weak must be destroyed.'
Though he stated the words firmly, he felt as though he had said a lie, a complete and utter lie to make himself feel confident of his repulse toward the girl. Though now, now it seemed as though he regretted thinking of her that way. Grimacing he scolded himself repetitively for feeling these emotions that only worthless beings should endure. Anzu shifted her body facing his stoic glare as she kept her hand atop the white cloth placed over Bakura sweat soaked temples.
" Why is it you hate humans so much, you are one. Are you not?" Grimacing he snorted slightly as he slumped against the seat. " They are weak and care for only themselves. Humans cannot survive without help from elite figures, which makes them disgusting insects."
" Is that so?" Shutting her eyes she tilted her head before lifting her lids as she examined her companion absentmindedly. " You possess human emotions, do you not?"
Chuckling bitterly he eyed her tentatively. She smirked inwardly, apathetic towards what he may say or do to her once she is done speaking.
" You do. You fear of having friends. You care and miss your Yami. You loathe and despise humans. I'd say your pretty human yourself." She laughed inwardly as he gasped huskily, his eyes widening sufficiently as he repeated her sentence over and over in his mind. Insanely he laughed through his mind. It was preposterous. He was nothing like those beasts. Nothing. She was simply trying to play her obnoxious mind games to turn him good. He chuckled inwardly. He would play along with her game, after all messing with lowly humans was a hobby of his, and the plan was still in process. Smirking he sat down, transforming his features in a hurtful, solemn gaze.
" No one has ever said that to me." He replied in a hushed whisper, all the while applauding himself for creating a believable tone and facade. Anzu smiled sadly as she walked beside the alluring Egyptian, his torso slouched forward, whilst his long fair, luscious mane stumbled downward, covering his bowed head and tense shoulders. Sitting atop the arm handle she embraced him loosely, resting her head atop his as she murmured soothing phrases.
" Never be ashamed of emotions, Marik. In fact without them you'd be vulnerable. Those feelings buried deep inside you help you through life, they help us down our paths, even in tough decisions that we are unable to make on our own." Meekly she cradled his head against her chest, her svelte fingers combing his tresses, emitting an enticing scent. During the process his lips had parted, his eyes widening, realizing her actions toward him. Why was she not scared of him like all the rest? Running away from his harsh gaze that pierced through any weak mortal soul? Yet she, this girl seemed so calm even at the proximity she shared with him. Shutting his eyes he lifted his hands, clenching his temples in an attempt to palliate the throbbing soaring through his forehead due to the innumerable questions he asked himself, relevant to his rivals best friend.
" I....don't understand." He muttered outwardly, completely oblivious to his current surroundings.
" Why must I be weak for feeling such emotions?" Intensifying his grasp against his temples he clenched his teeth together, the pain becoming unbearable. Heeding his distressed posture Anzu embraced him tightly humming softly in his ear to soothe his panicked state of mind. Inhaling sharply he tilted his head up to her, his deep, amethyst orbs impervious and opaque.
" Your not weak, Marik. Even your yami, one who was even more disgusted of feelings, held them himself. Hate." Slowly he turned his head, studying his hands now lying atop his lap.
" But...." Anzu smiled. Was it possible he was beginning to realize, and except those emotions? She felt her body slam into the ground, eyes squinting as she felt her ribs begin to ache from the impact. Looking up she saw Marik breathing heavily in his upright position.
" No! Its not true. You know of nothing of my yami!" He bellowed before he hovered over her. " Everything you say is a lie! Your like all the rest!" He spat. Clutching her side she stood up cautiously, a solemn gaze plastered across her slightly flushed features.
" Your wrong, Marik. I know your not an evil person deep down. Simply influenced to believe that." She smiled weakly, hoping in some sense the action would calm him to a rational rate. Growling he turned around.
" Shut up! I don't want to hear your worthless mumble. You don't know the kind of person I am."
" I do! I know you don't want to be looked on as a weak human like all of us. Therefore you lock yourself away, even act rude to stay in your solitude of what you think is right!"
" I know you well enough, Marik. Well enough to know these feelings you've recently felt are getting stronger, and soon enough you'll have to except th---
" No!" He snapped, specks of gold illuminating his clouded orbs. " Do not tell me what to do, onna! I will do as I wish."
" So that you can what? Run away like a scared little boy? Because that's all you've been doing since we met, is locked yourself away." Achieving a melancholy grimace she watched him intently, remaining silent as he listened to her.
" Why won't you just talk to me, and accept what has become of you?" " I will not accept being a weak, worthless insect like you!" He shouted, exasperation clearly evident within his narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks.
" That's all you are, is a scared little boy running from his fears, when he can simply overcome them."
Her body skidded against the sofa in which Bakura lay, as Marik's hand roughly came in contact with her cheek. Gasping she stumbled atop the sofa, dodging her unconscious friends slumbered frame, thus causing her slip and bang into the table.
" I never run from my fears, onna!" He bellowed with belligerence as he walked affront her, his hand looping around her wrist as he raised it into the air. Panting softly she held her hand against her cheek, ignoring the stinging sensation seeping through the small crimson welt forming atop her pale cheek.
" I just wanted you to see.....that you are loved Marik..." She mumbled quietly.
He looked down to her and for a split second she swore his eyes pained with guilt, over his actions and harsh terms toward her. Shaking her head, she bypassed this factor.
" Loved? Then by who, Mazaki?"
" I-I love you, Marik. I love all my friends dear to me." Oh god, she couldn't believe she had just uttered those word, those very three words. She didn't exactly love him in an intimate way, possibly as a friend. But love him? Why did she have to say that? She could have said she liked him as a good companion, but instead she risked thought and overcome by fear muttered the first three words that came to her head.
Swallowing sharply she watched as he remained silent, his feature awestricken, lips slightly parted as he absentmindedly released her wrist.
No one had ever in his entire life told him they loved him. Even if the term was to be stated in a friendly manner, those words were never said to him. Maybe he imagined it? But then why would he think of such a repulsive thought involving 'her'? He turned to her quickly, his face omitted of any emotion, studied her intently.
" But why, why do you love me?" He asked, his voice in a gruff, husky whisper. She didn't know how to respond. What was she suppose to say? That since the first day she saw him she was somehow attracted to him, without explanatory reason? And even though he caused all that havoc, and hurt all her friends, including Bakura, she somehow managed to look at him without feeling hate or disgust. Shaking her head she erased the images of the tanned, handsome Egyptian from her psyche. Looking up she parted her lips, preparing to respond his awaited question.
~*~
CHAPTER 6
Anzu shuffled the bags within her grasp, as she shoved the gold key lightly into the key hole, twisting the trinket before turning the door knob, and quickly waltzing inside the vacant residence. Scanning the area, she lackadaisically dropped the milky white bags atop the sturdy wooden table beside the entrance, before absentmindedly slipping of her shoes. Hesitantly she turned around, gesturing the gorgeous Egyptian inside, and shutting the door behind his sauntering stature. Grimacing vaguely she studied his body, his hips protruding forward as he slumped against the wall with an annoyed heave, fluttering from his cinnamon tinted lips, speckled with visible shades of pink.
" I'm going to take these to the living room.." She stated meekly, lifting the bags as an indication for her mild phrase. His long black lashes created thin shadows to swirl over his cheekbones, framing his slightly chiseled facial structure. Exotic gold earrings hung from his earlobes, ending near the curve of his jawbone. His fair hair fell limply over his shoulders, each shock of the luscious, smooth mane curving in its own direction, creating an attractive illusion. Scolding herself inwardly she tore her gaze from him, quickly trotting into the living room with the necessary supplies to aid her unconscious cronies recovery.
Smirking he opened his eyes, specks of glitter framing his amethyst orbs as he unfolded his arm, and cavalierly entering the room with a snarl. Hovering over her he watched with repulse, as the female brunette hastily set innumerable aiding tools atop the table parallel to the futon Bakura slumbered atop.
" Why help him, I'm sure he will heal in good time." He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at the pale youth lying atop the sofa. Obvious hesitation within her motions she adjusted her eyes atop the floor, restraining her gaze from colliding with his enchanting one.
" He's my friend, I have to help him." Snarling lightly he walked to a nearby wall, before slumping his tall stature against it.
" And why do you treat me as nothing has happened?" " Wha-what do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean! I caused that fool his pain, and you treat me as if it never happened!?"
" I know." Pausing she pressed her hand atop Bakuras forehead, wiping away the accumulating perspiration around his temples.
" But everyone should be given a second chance. Even if they were bad in the past, they can always change."
"You shouldn't be so naive! If you are then everyone will use that weakness against you!"
" I don't think of it as a weakness. In fact I think it helps you see the true person, and not to simply judge by backgrounds or appearance." She stated firmly, adjusting her gaze atop the slumbered youth.
' Miss goody good disgusts me with her naive talk! She is weak and the weak must be destroyed.'
Though he stated the words firmly, he felt as though he had said a lie, a complete and utter lie to make himself feel confident of his repulse toward the girl. Though now, now it seemed as though he regretted thinking of her that way. Grimacing he scolded himself repetitively for feeling these emotions that only worthless beings should endure. Anzu shifted her body facing his stoic glare as she kept her hand atop the white cloth placed over Bakura sweat soaked temples.
" Why is it you hate humans so much, you are one. Are you not?" Grimacing he snorted slightly as he slumped against the seat. " They are weak and care for only themselves. Humans cannot survive without help from elite figures, which makes them disgusting insects."
" Is that so?" Shutting her eyes she tilted her head before lifting her lids as she examined her companion absentmindedly. " You possess human emotions, do you not?"
Chuckling bitterly he eyed her tentatively. She smirked inwardly, apathetic towards what he may say or do to her once she is done speaking.
" You do. You fear of having friends. You care and miss your Yami. You loathe and despise humans. I'd say your pretty human yourself." She laughed inwardly as he gasped huskily, his eyes widening sufficiently as he repeated her sentence over and over in his mind. Insanely he laughed through his mind. It was preposterous. He was nothing like those beasts. Nothing. She was simply trying to play her obnoxious mind games to turn him good. He chuckled inwardly. He would play along with her game, after all messing with lowly humans was a hobby of his, and the plan was still in process. Smirking he sat down, transforming his features in a hurtful, solemn gaze.
" No one has ever said that to me." He replied in a hushed whisper, all the while applauding himself for creating a believable tone and facade. Anzu smiled sadly as she walked beside the alluring Egyptian, his torso slouched forward, whilst his long fair, luscious mane stumbled downward, covering his bowed head and tense shoulders. Sitting atop the arm handle she embraced him loosely, resting her head atop his as she murmured soothing phrases.
" Never be ashamed of emotions, Marik. In fact without them you'd be vulnerable. Those feelings buried deep inside you help you through life, they help us down our paths, even in tough decisions that we are unable to make on our own." Meekly she cradled his head against her chest, her svelte fingers combing his tresses, emitting an enticing scent. During the process his lips had parted, his eyes widening, realizing her actions toward him. Why was she not scared of him like all the rest? Running away from his harsh gaze that pierced through any weak mortal soul? Yet she, this girl seemed so calm even at the proximity she shared with him. Shutting his eyes he lifted his hands, clenching his temples in an attempt to palliate the throbbing soaring through his forehead due to the innumerable questions he asked himself, relevant to his rivals best friend.
" I....don't understand." He muttered outwardly, completely oblivious to his current surroundings.
" Why must I be weak for feeling such emotions?" Intensifying his grasp against his temples he clenched his teeth together, the pain becoming unbearable. Heeding his distressed posture Anzu embraced him tightly humming softly in his ear to soothe his panicked state of mind. Inhaling sharply he tilted his head up to her, his deep, amethyst orbs impervious and opaque.
" Your not weak, Marik. Even your yami, one who was even more disgusted of feelings, held them himself. Hate." Slowly he turned his head, studying his hands now lying atop his lap.
" But...." Anzu smiled. Was it possible he was beginning to realize, and except those emotions? She felt her body slam into the ground, eyes squinting as she felt her ribs begin to ache from the impact. Looking up she saw Marik breathing heavily in his upright position.
" No! Its not true. You know of nothing of my yami!" He bellowed before he hovered over her. " Everything you say is a lie! Your like all the rest!" He spat. Clutching her side she stood up cautiously, a solemn gaze plastered across her slightly flushed features.
" Your wrong, Marik. I know your not an evil person deep down. Simply influenced to believe that." She smiled weakly, hoping in some sense the action would calm him to a rational rate. Growling he turned around.
" Shut up! I don't want to hear your worthless mumble. You don't know the kind of person I am."
" I do! I know you don't want to be looked on as a weak human like all of us. Therefore you lock yourself away, even act rude to stay in your solitude of what you think is right!"
" I know you well enough, Marik. Well enough to know these feelings you've recently felt are getting stronger, and soon enough you'll have to except th---
" No!" He snapped, specks of gold illuminating his clouded orbs. " Do not tell me what to do, onna! I will do as I wish."
" So that you can what? Run away like a scared little boy? Because that's all you've been doing since we met, is locked yourself away." Achieving a melancholy grimace she watched him intently, remaining silent as he listened to her.
" Why won't you just talk to me, and accept what has become of you?" " I will not accept being a weak, worthless insect like you!" He shouted, exasperation clearly evident within his narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks.
" That's all you are, is a scared little boy running from his fears, when he can simply overcome them."
Her body skidded against the sofa in which Bakura lay, as Marik's hand roughly came in contact with her cheek. Gasping she stumbled atop the sofa, dodging her unconscious friends slumbered frame, thus causing her slip and bang into the table.
" I never run from my fears, onna!" He bellowed with belligerence as he walked affront her, his hand looping around her wrist as he raised it into the air. Panting softly she held her hand against her cheek, ignoring the stinging sensation seeping through the small crimson welt forming atop her pale cheek.
" I just wanted you to see.....that you are loved Marik..." She mumbled quietly.
He looked down to her and for a split second she swore his eyes pained with guilt, over his actions and harsh terms toward her. Shaking her head, she bypassed this factor.
" Loved? Then by who, Mazaki?"
" I-I love you, Marik. I love all my friends dear to me." Oh god, she couldn't believe she had just uttered those word, those very three words. She didn't exactly love him in an intimate way, possibly as a friend. But love him? Why did she have to say that? She could have said she liked him as a good companion, but instead she risked thought and overcome by fear muttered the first three words that came to her head.
Swallowing sharply she watched as he remained silent, his feature awestricken, lips slightly parted as he absentmindedly released her wrist.
No one had ever in his entire life told him they loved him. Even if the term was to be stated in a friendly manner, those words were never said to him. Maybe he imagined it? But then why would he think of such a repulsive thought involving 'her'? He turned to her quickly, his face omitted of any emotion, studied her intently.
" But why, why do you love me?" He asked, his voice in a gruff, husky whisper. She didn't know how to respond. What was she suppose to say? That since the first day she saw him she was somehow attracted to him, without explanatory reason? And even though he caused all that havoc, and hurt all her friends, including Bakura, she somehow managed to look at him without feeling hate or disgust. Shaking her head she erased the images of the tanned, handsome Egyptian from her psyche. Looking up she parted her lips, preparing to respond his awaited question.
~*~
