By Jina-chan
A/N: Thanks to everyone who urged me to update. I hope chapter 2 was good. I'm a little nervous though, because I as I type this I got no reviews for it. NOOOO! I'm losing fans! WHY? I hate it when that happens. Well to anyone who still believes that I CAN update, enjoy.
Chapter 3: Am I in Love or Is It Just The Wine?
Isis opened the door to see her soon sister-in-law.
"Anzu, what troubles you?" Isis greeted her, noticing her worried face.
"Your brother." Anzu sighed.
"He's freaking you out isn't he?" The Egyptian shook her head. Before Anzu answered, Isis kept speaking. "Well, it could take you years to figure him out," Anzu gulped anxiously. "but there is one way to understand that nutcase." Isis paused.
"What?" She winced, afraid to know.
"Vodka dunked chocolate."
"Did you just say chocolate?"
"Did I stutter, kid?"
"No but some as simple as chocolate could make someone as complicated as Malik understandable..."
"What did you think I was going to say?"
"Um...undying love?"
"Love?" Isis laughed uncontrollably. "LOVE! AHAHAHAHA!" You thought LOVE you bring reason to him? AHAHAHA!" Isis rolled on the floor. When she calmed down, Isis stood up.
"That's a good one. But honestly, after being betrayed and lied to so many times in Eygpt, I seriously doubt love could ever help him now."
'Betrayed?' Anzu thought. "Okay so where am I going to get vodka if I'm just a few months shy from my 18th birthday?"
"Follow me." Isis led her into the kitchen and open the lower cabinet. Anzu's jaw dropped. Five cases of vodka and wine lined up together.
"What the heck do you need thirty bottles of alcohol for?"
"I have a high tolerance for alcohol. The thirtith one will knock me out." Isis replied with a monotone.
"It only takes me a half a bottle."
"I guess Malik doesn't need to know about that, does he?"
Images of her drunken self being attacked by her fiance raced through Anzu's mind. "No!" She said after the vision. "How many bottles does it take to get him?"
"Four or five bottles of vodka. And with beer it'll take forever. I think last time it was about fifteen." The sister said frankly.
"WHAT!" Anzu fell back. "What the heck is with your family's tolerance level?"
"This is the results of drinking games."
"Drinking games?"
"You recall Seto and the Pharaoh's repetive lines?"
"Oh god..."
"I should hide these in your house." Isis picked up a six-pack.
"My house? Why-" she began.
"I'm not having him drunk here. Besides you know your house better than my house." she mumbled in a dark tone.
"Well what about his house?" Anzu questioned.
"You don't want to be there with him intoxicated." Isis warned.
Anzu shivered and nervously said, "Let's head back to my place."
At the city park...
Malik walked in park through the rain. He grinned. "Finally, no one is here." Malik layed down on the edge of the stone fountain. He sensed someone near by. 'Bakura' he thought.
"Dammit." His purple eyes drifted to his right. He saw his 'old pal' walking toward him.
"What do you want, Bakura?" Malik said his name with bitterness.
"I just wonder how fun it must be knowing you won't die alone. Don't you, Mr. Romantic?"
"You know everything about it, don't you?"
"Thanks to your fiancee's worthless friends."
"So why bother to come to me, you annoying fool?"
"I want to know why you actually agreed to this." he growled
'Why is he so fired up?' Malik ignored his harsh tone and replied, "It was that or lose everything I own."
"Wouldn't Anzu do the same thing?"
"Not in my house she can." he smirked.
"Ha. You'll regret marrying her." Bakura walked away.
"What the hell does that mean?" Malik recieved no answer.
Meanwhile...
Anzu walked by the park that afternoon with a beer can in her hand, courtesy of Isis' advice to get used to the taste. Anzu spotted Malik. Her heart froze. 'Oh no.' she thought. 'I guess I better tell him to come to my place.' She sighed. 'He's alseep,' she realized when she was closer. The girl smiled. Anzu thought he seemed so calm, unlike when he was awake. She sat on the ground below him. Anzu place the can near her and relaxed.
"Father...where's father?" a soft voice called.
"Huh?" Anzu turned to see worry crossing Malik's face. 'His past.' she thought.
"What happened to him, Isis? Rishid?" he asked. "It's the Pharaoh!" He stopped calling out. Anzu watched the pain on his face fade as he slipped back into sleep.
"Poor guy. He's been torttured with this all his life." she mumbled. Malik's eyes slowly opened. Anzu scooted back. He moved his arm to the cold water and croaked, "What?"
She let out a sigh of relief. "Are you busy this evening?"
"Well I have work until nine...why?"
'Crap, nine? I don't him at my house with beer at 11 PM' Anzu thought.
"It's nothing." she said quickly.
Still tired, he guessed, "You were just going to ask me out, weren't you?"
"Ack...um yeah." Anzu looked at a tree in the distance. 'Am I that obvious?'
"Heh. Trying to break the hard ice, dear? Stupid."
A vein popped on Anzu forehead. 'Ungrateful jerk.'
"But I'll go along with it." He paused, noticing a beer can as he sat up. "Is this yours?"
"Yeah."
"Underage drinker. Tsk tsk." He got to his feet and stood next to Anzu. "You don't have the guts to drink this."
'!' Anzu looked at him with suprise.
"I am conficating this." He took a drink and started to leave. "I'll be at your house at 10, got it?"
"He is insane." Anzu sat down were Malik slept. The concrete was still warm. "But yet..."
Later...
Jonouchi stood near a white board. Honda, Otogi and him were trying to find ways to ruin the marrige plans. The board was blank.
"We've gotta give up, man. It's weeks and we haven't come up with a single idea."
Honda turned on the tv to watch 'Japan's Most Wanted.'
"Kidnap." he said mindlessly.
"Honda you're a genius! We can kidnap her before the wedding!"
"What?"
"Yeah!" Otogi and Jonouchi grinned and wrote down their plan. Honda was inevitably confused.
At Anzu's apartment...
A knock was at Anzu door. Smoothing out her skirt, she opened the door. Malik looked down at her with his cold eyes and stepped in. "You live by yourself?"
"Yeah."
'Perfect.' Malik thought.
"I have a feeling that Anzu is not going to like tonight's results." Isis said to herself as she looked out the window. "I hope no one's virginity will be at stake"
After two glasses of vodka, Malik was a little woozy. Anzu put white grape juice in her wine glass to trick him into think she was drinking also. Malik wasn't as scary now. Anzu had to turn off most of the lights because he was starting to fall asleep.
'This is going nowhere. If he falls asleep, I won't know a single thing about him. And who know what...' Anzu cut her thoughts short. 'No. Nothing will happen.'
"Malik?"
"Yes?" said a slightly drunk Egyptian on her sofa.
"Do you ever feel pain?"
"All the time" His half-open lilac eyes looked sad.
"From what?"
Malik hesitated. Thinking she was also feeling the alcohol effects and asking odd questions, he answered, "Never having a mother, losing my father...and burdens."
"Burdens?" she asked.
"Being a tombkeeper." he mumbled unhappily. Anzu thought about it for a moment 'He means the scars on his back. Malik has the whole story of the Pharaoh on his back.' she remembered.
"It sucks, my life." Malik spoke. "I guess that's why I hate you guys."
"You hate us?" Anzu whispered.
"You're all so friggin' happy. You have nothing to hide and not a care in the world about the past. But me- I have my whole childhood to hide, my life to put behind me. I know more about the pharaoh than he does himself!" Malik spat with anger.
"So then..." Anzu began with disappointment. "you can never truly love me?"
"I guess not." he replied coldly.
"Okay then. At least at least you were honest." Tears welled up in her eyes. She got up and went to the kitchen. 'Why do I care? It's just Malik.' Anzu put a hand over her mouth. 'Oh god, I'm crying. Stop crying! Stop it!' She slumped to the floor, shaking. 'I can't stop crying over him...' Anzu closed her eyes. When she opened them, Malik stood over her in shock. Anzu opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Malik sat down next to her and cupped her damp cheek. He hugged Anzu tightly saying, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry"
After the ordeal, Anzu fell asleep with her fiance by her side. Malik smirked. 'The poor child doesn't know what's coming.' He dug around in her closet.
'Found it! Good god...who knew Anzu was like this? What revealing lingrie...' Malik blushed a little. 'Anyhoo...time for evil plan number one. Slipped the vodka into her juice, sneaky girl tried to trick me. But failed, of course. Now that she's passed out beyond waking until morning, it's picture time! ' Malik pulled out a non-flash camera from a hidden pocket in his jeans. 'This is going to turn out very nicely.' Malik grinned at his unfolding plot.
He laid out the parts: the camera, a condom, her lingerie, and 2 packets of mayonaise. 'Now to get this on her.' he told himself, reffering to the pastel orange lacy babydoll. 'Oh shoot, I'm going to see her...' He paused as he looked at Anzu nervously. 'I should have thought about that earlier. Too late now.'
Malik began to unbutton her pajama shirt but stopped as he got to her cleavage. His hands were shaking. "Later." he reassured himself. Malik put his shirt and pants in a pile. He went back to unbuttoning her shirt. With Anzu's silk shirt sliding down her arms, Malik glanced at her breast.
'Aw crap! She has the face of an angel and the boobs of a harlot.' Hormones began to control Malik's brain as he propped up Anzu on his lap. She stirred but was still very drunk. He felt her chest as she as she began to wake. Anzu hugged her hormoned-ruled fiance. Her boobs pressed on his chest.
'NOOO! Must fight the power...gain control...restraint! Restraint! Ack! Her boobs are soft...'
She kissed his lips and they ended up making out. She suddenly whispered, "Malik, I want you..."
He backed off regaining his senses. He wondered if she was still drunk.
"...in me." His eyes widened in shock and he rushed out of the room.
"Holy Ra...did she really say that? This is Anzu. But what still, what if she meant it. That her concious is talking." He thought about it for a moment and quickly decided, "No, it doesn't matter. I have to stick with the paln." He took a deep breath and walked back into the room.
END OF CHAPTER 3
Jina-chan: Hey guys! I finally updated! I realized what great potential this story had so I went back to it! Your reviews really helped as well! And I kept my promise! This time I only took five months to update last time it was seven months. Gosh I'm lazy. Sorry I left you all on a cliffhanger. But now you guys can motivate me to update sooner. This story is now a year old and it features: three chapters, seven reviews and an insane now 15 year old writer. (cue evil laughter) Tell me your suggestions, thoughts, and answer this poll:
Should Malik open up more or continue being a jackass?
Malik: What? They shouldn't get a choice on who I am.
Jina-chan: Well you live in the U.S. buddy!
Malik: No I don't.
Jina-chan: Then you're illegal! But they still get to choose. Also yay for fluff or nay, we need agnst. Thanks for all whocommented and read!