Title: Knowledge is Power
Summary: At Domino high Yami, Bakura and Marik are the local Sex Gods, then this new virgin girl comes along and they're all ready to screw her, there's just one problem...
Rating: R
Status: 9 chapters written, 9 chapters posted
Review count: 109 (13 Aaaaaaaah unlucky number...run away!)
HellFrezzer - Lol, okay, with that in mind read on
Nightfall2525 - Well, I have updated, hope the suspense didn't kill you
SailorNeo - Sorry but Otogi's gay in this fic...ano if you want I can do a uxOtogi thing if you'd really like. If you want to discuss this idea further maybe you could e-mail me? berry(underscore)little000(at)hotmail(dot)com
LoneGothic - Duh, of course Anzu should win, plus for The Three this is a race of sorts so hey, he would be desperate
panmotto - Lol, I updated and I've written the outcome so enjoy reading
kaiba's run-away bride - Well I don't know if it's good but I hope you like it at any rate
godoflight - Yep, it is big, lots of thinking in this chapter...oh well, enjoy
Starlet36 - Yep, the match, do you not like tennis then? Normally I like Shizuka too...well I ahven't got anything against her at least but I needed a bitch so yeh. What does 'caliente' mean, I can't be botherred to find a translater. I haven't done Spanish in nearly a year, hope your exam went well. DOn't worry about going Schitzo...I think nearly all authors/resses, especially in the YGO section are.
Nekogal - Nei, I'm not but ty
suzieq2005 - Yep I'm back and you'll have to read on to find out the outcome
mariks1andonly - Thanks
Van/Dracula - Will do
InsaneShadowFan - I get the impression the story is a bit too dull for your tastes, tell me, what would make it a more enjoyable read in your opinion. I write for fun, I post for criticism, help is appreciated.
Pairings: YamixAnzu, BakuraxAnzu, MarikxAnzu, RyouxAnzu
Notes: Um...yeh
Even from so far away Ryou could see the fire dancing in the cerulean eyes of one Anzu Mazaki. Either Bakura had said something to incite her or there was a wager going on. Not doubting the nature of his cousin for a moment the prospect of a bet was Ryou's final conclusion. Ryou racked his brain for what his cousin would ask of Anzu while she played her first serve. Then it hit him, hard and fast like the return Bakura dealt, he would have asked for her innocence, the one thing that would be hers to give by choice.
It was no wonder to him as to why Anzu was swinging wildly, each and every ball aimed straight for the white haired devils head. Of course, this meant little running for him but he wasn't about to return the favour.
Bakura would sidestep the ball only to hit it as far away from Anzu as possible without sending the ball out of the court and of course, sending it over the net. Anzu did dives, jumps and sprints from one side to the other, she was tiring but Bakura was becoming distracted.
Already several points ahead and so confident in his skills, was he that he allowed his mind to wonder. Images of her sprawled out before him, hair splayed beneath her head as he took that which would give him precedence over Yami and Marik for a while at least…until there was a new challenge. The imagined sounds of her moans and pants, his name falling from her lips in the throws of her orgasms clouded his thoughts.
He was startled out of his arousing reverie to cheers from the crowd. During his mild absence from reality Anzu had not only caught up with him, but now surpassed him 30 15. "You gunna pay attention to me now Baka-chan?" she smiled playfully and blew him a kiss while at the same time catching a yellow ball tossed towards her.
His dark eyes narrowed to slits and his mouth twisted into a smirking sneer, the nickname didn't do much for his temper either, "Who says I wasn't?" he called back, wolf whistling as she walked back to the serving line.
"Oh really, then why am I kicking your sorry ass?" she raised an eyebrow, "if you want whatever put your racket in your pocket to become a racket you're going to have to focus on me."
While Bakura was still reeling from the comment that had every female (in the vicinity)'s eyes on him, or more precisely, his crotch, he nearly missed her serve. Although due to bad timing and lack of concentration the ball flew into the net. One of the younger years ran across and got it off the caught as a new ball was passed to Anzu.
"Ready big boy?" she taunted, damn she was good, he wondered what other things her mouth could do besides enunciate such insults.
The ball flew towards him and he sent it flying back, with a rather impressive backhand the little yellow blur bounced just within the boundary of the court furthest from him. He snorted, he should have known she'd dispense with her head-bashing tactic sooner or later, it didn't matter though, she wouldn't win, she couldn't win, he had too much riding on this for her not to conceded defeat.
Half time left them at a stalemate, neither willing to give more than one point to the other before they were surpassed, only to be beaten again. A vicious circle that left them both sweaty but with an independent buzz that gave them both different sensations. Bakura was facing off against an opponent that could hold her own and match him in both moves and wit, a challenge he hadn't had a long time and it excited him.
Anzu was frustrated and exhilarated, she would be damned if she lost to Bakura and yet the thought of sex was oddly exhilarating. Exposures to acts of this nature were doted in her soiled past that she hopped to remain buried. Even so her virginity remained in tack and she was determined to keep it so till she found one she deemed worthy. Still…there were unnerving resemblances between Bakura and the man that had caused her considerable distress when young and would attempt to do so soon, or so she feared.
That man, the one she knew had slipped Marik the ecstasy, she never drank in the bar for fear of her drink being spike. There were certain gambles she was unwilling to make. Yet, saying that here she was gambling something that she could only give once, but at least it would be to someone she knew, someone who would dump her as soon as. This was just a big competition, Anzu liked competition and as always, she would come out on top.
She'd beaten all three of Domino's bad boys flat out, 100 and As across the board, this tennis competition would be no exception.
With that in mind she returned to the second half of the game with gusto after a hearty drink of water to ward of dehydration and annoying headaches.
The afternoon was drawing on and the air began to get slightly chilly, Anzu shivered which caused her to miss a serve from Bakura, this left them one even ground. Whoever got to forty-first now would be the winner and Anzu wouldn't let that be anyone but her.
"You better not strain yourself Anzu," Bakura called across to her, "I'll keep you up all night."
She didn't blush from embarrassment, only flushed in indignation as she sent her serve once again to his head. Engrossed in his laughed the yellowish greenish lime coloured ball finally hit its mark, right between the eyes. An infuriated Bakura then picked up the ball only to serve it full force back. Although officially it was meant to have been her serve the rally seemed so successful no one wanted to stop them.
Exhilarating and tense as the match was, no matter how eagerly those in the stands awaited the outcome with baited breath it was getting late and cold. A few well placed shots later and the score was 40 30.
40 30…to Anzu Mazaki. She sighed with relief and their audience cheered, the sound of her name being chanted rang in her ears as she descended into the changing rooms to done something significantly warmer. Once again she met Bakura halfway there.
"You won," he said, the anger and bitterness evident in his voice.
"And so you have lost, albeit not as gracious as I expected from one of your calibre," she replied icely.
"You have no right to expect anything from me baka onna," Bakura scowled and glared at her in defiance.
Anzu shook her head, "Then head your own advice, I don't understand why you, Yami and Marik seem to think I'll just rollover for one of you. I can see right through you, this is a game, a competition. Ooh let's see who can bed her first then we'll move onto the next poor victim. Honestly, you three are living proof that chivalry is dead."
"Now look here you," Bakura grabbed her roughly by the shoulder.
"Anzu-chan," an exclamation from behind Bakura startled them both.
Leaning to the side slightly Anzu caught a glimpse of white hair, "Ryou-kun?" she questioned.
"Hai, Bakura what are you doing, you better not be hurting her?" Ryou demanded, his elder cousin snorted derisively and then stormed off. "Anzu-chan, are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" There was honest concern in his voice and Anzu was not so much of a fool to realise the sentiment wasn't genuine.
She smiled, but shivered as a cold draft blew by, her hair waved about her face as she ran her hands up and down her arms to hide the goosebumps. "Anzu-chan, are you cold?"
Anzu didn't have time to lie through her teeth with a 'no' before Ryou had removed his jacket and swung it round her shoulders. Keeping one arm there to hold it up he also steered her towards the changing rooms, "You'll get a cold like this Anzu-chan."
Anzu smiled at Ryou who smiled uncertainly back, "Arigatou Ryou, I see you've taken to calling me Anzu-chan."
"I can call you Mazaki-san if you prefer," he trailed off, blushing slightly in nervous embarrassment.
"Iie Ryou-kun, I'm happy about it, we're friends now, right Ryou-kun?" Anzu grinned at him, holding his jacket a little tighter to her but to Ryou it hadn't gotten any colder.
"Hai Anzu-chan," he grinned back at her, "we are."
"Wait here for me Ryou-kun, I just need to get changed," before Ryou could protest she had vanished.
Being around his cousin so long had taught Ryou awareness and all the time he'd been taking to Anzu he had a felt a disturbing, almost sadistic pair of eyes fixated on them, or more importantly Anzu. He turned and the rustle of bushes was not lost on his ears but there was little time for contemplation as Anzu came prancing out of the changing rooms.Well I hope you all enjoyed that, I'm actually in France atm and managed to find a relatively cheep internet cafe so I could post this. Anyway, interesting development next chapter.
Next Chapter summary :-
Anzu is handed her trophy by the most unlikely and unwanted of people, Bakura has to admit defeat to Yami and Marik and then there's the dance coming up and it's girls asking boys. Yami and Marik are turning up the charm but will Anzu notice especially with danger lurking in the wing.
Oh yeh, I'm planning on doing a Yu-GI-Oh x HP x-over, what do you guys think? It won't have masses of characters attending as students and I don't think there will be any OCs. Oh well, any opinions? Things you like to read and x-overs of this nature?