Title: Lullaby
By: Morgan Johnson
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
A/N: I would like to thank the only person who reviewed and made me update today, Sailor Tiamat. I know that the story had been stalled ever since April but I am back with this story. If no one reviews I'll just have to end it like I've been doing to my other stories.
Chapter Nine: Misplaced Trust
Bakura couldn't be more flustered. Anzu was looking at him in complete shock and worst of all a painting was talking to him. "Finally," he said after looking like he had planned such an entrance, "I've been trying to get to you for a while now". "Well she's been quite fine here with me" said Sophia rather brisk about not being properly spoken to. "If there is something that hasn't changed about you Bakura it would be your manners. You never were an upright young man"
"Oh can it old broad" responded Bakura finally addressing Cecilia. "You haven't changed either. Still as stuck up as ever. Anzu you're coming with me" Bakura dragged Anzu out the door but not before she could shout her return to the room to visit, leaving a very delighted Cecilia humming an old tune.
Bakura remained silent all the while they climbed up the stairs and narrowly passed through the secret doorway. When Bakura finally looked at Anzu she could see that his eyes were blood red meaning that she was in serious trouble. "Do you know what would have happened if something bad had occurred or worse Malik had come home?" By now Bakura was steaming and his grip on her arm was becoming increasingly tight.
"Sheesh, worry much" responded Anzu feeling like a little kid being reprimanded by an adult. "I am not your babysitter and though Malik might think so, I am not in charge of your well being. I will not be accounted for anything that might happen to you. If you think you're so tough to be out traveling let's put it to the test shall we?" Anzu remained still as his words sunk in. 'what did he mean by that?' she asked herself.
Anzu looked curious as Bakura returned to her carrying tow coats in his arms. He threw one at her and put the other on. "Let's go" he said and headed out the door. Anzu shivered as she looked once more at the world out of her little place. She instinctively drew closer to Bakura but he simply walked forward making her walk faster only to barely keep up. "I thought you were tough, you seemed to think so walking around alone in the mansion like that. Believe me that this place is much safer than Malik's place. At least when you're out here you can know when you're going to be attacked. Remember that." Bakura walked forward and vanished making Anzu jump of fright. Now she truly was alone.
The road was desolate, not a single person was at sight. She could feel the coldness of the air and something else. There was something that she couldn't quite grasp but she could tell that something was not at all well. She decided to try to find her way back but saw that everywhere she looked seemed the same. She continued to walk forward hoping to find Bakura or at least a trace of him. A lonely shop lay ahead through a walkway of dead roses. She made up her mind to go in and at least warm up, the coat Bakura had given her had not helped.
The store was practically empty, only a few customers were present all simply browsing. Anzu looked at the different bottles displayed on a wobbly shelf. There were pink, blue and yellow bottles that looked similar to cooking oil. Black, grey and brown bottles smoked out through the top of their lids gaining her curiosity.
Anzu tried to decipher what they said but unfortunately they were in a language unknown to her so she ended up passing them by. A shining mirror on display caught her eye. She looked at it so deeply that she thought she would fall into it. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" came a voice that sounded as though it were miles away. Anzu snapped back to reality to notice a small man looking at her worriedly. "Are you alright miss?" "Yes, I'm fine" said Anzu shaking her head.
"You should sit down" "No I'm fine. What is that?" "That is a revolving portal. It takes it's holder to anywhere in past, present or future" "So it's like a time machine?" asked Anzu curiosity taking over her. "No, no dear girl. It will only take its holder there to observe not to stay permanently." The man then strode aside and removed it from its holding. "Would you like it?" "Oh I'm afraid that I have no money" said Anzu solemnly.
The man seemed to think for a moment and then wrapped it up nicely. "Here, you should have it I insist." Anzu looked at him like he was crazy but then accepted it. She thanked him and walked out the shop not noticing his broad grin and gleam. "Did you give it to her?" came a voice from behind the merchant counter. "Yes, just as you asked me to" replied the shopkeeper. "Good, now it won't be long, not at all.
Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. I hope that I get more reviews for this one if not I'll end it at chapter 12 or 13. I had hoped to make it as long as "Crimson" but oh well; sometimes things don't work out how you want them to.