Hey all! Here is my second yu-gi-oh fic! It's going to be a multi-chapter one! This is going to be AU, almost an Alice crossover...but not like the animated film or books-more like the syfy Mini series. I loved that darker version much better than the horrid creepy version that is Burton's :/ To each their own.
This will be eventual Vexshipping
You will think I typed names wrong, possibly. I made his name Adam for a reason-if you've seen the mini series (with Jack/Jack of hearts) then you know what I mean..possibly.
Rated M for future chapters: strong language/sexual themes/violence
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh characters/story/plot
I also do not own Alice's characters/story/plot
I do own any oc's I decide to throw in
Anyway, enjoy!
Sweat was beading on her forehead as she twisted and turned—her muscles burning in that sweet, sweet way. Anzu took a deep breath, her blue eyes barely blinking as she took a small leap, the world a silent wonder as everything spun and spun.
When she turned to a pause, she let out a shaky breath. Her heart was clamoring against their bony prison—the thin fabric she wore was clinging to her sweat-glistened skin. Her lips spread into an easy smile, her veins vibrating to the song that played in her mind.
Anzu shook her head clear and grabbed her water bottle, savoring the cool liquid as it pooled on her tongue.
"Remind me to come to your dance classes more often," he purred as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "That was quite the performance."
Anzu let a small chuckle fall from her lips as she leaned back into him—her nose being bombarded with his warm, earthy scent. "Performance? That was just practice." She turned in his embrace, bright blue eyes glancing into deep, violet orbs. "People don't usually watch practices. Shows? Definitely. But—not practices."
She scrunched up her nose as he blinked down at her. "My apologies," he said, his lips cracking into a sly grin. "I should probably leave, then. I don't want to intrude—" he began as he pulled away.
Scoffing, Anzu grabbed for his arm, his tan skin smooth to the touch. "Adam, I didn't mean it like that." His lips pulled up at the edges slightly, his hand running through his blond locks. "Did you want to come over for dinner? I mean—she's going to be there." He quirked an eyebrow up at her, amusement coloring his features. "What?"
"Mother," he chuckled. "Your mother is going to be there, Anzu, don't act like that's a horrible thing." She rolled her eyes, her arms wrapping around herself defensively. He shook his head as he pried her hands free, fingers interlocking gently. "I didn't mean it like that," he chided, a small laugh on his lips. "I'd love to meet your mother."
She slung her bag over her shoulders and walked out of the studio, hand in hand. "You asked for it," she muttered seemingly to herself, failing to notice his head shaking softly or the dark grin on his face.
Dinner was unusually full of sound and life as the three sat at the dining table. Anzu smiled as she watched her mother and Adam talk, her eyes brightening just enough. Her crystal orbs glanced to Adam, his hair falling perfectly, his words the right amount of friendly and formal mixed into one. She snorted slightly in-spite of herself, smiling weakly as his violet eyes snapped up to hers.
"Something the matter, dear?" he asked, his soft voice probing her.
She gripped his hand under the table and smiled reassuringly, her brown bangs falling over her face. "I'm fine," she said, looking back up, her voice stronger than she felt.
"Are you sure?" her mother asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Yes, Mom," Anzu replied, rolling her eyes slightly.
There was a small moment of silence—the air thickening in the brief pause. The sound of Adam clearing his throat seemed deafening. "I'm glad to have finally met you, Mrs. Mazaki," Adam said, flashing his bright teeth.
Anzu watched the flicker in her mom's eyes—she felt it—that flicker. "Ms. Mazaki," she corrected, her lips struggling to not pull down. Another brief pause—this time shorter than the last—the air almost suffocating. "I'm glad I got to meet you, as well, though—I am a bit surprised."
"How so?" Adam asked, his lean frame leaning back in the chair.
Anzu glared at her mom, her eyes wide. Her mom seemed oblivious, her shoulders shrugging. "I had no idea she had a boyfriend."
"Is that so?" he asked, his jaw setting and violet eyes almost darker.
"We don't talk much," Anzu whispered, her dagger eyes softening when they landed on Adam.
His lips broke out into a lopsided grin. "It's okay, Anzu. I—I actually had a suprise. Which is another reason I'm glad I met your mother."
"Oh?" Anzu asked, the sound of her blood rushing in her ears almost drowning out the steady beating of her heart. "What's this surprise?"
"I'm going to have to go away—for a little while."
She blinked a few times at him, her throat running dry. "Oh?"
He reached for her hand, his warm skin wrapping around her shaking fingers. "It isn't going to be for a long time. I need to sort things out back at home—with my mother," he said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. "But I wanted to give you something—ask you something—before I left. This is the better part of the surprise."
She took in a small breath, swallowing the lump in her throat as she peered up at him. "Yes?"
He beamed a huge smile as he backed the chair up, making sure not to squeak the wooden legs across the floor. He stood up swiftly, his balance like that of a cat as he turned gently on his feet and faced Anzu. He reached into his pocket, a small black box in his hand. The heartbeat was louder now—erratic thumping threatening to claw its way up her throat. He was down on one knee and Anzu saw out of the corner of her eye her mother bring her hands to her mouth in a gasp. She assumed she gasped—she couldn't hear past the droning of her drumming heart. "Anzu, I know we haven't been dating for a while—but—I wanted to give you this," he said, his nimble fingers opening the lid.
Anzu couldn't hold back the gasp that fell from her lips as she stared at the ring. It was beautiful—the band a dusted silver and the diamond cut into a heart. There were red gems splattered around the diamond, making it glow a glossy pink. "Adam," she whispered between her fingers, her body frozen stiff.
"It was my Mother's," he said, his voice slightly dark as he turned the ring over in his fingers. "Now it's yours." He reached for her hand, his fingers warm as they wrapped around her thin wrist. He pulled her arm closer, the ring hovering in front of her finger before she snapped her arm back. Adam stared at her, blinking slowly.
"I think you should leave," Anzu said, her voice almost strained. Adam stayed there on one knee for a moment as the silence echoed in the small apartment. Her dark, blue orbs bore into his bright purple ones—neither blinking or turning away.
"You don't—" he began, stepping up when Anzu abandoned her chair. "Anzu," he whispered, his voice slightly gruff as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face him. "Anzu!"
"Please, Adam. Just—this is all so fast! We've been dating for two and a half months!" Anzu shook her head, her soft hair flailing wildly about her face. "And then you tell me that you have to go back home to sort some stuff out? What stuff?" she asked, her voice sharp. "And your mom?" she let a dark chuckle fall from her lips. "You told me that she was dead."
He shook his head. "I meant: dead to me."
She slowly exhaled, the sound echoing in her mind. "I just can't." Anzu's mom got up from the table, the hard clicks of her heels moving towards them. "Mom, don't," Anzu warned before looking back up to Adam. "Adam, please just go for right now."
He nodded slowly, his hands wrapping over hers—the box slipping into her palm. "Please, Anzu, just think it over," he whispered, his eyes examining her every reaction her features dared expose.
She smiled up at him with another shake of her head. "No," she said, her voice almost hoarse. "I'll call you, okay? Just—can you leave me be for a bit? I just—need space—to think." She pushed the box back into his hands.
She watched his hands fidget, his nimble fingers twisting the box in his hands. Her eyes glanced back up to him—his gaze seemingly far away as his jaw set tightly. Her brows furrowed together—his expression almost dark—unrecognizable. Inhaling sharply, he looked back down to her, his lips pulling up at the edges only slightly. "Of course," he said, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. "I am deeply sorry, Anzu. I didn't mean for it to happen like this." She wanted to ignore the tingles in her veins as his lips brushed against her neck, leaving a small peck upon her skin. "I hope you can forgive me, Darling." Another kiss, his lips warm and soft. "I do cherish you, so."
She inhaled sharply as he stepped back from her, his eyes not giving away any emotion—the violet not so warm anymore. "Bye, Adam."
He gave her a short nod, his jaw set once more. "Goodbye, Love," he whispered before turning to her mother. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Mazaki. Please forgive my boldness."
"It was a pleasure as well," her mother responded in kind, her voice soft but eyebrows raised.
Sighing, Anzu opened the door and let him pass. She shut the door softly, before letting her head fall to the cold plaster—her forehead resting against it. "Don't start," she stated flatly before heading to her room.
Anzu shut the door and flopped on her bed, her fingers typing on her small laptop. She bit her lip, her mouse hovering over the picture that haunted her since she was eleven years old.
"You have to move on," her mom whispered, her lean frame leaning in the doorway.
"Could you at least knock before you invade my privacy?" Anzu snapped, closing the picture that burned in her brain—the image of his dark brown hair and slanted eyes—the smile that was as bright as her own.
Her mom frowned as she went to the cork board hanging on the wall. Anzu's cerulean orbs flickered to her mother's lithe form, her lips tugging down at the ends as her mother's soft eyes turned to face her full of worry. "This isn't healthy."
Anzu's cheeks were heating up, her veins boiling. "I'm not giving up on him," she spat, more like a growl.
She watched her mother swallow hard, tears prickling in her eyes. "Oh, baby, I know it's hard! But, sweetie, you have to move on!" She sat on the bed, her arms wrapping around her daughter. "He wouldn't want you obsessing over this—it's hurting you."
Anzu shook her head as she broke free from her mother's grasp. She peered back down to the woman—taking in the worry lines thickening around her eyes and mouth. "No," she said, her voice thick and hot. "No, Dad wouldn't want me giving up on him—he wouldn't want us giving up on him!" She shouted, her hands smacking against her sides. She gasped, her palm hitting something solid in her pocket. Her fingers slithered into the small pouch on her dress, the ring was pleasantly cold beneath her fingertips. "Oh, no," she whispered before running out of the door—ignoring her mother's panicked voice.
"Anzu!" was the last thing she heard as she rushed down the thin stairwell to the apartments, her breath hitching in her throat as the cool air violently whipped against any exposed skin.
She held her arms across herself tightly, her head glancing in every direction until her eyes widened, a clash of grunts and crashes echoing down the alley behind the building. Swallowing thickly, she stalked around the bricks, her eyes widening when the shapes materialized in the dim street-lights. "Your mother has been worried sick!" the man cooed, his voice as light as a cloud. Anzu stepped closer, taking in his long white hair that was parted into two halves—their silvery strands looking almost like rabbit ears. Anzu took another step, taking in the two goons dressed in black—their faces obscured by plain, white masks—a gasp on her tongue when he came into view. They held him up—his blond hair disheveled and his violet eyes dim.
"Adam!" she cried—her eyes widening when their eyes locked to her.
She blinked as the white-haired man turned to face her—something gold glinting over his eye. She felt fear swell in the pit of her stomach, tasting of bile. "Are you going to give me the ring or am I going to have to take it by force?" She watched Adam grin wickedly before a soft grunt fell from his lips. Her eyes widened, her throat burning as she watched him lurch forward against their fists. After coughing a small fit, Adam bowed his head before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the box—the white-haired man snatching it rather quickly. "Let's go, we're already late," the man hissed, snapping his attention from the girl as the goons hauled Adam up. Anzu watched, her body shaking as they turned to a rectangular mass laying against the bricks.
"No!" she cried, her voice a bit sturdier as the bodies vanished. She ran up to the spot they disappeared into, her heart bashing against her lungs. This isn't real, she thought as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes were wild and lined with pink—hot tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. Her brown hair was a mess—the soft locks swaying in the wild breeze of the cold night. Her blue dress seemed brighter against her pale skin that was glistening in the yellows of the streetlamps. She took a tentative step forward, her finger lightly stroking the glass—the form solid beneath her fingertips. Chewing on her lower lip, her mind raced—trying to hold onto any coherent thought as her left hand slid into her pocket of its own accord. She barely noticed the coldness of the ring slipping around her finger. She could barely register the wave of the glass—as if space was bending right in front of her. She could barely think to scream as she slipped forward—her body falling through the glass.
Hope that was good! It's a cliffhanger-but we need those in life, right?
You can guess who Adam really is. But honestly, the fun is waiting for all the surprises I have in store ;)
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Until next time, bye-bye!