Hey all! New chappie time! XD
Minkah: Dammit!
The reviewers and hits on this story have plummeted. No doubt due to my lack of updating. -.- Once again, no one to blame but myself. But to those of you who remain (love yas!) thanks and I've just begun working on the next chapter!
nayades18: Liked the beginning of the chapter for how disturbing it was? -grins- Well then you'll be getting some kicks out of this one as well. (Yami: and that'ssss...good?) Yes yes, the raping is all over. I don't like stories that are focused around that action itself that it loses its meaning. The rape in the first half had a point to it for this half. Scarily, there are a LOT of people out there who write/like fics that are based completely around rape. Sometimes is rape and that's all. O.o They scare me. "it's not gonig to be a Yami/Minkah fic, isn't it? because i'm beginning to love Afika so much!" -grins- You'll just have to wait and see on that one.
HieiWannabe: -grins cunningly- Okay, so I broke the "no torture" vow just a tad...not really badly, but hey, that's over. The no rape one is a solid promise though. Just read my response to nayades18 for further explanations on that. -winks- Ah, and you think Afika is just jealous and wants to rip Malik's gentials off? (Malik: WHAT?!!!) (Afika: -frowns- As pleasing as that sounds, isn't that...not enough?) (Malik: -horrified- What more could you want to cut off of me?!!) (Afika: No no, I mean: am I so insane that all I want is revenge for him giving my boyfriend a hickey or two?) Well, it's still hard for the readers to tell, but I shall say: it runs much deeper than that, just to reassure you. (Malik: I am NOT reassured!) LOL
Camomilla: "I really am looking forward to the next chapter, where Yami is going to spend the night with Minkah. I wonder how that will turn out." -grinning madly- Oh I LOVE that scene! It takes up quite a bit of this chapter actually. (Minkah: -glaring- Ferris, what did you do?) eheheheehee!
Isaya831: "Holy feck, this wasn't updated so long I forgot it was here" -cringes- Sorry sorry! This was a quicker update, wasn't it? -looks hopeful- I've already got a page or two of next chapter typed! Soon (hopefully) I'll only be working on three stories instead of four. I'm almost done with BTS! YAY!!!
Satra: "about it being only at chapter 10? Who cares - it's already the sequel! That fact alone should prove that it doesn't matter how fast the story progresses - well, to me, at least." I LOVE YOU!!!! -tackles- That's a chapter dedication right there! Seriously, if I were a reader, I'd kill me...erm...ferris. O.o -ish confuzzling herself- And I am trying hard to work on this fic more due to its incredibly slow progress.
wingedhikari: Yeah, sorry it's taken so long. I've updated sooner this time! -throws orange tic tacs in the air- whoot for me! -blinks- I've looked back into previous chapters' reviews (i have to do this often) and don't see you. So, new reviewer! (I think) -tackles- "loving the chapter and the odd relationships" good. 'cause it's about to get even weirder! XD (Yami: good lord)
MarshmellowPeepGod: -blinks- You...had thanksgiving already?...and that was at the beginning of september that you wrote that!....somehow, since it's you, I'm not surprised. -grins- Oh, and please if you're going to send Minkah cake don't make it be wedding cake. Far too big for him. -glances over at slightly green Minkah- He's still recovering. And I don't know why they call them soap operas. Where the hell did they come up with the name? And who's 'they'? And why are 'they' in charge? It's the government, isn't it? -puts on helmet and crawls under kitchen table with pet snake- They won't get us, dammit!
Fallin-Alone-Scared-Lost: "Huh, it seems like more then 10 chaps." That's what I thought too. Then I was like 'Holy froggin' Ra! there are only 10 chapters!' Ja. A bit of a shock for me. Then the shame took hold. "Anyways moving on, you still do wonderful work!" -huggles- Thanks! And also thank you for continuing to review even though this story's moving slower than the slug that was chewing on our pumpkins at halloween! :P
Memnoch's Heart: ROFL!!! Poor Sims Minkah. I know how he feels. I've had nervous breakdowns my whole life. I'm actually in this new therapy that's actually for post-trauma patients. -grins- that's just how bad my nerves are! "Afika got himself electrocuted fixing the television" LOL Now that would be a sight. (Afika: -muttering- I'd just have Niu do it.) -snickers- "my SimMinkah keeps trying to take a bath in the kitchen sink, that's not a foreshadowing for upcaoming chapters...is it?" ROFL!!! Welllll...there is a scene in the kitchen at the end of this chapter that shall be continuing in the next one...and as much as I'd LOVE to have Minkah bathe in the sink I just don't see it fitting in well with the situation. We'll see though. -winks- (Minkah: You had better be joking!!!)
Sagira98: -winces- Sorry sorry! I know it'd been forever ago. This story's moving so slowly. I'm working harder on improving updates though. Truly I am! Oooh! Look at all the questions! "Are you going to Niu join the gang?(crosses fingers)" -grins- I take it you're a fan? Can't answer that one. Lessee if there are any I actually will answer! lol "Are we going to learn what happened to Mr. Bakura?" Eventually. (Sagira: -scowls- This is getting on my nerves) "Is there going to be any Yami/Minkah stuff?" Define 'stuff'. Because we have the scene where they share a room...and then some more (readers: O.O) in this chapter. -grins- "Aside from the fact that it would make Malik even more emo(and nobody wants that) it would be interesting to see...um read." -laughs- Oh so true! And don't let this chapter (or any of the others) fool you. People change their minds about things. A LOT of people. -glances at characters that area all glaring at her- ehehee!
yeyavailability: "I'm actually in more lust with Akifa now" -grins maddly- I know, isn't he awesome? -swoons- "He's so insane in that subtle way it turns me on." Ditto. (Yami: Okay, can we talk about something else now please?) You're just jealous.
dragonlady222: "Does Afika really love Minkah or is he just obssessed with him?" A question that shall be brought into further depth this chapter. I'm slowly unveiling Afika's mindset. We learn more about him next chapter, some his past, which is also part of this chapter. "I think that Minkah and Yami could have a great relationship, maybe including Malik but not necessarily." Indeed they could. But will they? -grins- "I hope Minkah starts to trust Grandpa a little more." Y'know, I'm really glad you brought that up. No one else has mentioned it. While it won't happen for a while, I'm going to have some great scenes with those two. Something more positive to look forward to! -winks-
This chapter shall be dedicated to Satra, wingedhikari, and Memnoch's Heart for that glorious story. -grins- This song fits Afika so well in a loving/creepy/possessive kind of way! XD Awesome song!
Whispers in the Dark (Skillet)
Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is a burning, consuming fire
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear the whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark
You feel so lonely and ragged
You lay there broken and naked
My love is just waiting
To clothe you in crimson roses
I will be the one that's gonna find you
I will be the one that's gonna guide you
My love is a burning, consuming fire
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear the whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark
Chapter 11: Grey Area
(Afika's POV)
"So what shall we do? We'll arrive at the mountains by morning," Kek grates as he drives the oversized van, clearing a path for Kasiya and Severa following in the car.
"If you're asking whether or not you can go about slaughtering every living thing in sight, then the answer is a definite 'no'. And do not make me stress that any more than I already have," I state from the passenger's seat, grinning at the way his large fingers tense around the steering wheel. "Niu should have found us a place to settle in for a while, provided we'll have to eliminate any army personnel that come too close." I look down at the gun and knife strapped around my waist. "Of course, we could always have them…offer us a little information first." Kek's brown eyes gleam with malicious keenness. "I'll let you be the one in charge of that."
The oaf grunts. "I still don't see the point in all of this…"
"What's the fun of an outright clash? Toying with the enemy is much more enjoyable. Besides, I have a score to settle with Malik Ishtar."
He's one of my two main targets. No one touches what's mine. And he did more than touch.
Was he the one who raised and shielded Minkah?
No.
Did he cease Kaiba's sick antics?
No.
Did he save Minkah from Apophis' wrath?
No.
Did he comfort and sooth him in the aftermath of the rape?
No.
Malik Ishtar doesn't have a single right to lay claim to my koi. Minkah belongs with me, just as he always has. Minkah knows this. He loves me, not Ishtar. That's why when we all finally meet again Minkah will come to me.
This time it's Kek who smirks. "Ah yes, for touching your precious lover. But Afika, why do you suppose Minkah left with them in the first place? There's only one reason I can think of: to protect them from us. Do you honestly think he'll step aside and let us butcher them?"
"Yet another reason we're waiting. I want to examine the situation thoroughly and see just how deep Minkah's ties to them are. If he truly does possess the desire to protect them and perhaps even more then I'll just have to bring some old enmity back to the surface…which I was planning on doing anyway," I add, nodding towards the back of the van that is securely locked. "Due to Minkah's mental state, he'll obey her."
A thick eyebrow is quirked. " 'Her'? Severa?"
"No. I'm aware you know full-well of whom I'm speaking," I sneer, narrowing my eyes as we plunge through the storm.
It's a fact that Kek, unlike any of the others, knows; and I wish he didn't. It puts so much at risk. I'll just have to make certain he doesn't get in contact with Minkah. If he talks, then it will truly be over. Unfortunately, he's conscious of this and will use it against me. While he's one that usually acts impulsively, I've no doubt he's biding his time on this one, waiting for the perfect opportunity when it will strike me the hardest.
"Ah yes," Kek chuckles, ominous tone causing my skin to crawl, making me want to slash him through the throat. "His mother."
(Yami's POV)
"Now you boys just call if you need anything. I'll be sleeping on the couch out in the television room," Grandpa says, eyes nearly lidded.
Minkah doesn't make any sign that he's heard so I nod to my grandfather in acknowledgment. Then he's gone. The door is closed and I'm left alone in the room with Minkah. The white-haired Egyptian is sitting cross-legged on his bed by the door—Malik's bed. This whole setup is making me extremely uncomfortable. More than anything, it's the awkward silence. Minkah hasn't said a single word since I came in here.
I didn't dare look at Malik when Grandpa announced Minkah wanted me of all people to stay with him. Knowing my former koi, he's rushing to far-fetched conclusions. He thinks there's more going on between Minkah and me when in reality there's virtually nothing going on whatsoever. If only I could make him believe that. It's not so much I care whether Malik drives himself up the wall, it's just that he usually takes everyone else with him.
I can feel Minkah's eyes on my back as I set up my bed. Gods, why can't he just say something? Of course, given what he's just been through, his mind's probably in quite a fog. And I'm certainly not going to start any conversations. I didn't come here to talk anyway. I came to sleep on the other side of the room and make sure he doesn't have a psychotic breakdown. It's ironic I can handle that but I can't bring myself to even say anything to the guy.
Luckily, I'm not in this alone. Grandpa is right down the hallway with medications should the Egyptian have another fit. And Jou and Honda are sleeping across the way in Marik and Yugi's room should some additional physical strength be necessary in restraining Minkah. He doesn't know this, of course. Yugi and Ryou are sharing Honda and Jounouchi's room upstairs. Malik and his brother are in the room with the double bed.
Otogi's room.
A lump lodges itself in my throat. Coming to this place…it makes me remember. There were so many good times we spent here. Skiing, racing the snowmobiles, playing videogames and duel monsters…All of those things are still here…
…but not Otogi.
'Not Otogi,' I repeat to myself sadly, burrowing under the covers while reminding myself his killer is residing less than 10 feet away from me at the other side of the room. 'Not anymore.'
(Marik's POV)
"I know what's going through your mind, Malik," I sigh lying on my back on the double bed, my brother staring out the window at the snowfall. "And no, I don't think there's anything going on between Yami and Minkah. Yami was just trying to help."
"Then why were they holding hands after running off together at that bus stop?" he retorts agitatedly, looking over at me. Aaand he brings that up again.
"And did you ever ask either one of them about it? I mean, how much did you and Yami actually talk before you broke up?" I ask thoughtfully, shuffling so I'm further under the blankets for warmth.
Violet eyes fill with shame. "I did ask him. He said nothing happened. But I…Damn it, I was too angry and suspicious by then! He was throwing everything I'd done with Minkah back in my face!"
"Well I'm definitely not going to pry into that," I state honestly.
"Plus…" A long pause makes me turn my head fully to the right.
"Yes?" I ask though I'm not sure I want to know what's at the end of this sentence.
Malik's shoulders slump. "The reason we broke up—the ultimate factor was…well, I blurted to Yami that I want both of them. And then…" He shifts so I can't see his face. "I suggested to Yami that we should…be a threesome," he mumbles miserably.
"Malik!" I exclaim, sitting up. "How could you?!"
"I didn't mean to say it…!"
"Even if you hadn't—you thought it!" I counter, shaking my head disbelievingly. "You actually considered the possibility of the three of you together? I can just imagine Yami's reaction…"
"No need to. We've separated, haven't we?" my sibling says glumly.
I soak in all of this. Gods, how could Malik have gotten so out of control? Since he and Yami started dating it's been the two of them. My brother's never looked at another guy. Why now? Why Minkah? Perhaps he's asking himself that very question. For Ra's sake, Yami and Minkah are polar opposites.
Wait.
"They're a combination of you," I murmur in wonder.
Malik swerves around. "What?"
"Minkah is how you used to be: aloof and mistrustful. Yami is more how you are now: lighthearted and kind." Our eyes meet, both of us gazing at the other in shock.
"Are you saying…I'm attracted to myself?" Malik asks slowly.
I roll my eyes, praying his ego isn't being fed. "No. Well, sort of. You understand them both. You can connect with them both. So when Minkah showed up as Ryou's cousin, holding a very similar disposition to what you used to, you were unintentionally drawn to him."
Malik swallows, a ray of hope in his voice. "Does that mean I don't love him?"
"Now that, I have no idea," I snort, plopping back down onto my pillow. "I've done my share of psychiatry tonight. You can dwell on it. I'm going to sleep."
He doesn't come to bed, gazing out at the snow as it comes down, visibility low. I like it better than rain. It's quiet, silent; almost like the weather's way of contemplating. It can be harsh and brittle or soft and feathery.
"…Marik?"
"Yes?"
My brother doesn't look at me. "Do you think…?"
His voice trails off and he doesn't say any more, staring fixatedly at the blizzard outside as it continues its seemingly endless tumult on the world below.
(Minkah's POV)
"How are you feeling?"
I crack my eyes open to find myself snuggled against Niu's chest. Grimacing, I pull back, pain shooting through my body from these small movements. Niu sighs, allowing me to crawl away a bit. We're on a small bed in a room with light blue walls. There's one window but the cheap plastic blinds block the outer world from view.
"We moved again," the black teen states the obvious.
"Where?"
"Jordan still. But we left Amman. We decided staying in the capital wasn't a good idea but Afika was unsure of how much travel you could handle…"
"Where are we, Niu?" I repeat, getting annoyed.
He doesn't respond to my attitude, as usual. "Az Zarqa, fourteen miles northeast from Amman. Afika figured it'd be safe enough for the time, seeing as this is Jordan's second largest city. They're will be more tabs on the capital than here. He wants to stay within reach of good medical professionals." Ebony eyes scan my bandages and bruises calculatingly. "How are you holding up?"
I try not to wince as I flex my muscles testingly. "Still really sore. I…I don't think I'll be able to walk for quite a while yet."
"I was not referring to your physical state," he replies seriously.
I glare at him, wishing I could get up and out of here; away from Niu and his prying nature. Still, he has been the most supportive person besides Afika. I've seen Severa maybe once or twice in the past two weeks. Kek isn't allowed anywhere near me. Kasyia will hold me while I sleep but even though his arms are around me it's loose and uncomfortable. They know of Afika and I's relationship and Kasiya seems very self-conscious about touching me at all now. Not that I blame him.
Niu though, he's always been a sort of mystery to me. I guess he is to all of us. He remembers the 'other' world, the normal world. Because of this, he reacts differently to things than the rest of us. So often lately, I've found him asking me about how I'm feeling psychologically, and I'm beginning to believe it truly is out of concern for my well-being. He's not the nosy type. If it's not his business, he keeps his mouth shut. What, with being left taking care of me a lot, he must have decided my welfare is his business.
I open my mouth when there comes a knock at the door. Niu stands swiftly, gun strapped to his belt hidden under his shirt. I manage to scoot further away from the door, clutching a pillow as if it could provide some sort of security.
"Open the fucking door already," a familiar voice states with impatience.
Niu moves forward and hastily unlatches the several locks. Moments later my koi is stepping into the room, brown eyes immediately darting to me as Niu recloses the door.
"Have you slept any?" Afika asks me.
"He was asleep for a good six hours or so…"
"I don't believe I was addressing you, Niu," my boyfriend snaps, turning on the black teen who looks right back.
This is something else about Niu: he rarely breaks eye contact with Afika when my koi is rebuking him. The others cast their eyes downward when such occurs; even Kek shows some type of surrender. But not Niu. He's very respectful but not submissive by any means. Afika doesn't like this, especially coming from the member of our assassin group who's reluctant to kill.
"My apologies. Is there anything you need done, Afika?"
The black-haired teen scowls but nods. "Yes. I want you to research how the medical centers are in Ma'an and Al Aqabah."
"Then I'll take my leave," Niu nods in return, opening the door and exiting. Afika strolls over and redoes the locks.
"That little maggot can really get on a person's nerves," I hear him mutter under his breath.
I can't help but release a relieved sigh as he sits on the bed, pulling me against him. I bury my face in the nape of his neck as he holds me securely against him. He's been gone so much lately, stopping in when he can to check on me. It's understandable. We have to make sure the world believes that all of Apophis was destroyed in the mass suicide and that there aren't any stragglers. I'm not sure if the other three are even in Az Zarqa, much less Jordan.
"How are the wounds?" he asks gently sitting back a bit. "Let's have a look at you. Those damn doctors had better be…"
"I'm fine," I smile as he cups my black-and-blue face in his hands, turning my head from side to side, inspecting meticulously. "It…does still hurt to sit though," I admit ashamedly.
Immediately he's flopped us onto our sides on the bed, sending me that roguish smirk of his. "Better?" I can't help but grin at this. "Good. How have things been? Has Niu been causing any problems?"
"He's fine, Afik," I answer from against his chest. "Niu's actually the one of them I feel the most comfortable around."
"It figures," he grumbles, a tinge of disgust present. "Must be all that loving family crap he holds onto. The guy's brilliant and yet he's far too soft." He seems to shrug this off. "Have the dreams let up?"
"They're less frequent," I reply quietly, not even wanting to think about them.
They're always about Kaiba…about that final night in Domino. I'd endured the Apophis trainings in which we were given severe beatings and mistreatment. This, somehow, was so much worse and I don't understand why. I don't ask anyone about it. How could I feel so weak emotionally? So vulnerable? What made Kaiba's actions more awful than those of the Apophis leaders? For some reason, I think Niu knows.
"That's good."
Warm lips press against my temple for a fleeting moment. Then his fingers are gliding soothingly through my hair while his arm is wrapped protectively, lovingly around my waist, holding me close. I shut my tired eyes, knowing with a pang in my chest that he won't be here when I reawaken. His visits aren't nearly as long as I'd like, yet I would probably sleep through most of them regardless of the measure of time he spent with me.
"Ohebak," he whispers in my ear as I drift into darkness.
I wish he were here now. I can't sleep. Even after the light was turned off and Yami buried himself under his blankets I couldn't find rest. It's not that I don't want to. Combining the meltdown I had and the stabilizing medications, I'm completely worn out. Plus the emotional hits from the bastard's son and Malik's confession.
In the muteness of the room, memories—memories from all parts of my life—run through my head. All in all, it comes to Um. Her demands and my devotion to her must come before anything or anyone. Afik is the only person who understands this and has done everything in his power to assist me. I lump lodges in my throat as I picture the bastard's son's smiling face and shining brown eyes. Of the tears of joy he shed when I returned to Domino. Of the tears of resentment and hatred he shed just earlier this evening. If I pull back now I wouldn't be failing only Um, I'd be failing Afik too after all he's done to help me press towards my final goal. I have to do it.
…even if I don't want to.
"Can't sleep?" a voice yawns from across the way, interrupting my troubled thoughts.
"No," I answer simply, knowing Yami hasn't slept a wink either. I could tell from his uneven breathing patterns. He's been tossing and turning.
He gives a humorless chuckle. "You think we'd be able to. I, for one, am exhausted."
I inhale, clasping my hands together, legs bent and crossed. The two of us have only had a few conversations in the time we've known one another. Most did not go over well.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, repeating Niu's words. Those words I've heard countless times for the past two months.
"Tired," I complain, feeling the strong desire to break something just to release a little of my frustration.
"Ditto," Yami replies empathetically. "At least it's quiet and warm. If they could have it their way, Honda and Jou would still be awake playing video games down the hallway."
"That sounds like them," I snort.
Silence.
(Yami's POV)
"…Yami?"
"Yeah?" I ask from where I'm lying on my back, arms behind my head.
"Is Malik…? I didn't hurt him badly, did I?" Minkah asks hesitantly.
"It wasn't anything too serious. He pulled back in time," I answer seriously. "He upset you that badly?"
"It was a combination of a lot of things," he admits quietly in the darkness.
I nod even though he probably can't see me. "Well he's not mad at you, Minkah."
And he's not. If anything, Malik's become all the more resolute on being near the white-haired Egyptian. It hurts. I know this break up isn't something that I'm just going to 'get over' but I wish it would lessen a little at least.
"Aren't you going to ask me what he did?"
"Why?" I ask in surprise. "He's not my boyfriend anymore. He cares for you, Minkah. I won't object if you…"
"I have Afika," Minkah cuts me off in a tone that states there is no argument.
I sit up, looking across the room, just able to see his outline. "Afika seemed very protective of you. Have…how long have the two of you been together?"
"I don't know really. It's hard to remember when it became…more."
"You've known each other all your lives then?" I question, curious about the anonymity that is Afika.
I'm not trying to pry. It's just…We thought we knew him only to find that he is a completely different individual than the persona he'd created. And if Minkah loves him so much then there must be at least some redeeming qualities about Afika. This peaks my interest about the black-haired teen who's the leader of the remaining assassins.
(Minkah's POV)
No harm can come to Afika in my telling Yami a bit about him. And this extended separation from my boyfriend makes me want to speak of him, makes it feel like he's nearer.
"Since I became a part of Apophis he's looked out for me. During training Afik took the fall for my mistakes on a number of occasions. The punishments were always extremely harsh. Very few of us survived past the instruction," I whisper in a hollow voice. "There were supposed to be no ties—no friends of any sort. Getting attached to someone makes you susceptible to disadvantage should the person you care about become a hindrance in carrying out your mission. But from day one he was there. He was always there..." I take a deep breath, finding just how much I really do miss him. "We worked my first few assignments together. Then the leaders deemed me experienced enough. I never worked with him after that."
"But he came to Domino and posed as Khalil," Yami points out.
"That was due to complications. You people wouldn't leave me alone," I snap unintentionally; like it was really their fault. They weren't doing anything wrong. I was.
Yami clears his throat uneasily. "Is there any hope now? Do you think the others are already on their way?"
My lips tighten as I consider this. While it's true I have to finish my task, I don't see any reason spilling more blood than necessary. Unfortunately, it might already be too late.
"I might be able to convince Afika," I reply. "Though I'm afraid it won't work."
"Why's that?" Yami asks hoarsely.
I sigh, feeling responsible for this. "His main target is Malik."
"W-what?" the other gasps.
I can just imagine Yami's expression of horror. His violet eyes are probably wide. Maybe he's perspiring and trembling. His heart's pounding in a frenzy. Yami still loves Malik, whether he realizes it or not.
"Afika isn't one to share," I explain somberly. "While I told him what happened between Malik and I didn't mean anything…It hadn't been part of the plan like Ryou and him had been. I was supposed to avoid all of you while he reeled everyone in to distract you."
"Did you and Malik actually do that much?" There's a twinge of jealousy in his voice even if he isn't conscious of it.
"No. But to Afik that doesn't matter. The fact that anything took place at all…" I sigh, leaning my back against the wall. "For a long while he didn't mention it, too focused on Kaiba's actions." I shiver involuntarily, pulling my arms around myself protectively.
"Was Kaiba part of the plan?" Yami asks softly.
I glare at nothing, shaking. "No. At least, not at first. Then he took an interest in me. Basically, Apophis sold me to him in exchange for funding, weapons, and equipment."
(Yami's POV)
"That whole time you kept disappearing…It wasn't always to assassinate people, was it?" I whisper, feeling sick as I imagine what Kaiba had been doing to Minkah while the rest of us sat around having fun. "That night in Domino…it hadn't been the first time he'd raped you…"
"He did not rape me!" Minkah snaps, startling me.
"Minkah, he did. We both know it…"
"No!" the Egyptian cuts in angrily. "I was trained to take pain. I was trained not to be a victim. Victims are weak!"
I gaze at the silhouette across the room in disbelief. "That's not true! Minkah, there are thousands and thousands of victims out there…"
"And they're weak! They're all weak!" he hisses, exposing the hurting. "They are unable to fight back."
"You were ordered not to," I reply. "What would Apophis have done to you if you'd refused to cooperate with that deal?"
"Is wasn't all those times before. I could have slashed Kaiba to pieces but obeyed Fenyang and the others!" he retorts. "It was just…the last n-night."
"You helped Marik and Yugi escape. You saved their lives, Minkah. You had them run while you kept Kaiba and his guards at bay…" My voice trails off as things are coming together in my mind. "You didn't go back to Kaiba Corp. willingly, did you?" I murmur, aghast.
He doesn't answer. I hesitantly swing my legs over the side of the bed. I can see his form stiffen at this movement, watching and listening keenly to my every move now.
"Minkah, can I come over there so we can talk? Just talk."
The Egyptian falters uncertainly. I don't blame him after all he's been through. It's surprising enough he'd even agree to be in a bedroom with just one other person.
"Just talk?" he suddenly asks guardedly.
"Just talk," I repeat sincerely.
Another minute or two passes as he struggles with this offer. I wait patiently, wondering vaguely what I'm doing. The two of us don't talk. Not really. Not about deep subjects like this.
"…all right."
I stand up, finding myself trembling. What am I afraid of? Sure I've dealt with victims of extreme mistreatment before, but not this particular type of abuse. I have to be careful of not only wording and tone but also body language. All of these things can send the wrong sign if not directed correctly. A thought occurs to me and I stop in the center of the room.
"Would you like a light or two on?" I ask.
He might be more at ease being able to see me better to make sure I'm not going to try anything. A 'click' is his answer as the lamp beside his bed lights up, casting a faint glow across the room. It's not a substantial amount of light, but with his sharp eyes I'm sure he can view me quite clearly.
I stand in front of his bed, my hands at my sides. He's sitting there on the corner near the door should the need to escape be necessary. Grey eyes scrutinize me thoroughly.
"You can sit," he states though that charily expression doesn't leave.
I do so, making sure to keep a fair amount of distance between the two of us. The springs of the mattress creak faintly; the only sound in the room. We sit staring at one another for a while. I realize he's not going to be the one to continue our conversation. Internally sighing, I begin.
"You didn't answer my question about going back to Kaiba Corp."
He glares at me. "I don't see how it's any of your business what happened there."
"Oh really? Because Afika and Ryou showed up with you at the Game Shop. You were a bloodied mess and were in complete hysterics." He looks away, humiliation apparent. "Grandpa and Malik cleaned you up, so we know to some extent what Kaiba did to you," I finish gravely.
"So the whole group knows?" he asks quietly.
"Yes." What else could I say?
Minkah's hands ball into fists as he sits there tremulous. "They'd knocked me out after your brother and Marik escaped," he whispers wretchedly. "When I woke up we were in his office they…" He gulps to steady his nerves. The way he's just telling me, it's almost like he's in a trance. "They'd taken my clothes. He let his guards beat me up for a while and then he…he…" His voice cracks, yet I'm astonished to find there are no tears.
"I know," I say sympathetically.
He looks up at me, fires blazing in his eyes. "I couldn't fight back. They were too strong and the beatings gave me internal injuries. I couldn't fight back! I tried! I tried!" Minkah emphasizes frantically, desperate for me to not see him as pathetic.
"You used your strength defending Yugi and Marik," I rejoin, heart aching for all the suffering he's had to endure. "And who exactly told you that victims are weak?"
Shoulders slump in defeat. "Fenyang and the other leaders. Kek. Afika…everyone but Niu seems to get it."
"And what if they're all wrong?" The menacing spark in those eyes warns me to watch my tongue. "What I mean is: you, Afika, the others…you were all raised by Apophis, weren't you?" He nods slowly. "So when they tell you something about the world you are taught to believe it is the truth. I'm assuming you don't follow everything they ordered otherwise the majority of the organization wouldn't be dead right now."
(Minkah's POV)
"I never based my judgments completely on what Apophis told me. I relied solely on Afik for the truth." I narrow my eyes threateningly. "Are you implying Afika is wrong?"
I catch the panicked look on Yami's face even though it's there for less than a second. He's recognizing and reading my emotions surprisingly fast. Wait. He's done this before. He had a similar talk before with…
"I'm suggesting that perhaps Afika was taught to believe the wrong things too. That doesn't put him at fault," Yami states seriously, assertively. "You told us earlier that Niu was captured at a later age than the rest of you—that he wasn't raised by Apophis. Well maybe the reason Niu views victims so differently than the rest of you is because he can see them for what they really are."
"And…what are they?" I ask faintly, afraid to hear because deep down inside I know.
I know I am a rape victim.
Yami leans towards me slightly. "Human beings. People who've suffered needlessly for someone else's sick pleasure. They're all over the world. Rape. Physical beatings. Mental abuse. Torture…" Violet eyes give off a strange gleam at the last word. "Slavery."
My brow furrows, not understanding what he's getting at here. I know there's slavery going on in these modern times even though the majority of people don't want to believe it. But I don't see what slavery has to do with me; why he stresses that one. He notes my unease, features grim.
"Capturing children, abusing them, brainwashing them, training them to kill other innocent people…"
"You're shifting the blame on us?!" I spit heatedly. How can he be doing this so easily? Making me go from feeling that I'm a victim into an inflictor of brutality?
"I didn't say that," he answers quietly.
There's a pitying glow in those eyes now. I've been getting that look far too frequently. It just makes me feel all the more helpless.
Yami's gaze never wavers. "The assassins that Apophis trained are also victims. You were children forcibly taken from your families. You were robbed of any real life. You weren't allowed to be children. You were taught to be killing machines."
My heart is beating abnormally fast in my chest and head. The room is spinning and I want to just scream until the windows break and the ice from outside forces its way in. I want it to surround me, coat me, encase me in its deathly cold. Then everything will go numb. That's what I want. Numbness. A moment without pain. A moment without doubt. A moment where I don't feel anything.
Somehow, amidst it all, Yami's voice is still reaching me. "Malik and Marik were from the tombs, you know. Their mother died in childbirth—Marik's birth. Their father hated him for it. Beat him, cut his vocal cords, abused him physiologically. Malik on the other hand, was the 'blessing'. He was given the 'honor' of having ancient scriptures carved into his back." The rage vibrating in the air is unmistakable, and it's not mine. "One day their father was beating Marik again and Malik snapped. He grabbed a knife and stabbed the man until he was unidentifiable. Then he took Marik and they escaped. I don't know how long they lived on the streets. Marik doesn't remember those times. By that point he was in an undeviating state of hysteria. Malik would never say much of what happened while living on the streets, only that he'd had to kill a lot of people; not just people who meant to do them harm. He killed people for their food and for shelter. He didn't trust anyone. Nearly knifed Grandpa when he came upon them," Yami chuckles somberly, bringing me out of this past he's taken me to. "They were children treated cruelly and, as a result, murdered in order to survive. Look at them now. Is Malik a bad person because he was just trying to protect Marik and stay alive?"
"What are you getting at?" I ask wearily, these explanations taking their toll on me.
"That perhaps it isn't all black and white. There's a large grey area in the middle where innocent and guilty are fused together, unable to separate. That maybe many a victim is also an aggressor but not out of choice."
I look down at my hands fisted in my lap. Is it true? Are all six of us actually victims? Even that bastard Kek? Even…?
…even Afik?
(Yami's POV)
I watch silently as Minkah goes into a sort of daze, glazed eyes staring at his hands unfocusedly as his mind tries to process everything I've said. I'm not sure if it was wrong to tell him so much about Malik and Marik. Perhaps Malik already told him at least some of it. Somehow, the best option seemed to find an example besides his comrades' for Minkah to examine.
Something I'm unsure of is which he'll take the hardest: his own acceptance of being a victim or of Afika being one as well.
"I guess it would be difficult to be told someone like Afika…well, that he could be wrong," I say carefully.
"He's not just my lover," Minkah nods sullenly. "Aside from Apophis, he raised me. He sheltered me when I should have been one of the majority that were butchered. At one time I suppose you could have called him a brother and father figure all rolled into one."
I smile sadly. "And yet he's only a year or two older than us? That's some major responsibilities on his part."
Inside, I wonder why the black-haired teen would have done so. Simple curiosity of having a companion? Or was there an incentive? Minkah had become a part of Apophis at a young age, so Afika couldn't have been on many 'assignments' yet and seen the outside world. This leaves me to believe that there was a further motive into Afika taking Minkah under his wing. While this troubles me, there's nothing I can do about it. And mentioning my theory to Minkah would be a sure-fire way to get my neck snapped.
Unable to hold back a yawn, I cover my hand with my mouth. "Sorry."
"It's fine," he replies, yawning as well. Darn things are so contagious.
"Perhaps it's time we give sleep another shot," I grin bracing my arms and pushing off of the bed, heading back towards my own.
(Minkah's POV)
Panic takes a hold of me when he gets up and moves to his bed. I'm more exhausted than ever now after our talk but I'm still afraid to go to sleep. Kaiba's there waiting. Waiting to rape me again and again. I close my eyes but horrible visions flashes behind my eyelids and I quickly focus on Yami who's about to lay down on his own bed.
I bite down hard on my lip, tasting blood. How desperate am I? How trusting can I be? I've been able to confide in him and he's certainly helped me look at things that have happened to me from a different perspective. But couldn't anyone do that and still take advantage of me?
My heart stops at this thought and I suddenly realize what being a victim truly is. I'm left with these feelings of suspicion. I'm afraid to trust anyone because they could hurt me like before. But rationality tells me most people aren't like that. I glance at the teen across the way who's reaching to pull the blankets over his body. He's not like that. Swallowing my pride, I force myself to speak.
"Y-Yami?"
(Yami's POV)
I quirk an eyebrow at the feeble voice, looking over to find Minkah where I left him. There's a bit of blood on his lower lip which he's biting down on. Those grey eyes are wide and terrified. His hands are clasped together, knuckles white. Damn, I thought he was feeling calmer. What happened?
"Are you all right?" I ask, sitting up again.
"I…I can't…" His words fade as he gives me a helpless look like a small scared child.
"What is it?" I ask worriedly. "Is it another panic…?"
"N-no."
Why is he stammering? Did I do something wrong? Perhaps I frightened him somehow? Shit, I should have known better. Just because I've had similar talks with Malik over the years doesn't mean that I should just start babbling on. It must have been too much to throw at Minkah all at once.
"Look, I'm sorry if I upset you…" I begin to apologize.
"It's not that," he replies quietly. "I…I can't sleep."
"I couldn't either earlier. It's worth giving it another try though, don't you think?" I ask, having no desire to sit up the remainder of the night simply because he can't sleep.
"I won't be able to," he states nearly inaudibly.
"How do you know that? Your body and mind are both exhausted."
"It's not that I can't sleep," he continues reluctantly, unmistakably embarrassed about something. "I just…have nightmares."
I start in surprise. "So you haven't been sleeping hardly at all since…since last we saw you?" I decide Kaiba shouldn't be brought into this, as I suspect already he's the source of these nightmares.
"No. I've slept fine."
"Then why can't you sleep here? We could rearrange the beds so I'm further away if that's what's…"
"I can't sleep alone," he whispers in shame, eyes downcast.
I blink. He can't sleep alone? But I'm right here…oh.
Oh.
My eyes are wide as I feel sweat forming on my forehead. Okay this isn't what I expected to happen. I agreed to stay in the same room with him, not the same bed, for Ra's sake! To top that off, I'm still not comfortable around the guy. How the hell am I supposed to handle this?
"Forget I mentioned it," he mutters dejectedly, having caught my mortified expression.
"It's not that," I reply hastily. "I just was thinking that you might be more comfortable with someone else?"
Grey powerless eyes meet mine and I know. I knew even before I suggested it. There isn't anyone in the house he trusts more right now than me. Well, except maybe Marik, but that's out of the question.
I sigh. "All right. I'm coming back over there."
Minkah gives a slightly amused snort now that I've agreed to his request. "I can see that. The light's still on."
My face heats up at my own stupidity as well as the fact that I'm lying down on his bed as he crawls somewhat cautiously to the head of the bed as well. Pulling the covers over our bodies, I switch the lamp off.
Immediately, I find another flaw with this set up: the bed is a single. Two people lying side by side isn't going to work out so great. I can only pray to the gods he's not a roller or kicker. We'll practically be breathing down one another's necks. There's no way either of us is going to be able to sleep like this!
"We're kind of crammed here. Maybe we should push the beds together…"
"Too tired," he mumbles groggily.
I sigh, fighting the urge to squirm when his arm brushes against mine as he turns slightly. I'm used to sharing a bed with Yugi back at the Game Shop. And the only other person I've been in bed with was Malik, but that was for very different reasons. This is just plain weird. I don't really understand it either. A rape victim wants to sleep this close to someone else? I'd better mention that subtly just to be on the safe side.
"All right. Well at least tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable in any way…"
A barely contained yell of surprise catches in my throat as Minkah's arms suddenly snake around my waist, pulling his body to mine and burying his face against my chest. What the fuck?! I shift slightly to see if he'll loosen his grip on me but he simply sighs in a contented sort of way.
Okay, now I'm freaking out.
"Erm…Minkah?" I ask in a strained voice. "I'm not exactly comfortable with…"
I stop, listening intently only to be left in utter astonishment. His even, rhythmic breathing. He's already asleep?! I stare down at the figure attached to my torso, comprehending I'd better get used to it fast because this is how I'm going to have to spend tonight. This is so much more than I agreed to. Exhaling in defeat, I wrap my arm tentatively around his shoulder, his hair brushing my chin, and order the unease away so I too can hopefully get some sleep.
(Yugi's POV)
"Game," I grin, setting down the Dark Magician on the field…er…carpet.
Ryou rolls his eyes. "Now can we go to bed?"
"Sure sure…waaaait a minute. You didn't go easy on me so we could go to sleep, did you?" I prod skeptically.
He heaves a sigh. "Yugi, I couldn't beat you at this game even if I were trying my hardest."
"So you did let me win." I begin shuffling my deck again to which he groans.
"Yugi, haven't you been listening to a single world coming out of my mouth? I'm tired. I'm worried about my brother. I don't want to play any more games."
I stop my tormenting when he mentions Minkah. "I'm sure he's fine. Yami's with him. And my brother was the one who helped Malik out so much when Grandpa brought Malik and Marik back from Egypt."
Ryou nods gloomily. "I just want to talk with Minkah, is all."
"You will," I reply, placing my deck aside. "Heck, he's no doubt just overwhelmed right now, what with all that's happened."
My friend looks away at this, blazing with fury. "How could Otousan do something like that? Is there no limit to his hatred for my brother? Selling Minkah out to those army people? Did he think that would win my faith in him back?"
I wince, almost wishing Grandpa hadn't told us that little detail. Of course, it might be important. If Mr. Bakura is involved with the army then he could possibly show up again. We don't want to be caught off guard like last time. Then again, Minkah wasn't. He knew what was coming even before the man had arrived.
At any rate, the assassins will be arriving too. How, when, and where—we don't know. I glance over at my friend who's positively seething as he thinks about his father. I'm worried about Ryou. I actually am more worried about him than anyone else; even Marik. Everyone's already looking out for Marik and he'll be well-guarded. Minkah might actually be able to help us get this whole mess sorted out without anyone getting blown up, stabbed, etc.
But Ryou…
Afika's coming. Our friend refuses to talk about the black-haired teen. And whenever Afika is brought up Ryou either storms out of the room or gets that livid gleam in his eyes. Yet there's another side to it. When Afika is mentioned, there's also pain and sadness festering in Ryou's features. This frightens me. And after the standoff between Minkah and Ryou, it's pretty clear to say Ryou still has feelings for the head assassin. What makes that even more dangerous is the fact that Ryou's brother is Afika's real boyfriend. When the black-haired teen gets here it's very possible that all hell will break loose.
"Perhaps it is time for bed," I suggest charily, wanting that unnatural fire to leave my friend's eyes.
He doesn't say anything, pushing his cards into an untidy pile and shoving them away. Ryou stands, trudging over to his designated bed for the night and curls up under the covers. I turn out the light before doing likewise, praying that things will be better when dawn comes.
(Minkah's POV)
"Come in," I say impassively from the wood floor where I'm whetting my knife.
The door creaks open and closes. He stands before me in the windowless room, arms at his sides. I don't look up even as I feel his eyes upon me, studying me, delving beneath my skin and into my very soul. There's so much to say and yet absolutely nothing. We both know. He's no fool. He comprehends.
"When are you heading off?" he asks plainly for the sake of starting the conversation. He already knows the full layout of the plan.
"Tomorrow. I'm going to 'run into' some archeologists and beg them for help. From there we've predicted they'll send me to Japan," I answer, never ceasing my task, the blade becoming increasingly lethal.
"And you're ready for this?"
This question holds more behind it than he's said. I finally pull my attention from my weapon, looking up into those perilous brown eyes. Ebony bangs cover them slightly, falling down, framing his sharp features. His shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans that are coated with blood. As the fabric stretches, little brown flecks drop like dried paint to the floor.
"I've been waiting for this my entire life," I scoff. "You know that."
"I know," he nods impassively, muscles relaxed. "Unfinished business and all. I'm just wondering if you're ready to face this."
"It's what she wants!" I hiss.
Afika doesn't flinch. "Once again: I know. But Minkah…" He kneels before me, calloused hands closing over my own that are grasped around my knife—the knife.
We stay this way in silence for a long while. He leans forward, our foreheads touching. I close my eyes, breathing even and serene. He can calm me so easily. Just his presence does. He need not even say a word. I wish we could do more than this, but not now. There are too many people wandering about the building. Fenyang or one of the others could come in here at any moment. I can feel myself shaking ever so slightly at this thought. Not Afik though. His training has allowed him to block emotions he may be experiencing. Only for me will he let such as this show.
"I'd best be leaving so you can finish preparing," he murmurs, fingers ghosting along my jaw line as he stands slowly. "Don't let it get to you. Your skills will be less effective if you allow emotions to take over."
I nod, staring up at him mutely. His russet eyes are still watching me, assessing my current state of mind. Afika has always been good at reading others. It's impossible for me to hide anything from him. Yet, I've never felt the need to do so.
"It's just the two of them then?"
Blinking, I nod again. "Yes. The bastard and his brat. It seems I won't be able to kill them until the mission for Seto Kaiba is complete."
"Well don't hurry it. Their deaths are inevitable provided that you keep your head. But rushing in order to reach your goal could snatch this chance from you yet again." I open my mouth to retaliate but he's too swift. "That's something neither of us wants." While I gaze at him wordlessly, a small smile twitches at the corners of those tantalizing lips. "Take care, love."
"I…will."
He takes the few steps to the door, glancing over his shoulder as he opens it. "Oh, and Minkah."
I look up at him from my spot on the floor. "Afik?"
My koi grins, sharp canine teeth visible, eyes glinting. "Crush them."
Smirking, I nod, fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife in anticipation.
"I will."
My eyes shoot open, breathing ragged as I find myself against an unfamiliar body, Afik's voice still echoing in my mind. Vigilantly maneuvering my arms from around his waist and his arm from my shoulders, I pull back and look down into the sleeping face.
Yami.
I internally batter myself. Of course, how could I have forgotten? Sitting with my weight on my arms planted on the mattress, I study the other teen before me. Though it's dark, I can still make out the practically flawless symmetrical features, the unblemished skin, the colorful hair. So this is who I 'stole' Malik from. I don't like that fact; especially after all that Yami's done for me in the past few hours. I owe him, for more than one reason. And I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep with this on my conscience.
Sighing, I reach down and grasp his shoulder, shaking him gently.
"Yami."
"Gnnn…"
"Yami!" I whisper loudly, yanking hard on his upper eyelid with a 'snap'.
"Ow!" he yelps, sitting up straight, hand over his right eye as he blinks at me confusedly with his left. "Minkah? What the hell are you doing?"
"We need to talk and you wouldn't wake up," I state simply.
He blanches at me, rubbing his sore eye gingerly. "Why not just break my thumb or push me off the bed headfirst?"
"That's a bit extreme don't you think?" I smirk as he merely groans in exasperation.
"Listen, I'm already staying in this room and letting you squeeze the life out of me. Can't this wait until the sun is up and I've had more than one or two hours of sleep?"
"No, because until we talk about this I'm not going to be able to sleep, which, in turn, means you won't be either."
He puts his hand down, glowering. "Fine. But make it quick."
"Now that part depends on you," I reply, serious now. He detects the change in my demeanor, paying attention. "Yami…You have to talk to Malik."
"About what?"
"About the two of you."
"What's there to talk about?" he asks, a tint of resentment decipherable. "And why are you and I even having this discussion in the first place?"
I stare at him for a moment, knowing how much I really have wounded them. It hurt enough when I walked into the bastard's house that one day to find his son and Afik cuddling asleep on the sofa. I'd wanted to rip him to shreds for touching my boyfriend. And there I was screwing with Malik's emotions because I was lonely and jealous. That was all.
"Because I'm the reason the two of you broke up," I say quietly, eyes downcast.
He sighs heavily, shifting. "It's like you said back at the Game Shop. Sooner or later it would have happened anyway if our relationship was unstable. You were right."
"Was I? Did he tell you that he doesn't care for you anymore?" I question, not really certain how it ended.
Yami chuckles in a spiteful way as we sit in the gloom that's settled around him. "Oh no. He still loves me. He basically decided he couldn't just have either one of us." He catches my confused look. "Malik wanted us to be a threesome, Minkah."
It's my turn to be dumbfounded. "W-who? You two and me?"
Yami nods unhappily. "Apparently, I'm not enough for him."
"He's confused," I exclaim, heart racing at hearing how deeply Malik feels for me. "You and Malik…He and I barely know one another!"
"That's beside the point. He's convinced himself that without the two of us both he will not be happy. You did give him quite a blow when we all found out you're with Afika. I didn't even have to look at him to know how badly it shocked him."
In truth, I hadn't even considered what Malik would think. I was too concerned with Ry…the bastard's son's reaction. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the blonde Egyptian would still be sporting the same feelings he'd confessed to me in the dressing room. And even then I hadn't known they ran so deeply.
"But now that he knows…"
"I'm not going to be his rebound," Yami snaps. "Just because his plans didn't work out…"
"Haven't you people been through enough?" I cut in leaning towards him. "You yourself said I'm messed up…"
"That's not how I meant it. You're twisting my words around…!"
"Stop interrupting," I retort, patience waning. "From the start Malik was suspicious of me being in an abusive relationship with Kaiba. The guy went so far as to stalk me on several occasions, and, of course, proved his theories correct."
"I don't see what this has to do with me."
I lock eyes with Yami's, just able to make out the light from the snow outside reflecting off them. "He was trying to protect me. You told me about the tombs—told me what happened to him and Marik. It was that sort of 'connection' the two of us had, the potential that I was being mistreated as they had been, that ran him. Whether there were actually any romantic feelings or if he just became obsessed with trying to look after me is hard to say. It sounds like even Malik himself isn't certain. And how will either of you get through this unless you find out the truth?"
Yami sits quietly facing me though he's not looking at me. This has to work. For everyone's sakes' this must work.
"I have to talk to him, don't I?" Yami finally asks halfheartedly. I nod. "And you're not going to let me sleep until I do?" I nod again. He sighs. "All right."
He gets up, stretching, taking it his time before walking around the bed to the door. There, he stops when it's half-open, looking back at me concernedly.
"Are you going to be all right by yourself? I could have someone else come in here just until I…"
"I'll be fine," I reply quickly.
He gives me an uncertain look but leaves, closing the door behind him. I wait in the darkness, straining my ears to hear if there are any voices out there, in which case the old man is awake. That could pose as a problem.
Don't get me wrong, I do want Yami and Malik to be together again. I'd never meant to ruin their lives and heaven knows Malik's been through enough as it is. But there's another reason I wanted Yami out. He's like a guard. If he'd awoken to find me missing the entire house would flip. Let's just hope he and Malik aren't going to have their discussion in the main room upstairs.
Cautiously, I get up and open the door, peering down the shadowy hallway. Not detecting any movements or sounds, I start off on my hunt. Reaching the television room, I find the old man fast asleep on the couch, mouth open slightly as he snores. Smirking, I move across the room to the spiral stairs, ascending them while watching alertly for what may be waiting above.
Reaching the central floor, I look around. Red embers are glowing in the fireplace, slowly, ever-so-slowly dying. I narrow my eyes when I spot none other than the teen himself sitting in the chair next to the fireplace, my notebook lying on his lap. Slowly, I approach, partially out of curiosity. I'd expect him to be gazing longingly at the picture of Afik but it's not. It's her. He's staring fixatedly at her—the one where she's staring forlornly out the window, a tinge of dark blue surrounding her in a melancholy atmosphere.
I come out of my stupor to find myself trembling horribly. She hasn't said anything to me yet. What does that mean? He's looking right at her! Hasn't she noticed? What does her silence mean? Is she speaking to him? I doubt it. He looks calm. She wouldn't speak kindly to him. If anything, she'd bring him to tears with her sharp tongue.
Stepping closer, I stand next to the couch, practically right in front of him. He doesn't take any notice. I take a deep breath, saying his name; the one I've loathed for so long.
"Ryou?"
He jumps, awakening from her spell. Wide innocent brown eyes look into mine.
"Minkah! I…what…Please forgive me!" he blurts out, rising swiftly. "I didn't mean those things I said back there! I was just so angry at Otousan and Afika and they weren't here so I took it out on you. That was wrong and cruel and I'm sorry!" he finishes in earnest, wide eyes begging for pardon.
(Ryou's POV)
I stare at my brother, waiting for some kind of answer to my rather sloppy apology. I had rehearsed what I was going to say to him but he just caught me off guard. Why is he up here? Where's Yami? Those two grey eyes slice into me, the embers casting a red glow about us. Clenching his jaw, he studies me meticulously until I want to scream at him to say something. Anything. Instead of answering me, his narrowed eyes move down slightly.
"I thought you'd be looking at Afika."
Blinking in confusion, my face flushes when I realize I'm holding the open sketchbook. Minkah gives me an inquisitive look, taking a step closer.
"I don't want to think about him," I reply quietly, stealing a glance at the picture of the young woman.
"You don't miss him?"
"I miss who I thought he was," I retort a bit harshly. "Sorry. It still hurts, you know? I've never been in a serious relationship…well, never been in a romantic relationship. He made me feel special like no one else has been able to…" My voice trails off when I note how his expression has hardened a bit. "I'm sorry! That was stupid of me to say. I shouldn't be talking about your boyfriend like that."
Minkah shrugs, to my surprise. "He was the one who tricked you, not the other way around. I don't understand how you could feel so harshly toward him and yet you and everyone else pretends they've forgiven me for killing Ryuuji." My entire body stiffens at this name.
Otogi.
I didn't really know him all that well, but Minkah's right. Shouldn't killing one of our friends be much harder to absolve than Afika deceiving me into believing he loved me? What I'm feeling is awful, but what about the others who were really close to Otogi? They've got to be feeling a thousand times worse. Shame takes a hold of me at this comprehension. I've been so selfish and blind.
"You're right," I whisper remorsefully. "I'm sorry."
"How many times have you said that this evening alone?" he asks in exasperation.
I'm taken aback. Something's changed drastically. He'd been so upset by what I'd said to him earlier. Now he's acting like it didn't happen at all. Is he perhaps sympathetic because he knows how much Afika's other identity had meant to me?
"Why were you looking at that picture?"
"It's…I don't know," I stammer, knowing his mother is another subject one must be careful talking about. "I was just wondering what she was like." I look up into his eyes that are watching me disbelievingly. "She looks so sad and lonely. Why is she always by herself in your drawings?"
"That's how she would have preferred it to be," he answers bleakly. "That, or having her family back."
I furrow my brow. "Did they die?"
He snorts. "No. They abandoned her after they found out about my impending 'arrival'. No one wanted anything to do with an unmarried pregnant teenage girl," he finishes contemptuously.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I take another look at the sad figure staring out into the night—into a world that no longer accepts her. It's because of Otousan that she's standing there alone; that she's been shunned by her family and friends, forced to raise a child all on her own. She didn't deserve that. Minkah didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve to be ripped away from those that should have cared. Of course, that's another world from ours. I don't understand how it operates; what's acceptable and unacceptable. It's easy for me to judge their society when I see just a small fraction.
"I'm hungry," Minkah suddenly states, turning and heading for the kitchen, glancing behind at me momentarily. "You?"
Despite being taken aback by how relaxed he's acting towards me, I nod, eager to get to know my brother. It seems he's giving me a second chance to prove that I do care. Following his taller figure, I stop for a moment and reverently place the sketchbook on a chair, closing it so none of the pictures are visible.
"Bring it with," he states firmly without any explanation.
I hastily retrieve the book, rotating back around I find he's already gone. Hurrying, I make my way into the kitchen so we can eat and, more importantly, continue our talk.
(Minkah's POV)
He follows me like a little lost lamb, stopping to leave the sketchbook behind. My heart skips a beat. No!
"Bring it with," I order before hastening away.
He'll do so. I can sense how excited he is about me being so open with him. He doesn't know why but won't question. The bastard's son doesn't understand. I haven't forgiven him. That being said, I do believe him when he said he's sorry. The kid's never been able to lie.
He comes in, setting the notebook down on the countertop of the island in the center of the kitchen. Brown eyes watch me and I remember I'm supposed to be hungry. Turning, I open a random cupboard pretending to search for something to eat.
"Do you have many memories of her?" he asks tentatively.
My fingers clench tightly around the edge of the cupboard. "Some."
"What was she like?"
"What does it matter to you?" I ask through gritted teeth.
There's the sound of paper crinkling. He's turning the pages, no doubt to one of her pictures. My knuckles are turning white as I fight the urge to turn around and see which he's picked this time. Perhaps the same one?
"I lost my mother and sister when I was young," he whispers and my chest tightens until it feels my heart will be crushed. "It was a car accident. Otousan was off in Egypt. I was in the car too…" His voice trails off. "I was ten when it happened."
"You remember her fairly well then?" I question even as adrenaline is racing through my veins.
"Yes. Sometimes it feels like it happened only yesterday. Other times it feels like forever has passed. How old were you when…?"
He can't say any more. Afik told me the story the bastard gave to everyone: that I raped and killed her. The nerve of him to say that after all he'd done to her! But now they know he'd told them a bunch of bull shit about her. That leaves them with almost no idea about Um whatsoever, including her death.
What are you waiting for?
I close my eyes. There's no more time left.
She's here.
"I-I'm sorry if I upset you, Minkah! We don't have to talk about her if you don't want…"
You promised me. Are you going back on your promise? Ungrateful…cowardly…
"…haven't really talked to anyone much about Amane and my mother, so I can understand…"
…asked anything more of you? Or is it too much for you to bear?
"…been awful to have Otousan say things like that about her…"
…Or are you taking your father's side? she hisses.
Eyes shut tightly, I struggle listening to both of their voices. I have to choose.
"Minkah, please say something!"
Do you want my love or don't you?
My eyes fly open. I close the cupboard, turning to find him standing there, watching me with worried brown eyes; eyes filled with so much life, so many emotions. My attention is averted to the picture my sketchbook is open to. She's glaring out of the paper hatefully…directly up at him.
There is no choice to be made here.
(Ryou's POV)
Minkah looks at me for a moment before his gaze drifts to the drawing of his mother. Her grey eyes are burning with fury. Too much hatred for someone so young. As he stares at it, his own eyes narrow. When he'd first turned around he'd looked so panicked and troubled. Now there's a composed air about him.
"Two remain," he murmurs as if speaking directly to the picture. "I'm not going to fail you this time."
"Minkah what are you talking about?" I ask worriedly. Mr. Mutou said Minkah was hallucinating earlier. Is that what's happening?
My brother turns, heading for the far left corner of the kitchen. It's almost trance-like, his movements. I take an unintended step back towards the doorway. What if he is having delusions? I don't know how to calm him! I'd better get someone. Malik's on this floor! He'll know what to do.
"Uh...Minkah, I have to use the bathroom so I'll be back in just a second…"
"You're not going anywhere."
The voice was so void of any emotion. His back is to me, right hand on the counter out of my vision. My brother's standing straight, all signs of fatigue or tension having vanished completely. He doesn't seem to be having a meltdown but…
"I just have to use the…!"
"I said no!" he barks.
I'm frozen in place, too stunned by this prompt transformation. "Minkah, you're starting to scare me!"
His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles. "We've been waiting a long time for this…such a long time…" he repeats distantly.
Gulping, I take another step back. "Waiting for w-what?"
Minkah turns dangerously slowly, eyes glazed with ill intent. My own eyes widen in terror at the steak knife gripped in his hand. Upon seeing my response, a smirk slithers across his lips as he steps forward.
"She'll finally love me."
-rubs hands together- What a wonderful cliffie, no?
readers: GLARE
-laughs nervously-
"Ohebak" Afika says this to Minkah at one point. This is arabic for "I love you" (guy to another guy). I decided to use the arabic because after typing out Afika saying "I love you" it just didn't sound quite right. -shrugs- I dunno.
So some notes: A lot of people are wondering about the romantic relationships in this fic. Is is Yami/Malik? Yami/Malik/Minkah? Yami/Minkah? Minkah/Malik? Minkah/Afika? etc etc etc...Anyway, I just want to say: I know what's going to happen believe it or not, but don't trust that they'll stick with their current ideas/situations. Secrets will be found out and things are gonna change. Oh the drama and angst!
Yami: You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Ferris: Immensely! XD
Yami: -.-;
Story report!: Already started the first page or so for next chapter; BTS: having worked on any more. Planning on there being two chapters left and then it's the END! le gasp!...BTBT: I'm on page 20 but wanna make it a bit longer for reasons I'll explain in that chapter when it's posted. As I Fall: on page 15, still quite a ways to go. We'll just see how quickly I move along with it!
I'll try to update this one again soon! It's been getting special attention due to how slow it's been updated!
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