Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 10: Nightmares (Yay! Ten chapters! I made it!)

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

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

Disclaimer: Don't make me repeat myself. I'd be rich if I owned it!

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling... If you don't like this kinda stuff-- Wait! You wouldn't be reading this far, would you? I don't think so.

Well, Malik didn't come back... Whatever. I gives me time to 'fix this mess' as he put it... XD Like that's gonna happen anytime soon! The writers block keeps coming back and leaving and coming back, so don't expect fast updates. I have to balance school, my depressed friends, my parents, my boss Not really, but aparently I'm one of his whores. XD He's in his own little world. Like I'd sleep with a short, black, hentai freak, and my life, which really sucks right now. I think I'm the depressed one... Remember: The hardest part isn't coming up with the idea, it's putting it on paper. IMPORTANT: PLZ READ: Sorry, I don't wanna confuse you guys, but I realized that Murasaki sounds kinda like Kurosaki not really but anyway... And I've been spelling Anzu's last name wrong! OMG! Why didn't any of you tell me!... Let's just count that as a typo and change Hisoka's last name to Muraki and Anzu's last name to Mazaki. Arigatou.

IMPORTANT: PLZ READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THE FIC. GRACIAS.

Barking. In the distance. Mazaki Anzu followed the sound through the darkness in a hope to find something concrete. As she got closer to the source, the scene became clearer to her. She found herself in a dark room. It was simply, yet elegantly decorated with expensive furniture. On the oppisite side of the room was a huge, black dog. Even though she admitted it was one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, she couldn't help but feel afraid of it. It seemed wild and untamable, but through her fear Anzu approched it. A chain bound the creature to the spot it stood on. She kept her distance, but was close enough to see it's eyes. They burned with an intense fire and were a crimson shade of blood. This increaced the beauty of the beast, but no matter how long she stood there, the hound didn't seem to see her standing there. She crept closer, yet the dog still took no notice of her. She stretched her hand out to release him from his bonds, slowly, hoping she would still go unnoticed. Just as she was about to grab the chain and pull it, the huge dog jerked and pulled at it, ripping it off it the post it had been wrapped around. Anzu screamed, as the creature jumped by her and ran through the open door, a door she had found that way. When she recovered, which was soon after, she cautiously made her way down a long corridor, following the trail she assumed the dog had taken. Not long after, she came upon the black beast again, this time it wasn't barking. It was growling and crouched, ready to pounce. There was a man. He was handsome, beautiful even, like an angel. He had platnium blonde hair and the most beautiful silver gray eyes she had ever seen, but those eyes... They didn't show the same emotion an angel would have. They were cold and sadistic. Death laid behind those ghastly eyes. A smirk came to his strong figure, as looked down at the dark dog like it was the lowest thing on the face of the planet. Anzu wasn't sure if the creature understood the gesture or if it had other reasons, but it jump up, toward the man. He never struck. Somehow the angelic man had blocked the attack. She couldn't tell how he had done it, but he had and now the animal staggered on the ground, trying to regain its composture. It sounds strange, but to the brunette this seemed like a battle between good and evil, only she had the two sides mixed up uknowingly. Silver gray eyes stared straight into blood red ones and, for a second time, she stood still.

"Take care of him or, I promise you, I'll be the one to carry him into the shadows."

Anzu could swear the man was talking to her, telling her to take care of the beautiful creature, but then she remembered. To this man, to this dog, she didn't exsist. They didn't seem to notice her, so it became obvious that he was talking to the beast next to her. The black dog growled before releasing a loud, menecing bark. The man turned on his heel and walked down the empty halls. As soon as he was out of sight, the dog, who she had taken a position next to, made it's way slowly into the room the man had more then likely come out of. His personality changed completely. He went from an untamable monster to a gentle protector. Anzu followed. The dog had jumped onto a king-size and had begun to nudge at a sleeping figure.

'He was only trying to protect him... But who--?'

From her postion she couldn't see his face but he seemed oddly familar. She slowly walked closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the hurt man, but just as she was about to, everything went dark.

As soon as her last period was let out, Mazaki Anzu quickly made her way down to her cubby. She had alreadly started to plan a way to make Seto open up and she was ready to bring it to reality. The brunette had managed to find ways to hang out with the older Kaiba and he had started to react to her kind gestures, to talk to her, but it wasn't enough. He was still isolated and cold at times and she was more then sure that there were things he refused to tell her. She knew it was none of he business but it worried her that, whatever it was that he hid, was eating him up inside. She had promised him, even if he didn't know, that she wold help him open up and she was planning on making him do it all the way.

"And where are you going?"

Anzu slipped her street shoes on and looked up at the nosey blonde, she hands on her hips and an expression on her face that reflected her statement.

"That is none of your buisness, Jonouchi."

"Of course it is! You know, you've been ignorin' me and the guys lately. We don't appreciate it, Anzu. 'Specialy Yuug."

"Can you even spell 'appreciate'?"

"That is beyond da point right now! I'm bein' serious!"

Anzu looked straight into Jonouchi's chocolate eyes. He was serious. The brunette let out a soft sigh and spoke slowly and honestly... to an extent.

"I promised somebody something."

Now the blonde looked really annoyed.

"That doesn't help."

"I know. I know. Just bare with me. I promise that, in a few days, everthing will be back to normal."

Jonouchi sighed. This wasn't like her, which lead him to believe she was up to something, but he couldn't argue. All he could do was hope that whatever she was doing involved her and Yuugi, together. The shorter boy loved her, yet her friendship with him, blinded her from the truth. He nodded. Anzu gave him a wide smile, but just before she ran off Jonouchi gave her some advice.

"Don't make promises ya can't keep, Anzu. It's a easy way to lose ya friends."

She gave him a look. It was accually good advice! She kept the phrase in mind and left, not looking back. Katsuya stood there staring in the direction his friend had run off to. She was an odd one.

"What'd she say?"

The blonde looked down at the Mutou, his expression changing completely. He had no intention of making his friend worry.

"'Said she had to go ta' practice or somethin' and that in a few days they'd be over."

"Oh... okay..."

A long silence. Honda, who had walked up to Jou with Yuugi, spoke up first, his curiousity getting the better of him.

"What's up with Anzu, anyway? I mean, she keeps bailin' on us."

"I'm sure she has her reasons, Honda. You heard Jou. She had practice."

"Well, she's been havin' a whole lot of practice lately. Hell! She should be an a fuckin' expert by now!"

The other two teens stared at the brunette like he had grown another head. The same thought seemed to pass through their heads almost simultaniouly.

"You don't like Anzu too, do you?"

It was Hiroto's turn to stare down the blonde.

"Of course not!... I'm just sayin'... Somethin's up."

Yuugi nodded. As time passed, Anzu spent less and less time with her friends. Daydreaming was becoming a habit and sleep seemed to escape her. She had never looked so restless and tired. Most free days they had, she slept, to no extent, since she got little rest. She wasn't even participating in the final arrangements for graduation, which was, at most, a month and a half away. Neither of the three knew what was going on, but Jou had seemed to talk the most with her between them. Of course. He was the one who kept covering for her. He was starting to believe that she had found herself a boyfriend and didn't have the guts to tell them, but he kept his mouth shut. Anzu's business was her own and he had no say in it. All he could do was hope.

"Heeelllooo!"

"Oh God... "

Anzu dropped her bag near the entrance of the study and walked up to the oh-so-hard-working Seto Kaiba. He was working on his computer, like always. Icy blue orbs followed her around the room. Somehow she had managed to find a way into his mansion and into his office.

"Who let you in? It was Mokuba, wasn't it?"

The azure eyed girl seductively stroked the CEO's hair, standing behind him. She liked to annoy him, as he had come to discover. He shuttered as he felt her fingers comb through his chocolate locks, but for some unknown reason, he didn't push her away. Her touch seemed to sooth him.

"Now, now, Kaiba boy--"

"Don't call me that!"

Anzu laughed. She acually got on his nerves! This was precious.

"As I was saying, Kaiba boy, it doesn't matter how I got here. All that matters is that I'm here now."

A wide smile came to her delicate features. Seto tilted his head to look up at her. She looked so beautiful from where he was sitting...

'No, Seto. She's a peppy cheerleader and youre the CEO of Japan's most industrious gaming corporation. You can't be distracted by such unimportant things.'

He gaze tuned back to the brightly lit computer screen, his eyes as focused and cold, like before. He could admit to himself that Anzu had changed him, but only to himself. There was no way in hell he would admit it to her or anyone else. Not now, not ever.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well... you didn't come to class today so... I figured I'd stop by."

"... You didn't have to."

'... That came out more... hesitant then it should have... '

Anzu stared down at the other brunette. He wanted her here and it was here she intended to stay. Seto kept on working, his fingers flying across the keyboard. She was amazed by how fast and effortlessly his digits moved. Years of working in front of a computer screen did that to him. After a few mintues of of akward silence, Anzu got bored. Maybe it was because she hangs around guys so much; she can't manage to stay still too long. She walked around Seto, who happened to be sitting in a very elegant, leather chair, catching his attention. He stopped typing, waiting to see what she was up to, but didn't turn to look at her. He just sat there. Once she was standing next to him, she did the last thing he expected. The brunnette gentle placed her hand on the other's wrist and when he least expected it, she pulled. Bad move. Seto swung foward a bit, the chair turning in her direction, but he was stronger then her. When he recovered, which only took a matter of seconds, he pulled back. It was more of a reflex then an intentional tug. When he was younger, Mokuba had a tendency to do the same thing. Even though she tried to keep her balance, Anzu stumbled foward, falling on top of the CEO's lap. With her eyes wide and her face flushed, she stared straight into ice blue.

'He's gonna yell... '

Anzu prepared herself for a shove and a lecture, but it never came. Instead, the man-- for he has not been a boy for a long time-- stroked her cheek with the overside of his long fingers. His expression was gentle and calm, as if this 'incedent' didn't faze him at all. Maybe it didn't. Maybe something else was going through his mind. Something else was. Seto slowly lifted her, so she was closer to his face, and gently pressed his lips against hers. Anzu melted. This, of course, wasn't her first kiss, since Malik had had the pleasure of stealing it, but it felt good. It was nothing like the ones she recived from the blonde Egyptian. It was gentle, loving. Seto pulled away, his cheeks a soft shade of pink. His first kiss.

"... Sorry."

She shook her head and instead of get up, she grabbed his collar and pulled him back for another kiss. This one was much more passionate. Anzu gently tugged at his lower lip, begging for entrance. Seto complied, lost in the pleasure he felt. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, bringing with it undiscribable feelings. Anzu seperated, as air was becoming an issue, looking straight into the CEO's eyes. There was just something about him. He was nothing like Malik, yet she couldn't help but be attracted to him. Maybe it was because he was nothing like the Egyptian that she liked him so much. Seto was gentle, even though he didn't realize or admit it. She didn't care, as long as he was the one to save her from the pain that was threatening to consume her from the inside out.

Blood dripped from his lips onto the white ceramic of the bathroom sink. Malik wipped the rest of the crimson liquid with the back of his hand, looking at his reflection in the mirror. As time passed, he found he looked less and less like himself. His once bright, determined eyes, were now dull and clouded, his hair droopy and dark. Over the course of a couple of weeks, he had lost a good amount of weight; around 10lbs. Sumire had him at his limit, demanding constant attention, which meant he was constantly at her feet, doing whatever she told him to do. Malik was currently running on very low sleep and it was starting to take affect on his body. Besides the wieght loss, he would cough blood or even collapse, sometimes more then once a day. At first he blamed it all on stress, the stress of moving, of dealing with his mistress, but with it being more then a week since the two had moved to the city, he was seriously doubting his own theory. Malik hadn't seen Muraki since the day he and Sumire left the manor, since the man's own family had a huge mansion not far from the Kurosaki Estate. The tombkeeper wasn't exactly fond of Muraki, but the man was still his doctor and, probably, the only one that could help him now. He knew the blonde kept a clinic in the city, but he didn't excatly know where.

'I should just ask Sumire. She's got to know... I swear there something going on between those two...'

Malik couldn't help but recall how close his mistress and his doctor were. It wasn't that he was jealous; it was that he wanted to two together. If Sumire were to fall in love with Muraki, and the other way around, he would be out of the picture, which was something to look foward. It meant no more abuse, no more rape, and no more sick perverts.

'... They do make a good couple... in some sick, demented way...'

"Night! I'm home!"

'Oh, shit...'

The Egyptian quickly threw water over his face and hair, careful to slip the black collar on before heading out the bathroom door. Sumire dropped the shopping bags she was carrying and hugged Malik, as he walked into the hallway. He didn't react, didn't hug her back, didn't push her away. His eyes were focused on the blonde behind her. Muraki Hisoka. A man he was accually looking foward to see. He mentally thanked the brunette for bring her friend along; it saved him the trouble of having to go look for him. Even though he hated to admit it, it would have been akward. Sumire let go of her pet and stared at him with worried eyes.

"You're so pale... I asked Hisoka to come and take a look at you. I don't want anything to happen to you... You know, I love you..."

Malik just nodded. What else was he going to do? He couldn't tell her he loved her; he didn't. In fact, he hated her at this point. The only reason she didn't know was because he lived under her roof and she had a... unique way of presuation.

"Well, let's have a look then."

Sumire walked over and picked up the bags she had dropped a moment ago, heading toward her room.

"Alright then. Let me just put these away."

Muraki nodded, a sick smile on his face. Malik hated that smile. It wasn't even a smile; it was a evil looking smirk. The doctor gently rested his hand on Malik's shoulder and lead him into the living room. A chill ran down his spine as he felt the cold hand against his bare skin.

'Fuck! Why didn't I put on a shirt this morning!'

The tombkeeper sat on the couch and, unfourtunally, Muraki took a seat next to him.

"Let's see..."

Dr. Muraki took his patient's hand and gently applied pressure on his wrist, his eye on his watch. Apparently, he hadn't left his house planning on checking up on anyone. It didn't matter. He had enough experiance to do simple tests with no equipment. His hand, then, moved up to the boy's chest. Malik froze. The older man's touch brought back bad memories.

"Relax. "

He deicided to take the advice. He had to calm down. After a few deep breaths, Muraki found was looking for and moved on. He went on, examining basic areas. It only took a few minutes. When he was done, the doctor took off is glasses and proceeded in cleaning them. He placed them back in their original postion and stared straight into clouded amyst. Malik broke their gaze not long after, unable to look at the deep silver without feeling a sense of dread. Those eyes had always had that effect on him. Over the years, he had learned the effect his own orbs had on people, the way he could make others shrink with a look. Muraki did the same thing to him.

"I assume you didn't take the pills I gave you?"

That moment, Malik realized how long it was taking Sumire to come back. The doctor continued, seeing as Malik failed to respond.

"It doesn't matter... You have to get more rest. You are obviously pushing yourself more then you should."

"I--"

Muraki lifted his hand. A sign for Malik to stay quiet. He knew exactly what he was going to say.

"I'll tell Sumire to stop. You just worry about your health... and, please, eat. I'll bring you a diet plan next time I come or send it with your... mistress."

The boy couldn't help but stare at the older man. Why did he can so much? Wasn't he just a sadistic, perverted doctor?

"Don't look at me like that. I am your doctor. It's my job to boss you around and besides, do you know how much Sumire pays me to watch your ungrateful ass?"

Muraki was right. Sumire was probably paying him a fourtune to be there, in that livingroom, giving her lover a speech about how he should take better care of himself. Too bad that same doctor she was paying so much for was using his position to get closer to his patient then he should be.

Things just keep gettin' worse and worse for Malik, don't they?... Sorry about the long wait, but I made it up to you! I made a longer chapter! I think this story is comin' to it's end. I have to start fixing all the problems I started, but I got no idea how. Plz help!... You're not gonna help, are you? Some fans... I'll make it easier for you guys...

POLLS ARE NOW OPEN: VOTE FOR THE ENDING OF THIS FIC!

I have a few endings planned out and I wanna know what ma fans prefer. I'm obviously not goin' to give details cause it ruin the story, but... you'll see. I might not go along with the results directly but I will alter the ending so that it has at least one aspect of the result. Here are your options:

Option 1: Happy ending. I don't do them, so if you want it, you have to give me an idea. XP

Option 2: Sad, despreate ending. Quick and to the point and... well, despreate.

Option 3: Sad, but romantic. This is the one I'm going for, but I'm leaving it up to you guys.

Option 4: Whatever you have in mind. Just tell me and I might consider it.

I know these options are very vague, but, I told you, I don't wanna give away the endings I have or it'll ruin the story. I guess you guys have to base you votes on prefrence. Gomen! I try!

POLLS WILL CLOSE CHAPTER 12! CHAPTER 12 WILL NOT BE POSTED FOR ANOTHER FEW WEEKS FROM TODAY, ARPIL 13, 2006, TO KEEP VOTES FAIR. THE RESULTS MIGHT AFFECT THE ENDING. I WILL ALTER MY PREFRENCE TO MATCH THAT OF THE FANS IF I GET ENOUGH VOTES. THANK YOU.

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