A/N: Hello, loyal readers and thanks for stopping by. I'm in the midst of a mass update, so I'll try to keep the responses to your reviews short.
Lady Phoenix 99: Wow…I hope I didn't stir up any painful memories. Did something like that happen to you or someone you know? (I hope I don't appear to be rude by asking that) Thanks for reading.
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Sanguine Dreams: I'll address Ishizu's problem this chapter also, but this one's gonna be mostly about: ahem: two certain people…thanks for reading.
Seguha: You're right…you did review! My bad. Thanks for reading both chapters, and I appreciate you inviting me into your C2 community.
Eternal Eyes: Hey, I appreciate the kind words about the fic, and I agree with you wholeheartedly. In any event, I wanted this to be a short fic, about 10-15 chapters max, and so the end is pretty close. (I may do a sequel though!)
Warning! Strong sexual themes (rape) and violence in this chapter. Read at your own possible discrection (i probably didn't spell it right, but you've been warned.)
Well, here's the next chapter in what I think may be the best fic I have going...enjoy!
Angry People
Chapter Eight
Marik cleaned the 9mm handgun that he had hidden underneath his bed. Beside him lay a catridge of bullets and a picture of his beloved sister. He wasn't sure exactly who had done this, but he had his own ideas. And when he did know for sure, he promised whatever God existed that they would die a very slow, very painful death. As he cleaned the barrel of the gun, he thought of the horrible memories that would replay in his sister's mind for the rest of her life.
"Miss Ishtar, I know this will probably be extremely difficult, but I need you to tell me what happened to you today."
Ishizu sat up in the bed, holding her younger brother's hand.Her eyes were downcast, hervoice quiet and soft."...Odion had left to return for Egypt early that morning, leaving myself and Marik at the house alone. After he had gone to school, I was by myself doing chores and calling up a friend of mine. While I was in the shower...I heard some voices inside the house. Then I heard something break. I ran out of the shower as fast as I could to reach the phone, but one of them found me first."
Marik felt his sister's bandaged hand squeeze his tightly. He knew that the next part would be the hardest for her.
"...I felt myself being jerked around and thrown onto the bed...t-that's when he called the rest of them in. There were seven of them...all about Marik's age I think..."
Marik could see the tears falling from her bruised but still beautiful face, and held her closer as she continued.
"...one of them said something about how he didn't know "that punk had such a hot sister"...then he ripped off the towel that was wrapped around me...then...the next thing I know...he was on top of me..."
Ishizu was breaking down considerably, and Marik tried his best to console her. To no avail. She began wailing loudly, hugging tightly onto her younger brother. The middle-aged detective who was investigating the case sighed and put away his notebook. He stood, and put a hand on the young woman's shoulder.
"It's alright, ma'am. Take your time."
By this point in time, Marik just wanted to tell the detective to go screw himself. However he was too busy holding his sister, hearing her scream painfully loud as she remember what had happened to her less than a day earlier. Her screams, her pain...those were memories that he would have to deal with as well. He felt ashamed, not at his sister but rather for not being their to protect her.
Those bastards...they took my sister's joy and her innocence from her. When I found out who's responsible, I'LL TAKE THEIR LIVES!
No. Marik would show them no mercy now. He could tolerate them harassing him as much as they wanted. Picking on him and other children. Beating them up. Threatening to kill them. Now they had committed a sin that cannot be forgiven. They had broken one of the things that he held most dear to him. And now they would pay.
Tea walked up to the doorway of Marik and Ishizu's apartment. Truth be told, she really didn't know Ishizu that well and until recently didn't know Marik that well. Despite that, she couldn't help but wonder if the same thing would have happened to her if it hadn't been for Marik and Kaiba saving her. She knocked on the door and recieved no answer. She tried again, and recieved the same reward as before. The brunette then tugged on the knob of the door, and noticed that it was opened.
Marik heard his apartment's front door open, and cursed himself for not locking it earlier. He loaded his gun quickly, and slowly made his way towards the living room.
Tea looked around the large apartment, and noticed that Ishizu's favorite colors must be a dark royal blue and vanilla. The funiture, the rugs, even the television did not escape the color craze that was their living room. She noticed some paintings on the walls, and was slightly surprised that most of them were not of Ancient Egypt but of different places such as modern Rome, London, and Tokyo. Suddenly, her heart started to race as she heard a gun cock behind her.
"What the fuck do you want?" Marik held up the gun, ready to shoot if the girl did not explain herself quickly.
"I..I was just coming by to see if your sister was alright."
"WHAT KIND OF DUMB QUESTION IS THAT! SHE WAS RAPED!" Marik's tone was angry, bitter, frustrated, and sad all at once.
"Wh...what's that gun for?" Tea asked quietly, her mind already fearing the worst.
"What do you think? It's for making sure those punks don't get away with what they did to my sister."
Tea felt a lump grow in her throat. She had been through a lot of things, but staring down the barrel of a loaded gun wasn't one of them.
"What, you think these incompetent police will find out who did this with their 'investigation'? If they found out who did it, they'll probably just cover it up anyway. I'm not going to let them get away for defiling my sister that way!"
"Marik...please put down the gun." Tea asked of him softly. She knew that if she barked it out like an order, she would probably have a metal slug in her forehead.
"Get out..."
Tea took a step forward, knowingly risking her life.
"Please...you don't have to do it this way. Please..." Tea took another step forward, limiting the movement of anything else other than her feet.
"Don't come any closer...I WILL shoot you, Tea." Marik was visibly shaking as her eyes pleaded silently to stop the madness.
"I think that if you really wanted to kill me, you would have already." Tea stood now directly in front of him, the gun aimed directly into her forehead. She slowly reached up and moved the gun towards the floor...
Seto Kaiba rode in silence as he and his younger brother made their way to their respective schools. Mokuba was playing "World Duel Monsters Cup 2005" (A/N 1 on bottom) on his GBA, but was thinking about what had his brother so angry.
Seto isn't usually this grumpy...he was acting pretty much normal until the news came on last night. When he heard about that poor lady getting hurt, he just snapped. I mean, why is he so angry? I know he doesn't like to see people get hurt, but I've never seen him act that way unless I was involved. It's not like he and Miss Ishizu are especially close or anything...are they?
Well, that's it and that's all. I hope that this chapter didn't seem rushed or anything (granted it was, since I have a time limit on how long I can use this comp) because you people deserve better. Oh,
A/N 1: Just a made up name for the Yu-gi-oh! GBA game "7 Trials to Glory, World Championship 2005".
Oh...to those of you who have been reading and not reviewing (you know who you are), please feel free to leave one on the way out. Whether you love it or hate it, condone or don't condone, agree or disagree (ok, I'm being redundant) feel free to leave a comment on the way out. I'm shooting for 70 reviews, but I'll update if i get at least 60 (total, not for the chapter people). I'm all done I guess, thanks for reading.
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