Banished Love by Boogermeister
Chapter 8-The Criminal One
"That damn fool escape!" Bakura shouted angrily as he threw a chair across Atem's room. He hadn't seen Atem since their last conversation and Malik came to their school to find him. But he nor Anzu wasn't there.
"I should have known he would do this!" snarled Bakura. Malik, meanwhile, stood against a wall with a sly smile on his face. "Do you have any idea where he or that girl gone to?" Bakura snarled.
"If I did, you wouldn't be so reckless," Malik replied.
"Oh, shut up!" the white-haired man spat as he threw a book at him, which obviously missed by a few feet. Malik picked up a book and flipped through the pages. He saw a photo inside, of Atem as a young child and another tanned boy, obviously a human, with short navy-blue hair and raven-colored eyes. Malik's smile slightly widened as he looked at the boy, as if he remembered him.
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Atem placed sleeping Anzu onto a bed. He kneeled down as he stroked her hair. All night he hadn't slept, but he didn't felt tired. He got up and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
"You okay, Atem?" Ryuuji asked, sitting around the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Atem sighed as he sat down. "I'm just exhausted from last night."
"It seemed you have something on your mind," said Ryuuji. "Is it about your old friend, Bankhi?" Atem slightly nodded as his eyes watered.
"I missed him terribly," he said sadly. "It's my fault he's dead."
"It wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself--"
"But it was! I was the one that told him about our kind! He shouldn't had died after The Society found out!" Within seconds, Atem buried his face with his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, a hand reached out and touched his shoulder. Atem lifted his head and turned around.
"Atem . . . ." Anzu said quietly. "Why are you crying?" Atem quickly wiped away his tears and sniffed.
"It's nothing, Anzu," Ryuuji said quickly.
"It's . . . . It's okay, Ryuuji," sniffed Atem. "She already knew a part of the story." Anzu sat next to him and held his hand as she stared at him concernly. "Atem, what happened to your friend?" Anzu asked quietly. Atem sniffed a couple of times.
"I . . . . was seven years old when I met Bankhi long before I left Egypt. He was my first and only friend and I foolishly thought it was okay to tell him of what I am. One day, my father saw me transforming in front of Bankhi and not long after that, some of the Ne-kai's had savagely attacked him." Atem stopped and sighed very deeply.
"Atem?" Anzu said quietly.
"He died a day later," Atem said finally as he let go of Anzu's hand. "And my family had disowned me ever since." He got up and walked back to the room. Anzu looked at Ryuuji, whose face was crestfallen.
"Have he ever been this way before?" she asked.
"Once, when I was casted out of The Society because I'm a half-breed," Ryuuji replied sadly.
"It's can't be his fault," Anzu said as she suddenly stood up, her voice quivered with anger. "It's their fault for the pain they caused to Atem." She walked quickly back to the room and saw Atem sleeping peacefully on the bed. She sat down beside him and stroked his tri-colored hair soothingly.
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Finally I'm done. The reason it took so long is that I have to write this when everybody is sleeping. Also, I made their graduation set around Februrary or March cuz some kids in my school gets to graduate early.
"I should have known he would do this!" snarled Bakura. Malik, meanwhile, stood a