APRICOT SUNDAE
Slouched over the table in his office, Kaiba irritably swerved the leather seat back, crossing his legs and moving away from the blinding laptop screen with gradual wrinkles of fatigue accumulating around his eyes.
Briefly he glimpsed the distorted numbers across the clock. One forty two…
With a husky exhale, Kaiba weakly tossed his head back, allowing himself to sink into the black leather chair.
He blankly studied the ceiling. How am I supposed to finish these damn blue prints?
Lifting a hand, slender fingers quickly went to work, massaging his throbbing temples with accurate rotations.
A soft knock shook the door, before a mass of wild, black hair appeared in view, shortly followed by the drowsy expression of his younger brother--Mokuba--peering inside.
" You should be in bed, Mokuba," Kaiba reprimanded, acknowledging the young boy with weak shifts of his eyes.
" I came to see if you were still up," Mokuba murmured, rubbing his right eye with a fisted hand.
With a haggard breath, Kaiba reached for the mug angled at the edge of his desk, bringing it between his lips and discreetly gulping the remains of Coffee swishing inside.
I'm beginning to think I've become immune to Coffee's affects; I'm still tired.
He flicked his bangs. " Go back to sleep, Mokuba. It's late and you have school tomorrow,"
" So do you," Mokuba bit back.
" I'm older; I can handle staying up late," Rising from his chair, Kaiba sauntered beside Mokuba and began ushering him to his room down the hall.
" You're not going to want to get up tomorrow," Kaiba muttered, lowering his eyes to watch his brother sigh with a sag of his shoulders.
" Well….I kind of couldn't sleep,"
" Why not?" Partially listening--more intent on returning his brother to his bed---Kaiba walked tersely behind his sibling, pausing in embarrassment, before reluctantly confessing:
" I'm afraid of the dark,"
Kaiba's right brow jerked up. He's never---MAZAKI!
" What exactly did you do at her house?" The girl of the subject was obvious.
Mokuba flushed. " Well it looked interesting---"
" What was it?" Kaiba demanded, tone relatively low; Mokuba was his flesh and blood, Mazaki on the other hand, was: ' One of Yuugi's cheerleaders,'
" I only took a peek--"
" Mokuba," Kaiba began, tone livid. " What was it?"
The silence said all. Anzu had inappropriate videos. He'd never believed the idea of Mazaki having such vulgar films in her possessions, but after this morning….
Disgruntled by the confession, Kaiba barely realized he and Mokuba were standing by the boy's bed.
Getting back to the point, Kaiba ventured further. " How much did you see?"
" Just a little," Mokuba replied, climbing into bed and slipping under his blankets.
Kaiba narrowed his eyes. He actually thought better of the girl, and here she was, flaunting her dirty films around.
" Don't blame Anzu," Mokuba sleepily yawned, watching Kaiba stiffly retreat from the room.
" It was probably Yuugi's,"
Yuugi's!? Kaiba gritted his teeth. Now he definitely wasn't going to get any sleep!
" He'd watch something like that," Mokuba added as an afterthought, smiling weakly.
Kaiba involuntarily shuddered. " I want you to forget everything you saw," He commanded.
" What? But why, Seto?"
" Just do it," Kaiba grumbled, shakily running a hand down his face, before lifting it back up to tangle his fingers in his bangs.
Mokuba shrugged, too tired to understand the misinterpretations passed between them on their way to his room.
" Whatever you say, Seto. I didn't…" He paused to yawn again. "…….think it was a big deal anywho,"
Kaiba's shoulders grew tense. No big deal!?
" Night, Seto," Mokuba called from his bed, snuggling under the blankets and breaking Kaiba's thoughts of how many ways he could kill Anzu without leaving evidence…
Kaiba mumbled a reply, before exiting the room with a shaky breath. Mazaki was---
A pervert. Kaiba confirmed, eyes slanting.
He lightly slapped a hand to his forehead as he stalked down the hall toward his office to finish the blue prints.
I'm going to have a talk with that girl. Implanting perverse thoughts in his brother's head. Did she have no dignity!?
He suppressed a scoff. I should have known.
A fleeting thought crossed Mokuba's thoughts as Kaiba's footsteps echoed down the hall. I mean, sure, Teletubbies are the scariest thing! But Seto kind of overreacted…
With a dismissive shrug, Mokuba shut his eyes and fell asleep, humming to the theme song of Teletubbies he'd unknowingly memorized.
An incredulous laugh bubbled in her chest. Unbelievable! " You can't lock me up in my own house!" Anzu shouted, weakly glaring at Marik and Bakura.
They dismissed her, talking in husky Egyptian slurs that drummed in her ears like an un-foreign tune.
What are they saying? She thought desperately, eyeing them.
She studied the door several feet away. She'd thought about fleeing and risking the consequences, but Marik and Bakura weren't to be taken lightly.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. Ryou! Maybe I can reach him! Sure, it was foolish, but she had to try at least.
Tight-lipped, she looked at Bakura. " Ryou! You have to stop Bakura! I believe in you Ryou! I know you can hear me in there!"
Bakura eyed her with a cocked brow, before he laughed. " You foolish girl. You can't reach him. No-one can but me at this point," Bakura declared.
Anzu drew in a breath, ignoring the looks they gave her; they were the insane ones, and yet they looked at her like she was crazy.
" Ryou! Please, you have to stop Bakura! Or else Yuugi and the others will be put in danger!"
Bakura's laughter quieted, and his lips grew taut as he approached her. " I told you, he can't hear you,"
Marik watched with crossed arms. So that boy….Ryou…. is Bakura's weakness….? Interesting…
" He can, and he will!" Anzu shouted, practically in the spirit's face. Or at least I hope so…… She thought faintly.
" Oh I can assure you girl, he's fast asleep in his soul room, and nothing will wake him up," He spat, before adding.
" Not even your wretched cries for help,"
" If you plan to use her as a part of your plan to get that Millennium Puzzle, it won't work you fool," Marik muttered.
Bakura cursed. " Not for you, but she'll be quite helpful to me,"
Marik chuckled. " As I offered, give me the girl and I will help you get your damn puzzle,"
Bakura snorted. " What do you want with her anyway?"
Marik smirked. " I plan to use her for my own benefits,"
Bakura scoffed. " Then you'll have to wait. From now, till the Pharaoh's puzzle is mine, the girl is to be untouched,"
" And that includes you," The thief added, glaring at Marik who eyed Anzu briefly.
" It hadn't even crossed my mind," Marik muttered, grinning eerily.
Anzu shuddered, wounding her arms around herself. I just want out of here! If only Ryou could hear me!
Heck! Even Kaiba coming to her rescue wouldn't be so bad!
But that baka is too stubborn and arrogant to even bother or care what happens to me!
Kaiba sneezed. Damn it. Who left the window open? Irritably he got up and shut the opened window. He wouldn't doubt with his luck he'd end up sick in bed with a fever and cold.
Now….back to those blue prints.
" No! I refuse!" Anzu shouted, digging her heels into the grass.
" On the contrary, little-Anzu," Marik slurred in her ear, shoving her into the muddy grass. " You have no say in anything at this point,"
Anzu groaned inwardly. She was beginning to feel like a sack of potatoes. Couldn't they be a little more gentle!?
Sheesh, talk about lack of manners. Angrily she lifted herself on her knees, slapping off the chunks of mud from her clothes.
" I don't know," Bakura grumbled, arms crossed as he walked out of her house, shuffling beside Marik who grinned in turn.
" Oh trust me, it's a brilliant idea, and it'll get us what we both have been wanting,"
Anzu flushed in anger when the tanned youth extended his hand to brush his knuckles across her cheek.
" Quite the feisty little-girl, aren't you," Marik murmured.
Bakura growled. " Don't forget what I said earlier,"
Marik brushed him off as he walked behind Anzu, pressing his hands painfully into her shoulders.
" Touch her in such a manner? I'm not a fool, Tomb Robber,"
Marik tugged on a strand of her hair, making her cry out in pain. " Such a delicate flower, isn't she?"
Bakura absently nodded, his gaze on Anzu's hidden face. He could smell it, she was crying like the lowly, pathetic girl he knew she was.
Well she won't get pity from me. Bakura thought, narrowing his eyes. He could feel Ryou's conscious beginning to re-possess his body; soon he'd be back in his own soul room.
" Hurry up already," Bakura spat, getting impatient.
Marik released Anzu, reaching for his Millennium Rod tucked safely in his pant pocket.
" Now my sweet little slave," Marik murmured. " You're mind and body belong to me now,"
Anzu struggled to escape his hand grasping her hair to restrain her and keep her from running off. Fearing the worst, she shut her eyes and yelled:
" I won't let you! I won't let you use me as your stupid pawn again!" Her voice hitched, and she could no longer contain her tears of frustration and exhaustion.
Marik smirked, nudging her chin with the pointy tip of his Millennium Rod. " Foolish wench, your cries can do nothing to save you at this point. This time I intend to make good use of your mind and body, and make the Pharaoh's life miserable once and for all,"
Bakura growled. " Well what are you waiting for, imbecile!?"
Marik hissed. " Don't rush me!"
Anzu's body jerked forward, breathing in haggard pants; even now she still managed to fight Marik's mind-control.
Marik smirked. But it won't last for long. Soon she will be under my command. Bakura will get what he wants, and I will get what I want.
Anzu groaned, struggling to keep her eyes from shutting as the affects of his mind-control began tearing away her remains of defense. His mind caressed hers, and her thoughts were swarmed with images of Marik defeating Yuugi.
" No…." Anzu whimpered, cradling her head between her hands. " Stop…….I don't…….."
She gritted her teeth, shutting her eyes tightly as her defenses were broken. " I don't want to hurt them…..please……just……stop.."
Marik now had complete control of her mind, and he was unable to laugh to himself at his victory. Don't worry little--Anzu, it'll all be over soon. Once you get Bakura his puzzle, you will come to me, and forget of all your friends' existence.
Forever…
A/N: Oh no! Anzu's now under Marik's mind-control! What will happen? Will anyone find out before it's too late?!
I know, don't you hate when mean, cruel, authors like me leave you hanging like a slob of meat? lol. Sorry! But hopefully the next chapter will be more….exciting? Fluffy? Who knows! I know I don't! XDHere is the Poll currently:
Seto/ Anzu/ Ryou: 5
Bakura/ Anzu/ Ryou: 11
Seto/ Anzu/ Bakura: 5
Anzu/ Seto: 34
Anzu/ Ryou: 32
Anzu/ Bakura: 10
Seto/ Anzu/ Ryou ( Bakura): 6
And there you go folks, Ryou/ Anzu is not far behind from Seto/ Anzu! Who knows, it may end up a tie! Lol. That would not be good on my behalf. I would have to choose!
Speaking of which, I got this crazy idea of making alternate endings? How's that sound to my reviewers? Incase, possibly in this case, Ryou/Anzu ALMOST win in the end, but Seto/ Anzu wins by three, that wouldn't be fair would it? So how's about it!?
Alternate Endings? TOP TWO WINNERS!! (only)
Yes:
No:
Or, how many would prefer the second runner-up getting their own story?
2nd winner (runner-up) gets to be the pairing for my next fic!! YOU DECIDE!!
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No:
And I am willing to hear your opinions. If you guys have an idea better than mine, then please e-mail me and tell!! I'd be much appreciated!
So remember….
Read, Review….. AND VOTE!! XD
