Anzu sighed, returning home, her hopes falling. She had been out all day and hadn't found Duke. He had either fled or he was with someone she didn't know. Or maybe... Anzu's gut clenched. No, I can't think that way. Duke is alive, he must be. She leaned against the door, covering her face with her hands. Duke, where are you? Tears trickled from her the shield of her eyelashes onto her soft hands.
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"Well, what he meant was that you're going to fall in love with Anzu, eventually." Malik said, shrugging casually.
"Oh is that so!" Bakura said, clenching his fists. He snatched the pistol and Malik ducked as a bullet nearly hit his head.
"What the hell is your problem?!!" Malik said, holding his head, his eyes wide.
"Having my share of fun, what else?" Bakura growled, glaring over at him. He threw the pistol down on his desk, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
"Crazy bastard..." Malik hissed, looking behind him at the bullet hole in the statue, thinking: That could have been me.
"Yes, that's what I am, Malik," Bakura commented, hearing his friend, "you really don't have to remind us." Malik shot him a sharp look.
"Don't talk to me." Bakura raised an eyebrow as Malik sulked on the couch.
"Anyway," Bakura said, running a hand through his head, "I have a job for you two." He pointed a tan finger at Marik and Malik.
"Okay, does it involve blood?" Marik asked eagerly. Bakura smirked and sat down behind his desk, folding his hands on his knee as he swung his right leg over his left.
"It could." Bakura told him, his lips twitching a bit.
"Really now?" Malik spoke up, giving up on his sulking. "So what's job are we talking about? Killing?"
"Bingo." Bakura said, holding up a finger. "Now listen," Bakura stood up, walking over to the two, "Duke is still in town I presume. I heard someone say he was at the Nightingale Club." The two brothers nodded. "So here's what I want you to do." Bakura picked up a large bag of gold coins. "You get the honor of killing Duke. If you succeed, then you'll both be paid finely. If you don't," Bakura shrugged, "you get nothing."
"Oh Bakura, don't do this." Ryou pleaded. "Anzu will be so devastated!"
"Exactly," Bakura said pointedly, smirking, "the more she sulks, the less thoughtful she will be of her actions."
"Ah," Marik said, understanding, "so you'll be able to her in bed more easily." Bakura nodded at Marik, grinning.
"And then I'll be done with her in less than a year."
"Uh..." Malik stared at Bakura, blinking. "Year?"
"Yes, Malik, year. Takes about a week to get her pregnant, then there's 9 months of pregnancy." Marik said irritably. He needed to teach his brother more about the world of sex.
"Oh. Right."
"Poor thing," Ryou murmured, "she doesn't know what she's getting herself into."
"And you," Bakura thumped a finger hard into his younger brother's chest, "are going to keep your mouth shut. You are always my destruction when something good is happening to me. Every damn time!" Bakura glared at him, jabbing his finger hard into Ryou's chest. "So stay out of it, this time, got that?"
"Y-yeah." Ryou said, gulping and nodding.
"Good." Bakura crossed his hands over his chest. "I better not see any more-than-friendly happenings with you and her." At the end of his sentence, he shot his brother a sharp glare. Ryou sunk down into a chair, nodding his head as not to upset him.
"So," Marik spoke up, "do you want Malik and I to head out to the Nightingale now?"
"Yes," Bakura nodded, glancing at them through the corner of his eye, "better to get it done while you still can."
"Alright," Marik heaved his brother from the couch, "let's go, Malik."
-
Julian planted a sharp knock to Anzu's door and in a few seconds, Anzu answered.
"Oh, Julian. Come in." Anzu moved so he could enter.
"Thank you, Anzu." Julian said solemnly.
"You look pale, are you okay?" Anzu asked in a concerned voice. She pressed her hand to his forehead and drew it back in surprise. "You're terribly hot!"
"It's alright. I was speaking to Bakura earlier so..."
"Julian!" Anzu scolded. "What the deuce were you doing there?!"
"Why? Why? YOU'RE MARRING HIM!!"
"And for a good reason too!" Anzu said, tears forming in her shimmering blue eyes. "Why doesn't anyone understand me?! I thought you of all people would!" Anzu burst into tears, crying into her hands. Julian's face grew soft and he drew her into her arms.
"Your brother needs to learn to stand up for himself, Anzu," Julian pointed out to her, "you can't always protect him. It's time he grew up." Anzu sniffled, but didn't deny that he was right. "Come on. I'll help you find your brother. What places have you tried?"
"All the taverns and casinos."
"What about...the Nightingale Club? I've seen him there before." Anzu thought for a while, then beamed.
"Maybe!"
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"This is so stupid. And easy." Marik said, dismounting and tying his black horse.
"You're telling me. Why didn't Bakura do it himself?" Malik said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"He probably didn't want to be blamed for it, the bastard."
"Oh well, let's just go inside and see if the idiot is here."
"Fine with me."
Just 10 minutes after Malik and Marik went in search for Duke, Anzu and Julian arrived.
"I hope he's here." Anzu murmured to Julian.
"Hmm." Was all he said, not really interested in the whereabouts of Duke Mazaki. He was gazing at the two black horses that looked much to familiar for comfort. He had a hunch of whose they were, but decided not to jump to conclusions. Not yet, at least.
-
"Anzu's marrying Bakura so what do you want?!" Duke snapped at the two brothers. They both kneeled down and smirked. Marik grabbed a chunk of his hair and jerked his head forward, close to his face.
"What does it look like I want, old buddy?" Marik asked, smirking. He let go of his hair and drew out a dagger. He slid his finger on the blade, drawing blood. "Ah, good times."
"Wh-what?" Duke sputtered, gulping. Marik smirked and held the blade to his throat. Then his smirk dropped when he saw the reflection in his blade. And he wasn't the only one. Both Marik and Malik whipped around.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Marik hissed to his younger brother.
"How should I know?!" Then, seeing Julian, who was looking smug, their question was answered. Who else would know this club better than Monsieur Julian?
"What are you doing to my brother!?" Anzu asked, shocked. She took a step, but Marik pointed the dagger at her.
"We have our orders, bitch, so don't come near us or you'll die with your "beloved" brother."
"Orders?" Anzu repeated, a fire in her eyes.
"You moron!" Malik slapped his elder brother across the head. "Look what you've done now!"
"Bakura told you to kill my brother?!" Anzu said, a deathly rage building inside her, causing her bosom to swell. Marik swore and put back his dagger.
"Damn!" Marik stood up and ran away from them, leaving Malik behind.
"What about Duke?!" Malik called.
"Screw him, I don't want to be here when a woman's pissed!" Marik shouted to him, not halting in his running. Malik sighed and went after him, walking calmly.
"Duke, are you okay?" Anzu asked.
"I was handling it fine!" Duke growled at her.
"Hey, I saved your butt! Show some gratitude!"
"I appreciate it, but you can't keep expecting to come to my rescue whenever I'm in trouble, Anzu!" Anzu stared at his back as he walked back into the club.
Never mind him for now...Anzu thought. I need to go see Bakura.
-
Bakura covered his face in shame, shaking his head.
"You nimrod." Bakura mumbled to Marik. "I give you the easiest task and you screw me over?"
"What was I suppose to say?!" Marik demanded. " 'Oh hello Anzu, I was in a bad mood today so I decided I wanted to kill your brother.'"
"Anything but what you did say!" Bakura snapped. "What are you, totally brainless?!"
"He made a mistake," Ryou said forgivably, "let it go, Bakura."
"You all are morons!" Bakura growled. "Screw you all! I'm doing this on my own, for the sake of my fortune."
"Bakura, someone's here." Malik said, opening the door, looking nervous.
"Okay...Bring her in." Bakura said, having a hunch who it was. Anzu entered, looking ready to kill. "Anzu." Bakura nodded his head in a feeble greeting.
"Bakura." She hissed his name with such venom, Bakura actually flinched. Oh yeah, she was pissed. "Your henchmen," she shot a look at Marik, "told me that you gave them orders to kill my brother."
"Yes," Bakura said, running a quick plan through his head, "I did." There was silence, before Anzu spoke again.
"Well?"
"I thought I should put him out of his misery." Bakura said, shrugging casually.
"My brother is fine!" Anzu told him, her voice shrill. "Why can't people understand that?!" Bakura flinched and took a step forward, but she didn't notice. He hesitated, before clasping her shoulder. She blinked and looked up at him, breaking out of her rage for a moment. "Bakura...?" His eyes narrowed at her and he leaned down...
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DIS: (laughing wildly, spinning in her computer chair) GLORIOUS SUSPENSE!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, LAPTOP?! (thrashes laptop) HAHAHAHAHA!
Reviewers: (OO)………..(slowly begin to inch away from her)
DIS: Ahem, right, reviews! (grinning crazily)
LoneGothic: Yep, Bakura's an asshole in this fic, lol
prettyStupidGirl: Thanks!
Foxsan: Okay! Right on it! And those signs were just a screw up on my comp.
Sailor Tiamat: Yeah, Julian is complicated. Now you found out!
Eve-Of-Misery: thanks!
Stephy: Yep, there sure is many more to come.
BABY BLUE: Thanks alot! Yeah, I always enjoy replying to reviews. It's so fun!! I'm glad it's getting better. When I was just starting it, it wasn't all as good as now. But when it really gets in the plot, any fic is awesome! Yeah, it's gunna end up to be that couple. (grin)
Chi Yagami: Julian's kinda still after Anzu, really. Her dad is mad, her brother's a selfish reknob and, yes, she is surrounded by idiotic men, lol. And hey!-I actually updated early!
