A/N: Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news: the next two chapters after thiswill probably be the longest chapters I've written for this fic (Which isn't saying much, but you get the idea). The bad news...they are going to be the last two. As much as I've enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you've enjoyed reading it, I think it's time for me to wrap this up and move on to other things that have been itching at my brain. Rest assured though, this fic will go out with a strong finish. I promise. Enjoy the chapter.

Warning: This chapter contains graphic language that some may consider inappropriate. Read at your own risk.

Angry People

Chapter 16

Marik wasn't usually an early riser, especially on Saturday mornings. Either he'd sleep in until Ishizu literally pulled him off of his bed, or watch anime DVDs until he decided it was time to join the rest of Earth outside. Well, this wasn't a usual Saturday. He was going out with friends for a full day out in the city, something that he was sure he had not done before. They were going to the mall's video game store, Jabroni's, for a card game show and a look at some of the new video game consoles that were comming out on the market. Then, a quick movie in the afternoon, probably some predictable, boring comedy. Finally, a group dinner at a restaurant downtown. The food would no doubt be a little pricey, but definitely worth it. What did the teenager choose to wear on this most excellent day? Just a pair of blue jeans, blue and white sneakers and a white T-shirt that he would iron after breakfast. Simple, but clean enough so he could most places without being mistaken for a bum. As he walked into the kitchen with only a pair of boxers on, saw his sister looking down at a piece of paper. He peered over he shoulder to see what he was reading, but caught a whiff of a scent that was once an all-too-familar staple of their home.A stench that he had hoped not to ever smell again.

His sister reeked of alcohol.

"Good morning, sister." He mumbled.

"Is it really?"

He could tell that her speech was a bit slurred, and her breath smelled of whiskey. "You're drunk, Ishizu."

She laughed at his observation. "I'm not drunk...I only had about half a bottle of Jack Daniels!" Ishizu tried to stand up, but would have fallen on the floor if not for her brother.

"You promised not to drink again, after Father died. Remember?"

Ishizu looked at him, her drunken mind barely able to process what he had said. "Shut up, you little snot. I'll drink when I want!" The raven-haired young woman was reaching for the half-empty bottle next to a small stack of papers, but the bottle was quickly snatched up by her younger brother.

"Sister, you've had enough." Marik held the bottle at arm's length away from her as she attempted to wrestle the bottle away from him, but barely had enough strength about her toreach for the bottle.

"You little prick...no wonder everybody in town hates us!" She was clearly getting worked up by her brother refusing to let her drink more, and was about to let him have it.

"You stick your nose where it doesn't belong, you walk around sulking with a frown on your face all day, and don't get me started on that slut you've been seeing!"

Marik frowned. He knew that she didn't mean it. The alcohol had taken away her normally rational mind. "Please don't talk about Tea that way."

"I'll do as I damn well please, you bastard!" She tried to stand again and managed to stand up with the aid of the table, which she used to prop herself up. "I've heard she fucked half of the football team when she was a FRESHMAN! I guess you like slutty girls though, don't you."

Marik shook his head. "You need to rest. I can already tell that your hangover's going to be terrible."

She didn't seem to hear him.Marik could look at her silk, royal blue pajama outfit had been repeatedly stained with liquor and vomit. As she decided to speak again, she managed to give him a brutal backhand across the face without falling to the floor.

"You love sluts don't you?" Ishizu laughed a little; a eerie, disturbing laugh that her teenage brother had not heard before. "Tell me, is she as tight as she looks?"

Marik couldn't even respond now, he just stood there, mouth agape. His eyes were full of pity for his older sister, who appeared to have been deeply troubled by something.

"You know, when those guys...raped me...the were mentioning her." Her voice went as deep and gruffy as it could. "Say boys, who do you think would be tighter, this bitch or that Gardener girl?...Dunno, Rick, but there's no way in hell that third-rate cheerleader is hot as this woman naked!...Damn right, Johnny! Move outta the way, I want in that!"

She then began to mimic the horrible violation that had occured just a few weeks earlier. Her hips thrust back and forth furiously, holding onto the chair as if it were the victim. Marik could see her tears. Hell, he could feel his own on his face. What had driven his siter to this insanity? She appeared to have been recovering well from the rape, and things had been going better than expected at the museum she had helped to open. What was wrong with her?

"When they finished, you wanna know what they said, Marik? Huh? While I was losing conciousness, they said when you wake up, blame that sand nigger of a brother of yours. And guess what?" She tried walking over to him again, but tripped and fell to the floor.

"I HATE YOU!"

Marik sat on the floor, holding his sister as she kicked, screamed and punched at him.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Marik held her, gently whispering words of encouragement as she began to calm down. When she finally had went to sleep, he carried over to the couch and covered her in a blanket. Even in her sleep, she look so troubled. He looked down at her tearstained face and gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, sister."

Tea had made her way to Yugi's house, where he and the rest of the gang were watching a wrap-up show from the soccer state championships, from which they had come home from last night.

"So, Michael, what do you take away from these finals?"

"Well, De La Salle continues it's dominance in Division III, they were easy winners as they just drill San Dimas 6-0. Of course that huge win by Ajax, the number 15 seed in the Division II bracket, over West Sacramento 3-2. But the one thing that I'll remember most,a young freshman by the name of Jaden Yukiscoring the game winning goal inthe closing minutesto beat MacAuthur in Division I 1-0. That's a goal that Domino City or that young man will not soon forget."

"Indeed, and it gave their young coach David Perry his first state title and the school's first title in nearly a decade. Well, for my colleague Michael Tubbs, I'm Jimmy Caine. Good night and see you next season."

Joey stretched and yawned as he turned off the television. "Sup, Tea? Where's Marik?"

Tea looked around the room, about asclueless as her friend. "I have no clue. He told me last night he would be here around 11:30." The girl frowned as she looked down at her watch. "It's already half past noon; we'd better get going."

Yugi nodded his head in agreement. "Maybe you can call him and tell him to meet us at the mall."

Tea smiled. She wanted to do what her gut told her and just vent about being stood up, but something told her to hold back. Something didn't feel right.

Seto Kaiba had gone through his usual Saturday morning routine: watch cartoons with Mokuba, get in a quick workout in his state-of-the-art gym, and go about the buisness of running his company. After giving a poor intern a tounge-lashing for failing to bring him his afternoon agenda before 11:01 A.M., he locked himself into his office for a long workday.

That game store is opening today downtown, and the owner has requested that I be present. The only reason that I will go is that my new version of the Duel Disk will be released there exclusively. It should be a profitable adventure for both of us...

Kaiba was pulled from his thoughts by his phone's constant buzzing.

"THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT!" Seto loved to harass and intimidate his employees. He took satisfaction in watching them squirm, or even just stutter from the sound of his icy voice.

"Um...Mister Kaiba, sir, a Detective Carter here to see you."

All buisness had definitely come to a hault.

Well, one down, two to go. As this fic starts to come to a close, I would like to ask if anyone who has been reading and not reviewing to review. And if you think anything is wrong or out of place, say so! I would rather you say something than nothing at all. Hehe, all the reviews so far have been surprisingly positive. When I started, I certainly did not think that would be the case. Thanks to everybody for reading, and have a happy holiday season.

BDB...out.