Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Found

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. Stop reminding me. It's bad enough as it is.

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, ne?

Cool how the titles relate, huh? "Find Me"-"Wounded" "Lost Boy"-"Found" They kinda sound like incomplete sentences. I should know. I specialize in them!

Anzu panicked as heated lips pressed up against her's. Warm hands wrapped around her waist, teasing her. Then she relized who it was. She relaxed in his strong arms. His kisses were so passionate, so wanting... She pushed away. She knew that if she allowed him to continue, things would go too far. So far that once there, there'd be no turnning back. Malik cocked his head to the side, his breath coming in short pants. A small smirk came to his handsome features and he let go of her, allowing her to regain composture. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, cooling her heat. Malik was way too sexy for his own damn good. After a quick silence, she spoke, looking straight into his lavender eyes.

"Where have you been?"

He let out an annoyed sigh and walked deeper into the Mizaki household.

"It's only been two days. Ra, you sound like Ishizu."

"Just tell me. I've been worried, that's all... "

She had followed him to the livingroom, where he had promptly ploped himself on the couch. She lowered her head, standing beind him, stroking his soft hair. She was surprised by how smooth it was; it seemed to be so thick and tangled, each strand cut in its own way and direction. He held back a moan and looked up at her, affection in his deep orbs.

"Ishizu bought an apartment last time she was here. I was trying to claim it, but the landlady wouldn't give me the key... "

"Why don't you just ask Ishizu for it?"

He pulled away, leaning over so that his elbows rested on his lap. His bangs fell over his eyes, a sadness leaking from his voice.

"She... disowned me... "

"What! Why!"

Malik didn't respond. He couldn't. It was too hard to explain... Anzu grew tired of the silence. He was hiding a lot from her, things she found out through others. She hated that feeling. The feeling of being betrayed. She just didn't understand him...

"Fine, don't tell me."

The brunette walked around and sat down next to him. How she wished he could open up to her...

"Guess you're staying here, huh?"

She absent-mindedly stroked his hair as he slept on her lap. Malik had fallen asleep a while ago, right in the middle of the movie the two had been watching. He had obviously seen it before, that or he wasn't interested. The credits began to roll as the movie came to a close. Anzu looked down at the blonde. He looked completely different when he was asleep. His mouth was slightly open and his breath steady.

'He looks... innocent.'

Innocence. It was the one thing Malik lacked. It had been taken from him so long ago, when he was still a child. His own father had stripped him of his childhood. He had grown up too fast. He had killed his own father at the age of twelve and by the age of fourteen he was already out in the world, with no one but his adoptive brother, who treated him more as a master then a sibling. His mind had been clouded by darkness, by his yami. Marik was the reason Malik had come to Japan in the first place. To take revenge on the Pharoh, on Atemu. He had failed and through the mind link he had created with Anzu, she had fallen for him, but he left. He went back to Egypt. About a year and half later, she saw him again, when she went to Egypt with Yuugi and the others, but the two were never really together. They never had a chance to really talk, and now here he was. His head resting on her lap, his breath brushing against her leg. She loved this, holding him. It felt so good. Then, he shifted. He didn't wake up. Anzu continued to strock him, this time, his cheek, a strand of his hair tangled in between her fingers. The events of the past few days replayed themselves in her head. From the moment she bumped into him to the moment she spoke with Sumire--

'Sumire... She seems to treat you like a son, yet you ran away. Was something wrong? Did she hurt you?... Or are you just being selfish? You think she's over protective, don't you? You don't like to be smuthered... but why couldn't you just be grateful, grateful for everything she's done for you...'

She stopped. Stopped stroking, stopped thinking, stopped everything. In her eyes, Malik was being noting more then selfish. She would kill to have as much attention as he did from someone. Her parents were always away, usually on business trips. She was always alone. Maybe that's why she was always with Yuugi and the others, because she needed company, she needed to feel wanted. Malik gave her that, yet he rejected the wanting from another person, a person who seemed to care for him so much. Anzu picked up the phone, which was on the side table next to her. Reaching into her sweater pocket, the same sweater she had been wearing that afternoon, she pulled out a small card. Sumire's beautiful hand writing decorated the card, her name and phone number. She quickly dailed the number. She was willing to give up that feeling Malik gave her for his happiness. She cared that much.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

#Hello?#

"Sumire... Malik's here... "

"Oh my God!"

Kurosaki Sumire ran toward the couch and feel to her knees, her hand on Malik's shoulder. Anzu could swear she was about to cry. Her decsion didn't seem so bad all of the sudden...

"Malik! Wake up, Malik!"

He shifted a bit before raising himself. He rubbed his eyes and turned his head toward her. His lavender orbs shot wide open as he saw her sitting there in front of him.

'No... '

He glanzed over to Anzu who failed to meet his gaze. She couldn't stand looking at him, in fear that she had done something wrong.

'Apricot... why?'

Malik looked back at Sumire, warning in her eyes. Anger began to build up inside of him. Why? Why his Apricot? Why her? He knew he souldn't have trusted her. He felt so stupid. He had made the same mistake twice... he had fallen for her and she had betrayed him. That moment, he swore to himself never to love again. Hesitantly he stood up, off the couch. A soon as he did, Sumire hugged him. It was completely unexpected and Malik stumbled a bit, but didn't fall, holding them both up. She leaned in, close to his ear. She made sure he was the only one that could hear her.

"You will be punished."

A chill ran down Malik's spine. Her voice was husky and dangerous. He couldn't help but feel scared. He knew exactly what she was going to do. The older woman slowly let go, a grateful, yet fake, smile on her face. Malik couldn't believe Anzu had fallen for such a stupid act.

"Let's go home."

He replied with a soft nod. Sumire looked at the younger brunette and took out a check, handing it to her.

"Anzu... Here, the million yen I promised you."

Malik shot Anzu a glare.

'Money. You sold me! You bitch! How could you stoop so low!'

The older signaled and as the two walked toward the door, Sumire leading the way, Malik stopped next to Anzu. He didn't look at her, he just spoke.

"Hope your happy, Mizaki."

Anzu shot her head up in surprise. Malik didn't call her by her family name, never.

'What happpen to Apricot...'

He seemed so upset. The way he spoke, it was as if he hated her. Did she do something wrong? Anzu shot around as the other two walk away. She followed them to the door only to recieve a hateful glare Malik was sending her, as entered the passenger's side of the silver Mercedes-Benz SL55 AMG parked in front of her home. He closed the door and the luxury car sped down the street and out of view. She stood there for awhile, pain threatening to consume her.

'What did I do...?'

Shortest chapter yet... Ma' bad. At least I got my point across. The next chapter is where the high rating comes in, I swear. Malik needs a proper punishment, don't cha' think? Smirk. The car I mentioned, the Mercedes-Benz SL55 AMG, is acually my sis's dream car. It's nice, but I would perfer a Saleen S7 or a Porsche. Maybe a Lamborghini Murcielago. Don't think I know a lot 'bout cars. I just know the names of ma' favorites. I wish I had that kind of money, though... A girl can dream, can't she?

IMPORTANT: I've decided, since it was removed, to offer to email my Anzu/Atemu one-shot, "Before I Go", personally to anyone who asks. I would post it up again, but I'm not sure why it was removed in the first place, so I'm not ging to risk it. It you are interested, tell me or send me a private message with your email address. Please, do not leave me your email in a review. I know it is possible to read reviews from stories posted. I wouldn't want anyone's privacy invaded. Domou arigatou gozaimasu.

!Review!... Make it a habit! .

Legacy of Darkness