Here's the next chapter. Read my Christmas story when it comes out!!
Chapter Four: Joining
"I want to join the gang."
She got a few weird looks. Actually, more amused than weird.
"Do you now?" Yami asked.
"Yes." Anzu said firmly. No backing down now.
"What do you think?" He asked of the others. Yami was answered with a loud chorus of 'YEAH!'
"Well, I guess that settles it. You'll have to go through an initiation—" Yami's eyes bugged out. "—Bakura, what—?"
The sadistic one had crept up behind Anzu and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Anzu shuddered as Bakura kissed her on the neck. "I turn you on, don't I?" He said in a low voice. When she didn't answer, he said. "You know you want me."
She got an idea.
"Bakura? You're absolutely right." She turned around. "I want you."
Bakura was stunned, and Anzu had her back turned, so they didn't see Yami's scowl, Ryou's wide-eyed look, Malik's finger running along the edge of his knife, or Marik's clenched fists.
She in turn put her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his chest. "I want you bad."
Bakura's grip loosened as he was taken aback. He'd never expected her to act this way.
Here was her chance. Anzu pushed him into the brick wall. "I want you to leave me alone right now!"
Marik snorted. "She got ya there, Bakura." Bakura glared.
Malik put his knife back. "Bad boy got his ass kicked by bad girl." Bakura glared at him too.
Yami also made a few snide comments. Anzu turned back to him. "So what were you saying? Before we were so rudely—" Bakura glared "—interrupted?"
"Right." Yami cleared his throat. "Initiation, you'll have to learn street fighting—Ryou here can teach you—and... Anzu do you drink?"
"No." Then she saw the grins on four faces.
"Too bad." Yami went on. "I think that's it. With the exception of the aforementioned—"
"Woohoo, big word." Malik cut in. Yami gave him a look that clearly said 'shut up, or else I'll pound you so hard you'll have to untie your shoelaces in order to breathe.'
Malik shut up.
Yami continued his frequently interrupted speech. "—you are welcome here with us."
"Wasn't she already?" Marik asked. Yami also gave him the shut-up-look. Marik shut up.
But when Yami turned away, Marik flipped him off.
Anzu smiled a little.
But Marik saw. "She's got the hots for me." He elbowed Malik. "Hehe, too bad for you, baby cous'."
She could have sworn Malik blushed, but it was hard to tell over the dark skin. He mumbled something foreign. Probably Egyptian.
"I don't think Anzu needs to be stuck here with you horny lot." Ryou said quietly.
"What was that?" Marik asked. Ryou ducked his head.
"Nothing..."
Bakura ruffled Ryou's shaggy white hair. "Who's calling who horny? I personally know that you also like Anz—"
"BAKURA!!!" Ryou jumped up. His face was redder than a sunburnt tomato. "I thought I told you...!!!"
"Hoo-boy..." Malik muttered under his breath, yet Anzu could hear him. "This is not gonna be pretty..."
"For Ryou?" Anzu asked. Malik gave her a weird look. Marik and Yami were on the edge of their seats now. They were chanting something along the lines of 'go Ryou' and 'kick ass.'
The two white haired boys circled each other in the wide alley. Bakura stepped forward first, his fist heading for Ryou's nose. The other dodged at the least possible millisecond. Bakura swung again and missed.
Ryou ran a few circles around his twin. Bakura waited. Then kicked out. Ryou jumped back, then lashed out with his own roundhouse kick.
Bakura jumped. Ryou's foot caught onto Bakura's. Bakura came back to Earth. He faked a punch to the left and came up with a jab to the stomach. Ryou stumbled back, but only for a minute. He ran, and made his comeback with a flying side kick.
With arrow-true aim, he connected with Bakura's forehead. The Sadistic One was knocked to the ground. A purple bruise was forming between his crossed eyes.
"And that," Ryou growled, standing over Bakura, "is the price you pay." With that, he returned to his sitting position on top of three stacked crates.
Anzu looked at Ryou. He wasn't even out of breath, even though it must've taken a lot of energy for that. Bakura however was breathing heavily, having just had the wind knocked out of him. "Wow."
"You see," Marik told her, "Ryou's a master at the martial arts stuff. He's studied karate, tae kwon do, judo, jujitsu, and some other stuff. He's way past belts now." Then he added with a smirk. "Even Yami can't beat Ryou."
Yami growled.
"Anyways," Malik said, "you're lucky to be getting to learn from Ryou. He won't even teach us."
Anzu nodded.
Now this is my kind of thing.