by Jina-chan
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Chapter 4: It Can't be True...It Just Can't
Anzu woke up as sunlight splayed across her bed. She glanced around wonder why she felt warmer than she should have. Fully opening her bright blue eyes, she realized Malik was in her bed. Anzu let out a silent scream of panic. She freaked out even more when she saw she was wearing her provactive babydoll. Nothing made sense. She couldn't recall a thing after going to bed last night. 'What did I do?'
Malik got up before she could think things through. He moved on top of her. Anzu noticed he was only wearing his boxers...and that he had a sexy body. "Hey lovely," he said with a haughty voice. 'What the HELL happened last night!'
"Malik, what happened?" she asked, afraid to know the answer.
"What happened?" He looked at her with confusion. "You had sex with me, you naughty vixen." Her heart dropped. "Virgins these days, so eager."
"No. There's no way..."
"Anzu, you can't lie about it. I wouldn't take advantage of you."
"I was drunk. And you did take advantage of me! In my own house! How could you?" she shouted. Malik gave her a 'you're so bipolar' look and Anzu pushed him off of her. "Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!" She jumped out of her bed.
"You told me you love me, Anzu." Malik put on his clothes and left without another word.
"What is wrong with me?" Anzu said, the venom in her voice gone.
On the other side of town...
Malik stepped into his house with thoughts racing across his mind.
"Are you proud of yourself, Malik Ishtar?"
"Isis? How did you get into my house?"
"I have ways," she replied craftily. "What is in you to torture your fiancee?"
"She asked for what I did to her!" Isis was boiling with rage and yelled,
"Does this sound like she asked for it?" She hit a button on her cell phone and crying became audiable. "Listen." She hissed.
"Isis what the hell is wrong with your brother? (sniffle) All I tried to do was get to know him."
"What happened?" Isis' worried voice came on.
"He stole my virginity."
"He WHAT!" Anzu broke out in to loud sobs. Isis hit pause.
"Why would she get so worked up over that if I'm her soon-to-be husband?"
"Why did you trick her?"
"How did you-?"
"Because you wouldn't rape a girl no matter how much you hated her."
'Damn, she figured me out. Now Anzu will know.'
"But I won't tell her you didn't really take her virginity." Isis said after a pause. Malik looked up at her in disbelief. "Because I have a feeling one day you'll tell her when you learn to love her."
Malik snorted but acted as if he was coughing to avoid Isis' glare of death. "What's your plan, Isis?"
"To make sure you two do fall in love, I'm going to have to hurry up. You're going to live together."
He froze. "NEVER!"
"You guys are going to kill each other the day after your wedding if I don't do this now. I've already got a place that paid for the next couple of months."
"You're insane."
"I'm thinking of your well-being."
"You're thinking of fate!"
"You going to to end up cold and depressed like our father!"
Malik glared with fury. "Don't ever bring up father into something like this." He stomped upstairs.
At Domino High School...
"They're moving in together?" Jonouchi repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah...Anzu real pissed about it so I don't think we should bring it up." Honda warned.
"Don't even mention his name. She won't say but that guy really did something to her." Otogi added.
They looked at Anzu. She was always happy. Now she looked anything but joyful. A long list of emotions crossed her troubled face: anger, hate, depression, sadness, wanting, patience, impatience, confusion, wonder, amazement and exhaustion.
"Women are the most confusing creatures I've ever encountered." Honda sighed.
"What did you say? Did you say something intelligent?" Otogi asked.
"Huh?" he replied. Otogi smacked his head.
"What a brief stroke of genius," he commented.
"Boys, are you finished?" the teacher said, irrated with their conversation.
"We're men!" Jonouchi corrected.
"You're not men 'til you get laid!" someone in the back called. The class burst into a fit of laughter. All except for Anzu. The comment brought tears to her eyes and she quietly walked out of the class room.
All her friends noticed. Ryou followed her.
In the hallway...
Ryou turned into Bakura without Anzu noticing. He kept following until he heard her crying. "What's wrong, Anzu?"
Anzu turned around with wide eyes only to see Bakura, who she mistook for Ryou.
"Ryou! It's awful!" Bakura wrapped his arms around her to comfort the weeping girl.
"Tell me your troubles." They walked up the stairs leading to the roof. Anzu told him everything about the sudden engagement and how unhappy she had gotten. She left out what bothered her most: Malik and the vodka incident.
"There's more isn't there?" he said thoughtfully, as if he knew the events before she told him. Tears sprung into her eyes. Bakura cupped her cheek. "I don't have to know if it pains you."
Anzu inwardly smiled at his comfort. 'He's everything I wanted...but I got stuck with a cruel jerk.'
Bakura leaned towards her but she hesitated and he could sense her guard. "I'm sorry. I did not realize what romantic trouble you must be in." He stood up, glancing mournfully in the distance.
'I don't want anything like this just yet,' Anzu decided. It had been a week and several days since she last saw Malik and she knew that in two weeks' time, she would live in the same house as him. She sighed.
"It's best for us to get back to class, don't you think?" He remarked after a while.
"Yes."
At Anzu house, days later...
She laid on her bed, unable to sleep. "What did I do to deserve this?" Anzu picked up the silver locket from her bedside. 'He's so sweet.'
(Flashback)
Anzu walked up to the school roof. She had been going there often whenever she could. Anzu heard soft mumble. As she got closer she recognized it as singing. The words were in another language but it was in the voice of Ryou's yami.
"Himekepat go ishton gari me hakaimen toki toki sharin mey dako daemarin."
'It sounds so sad. Is it a mourning song?'
He began to sing it in their language.
"I've been watching you try to break away from this path of life, the path you never chose."
Anzu eyes widened. 'Who he is singing about?'
"Huti komup dar shingo tomaeru forn upi todae ema sharin ga sayo mai edo camaru te mire ke." Bakura paused and translated the next verse. "I want to help you run away than have you stuck to him because no one else loves you like..." He cut off the song.
'Like who? Who is he singing about...I have to know!'
"Anzu?"
"Eep!" she looked up to see Bakura looking at her. "Hey, Ryou."
"I'm Bakura."
"Right. Right. Hi Bakura. Your song was really good."
His eyes changed with embarrassment for a second but went back to its normal form.
"You heard me?"
"Yeah..I had no idea you could sing."
He blushed a little and looked away. "I'm not that great."
"It stinks how I'm going to leave you soon." Anzu said sadly.
Bakura stared at her, taken aback.
"I never really got the chance to know you. I hardly even know Ryou. I regret it now because..."
Bakura jumped off of his ledge and stood next to her. "Why?"
Anzu smiled as her eyes shimmered. "Because I could have been with you."
He hugged her. 'So she gets that the song was for her.' Bakura pulled out a silver necklace from his pocket. He put it around her neck and Anzu looked at him with confusion.
"So you're never alone."
"Bakura..."
(End Flashback)
Anzu put the necklace on. "And tomorrow I move in with Malik. Augh."
In the suburbs of Tokyo, a way off from Domino High...
Isis slapped the keys into Malik's hands. "Enjoy your new house!" she grinned cheerful and ran off to her car.
"Aren't you going to help me unpack?"
"Of course not!"
"Crazy old..." he began to mutter.
"Go get Anzu! Her stuff is already in the house." she shouted as she drove away.
Malik rolled his eyes and opened the door. He pushed his boxes inside. He looked around the room. It was spacious and had dark hardwood floor. He walked by the rooms. The kitchen was a little small and it didn't have a microwave.
He found the nonexistant beneficial, remembering the last time he had one, he almost blew Isis' house up. Malik was 13 and was living in Yemen with Isis and Rishid. He barely spoke Arabic and he had met a close friend there.
"Hala," he whispered. He shook his head as pain rose in chest. Malik continued walking.
"Bathroom...Closet...Washer room..." He stopped at the end of the hall. A closed door was in front of him. "Oh dear I hope..." he opened the door slowly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
In Anzu's living room...
"I wondered who screamed so loud?"
A couple of minutes later...
Malik recooperated from the shock. "WHY?" He sighed and took a couple of deep breaths. "I better get Anzu. She'll have the same shock as me. God, Isis is such a pervert." He went back outside to find many neighbors standing out on the driveway.
"What? There's nothing here!"
The people walked back totheir house disappointed that there was no story. They quickly muttered rumors to each other. Malik rolled his eyes and got on his motorcycle and drove out into the street.
In about fifteen minutes he reached her apartment building. He knew Anzu could hear him if he yelled because her open window faced the street.
"ANZU! GET DOWN HERE!" Malik roared.
The girl poked her head out of the window to see him. She rolled her eyes. "I'm coming!" she began muttering curses as she headed back inside. Malik made a mental note to teach her disipline. After a while, she got down to him.
"Did you have to make such a big scene?" Anzu asked with exhaustion.
"Yes." He handed her a helmet. "Get on."
Anzu took the helmet but looked a little nervous. He sensed her hesistation.
"I'm not going to get us killed."
"Whatever you say." Anzu mumbled. She fastened the helmet and sat down.
"Hang on really tight." he commanded as he began to start the motor.
Anzu wrapped her arms around his waist and Malik drove off. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the fluttering she felt in her stomach. 'He's so gosh darn warm.' Anzu seemed to be in a dream world for the rest of the ride. She woke up when the engine turned off. Malik didn't move or say anything. They stayed on the motorcycle for a couple more minutes when Malik finally said,
"Let's go before the neighbors begin to make even more rumors."
Anzu sleepily inquired, "We have noisy neighbors?"
"Look around."
Anzu saw people staring at them through her shaded visor. "Ack! And it felt so nice too."
"What?"
"Nothing." Anzu let go of her fiance and they got of the motorcycle. The two quickly got inside.
"Wow. This is nice."
Malik snickered a little. "It is!" she repeated.
He shook his head, knowing the suprise at the end of the hall. "Let's just get these boxes unpacked." Pulling out a pocket knife, he cut open a box. Anzu picked up one of her suit cases and asked, "Where's the bedrooms?"
"At the end of the hall." he replied without looking up.
She walked down the small hallway and one saw one door remaining. "Oh crap." She put it down and opened the door.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Malik chuckled.
"OH MY GOD! THERE'S ONLY ONE MATTRESS!" she shouted.
He walked up and said, "Isn't my sister hilarious?"
"She came up with it?" Anzu choked.
"Yeah, you just had the same reaction I did."
"Why would you have the same...you were the one who--"
"I didn't Anzu." he said over his shoulder as he went back to the living room.
"Wha?" Anzu was confused. 'I've been lied to?'
"I didn't do anything to you." Malik repeated. "Get it?"
Anzu tried to push the thoughts away and unpack ed her clothes. There was two seperate closets. She picked the left one and got out the hangers. After 30 minutes she came out of the bed room and got the lamps and furniture rearranged. Malik had taken care of the bath room and kitchen so she took a look at the backyard.
It was wide and had a brick patio. A small garden had plants and colorful flowers from the previous owner. Anzu liked the backyard.
"Anzu." Malik called from inside. She turned around and inwardly smiled. Malik's long platinum blond hair was in a braid. He wore a long cream colored tunic over his jeans. 'He so freaking hot.' she thought.
"We have to go to the food market."
"Okay." She followed him back inside. They walked outside to the bus stop. Anzu enjoyed the spring breeze blowing. It was April and the sun was partically hidden by light gray clouds. Her shoulder-length brown hair swayed in the wind.
"It's going to rain soon." he said suddenly.
She looked up. "How can you tell?"
"There are thick gray clouds coming from the west and the bird are flying east."
Bird were chirping frantically and flying away.
"If this bus doesn't hurry up, we're going to be stuck in the storm."
He was right. The clouds covered the sun and a shower was beginning to fall. The bus arrived just in time and they got in.
They sat down in the back. Malik closed his eyes and Anzu stared out of the window.
'So he didn't really take my virginity then. He just tricked me into thinking that. I wonder why he would go through all the trouble for it?'
She looked at him. 'Why is he so hard to understand? Is he just making himself unhappy? Or did something happen...' She saw the food store on the other side of the street and pulled the bell. The driver rammed the brakes and Malik flew forward. Anzu caught him but fell off her seat. Malik stared at her with wonder. The bus driver coughed loudly.
"Um, this is our stop." she said awkardly as she got up. Anzu grabbed her purse and ran out of the bus with Malik behind her.
"What was that about?" he interoggated as the bus drove away.
"Well you were going to fall on your face if I didn't do something."
"Not that. The look you gave me."
"What about the look you gave me?"
"I was looking at you because you were looking at me with...with this pity!"
"I wasn't pitying you!"
"Well you were in your thoughts."
Anzu looked down. She was trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
"I want to know why you're so twisted and angry with me all the time!"
Malik was taken aback.
"In your sleep you were calling out to your father and I thought that's why you were pissed."
His icy glowed with rage. He tightened his fist Anzu winced and took a few steps back.
"You don't know shit about me." he growled. Malik turned and stormed off to the plaza.
Anzu stood on the sidewalk and sighed. "I thought he was gonna kill me. Just what the hell is his problem?"
She began to walk home through the rain but quickly stopped.
"Dammit! He had the keys! AUGH!" Anzu looked to the plaza. He was gone. "No way am I going back to him."
She ran to the nearest build and stood under the roof. Taking out her cell phone she began to dial Ryou's phone number. Bakura picked up the phone after two rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bakura!"
"Anzu? What's up?"
"I'm stuck in the rain and I don't have the keys to my house. Can I stay your place for an hour or two?"
"Yeah. Where are you now?"
"I'm by the Tokuni Bank on Gyan Street."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Shortly after, a black car beeped the horn near Anzu. The window rolled down and she saw Bakura. He waved at her and she rushed to the car door. The girl got in and he drove away from Motokuse Plaza. Anzu looked back uneasily, hoping Malik wouldn't mind her trip.
"You're dripping wet, Anzu." Bakura said.
She hadn't realized it until he told her and began to shiver.
"How did you end up out there so far from your house?"
"I moved in to a new place." She cautiously added, "With Malik."
Bakura inwardly frowned. "Damn," he said under his breath. "He left out there, didn't he?"
"Yeah," She looked really sad about it but then she quickly said, "But I'm fine now, Bakura. I'm glad you're letting me come over on such short notice."
"It's no problem." He smiled at her.
They arrived at his house and Bakura leapt out of the car with an umbrella. He came to her side and open the door.
'Aw...' she thought.
He escorted her and opened the door the two-story house.
"Whoa,"
"Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?"
"Very."
"It's not as good when you're by yourself." He glanced at Anzu. She frowned. "But you're here so that's okay."
Anzu went up the stair to dry off. Bakura gave her one of his shirts so she wouldn't get sick. Anzu liked the blue flannel button-up. She laid on his camel colored leather couch and closed her eyes.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked her.
"No, no. I'm fine, just a little tired." Bakura left her alone as she took a nap.
Some time later...
Anzu woke up to the smell of a spicy lamb skillet. She walked out of the dark living room and saw Bakura cooking in the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Anzu! You're not vegetarian, are you?" he asked.
"No. That smells really good." Anzu came closer. She could smell herbs and peppers along with rice and lamb.
"It's one of my favorite dishes."
The food was ready and Bakura set the table. They sat down and Anzu took a bite. She smiled.
"It's wonderful." He grinned.
"Thank you."
After they ate, Anzu looked at the old clock. Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, is it really six p.m?"
"It's off by a couple of minutes but yes, it's around that."
"Oh man..." Anzu panicked. 'We left the house at four. I'm in so much trouble. Wait, why do I care? He left me. I am not going to worry about someone who doesn't worry about me.'
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I just remembered something to do later."
"Hey where's your bathroom?" Anzu asked.
"Oh, I should give you a tour of upstairs." He led her up the carpeted stairs. The hall had five doors. He pointed to each one and said, "Bedroom, bedroom, closet, bedroom and bathroom."
She went in the modern bathroom and brushed her hair dry. Anzu tried to get rid of the twitching in her stomach. 'He doesn't care, he doesn't care.' she told herself.
Opening the door, she went back downstairs to Bakura. He was reading an Arabic book and lying down on the couch. Anzu sat next to him. He closed the book and smiled at her. She gave him a hug.
"Thank you for letting me come over."
"You're welcome." He kissed her cheek.
Later...
It was almost eight p.m. when Bakura drove her home. They kissed each other and she got out.
"Are you sure he's home?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Good night."
"Night!" he called as he rolled up the window. The black car drove off into the night. Anzu got onto her porch and touched her swollen lips. She pulled her shirt and looked at her shoulder. A purple mark showed on the pale skin. Anzu felt bad but good at the same time.
"He won't know." she remarked. 'I didn't cheat on Malik because Malik doesn't love me anyway.'
She knocked on the door. Nothing. "Is he not home?" She checked her cell phone to call him and noticed eight missed calls. There were all from Malik. Anzu was stunned.
"This is bad."
(End of Chapter 4)
Jina-chan: Bet none of you saw that coming! Oh the drama. The suspense! Don't you just love it? I'm sorry for the lack of humor. I've kind of made it a bit too agnsty/dramatic, huh? And here is a review of this chapter from Isis!
Isis: What drove Anzu to cheat on Malik? Where is Malik? Since when did he begin to care? Who's Hala? Why do we care? Why is Bakura going along with this affair? Will I ever stop asking questions? Find out in Chapter 5 of My Unwanted Egyptian Wedding!
Jina-chan: Review guys!