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Well, let's get on with it:


THE ONE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!


ITS HERE!


Chapter Fourteen: Please Wake Up And Smile

Her tears dried, subsided. Anzu sat beside Seto's hospital bed. A knock.

Shizuka came in. She just stood there, taking in the room and the people. Noticing Anzu's state, she decided to leave quietly, closing the door softly.

"How are they?" Shizuka jumped.

"Not too good," she admitted. "How'd you get up here?"

Bakura put a finger to his lips and shook his head. "So tell me what happened."

"Yesterday, when Anzu ran out on the streets, her dad went looking for her. What happened to him, they're not sure of, but it was most likely some kind of hit-and-run. He was there for the rest of the night, with a broken arm and some fractured or cracked ribs."

Bakura winced. "What kind of a guy was he?"

"Um... I didn't know him, but Anzu talked about him sometimes. I think he was a really hardworking person... very strict as a dad. He wasn't at home very often, so Anzu and Mokuba had to sort of 'fend for themselves.' But I think he really did love them."

"You said 'hardworking,' and 'he wasn't at home very often.' What exactly was his job?"

"CEO of Kaiba Corp. You didn't know that?"

Anzu heard a loud exclamation from outside.

Please wake up, she prayed. Please...wake up, Father. Seto Kaiba didn't stir. Anzu looked over at Mokuba, who'd fallen asleep.

He looked peaceful. In sleeping, different from the man on the bed.

Please wake up. There was another knock on the door.

Anzu got up and opened it this time.

Malik stood there. "You look horrible," he stated bluntly.

Anzu smiled, a thin, almost nonexistent smile.

"Shizuka told me what happened over the phone."

She nodded.

"My mom heard about it on the news. She told me to stop at the florist's. Problem was, I couldn't figure out which one she said to get. So..." Malik held out a large bouquet of garishly colored flowers.

Anzu almost laughed as she took the flowers and placed them beside the bed. The funky colors did justice to the drab room.

"See, I made you smile," Malik teased. He ruffled her hair. Anzu looked at him.

In that brief second, something passed between their eyes. Something new.

Malik extended his arms, and folded Anzu into them. She hugged him back and buried her face in his black hooded sweatshirt. He was soft and—dare she say it?—fuzzy. Malik's blond hair fell into his eyes as he kissed her forehead.

His normally playful eyes became warmer, a deepening shade of violet. She was drawn into them, pools of mystery. And he—

Mokuba shifted in his sleep and muttered an incomprehensible word.

Anzu and Malik let go of each other.

"Um..." Anzu said awkwardly.

"Er..." was Malik's reply. He looked towards Seto. "I'm sorry, Anzu. If I hadn't taken you out, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's not you," she answered. "I shouldn't have lost my temper. I think he was really hurt by what I said."

Malik took her hand, reassuringly. "He's gonna be all right."

"I hope so."

She sent another prayer. Father. Please wake up and smile.

Well, there ya go. You know who it was. Malik did have the highest votes, with Ryou in second place.

But you know...it was predicted throughout the story, I found out as I re-read it:

"And the others must be the rest of the gang he always ran around with.
There was a tanned kid with platinum-blond hair and violet eyes. He was wearing a hooded sleeveless shirt, and really tight leather pants. There was a gold knife hanging from his belt."

Always the guy with TIGHT LEATHER PANTS.

"Malik held out a hand to Anzu. They high-fived.

"That's my kinda woman," he said, as she strode away."

: )

"He swung a leg over the bike. Anzu got on behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Malik gunned the engine and off they went, narrowly missing the white limo."

And of course the guy with the hot motorcycle.

"Malik was very solid. Muscular. She could tell under the shirt. He'd been wearing a crisp, clean white shirt, with—get this—a tie. Ha, she'd thought. But in truth, he did look pretty cute... "

And the guy with the pack. lol.