Chains
A Yugioh Fanfiction
Chapter 2: Wounded
By: Legacy of Darkness
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: R (Possible rape, abuse, and lots of blood... maybe in future chapters?)
Disclaimer: You all know I don't own YGO. If you think otherwise, I feel bad for you.
I am acually writing this within days of the first chapter. I have a lot of time on my hands, seeing as it's Regents week in my school. I, been a freshman, am excused, so I have the week off. Why there are regents in the middle of the year, don't ask. I don't know; my school's wierd like that. Anyway, know that the first chapter was written days before it was posted. I was kinda not allowed to post anything for 'bout a week or two since my one-shot "Before I Go" was removed, don't know why, so don't expect quick updates like this one.
Even though it got lonely sometimes, Mizaki Anzu was glad her parents weren't home. It made it so much easier to bring Malik into her house. She guided him over to the black, leather couch in her livingroom, where he took a seat. His head wasn't faring any better and his stomach wasn't being helpful either. He brought his hand up to his face and lowered face so that is sandy, blonde locks covered his closed eyes. Anzu knelt down and rested her hands on his lap, looking up at him with concern.
"You okay?"
"My head won't stop spinning... "
His voice was quiet and weak, an unusual tone for him to take. There was a short silence. Anzu spoke up again, her voice almost a whisper. She didn't want to make his condition worse.
"When was the last time you got some sleep?"
She knew she sounded like a nurse, but what else was she going to do? She wasn't going to know what was wrong with him if she didn't ask. She couldn't read minds. Malik let out a small, humorless snicker.
"I don't even know."
Anzu stood up to go get him a blanket and maybe a pillow so he could sleep on the couch when she noticed a dark, wet spot on the left arm of his black jacket.
'... Blood?'
Not really conscience of her action, she briskly grabbed him above the elbow and jerked his arm up so she could see it clearer. Malik looked up at her, a look of confusion and anger, but she didn't care. She pushed his arms out of the way and procided to removing his jacket. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt under it. She pulled it off his left arm revealing a badly bandaged wound, soaked in blood. She was right. She, then, relized what she had done, but it was too late. Malik had turned his head to his right, his hair covering his lavender orbs once more.
"What happened?"
Her voice was quiet, yet stern. She didn't know why she cared so much, but she did. She needed to know what happened to him.; she just did.
"I..."
Malik knew he had to answer, but he couldn't. He wanted to lie, but it was hard to come up with a possible explination for the wound. It was a deep gash and it couldn't have come from a everyday accident. They both knew that. Anzu, realizing Malik wasn't going to answer, backed off. She retreated into the hall. Malik assumed she went to go get something to treat his wounds with. He didn't have time to think about it. His dizziness took over him and he collapsed to the side on the couch, letting the darkness consume his conscienceness.
Malik let out a small, pained moan as he sat up. Even though the world had seemed to stop moving around him, the dizziness hadn't gone away completely. That and it had taken a good toll on his stomach.
'Good thing I haven't eaten in a while...'
Then, he noticed her. Anzu had fallen asleep beside him, kneeled on the floor, her head resting on the couch her hair barely touching his shirt.
'She looks... peaceful.'
He couldn't help but stare. She looked so innocent and pure, like an angel. He sat there, leaning on his good arm.
'My arm... it's bandaged. No wonder she fell asleep here. You did this while I was out, didn't you?'
Malik gentle strocked her cheek with his fingers, a soft, loving look in his eyes. He could never let her see that look. He had made that mistake once before. He had fallen in love and ended up hurt. He wasn't one to make mistakes twice. He gave her a soft kiss on her soft cheek, taking the only chance he could. That moment he promised himself not to fall for Mizaki, not that he wasn't going to play around first.
"Hey, wake up."
Nothing.
"Hey, Anzu!
A moan. Some progress, right...?
'This isn't working.'
There was no way for him to get off the couch with out jumping over her and that was something he was not in the mood for.
'I know!'
Malik slowly bet down over her, whispering into her ear first, making sure his breath hit her.
"... Apricot."
He could see the shivers run down her spine. It was working.
"Wake up?"
"... No..."
Finaly a response.
'Good. That means she's only half asleep, which means...'
"Alright then..."
His voice was deep and husky now. He was trying to seduce her now, just to make it so much sweeter. He leaned in and brought her ear into his mouth, nipping at it lightly. Her moans surprised him a bit, but he didn't stop. Instead, he continued, pleasuring himself with the little sounds she made. It just felt so good...
'No... Stop!'
Somehow she managed to push him away, her face flushed. Malik look at her, a sense of lust in his eyes. She couldn't stand that look. She slapped him. Hard. Malik didn't move, his face to the side from the blow, his eyes wide. There was a sudden silence. The two refused to move. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing.
Ring. Ring.
Anzu stood up slowly and walked over to the side table. She took a deep breath before picking up. She didn't want her voice to hint what had just happened. Malik had regain composture by now and had lowered his head listening to Anzu's voice. Even though she sounded a bit more serious then she usually did, there was still that cheerfulness in her tone.
'How can does she do that... How does she always sound so... happy?'
Anzu rested the phone back on its cradle. She let out a soft sigh, drawing the Ishtar's attention. She walked toward him, ignoring the look he gave her, and looked straight into his lavender orbs, as if searching for something. Malik was more-then-half expecting her to yell at him, to start screaming about respect and personal space, but she didn't. Anzu lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towand it. She was so warm. He fought the urge to take her hand in his. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her. He wanted her.
'I can't even follow my own advice...'
He had promised himself to not fall for her, but who says he wasn't already in love? Malik knew he had fallen for her back at Battle City. She was the reason he was in Domino. He wanted--needed to see her again. This was probably his last chance...
"Your fever's down..."
Malik wanted to kick himself in the ass. All he could think about was having her, making her his, and here she was worrying about him. He slowly open his eyes, avoiding her gaze.
'I'm so selfish...'
Anzu noticed the guilt dripping from his features. It olny made her feel quiltier. She liked it. She liked feeling his warm breath on her ear, his kisses and nips. They were so tempting, so seductive...
'It just lust. I have to get over it. I don't love him.'
Maybe if she said it enough, it would come true...
Water dripped from his sandy blonde hair. Since Anzu hadn't "allowed" him to leave, claiming he still had a slight fever and that his dizziness could get the better of him, he decided to take a shower. He needed it. He made his way down the upstairs hall, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants Anzu had gotten him, probably her father's. She had gone to the basement to drop off his clothes in the washing machine last time he had seen her. He was about to go down the stairs when he noticed pink walls, through a slightly open door. Malik slowly walked over and pushed it open. Pink. It was everywhere.
'She doesn't have a sister, so...'
He made his way inside, taking in as much as he could. It surprised him that her room was so... girly. He had imagined blue, or even white, as the theme in her room, but never pink. Yeah, she was a girl, and yeah, she dressed and acted like a girl, but she wasn't particulary girly. The Anzu he knew spent most, if not all, of her time with guys. Pink was not a guy color.
'Well, she is a girl.'
"What are you doing in here?"
Malik spun around. Anzu was leaning against the entrance, her arms folded over her chest.
"Apricot! I-I was just--"
"Please don't call me that."
Malik raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. A slight blush made it way to Anzu's face. He had a way of doing that.
"Why? Isn't that what your name means?"
"Yeah, so?"
He shrugged.
"Whatever. I'm still gonna call you that."
Anzu shot him a look. He ignored the daggers shot at him and walked out of the room, stopping right infront of her, to make sure he heard her.
He was so close, se could feel the heat radiating off of his bare chest. It was now that she wished she had gotten him a shirt, but then again it was so inviting... His eyes were half-lided and his voice was low and husky.
'I hate it when he does that... he's doing it on purpose.'
"I never imagine you to be so girly, Apricot."
He made sure to put an emphasis on the nickname he had given her.
"What? Malik!"
He manged to get out of her room in one piece and ran down the stairs, Anzu on his tail. Half way down the hall she caught up to him, jumping onto his back. Out of the shock of the additional wieght, Malik stumbled, Anzu still on him, and hit his left shoulder against one of the walls. A groan of pain left his throat as he landed on his knees, clenching his wound. Anzu imidietly let go, crouching in front of him.
"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry!"
Malik shook his head, wincing in pain. Anzu helped him up and led him to the bathroom, which was only a few feet away. He sat on the tolietseat and Anzu began to scavenger the medicine cabnit. The pain had died down by now, but he didn't stop her. She took out a few bandages from the cabnit and walked over to him. She slowly, and gently, beagn to remove the old bandages. The impact had caused the wound to start bleeding again. As Anzu proceded in cleaning the wound, Malik couldn't take his eyes off of her. She cared for him so much, even though he had hurt her years ago. He admired that. He looked uo to her. She was all he always wanted to be. She was all he wanted.
'Thank you, Apricot. Please heal all my wounds.'
Awww! It just came to me... This chapter was short, I admit it, but I'm trying to base every chapter to the title I give it. I write as I go. I'll try to make the next one longer, promise. I know Malik had a bit of OCness, but I figured he needed to loosen up, and besides, the worst is coming up. I had to build some sort of relationship between the two. Just tell me what you think...
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