Authoress Notes: I'm feeling better lately. All I have is a couch and a slight stuffy nose, that's all. But I'm warning to any Anzu-flmaers who are even considering to flame this fic: I have PMS right now and you don't want to piss me off. Especially since my .hack//SIGN DVDs were supposed to come today! I have to wait until tomorrow! Gr...::looks to find some Advil::
Oh, by the way, here are the couples so far: Malik/Anzu ; Sy/Himeyuri ; Shadi/Isis
I do not own Yugioh or Duel Monsters. Blah. All rights reserved.
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Dreams of Innocence
Chapter XX: Frustration Can Be Contagious
Malik looked coldly down at Mr. Mazaki. He was on the ground, twitching and bleeding. His face was twisted in pain and horror.
"This should be warning enough," spoke Malik, his tone low and fierce. "To never take advantage of your family. Have you any idea how precious a family is? Or how damn lucky you are to have them all alive?" He waited patiently for the man to answer.
Weakly, Mazaki opened his eyes and looked up at Malik. His eyes were cold and dark, deprived of any human emotion. Then, he spoke, his voice horse and raw.
"Anzu i-is no da-daughter of mine." From behind, Malik heard the mother gasp, choking back a sob. Anger rose in Malik, and this time, he did what he did next without hesitation. Grabbing the Millennium Rod, he revealed the dagger. Grabbing Mr. Mazaki by the hair, he lifted the man's face up and slashed his cheek. Then, pressing the dagger tip at the man's throat, he growled dangerously.
"You piece of shit," he snarled, his violet eyes wide in fury.
Within the rod, Mariku was somewhat startled by his behaviour.
"How dare you disown your own daughter!" continued Malik. "What has she done to you to make her deserve this! And choose your words carefully!"
"Isn't that an old American movie?" asked Anzu, as she watched Ryou put the DVD in.
"Yep! It's a classic comedy. You either hate the movie with a passion or you lvoe it with a passion."
"Hm...and, just out of curiosity, why did you put the Millennium Ring on?" she added, pointing to it. Bakura looked down at it held back a laugh. Within his mind, he heard Bakura growl.
//Say a damn word and I will cut your throat.//
{Don't worry yami. You're secret is safe with me!}
//It had better damn well be! No one is to know that I like this...this...movie.// Ryou had to stop himself from laughing as he recieved a curious look from Anzu.
"Did I miss something?" she inquired.
But Ryou waved it away. "I-it's nothing."
When Mr. Mazaki didn't answer, Malik growled angrily and dropped him. Standing back up and sheathing the blade, he turned to see Mrs. Mazaki staring at him, usnure of what to say. But he could see the fear in her eyes and sighed heavily.
"Please, don't be scared," he spoke soothingly. Putting the rod away, he showed her his empty hands. "See? No weapon." Seeing this, the woman seemed to calm down. "Now, listen, I want you to pack. Just what you need. I'm going to call Ryou and see how Anzu is doing. Then, I'll take you to where Anzu is."
"Thank you." Mrs. Mazaki looked at him, something enw shining in ehr eyes. Malik new what it was: peace and relief. "Thank you. B-but, my husband, will h-"
"He will be fine, sadly enough. Right now, he's unconscious," and to make his point, he pointed to the man. And he was certainly unconscious. "Most likely form the blood loss. But listen, go pack. Don't worry about anything else." Nodding, Mrs. Mazaki hurried to her room. Then, over her shoulder, she said, "There's a phone in Anzu's room!"
"A little late, aren't we Himeyuri." Sy, not looking up form his magazine, smirked as heard the footsteps. It pleased him even mroe to hear the woman sigh.
"I was little busy Sy," she answered, her voice sharp and sensual. "That foolish woman was looking voer the ancient documents." Sy snorted. "My thoughts exactly."
"That woman is wasting her time. By the time she figures out what it all means and what part she plays, it'll be too late."
Himeyuri giggled. Walking into the room, she sat down on the couch arm rest and looked over Sy's shoulder down at the magazine. Her sleek, fierce pink eyes roamed the page, chuckling. Her deep, red hair was styled so that it was pulled over from the left side of her head over to the right, covering her right eye only partially. The ends were clumped into four spikes that spread out and moved up a bit. Coming form teh hair part on teh right were to spikes and on the left there was only one. Pushing back the hair over her right eyes, she continued down the page.
"So, Kiaba and Crawford are joining to start a Tournament?"
"The Golden Isle Tournament. It's on an island off the United States coast, twordas the south."
"Interesting name for the tournament." She chuckled. "It sounds like that movie I heard of, 'Golden Eye'."
"Hell, that name fits Crawford. Him with the Millennium Eye of his."
Suddenly, a puzzled look crossed Himeyuri's face. "Have you figured out what god this avatar is?"
Sy shook his head, turning the page. "No, I haven't. Gotta search more. The only ones we know are Thoth, Isis and Hathor. That's it. We need to find Ma'at's avatar. He or she is the one thing that will ruin everything!"
"Damnit. Why can't the gods print out a held section in this magazine of theirs? I mean, serously, they made this daily magazine to help us!"
"Well, you know the bastards. They give us their powers and let us do the fucking dirty work. Not that I mind..."
Himeyuri giggled lightly, letting herself slip onto the couch smoothly. Leaning her head against his shoulder, her arms snaked around his waist and she 'hmmed'. The other didn't make any sign of this and continued to read the page. He then casualy turned to the next one and then the one after that.
"You need to relax Sy," purred Himeyuri in hsi ear, sensing his tension and frustration.
"These filthy creatures have been around for too long," he growled, his voice different this time. It was deeper and darker. "I will finish what my father did not."
"And I will help you," purred Himeyuri, her voice too had changed. It was sweeter but still had the sharpness of a knife. "The Forbidden Seven will be found and then the equation shall be solved. I promsie you this." Placing the magazine down, Sy turned to her, pressing his forehead against her's and looking at her.
"I know. I trust you, Ishtar."
Himeyuri smiled seductively, and before claiming his lips with her own, she said, "And I trust you, Set."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh...that's good to hear. Anzu? She's doing fine. She's busy watching-"
"I need to find the soundtrack to this movie!" Ryou heard Anzu shout in laughter. And then, to his great amusement, she began to sing along to 'Time Warp'.
"What the hell is going on over there?" he heard malik's confused voice.
"She's watching the Rocky movie."
"That movie?!"
"Yep. It's a sure fire way to cheer anyone up."
"That movie was strange and deranged."
"And funny!" added Ryou, sticking out his tongue in a childish and amused way. Bakura, within the ring, simply rolled his eyes and rolled over in hsi bed, trying to sleep.
"Yeha, well, think what you like. Seeing a guy walking around in a domanatrix's outfit scares the hell out of me."
"Imagine getting someone we know into that outfit."
"We could always blackmail!" came Malik's response, interested in this idea. "And then get shots of them in it and have even more blackmail!"
//Get the pharaoh in it and give me the pictures. I'll finally have something on him.// came Bakura muffled repsonse, due to the fact his face was in the pillow. This took three seconds to register in Ryou's mind.
Then...
"You have offically scarred me Bakura."[1]
//Then, I've done my duty for tonight. GOOD NIGHT NOW!//
"What happened?" came Malik's voice. Shaking his head in disgust, Ryou grumbled.
"It was nothing. My yami was being a bastard again."
"And that's surprising?"
"Oh shut up."
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[1] – Okay, I actually have drawing of Yami in that outfit. Why? Well, to sum it all up in a simple math equation...
Ryo-ohki's house + Blue Pepsi + Chinese food + Up Late + Watchign several movies (Rocky, Crow, Interview with the Vampire) + Junkfood + Yugioh + Duel Monsters = Yami in an outfit like Dr. Frank-n-frutor's
I was so insane that night, I almost drew Seto as Rocky! ::imagines:: Now, you Seto fans, if you imagine this, you will have had your daily dose of fan service. Now, I just have to find that Yami drawing...misplaced it somewhere... ~LadySaturn aka Sanji