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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

By: Princessyoukai

Groggily rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Anzu unsteadily trotted down the stairs, before walking into the kitchen in a slumped manner. She'd just woken up after all, not to mention it was probably four or so in the morning. She'd grown the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to fetch a glass of water, or just waltz around her house for no apparent reason.

When she headed into the kitchen she heard a soft clatter coming from the family room. The bad thing was it was so dark she barely could make out another figure if there was the possibility of one being there.

Snatching the nearest object from off the kitchen counter, she slowly crept toward the family room, now fully awake as the fear coursed through her veins and made her legs wobble the slightest. Breathing heavily she peered into the family room, only to spot a rather tall--or at least taller than her--figure, heading toward the television.

It's a robber! He's going to steal the t.v! I can't let him do that!

Inhaling sharply she ran at the figure, before pouncing on top of him and beating him over the head with what she'd gotten from the kitchen.

" Ow! What the hell!?"

That voice….

Suddenly the lights flickered on, and immediately she whirled around to see Marik casually leaning against the wall by the switch that controlled the light to the family room's lamp.

" Marik! Help me get this robber down!" Anzu pleaded, trying uselessly to pin the man beneath her down. When the blonde haired Egyptian made no move to assist she grew furious. Did he not care that a robber was in her house!? Stealing God knows what!

A smirk crept on Marik's face. " You stand correct on the robber part……" He paused, before continuing as he pointed to the object in her hand.

" But I doubt a banana is going to be a good defense weapon," Before she knew it Marik was laughing uncontrollably.

Banana……what?

Slowly she turned her head, and what do ya' know she was in fact holding a banana in her hand, but it had apparently grown limp and smashed on the inside, seeing as she had hit the robber over the head with it several times.

Gaping, she looked back at Marik who was clutching his stomach and muttering something in-between deep throated laughter about stupid women.

" Anzu!?" The figure beneath her shuffled, causing her to remember their presence. She was after all still in shock that she'd actually used a banana as a weapon.

How embarrassing…

Looking down, the fruit tumbled from her hand as she realized who exactly she'd mistaken for a 'robber'.

" Bakura! I--I'm so sorry! I just thought you were a--"

" I know," He grumbled. She then realized there was some smashed remains of the fruit on the side of his head.

" Oh Bakura………I'm sorry!" She couldn't help the giggle that fled from her mouth. Marik only made matters worse by pointing to Bakura and saying something about him being a stupid fool for wandering around in the dark in the middle of the night.

Well…….he does have a point…

" What's so damn funny!? I find none of this amusing!" Bakura shouted, pissed that Marik was mocking and teasing him.

Clearing her throat Anzu tried her best to glare at Marik. " Marik! He's right! There is nothing funny about this!"

Marik threw his head back with a grin. " Really? So then why were you laughing?"

Make up an excuse………come on!

" I-It's your fault! Your laughter must be contagious or something!" She defended. Marik merely grumbled and glared at her.

" Pathetic excuse, Anzu," He muttered, arms crossed.

" Anzu, would you mind getting off so I can clean this out of my hair?" Bakura asked, tone slightly crude as he was still sore from Marik's laughing at him. As well as hers.

" Oh! Of course! I'm sorry……" She mumbled, climbing off him and extending her hand to assist him up. He didn't take it.

He must be mad…

" Here let me help you clean that out. I did cause it after all…" She headed into the kitchen where Bakura followed her as she snatched an un-used clean cloth from under the sink; wetting it before she began to tenderly clean out the yellow banana goop from his white hair.

She drew in her bottom lip to hold back yet another fit of giggles.

Come on Anzu. Don't be mean! He's really hurt…

Bakura's brown gaze flew down to her slightly shorter frame as she continued to take each strand and wipe it clean of the fruits remains.

Anzu's eyes fluttered to his briefly before immediately looking back to the task at hand.

He was staring at her so intensely and lustfully that she had no choice but to look away from his enchanting eyes that drew her in like a tornado.

Why's he….looking at me that way…?

Her hand froze mid-air when his right arm slid confidently about her slim waist, nimble fingers fiddling with a wrinkle in her nightgown near her hip. His fingers were gentle, teasing one might say at how light they brushed against her skin as though a feather. Blushing she made a motion to pull away, but his hand tightened around her hip, keeping her body close to his.

Too close in fact…

His dark chocolate eyes loomed over her face in study, as though mesmerizing each part of her face as well as appreciating the beauty in her heart-shaped face.

His other hand caught her hand that had frozen near his cheek. Moving the cloth from her hand, allowing it to fall onto the kitchen floor, he gently swiped her small hand into his.

She blushed when he placed her hand on his hip.

" Bakura….what….?"

He silenced her by placing a slender, long finger to her once parting lips that closed from the contact.

" And my reward for all that trouble?"

Trouble? Oh……heh.

" Well?" He persisted.

" Trouble? What trouble could you have endured? In fact I think you rather enjoyed having my woman on top of you,"

Marik entered the kitchen with a scowl, brows knitted down, further accentuating his dislike of the situation, as well as their proximity.

Bakura chuckled lowly, before allowing his soul crushing gaze to flitter from Anzu to Marik.

" And you'd know?"

" I know everything,"

" I still think I deserve something for all that!" Bakura demanded, before turning to Anzu, asking her with his eyes if it was ok.

" Well……I did attack him……" Laughter arose in her throat before she continued. " And hit him over the head with a banana of all things,"

Bakura grinned.

" Oh Ra! Your not actually going to give the damn tomb robber a reward for being hit over the head with a mere fruit!? Of all the things!"

Anzu glared at him before nodding her head. " I'm sure a nice hug and kiss on the cheek will do the trick!" She smiled brightly at Bakura who frowned slightly.

Just a hug and kiss!?

Marik grumbled something.

Sighing Anzu turned to Bakura with a genuine smile, before she embraced him tightly.

" I'm really sorry about hitting you. I just thought you were a robber," She giggled lightly.

" I am," He reminded. " A tomb robber that is," A smirk lifted his lips.

" Now where is my kiss!?" He pointed to his cheek. Giggling she nodded her head and stood on her tip-toes, closing her eyes as her lips brushed against his cheek.

But, Bakura being sly and all, he took advantage of this and quickly moved his head till his lips pressed against hers.

None the less, she was in shock. And Marik……well Marik was threatening Bakura behind his back, saying all the ways he'd kill him for kissing his property.

Property!? Ha! What's he think I am!? A sofa!?

She'd realized she hadn't pulled away from the kiss, and she couldn't help but find the softness of his lips against hers………well……..soothing.

Bakura of course, was enjoying the tender kiss. Second by second, savoring the taste of her lips that oddly reminded him of chocolate.

His lips were thick, all the more alluring, and he wasn't a bad kisser. Not bad at all. But she shouldn't be thinking that stuff! After all she had Marik and they were……….well we're they boyfriend and girlfriend? Could she really address herself as Marik's girlfriend? It sounded so weird. Then again thinking of being Bakura's girlfriend was also an odd thought.

I mean, wouldn't you find it hard to imagine yourself as a psychotic murderers girlfriend?

She broke out of her reverie when Marik roughly pulled her backward, away from the teasing kiss she'd just received from Bakura.

He was scolding and shouting at her for not pulling away, but she was too busy sorting out her emotions. When she kissed Bakura it was like he truly loved her. Not that she doubted his words, but it was like his kiss opened her heart to him, and now she couldn't help but be attracted to the tomb robber in some way.

She had to get out! She was definitely staying in-doors too much that now it had gone to her head!

" I thought I told you to lay off my woman!?" Marik roared. He did not look like a happy camper.

Anzu couldn't help it. She was so confused that she just started blurting out stuff she probably shouldn't have.

" I can't believe it……" She murmured, unaware that not only was she speaking her thoughts aloud, but that both Marik and Bakura were well aware of what she was saying. Her trembling hands lifted to encase her head between them.

" This can't be happening. I-I can't love them both……….can I?"

" What did you say…….?" Marik voice was threatening as he looked to her. Bakura on the other hand looked astounded and rather pleased.

" What?" She was confused.

" Repeat…….what you just said," Marik demanded, teeth gritted.

" Repeat what!? I didn't say any----" She halted mid-sentence when she realized she must've said it aloud.

Oh god! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

" What are you waiting for!? Repeat it!" Marik bellowed. Anzu winced. It was like he was a completely different person. He sounded and looked so…………mad.

" I don't know, okay! I'm just as confused as you are with my own feelings! I don't know what I feel anymore!"

She couldn't cry in front of them. She'd already done it too many times before, she couldn't do it again. What would Marik think of her? What would Bakura think of her if she cried like some baby?

" Tell me what you said was a lie!" Marik demanded.

Anzu looked at him, eyes wide. She never heard his voice sound so……..crazed.

" I can't……" She whispered, hoping he didn't hear but also wishing he did.

" You can't seriously have feelings for him!" Marik shouted.

" I honestly don't know anymore…"

" Don't give me that bull-shit! I'm tired of you not knowing who the hell you love! I'm sick of this!" With that Marik stormed out of the kitchen, angrily stomping up the stairs. Ra! He felt like murdering someone!

She went after him, that was until Bakura held her back. " Is what you said true?"

" I don't know, Bakura!" He pulled her into a warm embrace.

" Don't let him get to you. He's just upset,"

" But I hate seeing him mad……..it hurts…….it really does……"

" I need to talk to him……..make him understand……" She mumbled.

" So then what you said was true…..?"

Hope was beginning to fill him but he wasn't in any mood to get his hopes up and have them destroyed.

" I'm beginning to think so………but please don't tell Marik…….I have to make him understand first.."

" What if he doesn't?" He ran his hand down her hair, before nuzzling his face against her neck with a deep sigh.

" I love him…….and I hate seeing him hurt….."

" Don't you care what I feel?"

" I do! It's just………that's the hard part………figuring out what I'm going to do…."

" I need to talk to him? Ok…..?"

He reluctantly let her go. For once he was hoping that Marik would understand Anzu, by all means he wanted nothing more than to have Anzu as his own. And sharing her with Marik wasn't a pleasing thought, but he was beginning to become desperate and look beyond that. He was beginning to not care that he would have to share her with Marik of all people.

As long as she's mine…….I don't give a damn that she also belongs to Marik. As long as some part of her belongs to me.

" Marik! I'm serious! Open this door this instant!"

" What the hell for!?"

" I want to talk to you! I have to explain!"

" I don't need your stupid explaining!"

" Let. Me. In!" She bellowed, banging on the door with all her might. She was growing impatient enough to actually think of breaking down the door.

" Go screw the tomb robber for all I care! I could give a damn for what you have to say!"

Tears of frustration as well as the fear of losing him began to flood in her eyes.

" Please, Marik. I need to talk to you….."

She fell on her knees, wiping her eyes as the tears uncontrollably fell down her flushed cheeks.

The door opened and she found herself looking up into the face of an enraged Marik.

" Get up. Your pathetic," His anger was getting the best of him, and he was beginning to lose sight of who he was speaking to as he spoke in a crude tone.

" You look weak when you cry," he grunted. She shook her head.

" I don't care." She embraced him, sighing in relief with a shut of her eyes when he didn't shove her away.

" You hate me don't you?"

" I wish I did, so I could just get up and leave you and that tomb robber alone….."

She gaped at him, preparing to tell him otherwise before he silenced her by continuing.

" But I can't. As much as I hate myself for it, I can't hate you," he looked away, obviously embarrassed by his show of feelings for her.

She buried her head against his chest. " I don't know what to do Marik. I love you, I do, and you know it……..but Bakura…..I just don't know….."

" So you love him to then? So what you said was true……" He looked to the side, away from her eyes as he glared at a wall.

" I'm beginning to think I loved you both at the same time……but it took me longer to realize it with Bakura….."

" Choose," He grunted.

" What!?"

" I said choose! Me or him! You decide,"

" But I can't!"

" Why not!?"

" I love you both! Don't you see!? That's why I'm in this mess in the first place!"

He sighed, annoyance filling him when she began to cry. How could she not make up her mind?

" Stop crying already….." he ordered, looking to the side once again.

" How can I decide? How can you even ask me that?"

" If you can't decide, then frankly Anzu I don't have time for you,"

" W-What?" She gaped at his stone cold expression.

" You heard me. Make up your mind or else I'm out,"

" I won't hurt you…….and I won't hurt Bakura either…." She whispered.

" Well then!?" He persisted.

She shrugged out of his embrace. " I know that you both will never come to terms enough to let me love the other. So I might as well---"

He interrupted her. " What the hell are you saying!?

" I'm saying that……..I choose neither…"

" I thought you loved me!?"

" I do. This way I won't hurt you both. By not choosing the other."

" That's nonsense!"

" But you won't get hurt this way, will you?" She turned away for him.

" Wait! Damn it!" He grabbed her back into his arms.

" Don't think for one god damned second I'm planning on losing you," He spoke so fast she had to strain to get all the words in.

" But you……..and Bakura……"

He sighed drearily. " As long as your mine I could frankly care less."

" You mean it!? She almost leapt at the idea.

" But don't think for one damn second that I'll become buddies with that bastard for your sake. I never want to see his grimy hands on you. Not when I'm around. Got it?"

She nodded her head, blushing when he pulled her roughly against him.

She couldn't believe it. Marik had actually considered and agreed to letting her be in a relationship with him and Bakura!

This had to have been a dream! So, she pinched her cheek.

It hurt.

I can't believe it! I'm really not dreaming!

Marik looked at her with an arched brow. " Don't tell me you've become a masochist now? Have you really been hanging around me that much?" She squeaked when he cupped her rear with his right hand.

She couldn't help but giggle the slightest at his words. " I guess so. But frankly I could care less……."

They both drew in for a passionate kiss.

That was until Bakura walked upstairs and wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Of course Anzu filled him in on everything.

And Marik well lets just say Marik made it crystal clear that he didn't want Bakura to touch his women when he was around.

And Bakura, well he also made it clear that he didn't want to see Marik fondling his woman in front of him.

A/N: Is this the end!? Honestly folks I have no idea. Its kind of a blunt ending that kind of leaves ya' hanging there, so I'm thinking a lime between Marik-Anzu-Bakura will do just fine for the last chapter. Of course I'll have to bump up the rating a notch, Heh.

Oh and someone asked which Marik this was? Well with how violent he gets as times he's definitely not the hikari. He's the YAMI! More sexy. XP

And sorry if I made it confusing. I'm not the hugest fan of Yu-Gi-Oh, and didn't pay much attention to details, which is why its probably confusing. SORRY! Forgive me! I just wanted to pair up Anzu with the hottest evilest guys around. Lol.

THANK YOU MY FANS!! Tell me what I should do!

Lime? Rated R of course . Or should I sum it all up before doing a lime? TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!