WHY DOES LOVE HURT
Anzu fumbled with the keys in her hands, wailing in dismay when she realized she didn't have her house key in possession.
Of all the keys!
" Somethin' wrong?" Otogi murmured, leering over her shoulder to and watch her frantically ransack her purse with a sardonic expression.
" No-nothing at all," She lied, regarding him with a reassuring smile. Oh God! Did I drop it!? I hope Bakura and Marik hear me!
Nervously extending her arm, she pressed on the doorbell, praying Otogi was unaware of the peculiar actions.
Marik and Bakura parted, the spirit wiping at the blood staining his nose with the sleeve of his white shirt Ryou was fond of wearing.
Marik matted down his wrinkled shirt and black slacks, patting and adjusting his composure before warily approaching the door as it continued to ring.
" Coming, coming!" He roared in annoyance, followed by the tomb robber eyeing him with slanted eyes, tugging down his shirt that had risen in their brawl.
" Bakura! Marik! What happened to you!?"
" Anzu!?" They shouted in unison, gaping at the brunette as she pushed her way through once Marik had shuffled aside and allow her to do so.
Otogi trotted up and partially inside, before feeling himself being roughly shoved back and onto the porch.
" What the!" He cursed, glaring at Marik who guarded his arm possessively around Anzu's shoulder, draping it casually as he eyed the black-haired dueler.
" What's he dong here?" Marik hissed, looking Otogi up and down with apprehension.
Bakura sauntered behind Anzu, tugging at her shoulder to gain her attention. " Your date is over?"
Ignoring the accusing tone in his voice, she meekly traced the bruise on his cheek, watching him release a sharp breath and step back from her gentle touch.
" What were you two doing when I was gone!?" She demanded, moving her eyes from the spirit, to Marik, awkwardly turning his head to the side and away from her skeptical eyes.
" We fought. It was nothing," He muttered.
Bakura chuckled. " He's right. Nothing but a brawl. Isn't that right?" A crude expression overtook the white-haired tomb robber's solemn expression, bringing his lips in a taut line as he regarded Marik with a cryptic threaten of malice.
Marik sneered silently. " Not even. If you consider what he did fighting," He spat, vulgarly cursing afterward in Egyptian.
Anzu gaped.
" You two are unbelievable!"
Bakura sharply hissed a word in Egyptian to Marik, his voice hoarse with rage and annoyance.
Marik shut his eyes, lip jutting at the crease in a snide smirk. " You're the pathetic one,"
" Enough!" Anzu interfered, stepping between the two men as they began to advance on one another with malicious, brutal strides.
A loud bang was heard, abruptly distracting the three as they regarded Otogi, flattened to the door now shut tight behind him.
Clearing his throat, he avoided their stares, staring at the ceiling.
Marik whisked his eyes from Otogi to Anzu. " Why's he with you?" He demanded, scrutinizing her with suspicious sweeps of his violet eyes over her face.
" Don't you remember?"
When he made no motion to shake or nod his head, she sighed, agitated by his stubborn inquires.
" Well if you'd listened, I told you yesterday I was going to help him find a girlfriend,"
" Girlfriend? Marik breathed the foreign word, brows knitting before he snorted. " You mean a woman as you are to--"
" Us," Bakura finished, clearly reminding her and hinting their possession of the brunette girl to Otogi who uncomfortably shifted beneath Bakura's hard stare.
Anzu nodded, feeling her face become hot and flushed. " Um, right,"
At this , Bakura wounded his arm tight around her waist, tugging her firmly against his side as she willingly swept in his arms.
Beneath his bangs, Marik stared down the thief with vicious eyes, narrowed in enragement.
How dare he--!
Otogi waltzed casually between them, breaking Marik's view of Bakura and Anzu. " Nice house Anzu," He commented, whistling as he studied the neat furniture adoring the dining and family rooms.
" Thanks," She smiled, before lightly retreating from Bakura possessive hold. Marik abruptly took the initiative to grab her and pull her firmly against him, binding her body to his.
" You'd better not be--" The accusation in his eyes openly implied his suspicions of her possible scandalizing their relationship by involving Otogi in intimately.
She angrily pulled back. " How could you say that!?"
" You're always hanging around him like some flirtatious twit," Marik muttered, shifting his annoyed stare to Otogi sprawled on the couch in the family room, oblivious to their conversation.
Flirtatious twit!?
Bakura roughly snatched her out of Marik tight embrace. " She wouldn't. Right?" He smothered her cheek with his hand, before moving in to brush their lips, undaunted by Marik or Otogi's presence.
Marik grit his teeth. " Get away from her!"
Bakura parted their barely adjoined lips, looking over Anzu to Marik who stiffly approached and moved in behind her.
" She's mine. Don't forget it," The spirit spat.
" She was mine first," Marik hissed back.
" Please. Settle down you--"
They cut her off as they began to shout at one another with her stuck in the middle. Literally.
Otogi sat up in the couch, watching the two men converse in a heated argument while Anzu struggled to have her say in the situation.
" Let her go!"
" No!"
" Release her!" Bakura roared.
Marik kept his ground. " Not until you do!"
" And trust her in your hands?" Bakura laughed out in incredulousness. Marik narrowed his eyes.
" The feeling is quite mutual,"
" Oh--"
" STOP!" Anzu shouted dismally, catching her breath as she moved her hand over her forehead to ease her headache aroused by their shouts. Not to mention the fact they were practically using her as a substitute for the rope in tug-of-war.
She exchanged looks with them. " You two never learn do you!?"
She threw her arm out toward Otogi. " And in front of my friends!?"
The two men prepared to explain, but she was far too disappointed by Marik's harsh accusations, and both of them acting so childish.
Shoving her way through them and breaking their hold on her arms, she regarded Otogi with an apologetic smile.
" Otogi, I hate asking, but--"
He rose off the couch, towering several inches above her with an understanding grin. " It's alright. I have to head on home anyway."
She murmured an apology as she accompanied him to the front door. " Don't worry about it," He assured, before leaning down.
Marik and Bakura distinctly stepped forward at the boy's forward action, not at all trusting of his behavior.
He whispered something to her, before leaving with a wave and smug grin.
Anzu waved back, before shutting the door after watching him flee down the path and onto the sidewalk in rushed steps.
He didn't take the umbrella…. She noted, sighing. Guys and their reputations. Too manly to use an umbrella.
She leaned back on the door, before looking up at the two men with a glare. " You two can be such--" She didn't bother saying it, as she stormed pass them and upstairs, intending to head to her room for the remainder of the day and avoid them till they regained their maturity.
If that's possible at this point. She grimly thought. Reaching the top step and ignoring the pair of footsteps rapidly stalking in tow, she stepped into her room.
Bakura jut his foot in the way, not allowing her to shut the door completely as he eyed her from the hallway.
" Anzu, let me in," He whispered huskily. Marik walked up beside him. " She won't listen. Seems we'll have to use force,"
Anzu angrily moved away from the door, wary of their intentions to get in. Marik would most likely mind-control her to do it. And God knows what Bakura would do.
Marik smugly grinned, before pushing Bakura and himself inside, slamming the door behind him.
" Can't you two leave me alone for two minutes?" She asked. " You've done enough as it is," She added.
" Perhaps I could make it up to you?" Bakura approached, moving his arm around her waist while the other lifted to brush stray bangs from concealing those blue orbs he loved the moment he'd seen her through Ryou's eyes.
She flushed. " I'm tired. I need to go to bed,"
" You don't have school tomorrow," Marik reminded, walking around and settling on her bed.
Anzu moved away from Bakura. " You two…..went too far this time,"
" We won't do it again," The spirit promised, eyeing Marik as if to threaten him into agreement.
" That's what you said last time!" She cried. " And now look at you both!"
Bakura lowered his eyes a moment. " People get in fights everyday. It's only common,"
" I won't stand and watch you two beat each other up!" She cried in dismay.
Marik rose off her bed, moving behind her and pulling her lightly against him to have her lean against his chest.
" We won't do it again. Like Bakura said," he whispered, wounding his arms around her waist.
For once, Bakura controlled himself from snatching her out of Marik's arms, and nodded in agreement.
She bowed her head with a shake. " Maybe…….maybe we should just be friends for now,"
" What!?" Marik abruptly retreated from her, whirling her around to face him.
" Then you two wouldn't fight," She explained, lowering her eyes.
" Bakura!" Marik beckoned. " Tell her something!" He commanded.
" What do you expect me to tell her?" Bakura spat, sweeping his eyes to the floor in bitter denial. " She's right,"
" What!? Are you crazy!?" Marik shouted, bewildered.
" You two wouldn't be beating one another up if…….if we'd never--"
" Don't say it!" Marik instructed in a wild shout.
" It's true!" Anzu shouted back. " I hate seeing you two treat each other so--" She paused.
"….like you can't stand one another," She trailed off.
" Well you're right there," Marik muttered.
She sighed. " See? That's what I mean,"
Bakura coaxed her over to him, embracing her tightly. " Do you honestly want this?"
She shook her head. " Of course not. But if it means you two respecting each other,"
" Quit talking like that!" Marik shouted, eyes wild with frustration and desperation.
" It's true!" She defended. " Ever since we've been together, you two have hated and competed against the other,"
" I don't think I can stand it anymore," She breathed dismally.
Bakura matted down her hair. " You know me. I'd never harm you,"
She nodded. " I know. And I know Marik wouldn't either."
Marik grimly crossed his arms over his chest. " This would have been far easier if you hadn't brought him along,"
He regarded Bakura with a cold stare.
" Forget it," Anzu reluctantly moved out of the tomb robber's arms. " I'm going to bed. Good night,"
She opened her door and stepped aside, signaling their leave.
" I won't leave," Marik confirmed, voice stern.
Bakura glared. " Not now you idiot. There's nothing we can do till she calms down,"
" So then you'll risk losing our woman?" Marik muttered, incredulous.
" Of course not," Bakura looked to Anzu. " I never plan to let her go."
" Nor do I. It seems we either respect one another……..or lose what is most precious to us," Marik muttered, voice dry.
Anzu warily watched them converse in secrecy. " I'm waiting," She announced, impatient as the two men continued their small, whispered chat.
Both men approached and advanced on her, surrounding and pinning her against the door.
" I don't plan on losing what is rightfully mine," Marik stated, voice firm.
She huffed. " I'm not some object,"
" I know. You're our woman. And ours alone," Marik added, tone soft and husky.
" You understand why we fight don't you?" Bakura asked.
She shook her head.
He vaguely smirked. " We can't help but want someone as perfect and beautiful as you to ourselves,"
" Understand?" Marik stared her down intently, as did Bakura.
She nodded meekly, feeling her face warm up and flush in embarrassment as they both towered above her with her head leveled near their broad shoulders.
Bakura caressed her cheek, lowering his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. She flushed and watched him move his other hand to rest on her hip, tugging her upward, arching her torso against him as their hips brushed.
Marik gripped her right arm, pulling her away from the door as he moved behind her, keeping a hold of her with his right hand while maneuvering himself.
Anzu flushed in delight as Marik began to gently smother the sides of her hips with his callous hands, gradually moving his right hand to fondle her breast, causing a sharp breath from her mouth, now connected with Bakura's lips.
Murmuring a husky word in Egyptian, Marik lowered his mouth, feebly trailing his warm lips along her neck.
Bakura moved his left hand on her hip, free from Marik's that continued to massage her breast. Moving closer with his lips overpowering hers, he tangled his right hand in her short hair, jerking her head up to allow his mouth to fully brand hers, now swelled and pink.
Anzu flushed brightly, feeling both men pressing against her with their hips grinding into her. I never knew they could be so….
She meekly opened her eyes, drunken in passion and dark with desire. So compassionate….
Parting their adjoined lips, Bakura drew in a low breath, watching her catch her breath with shaky pants of air.
He chuckled inwardly. So inexperienced. ..
She was far too dazed to realize the smirk tugging at Bakura's lips as Marik released her breast, tucking the hand beneath her chin to pull her face toward his own to capture her lips in a heated kiss.
Their kisses were completely different. Bakura's were confident and bold, moving against hers with experience. Marik was slightly rougher, nipping at her lower lip between the fiery kiss every so often.
Marik steadied her body by holding her hips against his own, while Bakura positioned himself affront her as a shield in case she lose balance and fall forward.
Bakura studied Anzu's neck where Mark had been attending to moments before, narrowing his eyes when he noticed the small bite mark.
So he thinks he can mark her as his own does he?
He chuckled wryly to himself. So he thinks.
Moving his hand behind Anzu's head, he gripped the base of her neck, pushing her forward and toward him as he bent his lips, now planted on the soft skin over her jugular.
Anzu gasped against Marik's parted lips when she felt the spirit lick and nip at her neck, before lightly digging his teeth in the skin till a fatigued mark was evident.
Slack against Marik, she slowly began to close her eyes once again from their half-lidded state as Bakura tended to the wound with soft licks of his tongue.
She'd never been in a situation like this with a boy. Much less two gorgeous ones!
Marik murmured incoherently against her lips, before sensually smothering their mouths together. She unconsciously moved her left arm back, adjusting it around Marik's tilted neck, while her other slackened on Bakura's shoulder.
With a final swipe of his tongue over the mark, Bakura retreated from her neck, grinning mildly in satisfaction as the indentations along her neck remained noticeable.
Now she's mine as well. The spirit gloated, shifting his eyes up beneath his bangs to regard the tanned Egyptian with malicious stares.
Lips lingering, Marik and Anzu reluctantly broke the kiss. She shuddered when she felt Marik's hand gently sway across her flat stomach through the fabric of her shirt.
Bakura glided his hands down her sides, grinning when his hands caved in at her waist, only to expand outwardly when he connected with her curvaceous hips.
Lowering his head he kissed her lightly, an odd contrast to his solemn and ruthless personality in consideration to Yuugi and her friends.
She barely heeded Marik's control, as he remained calmly poise behind her, apathetic to the spirits openly exposure of affection to her in front of him.
Instead of thrashing or bellowing at Bakura for touching her, Marik languidly attended to her neck, limp against his broad shoulder.
It was comforting as their malice toward one another remained concealed for the moment, and she truthfully understood they were doing it for her sake.
They really do………love me.
She was grateful, grateful to the generous being that sent her such perfect men for her, and her alone. Not only that, but she daily found herself thanking any possible mythical force that could have brought her, Marik, and Bakura together.
Whether it was a credulous tale of wishing stars or wishing wells , she was happy to have been chosen by these two men--even if murderous at once---to love her.
Not Shizuka. Not Mai. Or the girl across the street. But her. Anzu Mazaki, the girl who always pictured herself marrying a kind-hearted man like Yuugi. Or even Yami, who was discouraged by the odds and protected his loved ones even if it sacrificed his own well-being.
But I ended up with these two. And I'm not the least bit regretting it.
She wistfully kissed Bakura back with love and devotion, glad this once crazed thief in Egypt millenniums ago, had fallen for her.And Marik, once a mad mind-controller, intent on gaining all Millennium items and Egyptian God cards to control the entire world, had also miraculously loved her.
Marik and Bakura exchanged few words in Egyptian, and she was strangely positive it had to do with her.
Marik kissed the area just below her ear, whispering huskily to her in the sensual language that seemed to accentuate the erotic tones to their deep voices.
Bakura buried his head in her hair, inhaling the aroma overwhelmingly reeking off the brown tresses as he huskily murmured in the same language him and Marik were fluent in.
Marik began to ease his hands up her shirt, echoing the foreign words to her in her ear, and she felt as if he was reassuring her in his bold language.
Bakura moved away from her hair, brushing his lips along her own and repeating Marik's words against her mouth
What are they saying?
It was as if their voices had placed her in a stupor, as everything stressing and on her mind vanished, overtaken by their touches and deep voices that continued to lull her into delirium.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard the doorbell ring frantically throughout her house.
Both men cursed, reluctantly releasing her from her trapped position between their bodies.
She flushed, eyeing them warily as she matted down her shirt that had miraculously risen. Or had it been a certain tanned Egyptian, she was sure to get back on the matter later.
Trotting down the steps, she adjusted her hair, tousled and disheveled. She couldn't help but laugh at the spirits odd fascination with her hair, always smothering or tangling his hands in it.
And Marik always grouping at her--
Ding Dong!
" Coming!" She announced, almost tripping on the last step in her haste to make it to the door. Opening the door, she stared into a sleek black limousine, parked along the sidewalk parallel to her house's entrance.
That could only mean….
" Hey Anzu!" A voice chirped.
She sucked in a breath, looking down at the familiar face of Mokuba, waving slyly up at her from his shorter stance. He was only twelve after all.
" Mokuba……hey," She hesitantly responded, eyeing the backpack slung over his back with more than enough items it could carry.
She inwardly slapped her forehead. How could I have forgotten!?
He grinned jubilantly. " Big brother says Hi,"
She warily returned her eyes to the elongated vehicle, cleaned to perfection. One of the windows automatically rolled door at the back end, revealing the face of none other than Kaiba: the richest, teenage CEO in Domino City.
" I hope you don't mind, Mazaki," He muttered, regarding her with languid sweep of his eyes up to her face.
She shook her head. " Not at all…." In fact I kind of forgot I had to baby-sit him this weekend….
" Come on in Mokuba," She moved aside, allowing the boy to flee inside and disappear into the house, possibly headed for the kitchen.
" Take good care of him, Mazaki," Kaiba murmured, watching his younger brother, and only family member, vanish into the two story home.
She nodded. " You can count on me, Seto,"
" Mister Kaiba," He corrected.
She grimaced. " What?"
He eyed her with evident mockery. " Shouldn't you address your savior more formally than by his first name?"
She flushed in embarrassment. " Well excuse me, Mister Kaiba," She drawled, smiling in return to the vague smirk her sent her from the back of the limousine.
" I'm counting on you," He reminded, voice returning to its stern and husky quality.
She nodded. " I'll watch over him like he's my very own brother,"
Kaiba nodded in appreciation, though he never said it outwardly, the mere motion was enough for her. This was Seto Kaiba after all.You weren't suppose to expect a lot from him
" I'll be here on Monday to pick him up. Same time," The tinted window retreated up with a light, mechanical buzz, before she visibly saw Kaiba signal the driver to drive off as the engine roared and the limousine sped off down the street
Oh boy…….I wonder what Marik and Bakura will say about this….
She shut the door, leaning back against it with a sigh. Oh well, Mokuba's pretty responsible. He wont be too much of a hassle.
" Anzu…I think something's wrong with the jell-o," Mokuba called from within the kitchen, hidden behind the opened refrigerator as he poked at the green substance.
" Mokuba, don't touch that!" Anzu frantically grabbed the jar from his hand.
She quickly disposed of the can in the trashcan.
" That wasn't jell-o," Anzu stated. More like month old meat mom and dad forgot to throw away!
" What was it?" Mokuba grew wide-eyed, but she ignored his question and ushered him to the sink.
" Why don't you……..wash your hands in case?"
He gulped, but nodded, quickly clomping on exceeded amounts of soap on his hands, and scrubbing thoroughly.
While he did that, she made sure to check everything else in the fridge, and make sure everything was edible
Oh boy…..at least he didn't eat it. Kaiba would've had me imprisoned for sure!
Mokuba dried his hands on a wash cloth. " All done!" He cheered.
Anzu stood and closed the refrigerator. " What are you in the mood to eat?"
" Spaghetti. I love spaghetti!"
She laughed inwardly. Of course he'd ask for something non-simple! This is not going to be as easy as I thought…
" Spaghetti it is!" She pointed to the family room. " Now while I cook why don't you go watch some cartoons or movies?"
" Do you have any video games?"
She shook her head. " I leant it to Jou,"
Mokuba grimaced. " Ah, oh well. I'm sure I can find something to watch," He quickly raced into the family room, plopping on the sofa before he began to shuffle through all the videos laid out in neat piles on the floor by the television.
Anzu eyed the food. I don't think I even have all the necessary items to make spaghetti. A trip to the market would help, but there is no way I'm leaving Mokuba with Marik and Bakura.
She eyed the boy as he plopped one of the videos in the VCR. It wouldn't hurt to take him with me. Of course I don't think he'd be up to going.
" Say Mokuba…." She called.
He barely heeded her as his eyes remained on the screen. " Huh?"
" You want to go with me to the supermarket?"
He tore his eyes from the commercials aired before the movie. " Sure. I'll go with you Anzu," He leapt off the couch, before ejecting the tape from the VCR.
She mildly smiled. " Great. Let me go get my purse," Why did I leave that darn thin upstairs with them!?
She gave a dreadful sigh before trotting up the steps to her room.
Marik was sprawled on her bed on his stomach, assuming a bored expression as his eyes remained on the window.
Bakura was, as usual, leaning on one of the walls in her room, arms crossed, right leg casually thrown over the left at the ankle.
" Who was it?" Marik spoke up, eyeing Anzu as she entered the room.
She hesitated visibly, and immediately Marik's features grew stern. " Well?"
" Mokuba,"
" That brat? What's he doing here?" Marik demanded, alarmed.
Bakura opened his eyes. " You mean Seto Kaiba's younger brother?"
She nodded. " I have to baby-sit him this weekend,"
Marik gave an incredulous look, before a smirk tugged at his lips. " She's good,"
" I'm not joking," She murmured.
Marik's eyes grew wild. " You expect us to let that damn brat stay!?"
" Don't talk about him like that!" She reprimanded. " Mokuba is a good kid,"
" What are you, protecting your little boyfriend?" Marik muttered.
She huffed. " Stop being like that Marik. Mokuba's never done anything to you,"
Marik chortled. " He's Kaiba's younger brother. Enough said,"
She frowned. " What do you have against Kaiba?"
He glared at her. " Don't tell me your friends with him?!"
" He's not so bad," At his expression, she went on in hopes of gaining his agreement. " He even saved me that time! Remember?"
" Big deal,"
Bakura chuckled. " Just ignore him, Anzu. I don't mind if the kid stays,"
" Really?" She joyously hugged Bakura, who smirked at Marik. " Thanks, Bakura,"
He wrapped his arms around her, keeping his eyes on Marik who gradually grew infuriated.
" Anything for you Anzu," He murmured slyly, eyeing Marik all the while as if to say ' She's hugging me and not you,'
Marik grabbed Anzu's arm, pulling her away from Bakura. " Fine. But only because you asked,"
Anzu clapped her hands. " Great,"
He grimaced. " What, no hug for me either? It took a lot to agreeing to letting that brat stay,"
She nodded, hugging him. " Thanks, Marik,"
Now it was his turn to smirk in triumph at Bakura who gave a sideway roll of his eyes. What a fool. He thinks he can compete with me?
Bakura gave an incredulous laugh.
Anzu studied him cautiously. " You okay, Bakura?"
" Just great," he murmured, smirking at Marik whose brows drew down in suspicion. What's that pathetic tomb robber up to now?
Anzu broke both their train of thoughts. " Well, I'm heading to the Supermarket with Mokuba,"
" You're sure you don't want me to come?" Bakura offered, watching her begin to retreat from the room.
Marik chuckled. " I'd rather you didn't," He hissed, clearing getting his point across that if Bakura went he would go too.
Anzu batted her hand. " I'll be fine….."
She looked at them sternly. " Please don't fight,"
" Don't worry," Bakura assured, kissing her softly. " I'm not that crazy to risk losing you," He brushed his lips against hers for a brief moment, before moving back.
She smiled. " Thanks Bakura,"
Enraged, Marik followed suit, walking up to her and firmly bringing her in his arms, staring her down.
" Neither will I," He captured her mouth, tugging at her lower lip with light nips of his teeth just before he broke the kiss.
She flushed, overwhelmed by the tingle both their kisses had left to linger on hers. " I'll be back soon," Snatching her purse from her bed, she fled, walking downstairs in hurried steps while beckoning Mokuba.
" All right! About time, Anzu!" Mokuba playfully joked, running up beside her before both left the house with a slam of the door.
A/N: This chapter was SO long! I changed the rating, as you guys noticed, to R. First off this chapter did have some little scenes in it I think are too mature for kids under 15. Yeah I know. I'm weird. So beware! And I'm not sure if I'll have the lemon in the next chapter. But when I do I'll be sure to put it on another site. Can someone give me that site again?
