Chains
A Yugioh Fanfiction
Chapter 3: Lost Boy
By: Legacy of Darkness
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: R (Rape, abuse, and lots of blood... maybe in this chapter... maybe in the future?)
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. I know that. You know that. Hell, everyone knows that.
Warning: Possiblity of rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling. Sorry if you don't like this kinda stuff-- then again you wouldn't have been reading this far, huh? The past chapters didn't have many of the mentioned, though...
Domo arigatou to all you people out there who read my story, even you non-reviewers out there. I know I said I'll keep writing even without a lot of reviews, but I just remembered something. The reason I didn't continue me story "Shadows" on which I planning to rewrite and post on was because I didn't have any motivation. I not sayin' you have to review, I'm just sayin' it would be highly appreciated. I'm sorry for the wait, but we're finally getting closer to the main point of the story. Let me not waste more time...
"Where are you going?"
Malik turned around to face a very concerned Anzu. She was leaning against the wall looking down at the suddenly hardwood floor, a small blush on her face. The Ishtar was dressed in clothes and ready to walk out the door, pulling on his jacket.
"Why? You want me to stay?"
"It's just..."
"Hello. Mizaki, speaking."
Anzu's voice was still shaky. She could still feel Malik's warmth...
#Hi, Anzu. How are you?#
"Oh, hi mom. I'm okay..."
Maybe if she sounded relaxed, her mother would belive it. The brunette was so glad she wasn't there to see the nervous look on her face. Her parents, Mizaki Ayao and Hisoka, had gone to Nagasaki for a business meeting. Both were lawyers working in the same law firm, Hades &Co., the firm were they met each other.
#Look, baby, I'm sorry, but your father and I have to stay here a little longer. The confrence was delayed for awhile. A few days, I think...#
"It's okay. That meeting's important, right? Stay as long as you need to."
Blue eyes glanzed over to the dirty blonde on the counch. His bangs were covering his lilac orbs. She knew he was listening. Thank God the phone didn't have a speaker.
"... I'll be fine."
#Alright then. If you get lonely don't hesitate to invite Yuugi or one of your other friends to stay over, okay?#
'I wonder what she'd say if I told her about Malik...'
"Okay. When are coming back?"
#I don't know... Maybe Sunday?#
"Oh..."
'Today is Wednsday. Another four days... '
#I'll bring you something back, okay? Maybe a Castella cake or some Toraya candy?#
Anzu's sweet tooth took over her. Her mother knew exactly how to cheer her up.
"Really! Thanks, mom."
A soft giggle came from the other side of the phone. Mizaki Ayao knew how much her daughter loved sugar and hearing her so excited, made her day.
#Alright, then. I'll call you later. It seems your father wants candy now, too.#
Anzu laughed. She could just imagine the man jumping around, nagging his wife for sweets. He'd done it before.
"Okay. Bye, mom."
The conversation she had had earlier that day with her mother suddenly rang in her head again. If Malik left now, she'd be alone for the next four days. She wasn't going to invite Yuugi, like her mother had suggested. Inviting Yuugi meant inviting Jounouchi and she knew he'd try to start a party in her "parent-free" house. Right now, Malik was the only company she could get.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I'll see you, though?"
Anzu gave a him a soft nod. Even though neither wanted to admit it, they had fun the past few hours. Malik had refused to tell her what was going on in his life, but she accepted. It was none of her business, even if she was curious, especially about the wound on his arm, but what else was she going to do? If didn't want to talk she couldn't make him. They had spent the day playing around, telling crazy stories they had heard, when he wasn't annoying her. They had learned a lot about each other in the past few hours, even if they didn't relieze it. Malik walk over to the brunette, using his finger to lift her face, so she was looking at him. His eyes showed her something she had never seen in him. Affection. Anzu found herself lost in the depths of his eyes again, lost in their spell. Her eyelids became heavy, as Malik leaned in, pressing his lips against her's. She slowly granted him entrance and his gratefully slipped his tongue inside her mouth, licking every spot he could. Anzu lost herself in their passionite kiss, her first kiss. Malik pulled away, as the lack of oxygen became an issue, and rested his forehead on her's, waiting for her reaction. Thirty seconds seemed like a lifetime, but she spoke, soft and wanting.
"Stay."
It sounded more like a request then an order. He wanted to stay, but he couldn't. He wanted to protect her, from his past, from his pain.
"... I can't."
A short pause.
"You'll come back?"
A smile crept its way to his lips, his soft, passionate lips.
"... I promise."
Mizaki Anzu lay herself on the couch and turned on the tv. She had made it a habbit of her's when she couldn't sleep. Midnight tv sucks, so she satisfied herself with watching the news. Maybe something interesting might happen in Domino for once...
#... A young man was reported missing about a week ago in outskirts of Tokyo. It is believed that he is now somewhere in the prefecture of Domino or in the surrounding area. His unofficial guardian, Kurosaki Sumire, has offered a sum of ¥1,000,000 to anyone who can find him...#
Anzu almost fell off the couch when she heard how much Kurosaki was willing to pay for someone whom she didn't even have legal guardianship over. She quickly turned up the volume. Maybe she'd be lucking enough to reconized the missing person. A woman in her late twenties was now on the screen, crying her hazel eyes out. She had long, light brown hair that reached down her back. She was dressed in every expensive looking clothes. In the eyes of the common, she was a model.
'That must be Kurosaki...'
#Well, Ms. Kurosaki, when was the last time you saw him?#
The woman had now controled a sobs to an extent, enough to talk at least. Her voice was smooth and pleasent, suiting her beauty.
#About a week ago... He went out and... and he didn't come back... #
#Can you give us a discription?#
#He's nineteen... 5' 11"... dark skinned... sandy blonde... oh, and he had lavender eyes... #
'Malik!'
Anzu couldn't help but picture him. How many dark skinned teenagers where there out the with blonde hair and lavender eyes, especially in Japan?
#What is his name?#
#... I always called him Night... but his name's Malik, Ishtar Malik.#
Anzu couldn't believe it. First the tombkeeper appears out of thin air and then some rich lady is offering a million yen for him. Ten thousand dollars. All she had to do was wait for him to come back and then...
'I could just call the lady... but why did he run away? She seems so... perfect. Maybe he got lost. Nah! He isn't that stupid. He wouldn't have made it all the way here. Maybe she was smuthering him too much... or maybe she's over-protective. He is a very independent guy...'
She turned of the tv and made her way back to her bedroom. Memories of the blonde wouldn't leave her alone. She kept seeing his pained eyes and his wound and... his lips. He had stolen her first kiss, a kiss she had foolish enough to accept. She couldn't help it. It felt good. As she layed herself down on her bed, looking up at the celing, she strocked her lips. She could still feel his warmth...
'Malik? No way I like him. It's all physical. Lust. That's what it is. He's a total jerk. I mean, only good thing about him is his body...'
A mental image poped into her head. She had seen his bare chest after he had showered. She was the one that had given him the pajama pants to start with. He had refused to wear the shirt, claiming it was too big. It wasn't. It acually fit him pretty well, he just didn't want to wear it. Malik had obviously been working out, since his muscles were hard and defined. His body was dripping with water and his tan skinned shined with the added moisture. What had surprise her the most, was the fact that he was almost hairless. The only hair she saw on his body was the hair on his head. It's not like she'd seen him completey naked to know for sure, but the way he wore his pants, so low on his hips... A strange heat came over her as she recalled every detail of his body. An arousal. The attraction was definitly physical.
"What do you want, Mizaki?"
Anzu couldn't meet his cold eyes. Why did he hate her so much?
"Well, I need you to tell me where someone is... I mean find that person for me?"
It sounded more like question. Kaiba Seto looked at the other brunette. She didn't seem as confident as she she usually did. He looked up from his computer screen. How did she get in his office, anyway?
"What do I get out of this?"
She shot him a look. Why was he so self-centered? Couldn't he just do favors for people without asking for something? Of course not. He was a Kaiba and just any Kaiba. The Kaiba Seto. The young brunette let out a small sigh. What did she have that he wanted?
"... I guess I'll owe you one."
Seto smirked. He loved in when people owed him. It meant he could manipulate them antway he wanted; the problem was that she didn't want such a big favor, herself. He couldn't claim more then what was owed, but there was nothing else he wanted from her.
'It'll have to do...'
"I guess you do."
Surprise ran across her face. Was he really going to do this for her?
"Name?"
Anzu shot out of her shock. He sounded irritated now.
"Kurosaki Sumire."
Seto raised a brow.
"Kurosaki? Why do wanna know where that slut is? You don't know her."
Now she was really confused.
"And you know her?"
"Of course. She's gotten married about four times and every time her rich husband dies under a 'mysterious sercumstance.' Four times is not a coindence."
"Still does explain how you know her. You one of her whores?"
Anzu loved the way the CEO's face twisted in response to her words. He seemed so insulted, yet here he was talking freely about a slut he plainly knew a lot about. After a moment he regained his composture and looked down at his flat screen, a emotionless expression on his face.
"She wanted me to be one of her... lovers."
'Well, he is good looking.'
She seemed to be saying that a lot lately, about a lot of guys. Maybe her loneliness was catching up to her or maybe she was learning to admit her feelings before it was too late. She had made that mistake with Atemu and now he was gone.
"She's in the Maple Hotel. Room 24-38."
Anzu gave a quick note of Seto's words. She didn't have paper or pencil to write it down, anyway.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, whatever. Just get out; I have to work."
She knew it was his way of saying 'you welcome'. She bowed down deeply before walking out off the office. Seto sighed as she left. He only hoped Anzu had good reasons for assosiating with such a dangerous woman.
"You believe Seto Kaiba!"
"Well... "
Anzu averted her gaze. Sumire laughed at the brunette's confession. The younger had told her everything Seto had told her about an hour into their conversation. The older woman seemed nothing like the woman the CEO had warned her about. Anzu stayed silent, ashamed in believing the Kaiba. It was just that he wasn't one to lie.
"I have been married more then once, twice to be exact. My first husband was not rich and I didn't know the second had any money until about a month before we got married. He died of a heart attack, ask anyone."
"Oh... "
Sumire placed her perfectly manicured hand on Anzu's shoulder, comforting her.
"Don't worry about it, Anzu. You said you knew Ni--Malik. Where did you two meet?"
Anzu look the older woman in the eye. She seemed so curious all of a sudden. Hadn't she been living with him for a while now? She seemed to know less about him the Anzu.
"Just because I've been living with him for a year doesn't mean he talks to me. Come on, tell. I really wanna know."
Anzu wasn't surprised. Malik wasn't excatly a very open person and he would rather keep to himself. It was his nature.
"... We met three years ago, at a tournament."
"What kind?"
Her legs crossed, sipping from her coffee. Sumire seemed very interested.
"Duel monsters. It was the Battle City Tournament Seto held here."
"You duel?"
The older raised a brow. Anzu didn't seem like someone who was fond of duels.
"Not really. My friends Jounouchi and Yuugi do though."
"Yuugi? As in Mutou Yuugi, King of Games?"
Blue eyes shot the hazel ones a surprise look.
"I watch tv, too, you know. Didn't Night come in second?"
"Night?"
"Malik. It's a nickname."
#... I always called him Night... but his name's Malik, Ishtar Malik.#
Memories of the night before flooded back into her head. Sumire had told the news reporter the same thing the day before. How could she forget. Anzu cocked her head to the side, innocence sweeping her gentle face.
"Why do you call him that?"
Sumire looked straight into azure orbs. Was she really that naive?
"Isn't it his favorite time of day? He loves to stay out late, or up, for that matter. I think that's the main problem with him."
"Now that you mention it... "
Every time she saw him wide awake was in the middle of the night, even when he had stayed the night in her house. The only reason he gotten some sleep was because he had fainted due to the loss of blood and even so, he had woken up around noon, if not later, the next day.
"Even though we live in an almost abandoned area, miles from the city, he goes out at night, if not on his horse, on foot. I used to get so mad at him. Maybe he just ran away... "
Sumire's expression seemed to sadden instantly at the mention of the Ishtar running away. To Anzu, this seemed to be the most possible explaination, but why would he run away? This woman seemed so loving, like a mother. He should be thankful.
'He likes to go out at night... and she'd get mad! Doesn't she know about his yami? Malik's too independent. She seems... over-protective. Guess I was right...'
"How late would he stay out?"
Maybe she could analyze this better with more information. Malik had common sense. If something was bothering Sumire, and if he cared, he would stop wouldn't he?
"Until two or three in the morning. He didn't go out every night, thank God. I usually find some way to keep him busy."
'I'm surprised he didn't stay out all night.'
"Maybe he was bored? I mean, that's why he left Egypt in the first place."
"Yeah. I've been considering moving back into to the city, for his sake. I should."
Anzu just nodded. Malik wasn't one for uneventful places. Neither was she, even though Domino had had its share of... surprises. Battle City, the insident in the Battle Dome, Dartz, not to mention the Millenium Items. This wasn't your typical city or your typical group of teenagers. Anzu slowly stood up, gaining Sumire's attention. The moment was becoming tense and the night was spanning on.
"I have to go. It's getting late. Sorry."
"No it's fine..."
The older woman walked the brunette to the door. She was going to miss the company.
"Just promise me something, okay?"
"Anything."
Sumire seemed nice enough to trust.
"If you see him, call me. Please?"
"Sure. I promise."
Ha! It's longer! I kept my promise. . Sumire was sorta' based off of Iwaya Sumire from the graphic novel series and tv show in Japan, 'Kimi Wa Pet' aka 'Tramps Like Us.' I love that series. Sumire from 'Kimmi Wa Pet' is nothing like the Sumire in this story except in looks. She's a 28 year old professional working for a newspaper with a 19 year old man-pet named Momo. XD. I recommend the series. It's real funny. Rated T+ (Older Teen: 16+), though so... yeah. Anyway, arigatou to all my readers, reviewer or not. If you read and don't review, change your ways! I've had a hundred and something hits and a handful of reviews. Not good!
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