I am going to be late again for Yami's duel. This was it, his final battle with Marik. This battle will determine the fate of the world, and here I was late...again. I found myself in a room... by myself. I have no idea how or why I was there, I just was there. It was weird, sometimes it feels like I'm being...controlled somehow. Like at times my memories become hazy clouds and most times I wonder if I've been dreaming half of these things that's suppose to be real. With all this shadow magic, portals and whatnot I'm not sure what to believe anymore. Whatever happened to "normal"? What is normal anyway? I sighed out loud. No use getting all worked up about nothing, Tea. What's important is supporting your friends. Got to stay strong for them...so I can stay strong for myself. There I go again, thinking things that could be otherwise depressing. Who would image the sugary-sweet, friendship speech speaking, smile-so-much-it- hurts Tea would have depressing thoughts? Certainly not my friends. Do they ever see the real me, or am I forever hidden away in this made up lies? Damn it! There I go again! This is frustrating. I ran though the halls the white walls and sparse scenery bleeding together in one big white smear. Can't Kaiba think of some other color. Geez, you think someone soooo rich can afford a little color in his life. Then again, I snort, someone as bland as him only knows one color.
All of a sudden I hit something hard and warm. It feels like a ran into a wall, a brick wall that has been left out in spring sun. It felt good...for a second. I felt myself making good contact with the ground. Seems like we were becoming fast buddies. My palms scrape across the Hollywood style red carpet. The world seems to spin and all the rainbow appears in my eyes. It would seem like the perfect time for stars or annoyingly baby chicks to dance around my head. But they don't.
I image the large "brick wall" fell and crumbled to the ground because as soon as a fell I felt something fall to.
"Watch it, next time wrench!" I heard a familiar voice groan at me. It was Bakura, keeper of the ring and a royal pain in Ryou's and my ass.
"Sorry, Bakura." I spat out quickly but forcible nice. I inwardly rolled my eyes. "You should be, I would send you to the shadow realm and watch the shadows tear you limb from limb, but I have a prior engagement." He said brushing off, standing up and going down a different set of halls from where I was suppose to be going. Who cares about that jackass? He really gets under my skin. I don't see how Ryou can put up with him. If it was me I would have strangled him in his soul room ages ago.
I stuck at my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking and did the same. I continued running down the halls. I should have worn shorts instead of a miniskirt, and some shoes instead of these damned high heels. I knew I should have made scenable choisesand wore something appropriate instead of trying to be fashionable. Why again did I try to be fashionable? Oh now I remember if was to try to attract someone's attention. Seems he's to busy dueling and trying to save the world to notice me. He may save the world but he broke mine into dust that floats away in the wind everyday. I know I'm frowning because I can feel my mouth dip downward. Is it just me or are these halls long enough?
I know I'm getting close to the outside because I've reached the stairs, the billions and billions of stairs. I wish I could dance now. It could take me away, away from all this heartache and threaten, far, far away from my feelings, from the future and the past. It could leave me in the present where I could just live without sorrow without pain. That's right folks, dancing is my anti-drug, but in a way it is my drug. It's an addicting anti-depressant that has me hypnotized. I really want to be a dancer have all this is over and I'm older, I really want..no need to be one, but I know I won't my parents won't let me "waste-my-time- and- their money". There I go again with the sighing and depressing thoughts.
I made it outside and stared at the site before me, Yami had a distraught look on his face, his life points being close to 2000 or was it 200? I didn't get a good enough view at the board thingie. Marik, however, had 5000 life points, I was sure of it.
"Where Ya been, Anzu?" Joey asked his face twisted into a frown. "I...don't know. But what's important now is that we're all here, all of Yugi's friends. We're here to cheer him on." I said a friendship smile plastered deep on my face.
Truly, I didn't believe half the stuff I preached. I only said it because I didn't want the others to worry and because I guess I needed the reinsurance. I guess I'm what the shrink would say co-dependant. I really didn't care. My eyes scanned the entire surface, there was everyone and even... Kaiba! And Bakura!.. Aren't they two sworn enemies of Yami! I mean Kaiba I can somehow understand because I actually believe Isis's "destiny" speeches, and how he was some sort of priest. I can image Seto Kaiba as many times but not as a priest. He doesn't strike me as a holy man of ANY sorts. I guess they are like my "friendship" speeches. We both need reinsurance, me for my friends and sanity and her for her brother and the "future of humanity". But Bakura, why was he here? To see if Yami wins or loses? Or was he there for something more? Why were I thinking about these things in the first place?
I stared at both of them, who cares if it is rude to stare. Perhaps maybe I stared at Bakura more than intended. I feel my face heat up. His face turned to mine and our eyes lock for a few seconds (but to me it felt like hours). When our eyes locked on everything went black and the only thing I saw and heard was him. Then he turned away slowly or was it quickly. It seems everything was going in slow motion for me now.
"Pharaoh your time is drawing near, soon I will have victory, and your powers will be mine. For I summoned the mighty beast, THE WINDED DRAGON OF RA!" Marik said laughing evilly. His spine chilling laughter brought me back to reality, where ever that was. I have heard his laugh before, in my dreams. It was strange one because Yami and Joey were dueling each other. Never in my life have I ever seen them argue or fight. I try to remember more but everything gets static like in my head. Like I was watching TV and it suddenly went out because of a bad storm. I felt myself wince and shudder. Even though it's the middle of summer, it suddenly feels cold, numbingly cold.
A lump formed in my dry throat as I saw the mighty dragon rise and lower from the darken sky. He landed with a thump that shook the down and let out a deafen roar. I heard someone scream as I covered my ears, not sure where the scream I was hearing was coming from. Wind from the might beast rippled my hair. I turned my head, trying to avoid the piercing wind from cutting my eyes.
I saw Yami was in bad shape. He had two god cards on the field, his and Kaiba's. To anyone that would seem good but, with this new monster ( from the likes none of us know anything about) I knew things were going to change tragically. It was weird like I could feel it shakes the insides of my soul. Almost like I...or my body was responding to this monster.
"I use my dragon's special ability, Quick attack which allows my beast to attack as soon as it's summoned." Marik said.
I watched Yami's eyes grow wildly. I tried to swallow but it seemed my saliva was stuck in inside my throat. When the gold winged creature went to attack, I saw the millennium items engulfed into a gold glow. It looked beautiful and was warm. I could feel the light warm me up. I was sure the others felt it too, because they looked at their hands in amazement. But I knew that with this light would come coldness. The world around me was blanketed in a white purifying light. The only thing I saw was Bukara before the whole lighted world became Black. His face gave the first emotion other than hatred...it was shock and maybe...just maybe some fear...
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I woke up, everything was groggy and the room was spinning like i was on a fast spinning merri-go-round. I held my head for a few seconds before feeling a vibration beside me. I turned my head and saw white, a beautiful snowy white. I smiled slightly. My sight decided to focus now and then I really saw something. I was in a bed and beside me was...BAKURA! His frame shifted and I saw the dangerously low lining of his thighs. He was Bare chested. It's really getting hot now. I looked down at my self. I realized that now I was naked as well. My only support was a thin sheet encasing my body. Unconsciously, I tightened the sheet until it became a form fitting white dress. Then it hit me, I was in a bed, with Bukura, and we were naked. What were we doing? Strike that, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! I looked down at his sleeping frame, it looked cute and vulnerable...like a little child that needs to be confronted. No, he is a bloody thirsty thief who cares for no one but himself.
None of this is real, can't be, I can't be in bed with an enemy. Nope, I'm having another one of those real/dreams. That's my name for them. The dreams that seem to so real, but every time I think hard enough about them they disappear, almost like they were never there in the first place. Maybe if I pinch myself... OUCH! Well that sure as hell didn't work. I some of those ruby red shoes from the Wizard of Oz, maybe it I clank my feet together three times. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
I opened my eyes...shit I'm still here. I felt an another movement beside me. Oh shit he's waking up. I stared into his brown eyes and he stared into my blue ones.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream backing back near the edge of the bed. I slapped him. "What the hell was that for?" I heard him say. I slapped him...again. "Would you stop that?" He asked rubbing his red cheek. I slapped him again. "Stop it or I will send you to the shadow realm." He growled. I went to slap him again, but he caught my hand, and squeezed it, but it wasn't the hard has diamonds squeeze I was exacting but a softer gentle one like he ALMOST didn't mean any of the threats he said.
I stopped the impulse to hit him and my mind began filling with questions. Where the hell am I? What the hell am I doing with Bakura, naked in the bed? What the hell were we doing? What happened to the duel? What happened my friends? Why do these things happen to me? Why ME? Did I even want to find out?
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I took this story down to edit the chapters. THIS IS A REPOST. I found a lot of mistakes. It may seem the same but it's not. I want to thank my beta, Angel for helping me. Thanks Ange! Read and Review!