Title: Where will you go
By: Morgan Johnson
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
A/N: I'm kind of sad that only two reviewed the last chapter but here we go with the next one. I also noticed that this story besides getting a bit side-tracked on angst was also on its way to promise a happy ending. I have not stated whether or not it will have a happy ending it all depends on my mood at the time and right now I'm not so happy. But I am sort of in the mood to update because I know that once I stop, it'll never get done so here we go: This begins in Anzu's pov, alright?
Chapter Nine: Love is Overrated
Worn out and faded
The weakness starts to show
They've created the generation
That we know
Washed up and hated
The system moves to slow
They give us answers
To questions they don't even know
Anzu made her way upstairs with a solemn face. She did not want to be here any longer than she had but felt safe here for reasons unknown. 'Might be because Ryou lives here' she thought as once again tears began to fall from her eyes. She had really fallen for him but all along he had been just messing with her. She pushed those thoughts aside as she approached Malik's room. She opened the door to find a very messy place. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, pizza boxes were all around his dresser and she even thought she saw a mouse scamper away under the bed. She shuddered wondering if the clothes on the bed were really clean.
Carefully, oh so carefully, Anzu smelled them and determined them to be clean. She noticed a door that connected to the room and assumed it to the bathroom. Indeed it was after she pushed it aside and then it was that she noticed he had drawn a bath. She made a mental note to thank him later and proceeded to take her bath.
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
Anzu tried her hardest to concentrate on the task at hand instead of on Ryou but her brain just did not seem to want to cooperate. She kept remembering time after time what it felt like the moment she heard the girls speaking. Anger began to pour out as she punched the mirror in front of her underneath the showerhead. She winced as the glass shattered and some pieces grazed her skin. Crimson streams began to pour unto the shower's floor as she took not of the wound that how now formed in her left hand. She looked at it curiously and let the water falling from above wash it clean.
She would have to pay Malik for the mirror, but she would worry about that later. Her hand had stopped bleeding and she hoped she would be able to med it without anyone noticing. She quickly got out and dressed, hopefully she could sneak out before Ryou got home or Malik noticed her absence. She closed to door quietly behind her and started her descent down the stairs. There standing looking at her was Ryou. He looked as though he had been in a fight of some sorts but she put on a mask of indifference. If he could be that good of a liar then so could she.
Used up and jaded
You're thinking way to slow
So we're creating
Answers on our own
We can't relate
To what you think you know
And you create
The problems that will never
Go away
Ryou waited nervously for her to come down, but by the look on her face she wasn't as happy to see him as he was to see her. 'Is she mad at me for not being there to protect her?' he thought desperately. He did not want Anzu to be mad at him. He loved her more than anything and would do anything for her. He had just committed murder for her and she didn't care. Anger began to surge through him and it was difficult for him to contain it.
He made an attempt to approach her but when she walked back he stopped. "Anzu, how are you feeling?" he asked in his usual worried voice but Malik, who had just walked into the living room, could tell that something was off. When she didn't answer Malik asked. "I'm feeling much better Malik thank you so much for your hospitality. I'll be leaving now." Said Anzu but when she made an attempt to go passed Ryou he grabbed her forcefully. "You and I are going to talk Anzu" he said to her. Anzu winced at the pressure he used; astonished that he was that strong. She had always pictured Ryou as the quiet and tranquil one the total opposite of his former Yami.
Anzu looked at him, paying careful watch to his eyes. Bakura had always had crimson eyes but they were the same brown they were when Ryou was in control. "Ryou I think she should eat first" said Malik who already had his dagger at his side. There was no telling how Ryou could get especially after what he had done that night. Malik knew for a fact that Ryou had murdered before and he tended to lose control over his senses right after.
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
Ryou simply looked at Malik, not letting go of Anzu. He then nodded and let go of Anzu, who cradled her arm looking scared of Ryou. They made their way towards the kitchen where a small table for four was held in a corner. Three plates of warm pasta were laid out along side three glasses of juice. Anzu took the chair closest to the door frame and sat down quietly.
She said thank you and began to eat avoiding the stares she was getting from both Ryou and Malik. Malik was of course wondering whether or not she was enjoying her meal while Ryou wanted to figure out what was going on with her. 'The attack couldn't have messed her up this much' he thought as he began to eat his own plate of pasta.
After they had all finished Malik cleaned the table after declining Anzu's insistence of doing so herself. Ryou then proceeded to drag Anzu out unto the porch to have their "talk". The rain from earlier began once again to pour leaving Anzu with no choice but to stay beside Ryou and hear him out. "Anzu I honestly want to know what it is that is going on with you" "You should know. " At Ryou's dumbfounded look she added: "I already know about the best you and Yugi made so drop it because I'm not buying it. You guys finally got tired of treating me like trash indirectly so you came up with a new way to hurt me right?" she screamed the last part ignoring Ryou's try to interrupt her.
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
(Go away, go away, go away, go away)
"I hate you, all of you and don't want to ever see or hear from any of you again. And you should be happy, after all, you're little plan worked. I fell for you and now I've fallen even harder but this time against the ground. I can't believe I ever thought I could love you and be with you. You're just like them and believe me when I say that I will never speak to you again" With that last statement Anzu took off under the rain. Ryou tried to run after her but got lost while trying to find her after taking a shortcut and missing her completely. He would have to wait until the rain let up to figure out just what bet Anzu thought he had made with Yugi and try to make her see that he loved her and she belonged to him.
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. So I updated this yesterday and then today again so I hope to get a few more reviews for this chapter than I did for the last one. I know that Ryou is darker in this story and from now on expect him to be so even more. If you have any problems seeing him in this light then as I stated in the second chapter of this story do not read it.
If you're going to tell me he could never be that way then you should really read the author notes at the beginning of every chapter since the first one. I know that I made their relationship a bit complicated but its all part of the master plan…I think…later