Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Weak

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: R (Rape, abuse, and lots of blood... next chapter... maybe.)

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or any of the characters... I must just a lonely writer...

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling... in the future. Sorry if you don't like this kinda stuff-- then again you wouldn't have been reading this far, ne?

I'm skipping author's notes... Got nothin' to say but...

!THANK YOU!

"Here."

Kurosaki Sumire streached out her cleanched fist to reveal a pair of pills, one blue, one white. The younger boy offered his open hand and she dropped the two on his palm. He just looked down at the dose. Malik knew exactly what they were for.

"Well? Don't just stare at them. Swallow."

A command. The Ishtar had grown used to this by now. It had become a way of life, something that happened almost eveyday. Then why did it seem so repulsive to him all of the sudden? He hadn't taken his beautiful, liliac eyes off the drugs. It was hard to believe, even for him, tha he hadn't become addicted. Pills like these were common. Too common. Malik looked up at is mistress. To think he was once in love with her. Only the mention of such a feeling disgusted him right now. Love was an illusion. A way to tempt mortals into the grip of pain and dispear, giving them everything they want, everything they need and then, without warning, taring it away, leaving them wish for death, for an absolution. He had made that mistake twice. With Sumire. With her.

'Apricot... '

Thinking of her lite a fire. A fire so fearce, it burned everything in its path, just to bring pain. It burned at his soul, his heart and with that fire, came a surge of courage. He wasn't going to take this anymore, but being a wildfire, it needed a little time to grow...

"No."

A quiet mumble. He knew she had heard her, either way. She was standing in front of her.

"What!"

"NO!"

He didn't mean to shout. She just brought out the worst in him. Then it came. A slap. Malik's head turned sharply to his right from the blow, his eyes wide. He had talked back. He had raised his voice. Pets do not talk back.

"You ungrateful little bastard... Fine, have it your way for now. I'll deal with you when we get back to the manor."

He didn't meet her deadly gaze. He knew it would only lead to further punishment. He cleanched the pills in his hand, anger burning inside him. In the fit of his rage, he felt as if he were the only one alive in the world. The last thing he heard was the door close, the click of the lock right after it. He was locked in.

"Wait, wait, wait. What?"

Anzu sighed. Was her story that hard to believe?

"Mai... "

"I just don't understand what the hell he was doing in your house, hun. I mean, yeah the kid's got a body, but he's a bastard. You know that as well as me. Besides... "

The older blonde leaned back in her seat, taking a sip from her bright colored drink. The brunette had called the other for advice, which ended up become a shopping spree. The two were presently at the food court eating lunch. Anzu had told Mai everything that had happened in the past few days, from the bumb in with Malik on that rainy day a week ago to the events of the night before. She skipped the kiss. It seemed a bit personal and she knew Mai wasn't exactly fond of the tombkeeper. She hated him. She was afarid of him, more so then Anzu. Hearing that Anzu had been sleeping in the same house as him scared her, yet it didn't seem so. She was good at masking fears.

"... Don't you thinks it's better this way? You said the Kurosaki lady was rich, right?"

"Yeah, but still. I can't help but feel like I did something wrong."

Mai looked the younger girl. This was really bothering her. There was only thing the duelist could think of say, the only problem was that she didn't like her own advice, even if it waas the most reasonable thing to do. She knew she was going to regret this...

"Go see him."

"What?"

"Go see him."

Wide, blue eyes stared at amyst ones with disbelief. She forgot she had that option.

'I can go see him... Anzu you're so stupid!'

"Oh my God! You're right!"

The blonde just nodded. Of couse she was right! When it came to men, she was always right. She had a lot of experiance with men and love, yet she was still alone. Why... ? Feur Elise. Anzu's ringtone. She pulled her cellphone out of purse and looked down at the screen before pushing the 'talk' button.

"Hi, Yuugi. What's up?"

#Hi, Anzu. The guys want to hang out in Harajuku. Where are you?#

"Yuugi..."

She couldn't 'hang out'. She needed to see him. Malik. She needed reassurness.

#What is it? Is something wrong?#

"No,no. It just... I need to go somewhere, by myself. Kinda personal, you know? Do you mind?"

He hesitated a bit. He sounded dissapointed. She had been bailing out on him a lot lately. It was becoming a habit. She hadn't seen him since the day she found Malik...

#... Okay. If you don't get back late, you'll stop by, right?#

"Sure. I'll definitly be there. See you then, okay?"

#Okay! Bye, Anzu.#

"Bye."

With that she hung up and placed the pink phone back in her purse. Mai had overheard the conversation, at least from Anzu's side, and she had an idea of what had been said. I didn't sound interesting. Anzu stood up, grabbing her bags. The blonde raised a brow.

"Where are you going?"

"Where else. Wanna come?"

'I can't believe her! How dare she give me a idea and then count herself out? Some friend... Then again, it is my problem to deal with... '

Anzu stood, once again, infront of Room 24-38 of the grand Maple Hotel in the center of Tokyo. She hesitated. She didn't know why. Memories of the night before ran before her eyes. Malik's words rang in her mind.

"Hope your happy, Mizaki."

She could feel her heart break. Had she really done something so bad? Sumire seemed to care so much for him. Why did it upset him? She slid her hands in the pockets of her jacket. A small slip of paper grazed the tips of her fingers.

'What's this... ?'

She pulled the sheet out of her pocket and unfolded it. A check for one million yen. In her name. The same check Sumire had handed her the night before. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She sold him. For a million yen. A hundred thousand dollars. Was he worth that much? Wasn't he worth more? Wasn't he worth more than money? Anzu looked up at the plate on the door. The room number was carved into it and filled in in black ink, a high contrast to the gold color of the plate. She felt to weak to knock on the door, to weak to see him. But her need was stronger. She shoved the check back into her pocket and gently knocked on the door. She needed to see him one last time...

Sumire looked up from the book she was currently reading. She stood up, gently placing the book on the side table. She walked over to Malik's room and unlocked the door before going to open the door. Malik, hearing the door unlock, walked out of the room and settled himself on the couch. He picked up a cigarette from the box on the coffee table. He had been taught to behave when visitors came, even if he wasn't in the manor. Apperances needed to be kept. He light the cigarette and brought it to his lips, inhaling as much of it as possible. He hadn't had a smoke in days. Sumire slowly opened the door, without asking who it was. Old habbits die hard.

"Anzu?"

"Hi... "

She kept her head down. She couldn't meet her gaze. She didn't why. Malik glaced at the two from the corner of his eye. The two where exchanging greetings and making small talk, Sumire more then the other. Mizaki seemed out of it. He wasn't exactly interested. To him, the cigarette in his hand was much more important, but he grateful. If it hadn't been for her unexpected visit, he wouldn't have satisfied his constant craving. Sumire led the younger brunette into the livingroom. Malik stood up, grabbing the box infront of him, and smuthered the cigarette into an astray. Soft blue met amyst liliac. Her eyes were pained. His eyes were emotionless. He broke their gaze and walked past her, back into his room. He didn't even speak to her. He rather sleep, locked up, then be in her presence. Anzu's heart collapsed. It couldn't endure so much pain. She just didn't understand why it hurt so much. She had expected pain, but not like this. Her attraction to him was physical, wasn't it? Lust. Then why did she feel so close to him? Was there still some fragment of the link they held back in Battle City? Had they created a new link? Had she destroyed it?

"Anzu? Are you okay?"

The alto voice awoke her from her thought. She couldn't lose herself now, not yet. Not here. She looked deep into worried, hazel eyes. What was about this perfect woman that Malik hated? She nodded softly and Sumire offered her a seat. Anzu gently sat, her head down. There just seemed to be no reason to smile anymore. She couldn't even bring herself to plaster the false happiness she was so used to showing. Who ever said she was to peepy for her own good, didn't know better. That peepiness was a just there to cover up an unbarable sadness, caused by years of loneliness and neglect.

"Why did you come?"

Her parents were never there. Friends weren't enough. She couldn't tell them how she really felt. She would be seen as weak, vulnarable. They already saw her as a fragile doll and it was his fault. Malik.

"... I came to see him."

Ever since he appeared in her life, ever since he gained control of her body, her mind all those years ago... He made her weak. He made her crack. He brought out the worse in her. He was her weakness.

"Go on then. Go talk to him."

She stood, walking in the direction he had taken before. She didn't bother to ask which room was his. She knew she would find it any way. She could sense him. She didn't know how. She just did. They were that close. She stopped infront of the door. She didn't notice the outside lock. It wasn't important. She gently placed her hand on the door knob, but she didn't turn it. She hesitated. A strong wanting, a need grew inside of her. She slowly turned it and opened the door. She slowy walked inside and closed the door behind her, scared of what would happen. Malik was spread out on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a new cigarette in his fingers. Why hadn't she noticed that he smoked? Had she been that blinded? His left knee was bent up, his free arm resting on his stomach. He looked as if he were lost in though, distant. He knew she was there, she could feel it. He didn't speak. It was as if he were waiting for her to speak. He was, but she couldn't find the right words. They were chocking her. The silence became long and eerie. Malik finished his cigarette and pressed it against the ashtray on the side table. He spoke in a quiet, emotionless tone, as he sat up. He couldn't show her he still cared.

"What?"

Quick and to the point. He wanted to get this over with, he wanted her to leave before his emotions took over him. He didn't want to risk falling for her again, but she broke. She fell to her knees and she cried. Malik didn't move. He couldn't. Her sobs were uncontroled and before long, hiccups accompanied them. He wanted to hold her, comfort her. He didn't. He was glad she had cupped her face with her hands, that she couldn't see the weakness in his eyes. He stood up, off the bed and walked up to her. He looked down, as if she were an inferior, even though he didn't feel that way. He had learned to hide emotion. It had become a nessesity. Showing his emotions had lead him to a lot of pain, a pain he tried to avoid.

"Well? Did you just come here to waste my time?"

He wished he felt as confident as he sounded. Anzu looked up at him, tears still fresh in her eyes.

'How can you say that? After everthing we've been through... '

She tried to speak, tried to tell him, but she chocked in her own tears, in her own pain. Then he did something that she never imagined--wanted to hear from him. He laughed. At her pain, her dispair. Her. More tears built up in her already tear-swollen eyes. Why was he so bent up on hurting her? He knelt down on one knee and lifted her chin up, so that she was looking straight into his eyes. He needed to keep this sadistic act up if he was to scare her away. He gently stroked her chin with his thumb. Confusion built in her eyes. He couldn't help but hold back a smirk. Was she really that dependent on him? They had only been reuntined about a week ago. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, a gentle touch. He deepened his kiss as he gained entrance into her parted lips. Why did he love her so much? Why did she weaken him so? He seperated from their kiss and looked into her azure eyes. His had gone cold as fast as they had begun to show emotion. He needed to keep up the act.

"I want you, your body. Let me take you."

A wave of emotions hit her. What did he mean? Did he want her virginity, her innocence? Was that why he had been so kind to her? To gain her trust, so he could have sex with her?

'You bastard! I hate you!'

Her words failed her. She wanted to yell at him, tell him how much she hated him, but she couldn't. She loved him. Why? Why had she been so stupid to fall for him, to fall for a lustful son of a bitch? Her mouth opened but the words she yearned so much to say, never left her lips. Malik took advantage of her silence, her dispear. He brought her lips to his again, this time much more passionate and loving.

'Please, Apricot. Please wake up!'

He lifted her up to her feet and guided her to the bed, in the heat of their kiss. He let himself fall back, Anzu on top of him. He wanted her to wake up from her trance. HE wanted her to push away. All because he didn't want to take her this way. He didn't want her in an amyst of dispear. He grazed the soft skin of her thigh with his hand, trying to recieve a response from her. It worked. Upon feeling his touch against her leg, she pulled away. She woke up. She slapped him. A surge of digust hit her and she ran, out of the room, out of the apartment. She left Malik in heat. He let his head fall back on the bed. It worked. Now, he only wished she would never come looking for him again. I would make his life so much easier. Sumire walked in, a smirk plastered on her face.

"What did you do?"

He stayed quiet, his eyes closed. He still needed to deal with his arousal. Sumire noticed the lump in his jeans. Her smirk grew. She was definitly going to use this to her advantage.

I'm planning to write lemon for this. Not how I wanted the story to go, but I'll work with it. If you wanna send me a draft, go ahead. I need as much ideas as I can get. I've never written a lemon before... Sad, isn't it?

!Review!... I need the luck...

Legacy of Darkness