Dragon-Tooth: "HIS BUBBLE MUST BE BROKEN!" (Minkah: Noooo! Not the BUBBLE! -takes out knife to defend it- POP -scowls- Damn it!) LOL Poor dear. Ah, Malik. Our little emo-child. Don't worry, he's getting his head on straight. Well, as straight as a gay guy can be. (Malik: That was a horrible attempt at a joke) -.- You're not fun. "MEN! Can't live with them, can't shoot em anymore... legally." How's taht saying go? 'If you don't get caught, it's legal'. -grins- I , I nearly forgot! -tackles- New reviewer! XD
kxxd: New reviewer! -tackleglomps- "I don't normally review, but this fic is more than worth it." Oh! I LOVE you! -tackles again- (Minkah: Aaaaand you squeeze the life out of yet another reviewer) -grins sheepishly- Squeezed with love!
MarshmallowPeepGod: Hey sweetie. Yes, if anyone understands what it's like to have a deranged mother, it's you. (at least by you and Kana's word) -pats on head- "I'll send apple pie this time." (Minkah: -blinks- Where's the pie?) -urp- Eh? Oh, did I mention that I don't like cake but that I LOVE pie? XD (Minkah: That was MINE, Damn you!) "I kinda want Yami and Malik to get back together" Quite a few of you are beginning to feel that way, especially after Yami and Minkah's talk that didn't blossom into anything that would lead to fangirl nosebleeds. -smirk-
dragonlady222: "I hope Yami and Malik can get back together" Several of you feel that way now. I think the discussion between Minkah and Yami proved there isn't much to be had between the two of them. Plus everyone is plan S-I-C-K of Malik being so emo. LOL (Malik: You made me that way, I might remind you!)
Kitsu-cha: Yay! You're back! -tackles- "Minkah is making me mad again" -steps back- And you're so happy too! -sweatdrop- Not kill Ryou? Oh let us see! (Ryou: You're enjoying this too much, I'll have you know) -grins madly-
nayades18: "I'm a little confused… but that's why i love your writing,it's very unexpected and very realistic ..." Well I'm glad to hear that. And I hope you're only confused about the things I'm intentionally making confusing....Wow. Now I'm confused! (Minkah: You are truly pathetic) Hmmm, I don't believe there are any flashbacks in this chapter. There is Afika though! XD "the lyric at the beginning fits perfectly with them" I thought so too. And It's such an awesome song by itself too. Bonus!
Saffire Blade: I've missed you! "No fair, cliff hangers are mean and this story is SO good"-grins- Well I'm glad to hear that! Both. (readers: GLARE) ehehehe! And you do bring up a good point here: "I just wish everyone would get their priority straight, and flirt with each when they're not being hunted down" Very good. That is touched upon in this chapter.
Memnoch's Heart: "You are pure evil, you know that, right? Just an evil little...thing." Goosh! You flatter! XD "My mum loves me cause I'm clean!" (Minkah: GLARE) ROFL!!! (Ryou: -pale- This conversation is making me very uncomfortable...) "if they're all Arabic (the Apophis Team of Tardmuffins, I mean) then why do they use the term 'koi'? It bugs me..." -shrugs- They're bilingual, trilingual, etc...pick up words from different languages. You'll note that in past chapters and in this one, when Niu's not present they often will talk in Japanese, not Arabic. (Afika: "Tardmuffins"?) -grins-
Satra: "*sighs contently* why complain about slow updates when the story's as brilliant as this one?" -tackles- You are like the Zen of readers on this blasted site, you know that? I luffles you! -snuggles- "Ahh, the beauty of hopelessly tangled plotlines" -sighs blissfully- Yeah, it makes my own life look a lot less crappy. (Minkah: -mutters-)
Camomilla: "I love that Yami is talking with him at night, and Minkah didn't push him back" It was one of those scenes where I just let my fingers fly and the characters knew what to do. I love those scenes. Relaxation for my poor brain. "I don't think, that Minkah will kill Ryou. He just couldn't? Could he?" Well I haven't given away much about his mother yet. She's one of the central characters woven into this plotline. Soon more about her shall be revealed. -scratches chin- I should probably start cooking up a name for her...(Yami: -sigh)
cgflower: "you always take so long to update- and this cliffie is TORTURE"-blinks- Well how was this for updating time? I mean, I know it's not anything compared to my twice-a-week updates when I first started on this site but hey, it's better than I have been doing. I've been trying to give this story extra attention due to how long it's been posted and how few chapters there have been. "Afika's still really cool. I'm having alot of trouble deciding weather I hate him or love him" -licks lips- Yeah, I like him like that. (Afika: Don't touch me, bitch) Feisty boy, ain't he? As for Afika having deeper intentions for taking care of Minkah, there's a lot that still needs some light to be shed upon. And there's a character this chapter who's willing to try and do so. XD ...even if it kills him. (character: I'm suddenly feeling a deep sense of loathing towards you) Well it's about time!
Fallin-Alone-Scared-Lost: "Why wouldn't I reveiw? Your the #1 best writer on this site. So who cares if it takes time to update?" Aieeeee! -TACKLES- I Lurv lurv luffles you!!! -huggles- (Minkah: And we're back to squishing the readers) "I was worried my reviews were bugging you" -blinks- Why would you be bugging me? You're not flaming or coming onto me. lol Really though, did I make it seem I was irritated with you? If I did I'm reallyreallyreally sorry! -kowtows-
Sagira98: "Me a fan of Niu? Hell Yes!!" LOL Well I'm glad. I do believe he will be collecting more fans as time goes on. At least that's my aim. "What can I say? He's cute (love the pics) and seems to be the only one who isn't insane in that entire group" That would depend on your definition of 'insane'. Kasiya's not a complete nutcase. Kek is. Afika and Severa...we'll just get to them later. -smiles- "So will Malik's reign of emoness finally end" You'll seeeee...! "Afika is really really creepy. From what I can tell he doesn't seem to love Minkah, he just likes possessing Minkah." -nods understandingly- He's giving off mixed signals to everyone...just like I told him to. Good boy. -tosses him snickerdoodle- (Afika: Yessss!) LOL
This chapter shall be dedicated to kxxd, Dragon-Tooth, Satra, Camomilla, and in a special way to Fallin-Alone-Scared-Lost. Some important announcements at the end of the chapter concerning updating and such. Gorgeous haunting song.
Dangerous Mind (Within Temptation)
I'm searching for answers
'Cause something's not right.
I'll follow the signs,
I'm close to the fire.
I fear that soon you'll reveal
Your dangerous mind.
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
I fear your smile and the promise inside.
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
I fear your presence, I'm frozen inside.
Inside…
I'm searching for answers
Not questioned before.
The curse of awareness,
There's no peace of mind
As your true colors show
A dangerous sign.
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
I see the truth that you've buried inside.
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
There is no mercy, just anger I find.
I just have to know while I still have time
Do I have to run or hide away from you?
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
I see the truth that you've buried inside.
It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.
There is no mercy, just anger I find.
I find
Chapter 12: Faces
(Malik's POV)
I stare out the window as it grows darker and darker outside. My mind is in a muddle. I'm not really certain of what I'm supposed to be doing. My brother's words are eating away at me.
Is it true? Was I really just out to protect Minkah? Did I confuse that instinct with love? It's not completely implausible.
I wish this weren't so complicated. There are many emotions and theories yet none of them are sticking. Perhaps I should consider this differently. Were any of the feelings I supposedly was experiencing reciprocated by Minkah? He's admitted to being the lover of none other than Afika himself, but does Afika abuse him as Kaiba did? Did Minkah possibly want something to happen between us but was too afraid of what Afika would do? Is the black-haired teen just another Kaiba? No. I saw the way Minkah acted and spoke towards the CEO. If it weren't for Apophis, Minkah would have slaughtered him the first opportunity he got.
…then again, the white-haired Egyptian did tell all of us that Afika is the most dangerous of the remaining assassins. That two-faced bastard's not one easily deceived, I could see it in his eyes when he revealed his true identity. He's clever and powerful. So even if he were mistreating Minkah, would Ryou's brother be able to escape him?
"I said: may I come in?"
I twist around to find Yami standing in the partially opened doorway. He gives a lopsided smile.
"I've called your name four times now. Quietly, obviously, because Marik's already asleep. So, can I come in?"
I snort skeptically. "You know you could have shouted loud enough to wake the dead and he'd still be asleep."
Chuckling, Yami comes in and shuts the door behind him. "Yeah, I know. Guess I'm just making excuses. I really only called you two times," he admits.
We stand awkwardly, both staring at random objects in the room like the large dresser, the decorative carvings covering the headboard of the bed, the cream-colored carpet…It's almost an out-of-body experience, like I'm watching the two of us from above.
I clear my throat. "So, why did you come here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Do you?" he asked with an amused tone.
Scowling, I fold my arms across my chest. "Fine, so I don't. That still doesn't explain why you'd come at this hour…whatever hour it is. Did it ever occur to you that I might be asleep?"
"No," he answers with a slight shrug. "I knew you'd be awake. Just because we separated doesn't mean all of my intuitions and knowledge about you were suddenly erased."
"Oh."
Yami sighs, shifting uneasily. "Malik, I came here to…well, talk to you about…us."
I narrow my eyes. " 'Us'? As I recall, you made it quite clear earlier that there is no 'us' and never will be again."
He looks down at his feet. "And I meant that, but…"
"But what? What more could you possibly have to say to me? Do you want to rub it in my face that Minkah has Afika as a boyfriend? How Minkah chose to have you stay with him through the night? Is that it?" I spit bitterly.
"You know me better than that," he hisses, stalking forward. "Minkah and I have been talking and you wouldn't believe how guilty he feels for our breakup. He thinks…well, he's blaming himself."
I gawk in surprise. "But it's not his fault!"
"He thinks it is. To be quite honest, I'm not sure who it should be," Yami answers quietly. "Really, I think it's all three of us. We each had some part to play in this whole misunderstanding."
If I was surprised before, now I'm flabbergasted. "M-misunderstanding?"
Yami notes the anticipation in my voice, the corners of his mouth lifting a bit. "Well, you thought he was in love with you. I got angry and resentful instead of trying to figure out the cause behind your sudden proposal of a threesome. And you, confused about your feelings towards him…"
"I don't love him," I whisper suddenly.
Amethyst eyes are wide, mouth opening as his breath catches. "You…w-what?"
I step towards the middle of the room, towards Yami. "I'm not in love with Minkah."
Yami looks like he just was hit over the head with a ton of bricks. At least, this is what I would suppose it'd look like. I've never actually seen such happen.
(Yami's POV)
I'm at a complete loss. No words could describe what I'm feeling now. Part of me wants to run and embrace him. The other half warns me to hold back. The two of us stare at one another, knowing this is the turning point. Whatever happens next will be the deciding factor in our future; of whether it will be together or separate.
"I was protective of him…I was confused," Malik confesses when I don't speak. "I still am. But I do know I love you. That hasn't changed. It never has." He takes another step toward me.
It takes all of my willpower not to back away. Those violet eyes are so pleading and vulnerable. I don't like seeing him in such a state. We've always strode to shield the other from being hurt. But he is hurting now. Both of us are. And there's nothing I can do to stop that.
…Or is there?
"I wasn't enough for you," I whisper somberly, reminding him of that argument that had sealed our fate.
Malik tries to hide the emotional blow. "I was confused then too."
"You're confused a lot, aren't you?" I smirk, receiving a weak smile in return. "Malik, I don't know if it will work out or not. Let's talk this through, all right? We can't ignore it. If we try and pretend it didn't happen things will only take a turn for the worse."
He nods eagerly, relieved that I'm giving us a chance. "I can do that."
I sit down on the floor at the foot of the bed, beckoning him to sit next to me. He hurriedly plops down. Considering the exuberant glow in his eyes I'm surprised he hasn't tried to hug me to death.
"Yami?"
"Yeah?"
Malik scratches the back of his neck gracelessly. "You said before…that you were attracted to Minkah…"
"I admitted he's attractive physically. That's different from love. And a relationship between Minkah and myself is about as likely as Jounouchi and Honda hooking up," I answer wryly to which Malik openly grins. "When Minkah and I talked just a while ago it was the first time we didn't start fighting while having a discussion. That's an accomplishment in itself. We're like water and oil. We don't mix."
"You don't," he agrees, eyes misting. "But…"
"But?"
Malik looks at me again. "But he and I have. We are alike. Why is it that you could be with me and not with him? What's the difference between the two of us?"
I understand what he means. He wants to know why I haven't fallen for Minkah. The irony of the situation is amazing: Malik's afraid I'll become smitten with the white-haired Egyptian.
"Malik, you and I have been through a lot together. We didn't just jump in bed. There were several difficult years before we became a couple. We weren't strangers by that point."
"But you could do the same with Minkah," he points out as if I've already rejected him. "You could begin helping him like you did with me. He already trusts you more than anyone else here…"
I lightly smack Malik on the forehead. "And there goes that over-imaginative mind of yours. You need to stop suspecting me of every little thing." I lean closer to him at this. "Since when did you become so distrustful of me?"
He looks away, hands tightening into fists. "I guess…When Minkah came back. I saw the two of you holding hands and immediately thought the worst."
"But why?" I persist, wanting to find the source of this anxiety. "What gave you such ideas in the first place?"
Malik's trembling, seemingly fixated with the carpet. "Because I cheated on you with him. It's something I never thought I'd do. Then he came back and suddenly he was holding hands with you and…" He shrugs powerlessly. "Having done it myself, I guess I just figured it was happening with you too."
"You should have known I wouldn't…"
"I know!" he exclaims, turning to me with self-loathing burning in his eyes. "It's just, having done it consequently made me feel guarded around everyone. Then I began watching you. Deep inside, I knew you wouldn't betray me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something might happen because I'd already betrayed you."
My breath has stopped as I gaze at him in a new light with wide eyes. His own gorgeous eyes are tearing as he still won't look at me, head bowed in shame. If I say anything regarding me never even considering cheating on him it will only make him feel ten times worse. I don't want him to suffer any more than he already has. It appears he's been beating himself up for this. Was that why he'd been acting so distant the past two months? Was he mourning Minkah and Otogi?
…or was he feeling guilty about cheating on me?
Smiling at him, I rest my hand atop one of his, curling my fingers around his clenched fist. Hesitantly, his hand opens, fingers intertwining with mine. I chuckle softly to which Malik gives me an inquiring look with weary eyes.
"Are we insane? Trying to reason our relationship when there are people out there wanting to kill us?"
Malik's brow furrows almost as if he's in pain. "No."
"You don't find it the slightest bit odd?" I ask intriguingly.
He shakes his head, blonde locks whishing. "How's that saying go? 'If you wait for the perfect conditions you'll never get anything done'?" Malik shrugs. "Something along those lines. What I mean is: we can't just stop living in order to live. Then we're not really living. See?"
A light laugh escapes me. "You've always had such a way with words, Malik."
He fake-pouts. "And you've always pointed it out."
Still smiling, I give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Well, it's one of the many things I love about you," I murmur.
Malik and I freeze at the loud crash coming from somewhere in the house. Immediately both of us are on our feet.
"Malik!" Ryou's voice screams.
Throwing the door open, Malik and I rush into the hallway, Yugi coming out of the room across the way.
"Guys, what…?"
"Where's Ryou? Isn't he with you?" Malik demands.
"I just woke up and he was g-gone…!"
"Yugi, go into that room with Marik and lock the door!" I order as Malik and I run into the main lounge, the fire still alight, another scream of desperation sounding off from the kitchen.
(Ryou's POV)
" 'Finally love you'?" I repeat, trying to keep my voice steady.
"You kept eluding me," Minkah whispers scathingly, insanity glittering in his eyes. "But now you're here. And she gets to watch," he smiles at the drawing on the counter. He then says something in Arabic to it in a meek, apologetic way.
I look on in confusion and fear. He thinks the picture can see us? Hear us? Just a moment ago it almost appeared he was listening to an answer; like his mother was here in the room with us. Does he actually believe such things?
I'm forced out of my wondering when he lunges at me, slamming me onto my back on the tile floor. As I fall my hand hits a metal pot on the counter, sending it crashing to the floor with us. Minkah straddles me, my wrists locked together in one of his hands as he holds the serrated knife in his other. I struggle wildly, eyes widening in terror as he raising his weapon.
"Malik!" I scream, bucking my hips, managing to hit the side of my brother's head with my leg.
This knocks him from his senses long enough for me to wriggle one of my hands loose. Growling he repositions the knife for my throat when I strike, bashing the side of his head again; this time with the metal bowl that I managed to find with my free hand. As he tumbles off me, I scramble to my feet and make a break for the doorway only to scream as fingers curl around my right ankle, yanking me to the floor once again.
"Minkah s-stop!" I cry, kicking at his hand as he strains his muscles, pulling me back towards him like a spider reeling in its helpless prey. "Malik—!"
"Already on it!" a voice grates, hands grabbing my arms and yanking me towards the doorway even as Minkah doesn't relinquish his hold on me.
(Malik's POV)
"Malik—!"
"Already on it!" I dive forward, grasping a hysterical Ryou by the arms. I begin pulling him away from Minkah only to realize the Egyptian is holding onto his brother's ankle.
Yami charges, making sure to focus on the hand with the knife. To do otherwise is a death wish. Even in his maddened state, Minkah's movements are like lightning. He slashes at Yami repeatedly, several times the knife grazes his arms and once along the side of his neck.
"What's happening?!" Jou's voice calls, the pounding of footfall telling me the others are on their way from downstairs.
Yami lashes out but not to hit. It's a false-strike, intending to trick the opposer into attacking. He used that move once before on me. A person will only fall for it once, after all. I wince as he catches the knife in his hand, the blade buried in his palm. My former koi doesn't flinch, using his other hand to direct a punch at Minkah. This leaves the Egyptian with two options. Let go of either Ryou or the knife. In that sheer instant he decides, his own fist meeting Yami's, both of them holding an end of the weapon.
"Holy shit!" Honda exclaims.
I dare look behind us to find Grandpa, Honda, and Jounouchi. Ryou's clinging to the front of my shirt, shaking terribly. Hastily, I pass the white-haired teen to a stunned Jou, turning to aid Yami who's continuing to fight the Egyptian whilst having a knife embedded in his hand. My heart sinks when Minkah reaches for the rack in the corner and produces two more steak knives. Yami grabs the hilt and draws the blood-drenched knife from his palm just in time to block the first of a series of attacks by Minkah. Nodding at Honda, we ambush the Egyptian from either side. The brunette yelps, both of us staggering back. The bandaging on my chest has been cut clean through, blood dying it crimson. Honda's upper arm is bleeding profusely. Yami's panting, cut up fairly badly along his torso.
"Boys!" Grandpa shouts. "Minkah, stop this!"
The Egyptian is trapped between the three of us. It's obvious he's not interested in fighting us though. His aim is killing Ryou.
"Minkah, why are you doing this?" I demand, to which grey eyes send daggers at me, chilling me to the very bone.
He's not sad or upset like the times he's broken down before. He isn't frightened either. No. There's only anger. Rage. Bloodlust. But what's driving him?
"I will not let you deny her this!" he shouts, turning on me and Honda even though Yami's the only one of us with a weapon. The assassin has quick reflexes. He'd be able to counter any of my former boyfriend's attempts.
"Who?" Grandpa asks from where he's standing beside Jou; Ryou huddled against the blonde.
"His death. He must die! That's what she wants! I have to show her!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Yami retorts from behind him. "There is no one here that's female. How could you 'show her' if whoever she is isn't here?"
"She is here and she's waiting!" Minkah screams motioning at something on the island in the center of the room that is blocking the four of us from Grandpa, Honda, and Ryou.
I glance there to find his sketchbook. Yami sees as well. Comprehension sets in as I recognize the girl in the picture.
There, face spattered with blood from this struggle, is Minkah's mother.
(Yami's POV)
Oh gods, what does this mean? When we first came in here I presumed Minkah was intent on killing Ryou for what the younger teen had said to him earlier. Now it's apparent that Minkah is having a meltdown of a different sort. Hallucinations. He's speaking of his mother as if she were alive and sitting on the counter with anticipation.
"Your mother's not here, Minkah," I state quietly, trying to calm him.
"Yes she is!"
I drop to the ground in order to keep from getting my head detached. That move wasn't as controlled, allowing me the privilege of not being decapitated. He's beginning to get frantic, eyes darting about as he tries to scheme up a new plan.
"Minkah, listen to us," Malik continues firmly. "Your mother is dead. She wouldn't have wanted you to murder…"
"You know nothing!" Minkah screeches rounding on Malik this time, forcing him and Honda to back away. "She's waited so many long years…I won't fail you again…not again…"
"Again?" I whisper but don't have time to contemplate as the assassin leaps nimbly over the island, letting one of the knives slip from his fingers.
Immediately, Grandpa and Jou are being herded into the kitchen as Minkah stands in the doorway, Ryou locked in a death grip, back pressed to the Egyptian's chest. Jounouchi takes a step forward only to have Minkah hold his remaining knife against Ryou's throat.
"You wants this," he hisses with a sick grin. "Are you watching? It's taken many years, but you'll finally love me. Won't you?"
"Stop talking to that stupid picture!" Malik shouts, picking up the fallen knife with the means of trying to free Ryou. I shake my head at him, warning that such a move would be too risky.
"M-Minkah…" Ryou's whimpers, eyes clamped shut as he shudders at the feeling of the blade on his throat.
"So that's it then, is it?" Grandpa suddenly questions grimly.
The white-haired Egyptian pauses, eyeing our grandfather reproachfully. Ryou hesitantly opens his eyes just a bit, gazing at us imploringly. I try to give him my most reassuring look but can't manage.
"What do you mean?" Minkah growls, clutching his sibling tightly against himself should any of us try and separate them again.
"Earlier you said that your mother always hated you. But this—killing your innocent brother will make her love you?" Grandpa asks in skepticism.
"She says she'll love me once I've finished off the bastard and his family. Do you know what it's like to have her constantly plaguing me with her sorrow and blaming me for everything?!" he shrieks, a trickle of blood sliding down Ryou's neck as the blade barely breaches his flesh.
"No, I do not," Grandpa answers solemnly. "But can you imagine what your brother is going through now? He's done nothing to you while your mother insults and puts you down! Why would you want love from someone who wants you to prove yourself by murdering guiltless people? No one should be required to do such horrible things, especially a child for a parent. A parent's love is supposed to be unconditional. Moreover, Ryou's never asked anything of you. All the boy has ever wanted is for you to be happy!"
"This will make me happy! Her love will make it all worthwhile!"
"And what if she still doesn't love you?" Grandpa says softly.
The Egyptian freezes, color draining from his face just as he'd positioned the knife. The weapon begins to shake with his hand as he steals a glance at his brother held against his chest and then at the blood-soaked drawing of his mother.
"What if it's never enough? What if there will always be something more that she demands you do before she'll love you?" Grandpa continues unrelentingly, fueling the doubt in Minkah's mind. "Ryou still loves you despite everything that's happened. He'll forgive this as well if you'll just let him go."
"She wants this…!"
"But what do you want, Minkah?!" our grandfather bellows surprising everyone at his abrupt boldness. "How do you want this to end? Do you want your brother's blood on your hands? His death on your shoulders for the remainder of your life?" Minkah's lip quivers but he doesn't relinquish is grip on Ryou. "If you've come this far already and your mother says she hates you then she most likely will forever remain that way. Don't throw away what's right in front of you!"
"But she…s-she…Please don't! Don't make me do it!" he suddenly screams, shaking his head, tears streaming down his face. "No…Please Um! Please!"
Um! He's talking to her. Now's our chance! Malik and my eyes meet and we dash around opposite sides of the island only to skid to a halt as Minkah backs away from us, Ryou in his iron grip.
"S-stay away!"
"Minkah, let your brother go," Grandpa orders unwaveringly. "We can help you figure this out but only if you release Ryou."
"No! He must die! She said he…m-must…"
Minkah's mouth moves open and closed but all that comes is a gasp and then a strained breath. We gawk as his arms around his sibling loosen, knife clattering to the floor as he falls forward onto his brother. Ryou yelps, scampering away from Minkah on his hands and knees to Grandpa who pulls the crying teen into a protective embrace. I barely pay attention to this, attention locked on the two figures standing in the doorway.
Yugi's eyes are bugging out of his head as he stares at the scene before him. Nearly all of us are bleeding. There are several knives strewn about. Ryou's weeping against Grandpa's chest. Minkah's laying face-down on the floor. But that's not the most astonishing thing.
Beside my brother is Marik. Lavender eyes don't look about the room at all. He stares down at the Egyptian on the floor with an unreadable expression. It's what is held in the blonde's hand that makes my heart skip a beat.
Clasped in his tan fingers is an empty syringe.
(Malik's POV)
"Marik!" I shout, clambering over to him. "You shouldn't be here…!"
He doesn't answer, gaze never leaving the form on the floor that is stirring. I grab Marik, moving us away from Minkah who is bracing himself on his elbows, clouding eyes finding his brother watching him.
"Don't m-make me…" he sobs. "I'm…s-sorry…"
He collapses onto his stomach, letting out a long, eerie wail. It's like that of a lost, abandoned child left out in the cold. A trembling calloused hand stretches out to his brother, fingers repeatedly clutching at thin air in a vain attempt to reach Ryou. Minkah lets out another choked sob, arm lowering as the sedative takes a hold of him and he slips into unconsciousness.
There is a long moment where none of us move, too astounded and frightened. Jou, Honda, and Ryou are more confused than the rest of us, as they understood nothing of what was said. Grandpa is the first to come out of his daze.
"Jou, help Ryou and Malik clean their wounds. There is a first aid kit in the bedroom with the double bed." His eyes linger on my chest. "I think the bandaging helped keep the blade from going very deep. Yami, Honda, you boys come with me to the bathroom. We need to take care of those injuries immediately. You're both bleeding a lot."
"What about Mink?" Jou asks hoarsely as he assists Ryou to his feet. "We can't just let him wake up and go whack again."
"We could tie him up," Honda suggests, swaying a bit due to blood loss. He holds his upper arm compactly, blood leaking between his fingers.
"No," Grandpa states firmly, turning to Yugi and Marik, the latter of whom is leaning against my bloodied chest. "You two boys take Minkah to the lounge and look after him. The rest of us will join you as soon as we are able. Malik, Ryou, and Jou shouldn't take long. They'll be with you well before Minkah wakes up."
"No," I object. "Marik shouldn't be involved in this…"
I stop when Marik lightly squeezes my arm, looking down into lilac eyes that are shining with determination. Without words, he informs me that he'll be fine for the time being. Letting go of him in submission, I allow myself to be led away.
(Yugi's POV)
I've never seen such resolve, such composure coming from Marik before. As everyone else leaves he steps into the kitchen, kneeling down beside Minkah's motionless body. There's blood all over the room, dripping from the counters and staining the floor. I walk over to the island, standing on my tiptoes and tentatively closing the sketchbook. Watching Minkah talk to it, look to it for guidance…the thing freaks me out. Her face scares me.
"Yugi, grab his legs," Marik's soft voice states, having already braced the other Egyptian by the arms.
Reluctantly coming over, I grasp Minkah under the knees; Marik and I carrying him awkwardly into the main room, resting him on the leather sofa. There's blood on his hands and clothing, though none of it is his. I shiver, staring at the way his features are curled in pain. It's not a physical anguish though. Marik calmly stands next to the sofa, moving white bangs from the unconscious teen's face.
"How can you do that so easily?" I ask in amazement, staying a good distance away by the fire.
Marik looks over at me inquiringly. "Do what?"
"Touch him! After what he just did…He could have diced everyone to pieces. He wanted to kill Ryou!" I exclaim throwing my arms above my head.
"Malik wanted to kill you guys at first," Marik smiles. That's easy for him to say. Marik has no memories from those times.
"Malik wasn't trying to fulfill his dead mother's wishes while believing she's still with him talking to him!" I argue. "And to top that off Minkah…!"
"Yugi, he's human."
I quiet as he holds out a slender hand, beckoning me to come closer. Unconvinced, I walk over to them slowly, unsure of what my friend is doing.
"He doesn't bite."
"That's debatable," I retort, watching the unmoving Egyptian warily. "If he didn't have any weapons…"
Marik's hand darts out and grasps my smaller one, placing it on Minkah's arm.
"Marik!" I shout, reeling back from both of them.
"What? Did he bite you?" he asks with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
I scowl, marching forward so I'm side-by-side with Marik again, both of us staring down at Minkah's limp form. He doesn't look very dangerous now. But…
"What do you suppose he'll do? When he wakes up, I mean."
Marik shrugs. "I can't say. He himself seemed to be unclear of what he wanted. You heard the last thing he said."
"'I'm sorry'," I recite in Arabic. "But who was he addressing? His mother or Ryou?"
"Possibly both," Marik answers, sitting down on a nearby chair. "From what he said it appears he's been 'hearing' her voice for quite some time."
"Schizophrenia?"
"…maybe," the blonde whispers distantly.
(Niu's POV)
"This was the best you could do?" Kek snorts, glancing disdainfully around the cabin as they lug the last of the equipment and supplies inside.
I roll my eyes. "A thousand apologies. The army decided to occupy all of the mansions aside from the Mutous'."
"It's not really our opinion that matters at any rate," Kasiya breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door. "It's whether Afika deems it fit or not."
"Which it is."
We all turn to our leader whose standing in the doorway adjacent to the hallway, having gone exploring the house while the rest of us worked. It's a rustic one story log cabin with a loft. There are two bedrooms, a small kitchen, a bathroom with a tub—no shower, and this room here with the fireplace that I lit long before they got here. The place has no furnace. No hot water heater. Consequently, the pipes are frozen. There is a rusty generator that I got up and running before they arrived, so at least we have electricity for lights and such. Talk about living it out in the wild. It probably explains why the owners aren't here in this weather.
"Is it to your liking then?" Kasiya asks, unable to hold back the trepidation in his voice; most likely at the thought of going out into that snowstorm again.
Afika rubs his gloved hands together for warmth. "It will suffice. I do believe the large shed where we left the vehicles will come in handy. There are plenty of tools and auto parts. Could you make use of those, Niu?" I nod. "Good. Then let us begin. Severa, go store the food and other essentials. Kasiya, you set up several types of alarms around the perimeter of the house. Kek, arrange our guests in one of the bedrooms and see that they don't cause any trouble."
Kek gets one of his wicked smirks, opening the door and disappearing into the whirlwind of snow, Kasiya reluctantly following. As the door closes I find myself alone in the room with Afika.
"Guests?"
He heads off down the narrow hallway. I pursue him dutifully. Reaching the wooden ladder, we make our way up into the loft. It's even colder up here, our breaths appearing as puffs of cloud. It's not a large area, around 6' by 4'. There are several crates in one corner filled with fusty blankets and an assortment of misshapen clothing. The ceiling is low, not allowing us to stand straight. Crouching down, Afika uses the tip of his covered finger to wipe the frost off the small window overlooking the ground and barn in the distance. From it, I'm just able to recognize Kek's burly frame dragging something through the snow. The thing is moving.
It's a person.
"Don't you worry about our visitors, Niu. They're only temporary," Afika informs me, sitting back in the musky space.
"Why are they here? Are they bait? Are they from the army?"
"Enough with the questions. I just told you not to concern yourself with them," the ebony-haired teen waves his hand dismissively.
I tense at the torturous creak of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps on the groaning floor. My mouth goes dry at the muffled sounds of someone trying to speak, trying to scream. Kek growls something at the captive but I cannot understand his words. Afika watches my reaction to all of this with amusement.
"You are far too soft. That will be your demise," he chuckles, shuffling over to the ladder. "Before you do anything else, I want you to work on that broken electric heater that's in the main room. The fireplace should suffice in there so when the heater is up and working we can move it to another area of the cabin. While we won't put anything that could explode near it, we can't have our weapons freezing up on us, now can we?" He swings his legs down so only his head is visible from where I'm kneeling. "And I'm not exactly keen on getting frostbite or hypothermia either."
"It shouldn't take me long. What shall I do after that?"
"Put together several different types of guns for use. We can't be caught unprepared. The army personnel haven't stopped by yet?"
"No."
"Pity. Well they will. Sooner or later they'll try and sniff us out. But we'll be ready for them. What they don't realize is: we're both using the same bait."
"What?" I whisper in a strained voice. "You mean Minkah and those people…?"
"Now you're fretting over lives again. And I'll put your mind at ease. Minkah will not be harmed. As for the rest of them, well, it's just their time. Simple really."
"But what if Minkah cares about them?" I ask earnestly.
Brown eyes narrow, cutting into me one last time before he descends the ladder. "I swear, Niu, your mercy will be your death."
(Mr. Mutou's POV)
"I can't believe he did that!" Honda says sitting on the closed toilet as I finish wrapping the bandages around his arm. "Minkah's crazier than I thought!"
Yami and I had to enlighten him about the 'conversation' in the kitchen, as the brunette does not speak Arabic. Malik is probably doing the same for Jounouchi and poor Ryou. I sigh heavily, helping my grandson slip a new shirt on. Yami's torso received several good lacerations, but nothing life threatening. Nothing that penetrated too deeply. His hand is an entirely different story. I've cleaned and mended it as best to my ability, but he needs to see a doctor.
"The bleeding's slowed," I announce with some relief. Both boys are lightheaded after the rapid amount of blood loss. "Still, I'll contact Lieutenant Hiroki to have him send a medic here."
"I'm fine. Really," Yami answers tiredly, not fooling anyone.
"And what about Minkah?" Honda presses. "Just what will we tell the army concerning the fact that about half of us have knife wounds? And while most of us can hide it, Yami's hand is going to be difficult to explain; especially since it's the whole reason we're calling for a medic."
"I'll think up something," I reply wearily, opening the bathroom door. "In the meantime, both of you need to rest…"
"Hey guys, they're okay!"
We look to find everyone situated in the main room. Marik and Yugi are huddled together on a chair. Malik is sitting across the way. Ryou's in the chair drawn up to the fire, not looking at anyone. Jounouchi's standing over the couch, having been the one from whom this outburst came.
"Yugi, go and fetch the radio. It's downstairs on the sofa," I state to which everyone gives me chary looks.
"You're not…gonna turn Mink in, are you, Gramps?" Jou asks worriedly.
"No. But we need a doctor for Yami…"
I'm nothing short of surprised when Malik's suddenly at Yami's side, the bandaged hand gently grasped in his own as he examines it with meticulous care.
"It's still bleeding," he says austerely, crimson seeping through the dressings. "Come on, you need to sit down." Malik wraps and arm around Yami and guides him over to his chair.
"Yugi, the radio," I repeat to my grandson who's watching the two in mute bewilderment. Coming out of his stupor, the boy nods and hastens down the stairs.
"Minkah's still out?" Honda asks, cautiously eyeing the couch as the two of us approach.
"Not a peep," Jounouchi answers. "But we can't have him wakin' up when the doc gets here. What if he's still all roar-like? Could you just give him a little more of that sleeping stuff, Gramps?"
"He's had enough traumas in the past twenty-four hours. Not to mention that earlier this evening we already gave him a strong medication to aid in ceasing the hallucinations. Combining these things along with the sedative Marik gave him, if anything else is put into that boy's system he might not wake up again." Everyone cringes.
"You coulda just said 'no' and left it at that," Jou mumbles with a shudder.
"Here's the radio!" Yugi scurries back into the room, passing me the device.
"Malik, help Yami to the room you were sharing with Marik. I'll be in there shortly."
"Grandpa, there's really no need…"
"Shut up, you knucklehead," Malik cuts Yami off though there's no harshness in his tone as he practically picks Yami up from the chair. "You're coming and that's final."
As bemused as I am by this sudden change in their attitudes towards each other, I'll let it be. It is a good change. Turning back to the group, I look at Minkah's pitiable form, gently touching the side of his face. He doesn't respond. Depending on if he shows any type of reaction to us by the time the doctor gets here, I may have to have them examine him as well. Exhaling resignedly, I head for the stairs.
"Gramps, where are you going?"
"This discussion could take a while. I don't want you boys to have to sit through it when you could be resting or talking quietly amongst yourselves. I'll be back down before they get here and tell you the explanation I've given them. Call me if Minkah begins to wake."
"Oh we will," Honda says, sitting down on the chair where Yami had been and closing his eyes.
I begin ascending the stairs when another thought occurs. "Leave Yami and Malik to themselves unless they call for any of you."
This being said, I leave, hand clutching the radio sweaty. I have to be careful in my explanation. There's so much at stake. No room for errors or blunders.
Pressing the red button on the side and switching it to the proper channel, I hold the device up to my mouth. "This is Solomon Mutou. Is anyone there?"
"Yes! This is Private Ichiro. Has Apophis come? Did…?" a voice crackles.
"No. Apophis has not come," I interrupt, thankful that it's the most sympathetic of the soldiers. "Minkah had another breakdown and got in a fight with some of the boys. My grandson Yami that was with us at your camp earlier took a rather nasty injury to his hand. I was wondering if you could have a doctor sent over here."
"I shall arrange it right away!"
"Ichiro," I say quickly before he severs the connection. "May I speak with Lieutenant Hiroki?"
"What is the subject? The Lieutenant is a very busy man and will only take calls concerning information on Apophis."
"It isn't about Apophis," I admit softly. "But it is of the upmost importance to me…and to these boys."
There's a long silence on the other end. For a moment I fear that he's gone. How much can I ask of this young man? He's not a high-ranking officer and I could be getting him into trouble. Then Ichiro clears his throat.
"Very well, sir. I'll see what I can do…but I cannot promise anything."
"I appreciate it," I murmur, sinking down onto the sofa with the radio in my trembling hands as I wait for their answer.
(Malik's POV)
"You were amazing back there," I say as I sit on the bed next to Yami who's leaning with his head against my shoulder. "Dumb, but amazing."
His lips curve upwards slightly. "Yeah. You did all right too."
"Don't ever do that again," I admonish him. "He could have killed you."
"You were worried about me?" he asks, voice exhausted.
"Yes, damn it, and I still am!" I growl taking his wounded hand and applying pressure in an attempt to slow the blood-flow.
"Ow!" Yami cries out, trying to pull away but I hold onto his wrist. "Malik, that hurts!"
"No duh. You had a knife embedded in your palm. Odds are it's bound to sting at least a little," I reply sarcastically, readjusting my grip on him.
He gives a drained glare. "I don't appreciate the cynicism."
"Well you asked for it," I reply quietly, heart pounding at the sight of his blood beginning to coat my own hands. "Shit. You're as pale as hell."
Yami smiles weakly, eyelids drooping. "Didn't know…hell was pale…"
"Yami. Yami, you've got to stay awake," I tell him gravely. "The doctor should be coming soon."
He chuckles but it comes out more as a wheeze. "You've always…been so…melodramatic."
"Don't do this," I continue, getting frightened now.
"Hn…" His eyelids flutter before closing.
"Yami, I'm not kidding! You have to stay awake! You have to stay with me!" I say desperately, shaking him. "Yami!" All I earn is an agonized grunt. "Yami!" I bellow, taking him in my arms as he goes flaccid. "Yami, you can't do this! Not now that we're beginning again! Not now that I…!"
"All right, all right, keep your shirt on," he sits up abruptly. "I'll stay awake. Just stop with the gushy speeches."
My face heats up. "You…!" I want to strangle him but that captivating smile of his makes me melt. "Damn you," I grumble. "If I weren't so relieved that you're not dying, I would kill you."
He laughs, leaning against me again. "How paradoxical. Yet I can't complain too much about that little speech just now. It was very…what's the word?"
"Passionate? Fervent?" I put in hopefully.
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'hysterical'," he smirks, a teasing in his tone and amethyst eyes. "But sure."
I reach behind me and grab a pillow, tugging the pillowcase off. Yami watches with perplexity.
"Malik?"
He lets out a small gasp of both pain and surprise when I take his hand and gently wrap the white cloth over the blood-soaked bandages. Clasping my own hands around Yami's, I press my lips to his while he's still staring in surprise at me. As soon as the kiss begins he ardently responds, placing his good hand on the back of my head and pulling me to him.
Pulling us back together.
(Ryou's POV)
The others are talking softly amongst themselves as Mr. Mutou and Malik stay with Yami while the doctor treats him. Every so often one of my friends try to get me to say something to them, but are catching on that I want time alone to my thoughts.
Sitting by the fire, I gaze across the way at my brother. I'm heartbroken. I've been waiting so long for him to accept me as his sibling. Then I find this: he's willing to kill me because it had been what his mother wanted. Was that the only reason he got close to me? To gain my trust so he could murder me?
Is he just like Afika?
"Ry?" A hand is placed on my shoulder. "Ry, how're you holding up, man?"
It's like there's a cork lodged in my throat. I finally avert my eyes from Minkah, looking at the person attached to the hand. Jou's standing there with an uncharacteristically grim expression on his face. I bite my lip, wishing there were words to even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now.
"Ryou, we really think you should talk to us. We're worried about you," Yugi states when I find myself unable to reply.
My eyes move back to Minkah who hasn't moved since Yugi and Marik brought him in here. Even unconscious, my brother doesn't seem relaxed. There's a tension written into the muscles of his face.
'What are you thinking and feeling? Do you really hate me or was it just because of your mother? Did you really want to kill me? If Marik hadn't stopped you, would you have gone through with it? Minkah…would you have slain me as a sacrificial offering to her?'
"…a state of shock," Marik is telling the others. "He's been through a lot. Perhaps we should make some tea and try to all calm down a bit," he suggests.
"Good idea!" There's the shuffling of feet before an uneasy silence. "Erm…so who wants to do it?"
"No worries, Yug. I cleaned the kitchen up before the army guys got here. It's spotless."
"It's not the blood that bothers me. It's that damn sketchbook!" Yugi's words make my attention snap back to my three friends.
Jou's smirking, crossing his arms over his chest. "What? Is Minkah's mom talking to you too?"
"That's not funny," Marik chastises with a frown causing Jounouchi to look down at his feet ashamedly. "We probably should move it though. Somewhere neither the army or Minkah will find it."
"Why not the army?" Jou asks in confusion.
"Don't you remember some of those sketches? The children slaughtered? The tombs?" Yugi questions edgily. "They'll no doubt be suspicious about some of those drawings. The last thing we need is more fuel for them to use against Minkah."
"I get it. An' we don't want Mink around it either because it…" Three pairs of eyes are upon me. "…ah, it seems to have a bad influence on him," Jou finishes carefully.
"…wondering if you could take a look at Minkah as well." Mr. Mutou enters the room with the doctor and two soldiers. "Has he shown any signs of waking up, boys?"
"Still as stone, Gramps," Jou answers somberly.
The medic takes out a stethoscope and kneels down next to the couch as Grandpa comes over to assist the man. One of the soldiers steps over to the fire. Feeling his gaze upon me I look up to find two familiar bright blue eyes.
"You were at the Game Shop," I murmur.
The young soldier—he can't be much older than me—smiles awkwardly. "I must have one of those faces. Yami recognized me earlier too."
"Is he all right?"
"Sleeping. Dr. Daisuke gave him some strong painkillers. That was quite a ghastly injury." Sapphire eyes wander to my brother as the medic takes Minkah's blood pressure. "Don't his mood swings or whatever you want to call them frighten you?"
"Yes," I admit softly. "But he's been through so much. It's not his fault."
"True. I've heard about Apophis' treatment of the children they captured and trained."
My mouth goes dry as I stare straight back at the soldier with the solemn face. The sentence was purposefully below a whisper so my ears alone could hear. But why? Is he trying to get confirmation out of me? My heart's pounding like mad in my ears as I take a deep breath.
"Minkah wasn't…"
"I know what he was," the soldier cuts me off quietly. "Even back at the Game Shop while talking to all of you, I knew. You and I both know what he was. They just haven't found the solid evidence. But they will. They have the knife. That's why I'm telling you this."
"To threaten me?" I hiss, sitting up straighter.
"To hope you'll get your brother to cooperate and play along with the story Mr. Mutou has created for my leaders," he insists. "If he turns in his comrades there's the chance he might get off the hook."
"And what if they turn on him?"
"I've stuck by the story thus far and will continue to do so: Your brother was kidnapped by Apophis two weeks prior to the incident in Domino. He was never an assassin. We can use that against anything the other assassins may say. It would be our word against theirs."
"What do you want in return?" I ask hoarsely.
"I've no intention of blackmail," he assures me sincerely. "I just wish for as few deaths as possible coming out of this. Heaven knows there have been enough already. Anything you can give me involving Apophis would be of the greatest help. I've heard about how powerful they are and am worried those above me are underestimating their abilities. Better descriptions of those that remain would also be invaluable. Their weapons…"
A light goes off in my head. "Wait just a moment."
I get up, hurrying past my confused friends and into the kitchen. There the sketchbook lies. Gritting my teeth, I open the book from the back so I'm at the final pictures. Flipping through to make sure I have them all, I rip out five pages. Hastily closing the dreaded thing again, I begin to leave when all of my muscles lock, forcing me to halt.
'Does he deserve this? Shouldn't he be given a chance at the very least?'
Looking down at the papers in my trembling hands, I flick through them again, finding his picture and removing it. I fold this single sketch several times before placing it into my pocket. This done, I enter the lounge again. The older soldier standing by the sofa is watching me meticulously now, no doubt having observed the interaction between the blue-eyed soldier and me. I hold out the minuscule stack of papers.
"Here."
Puzzled, the young man accepts them, eyebrows rising. "Are these…?"
"They're the remaining Apophis members," I inform him, knowing the others are trying to hear what we're saying. "Minkah drew them earlier so we'd be able to recognize them should they come here."
"His artistry is something to be praised," he observes before frowning. "There are only four?"
"That he knows of," I reply quickly, sweat forming along my forehead, hoping beyond hope my lie is conceivable. "There could be more but those four are the only ones he ever saw."
"We had presumed that only a small number had survived. I just didn't think it'd be so few..."
"Private Ichiro!"
"Sir!" the young man stands to attention, papers clasped in one hand.
"Bring those over here."
Ichiro dutifully obeys, passing them to his superior. A sinister smirk creeps across the man's face as he slowly turns from one picture to the next. I gulp, unable to look away. It's like he's killing them with his eyes.
"So, these are the rascals we're searching for, eh?" he sneers, gloved hands making the paper crinkle. "Why, they're not anything but a bunch of brats."
The subordinate clears his throat, obviously not flattered by that comment given that Kek and Kasiya are probably about his age. They look it, at any rate.
The paper's don't tell much. There is no information regarding their skills. No heights and weights or ages. Not even their names. But a face is all these men need.
And I've given them four.
(Kasiya's POV)
"Shit, it's cold out there!" I stomp my booted feet on the worn ocher rug as the door slams shut.
I find Niu alone perched on the edge of the sagging sofa while working on…something with lots of wires. Not caring what it is, I hurrying over and sit down, sinking into the flabby cushions. Taking off my gloves, I hold my freezing hands to the fire. They're so cold they actually hurt.
"Where are the others?" I ask the black teen who has paid me little heed.
"Kek found a cellar out around back and is trying to break in. It goes underground. Severa's in the kitchen making flammable objects no doubt."
"And Afika?" I press as he goes silent.
Niu sets his work aside, obsidian eyes boring into mine. "Who are these people he's brought along?"
I sigh, having hoped Afika himself would just have informed Niu. I should have known better. He's probably finding enjoyment in teasing the black teen with this. Hell, Afika might torture them just so Niu will hear them scream.
"I'm certain that if he wanted you to know…"
"Then I would have told you."
Niu and I both tense, turning our heads to find Afika himself standing in the shadows away from the fireplace. While his muscles remain lax, his tone tells a very different tale. To my surprise, Niu rises off the couch, taking a step towards our leader.
"I agreed to work with you because I wanted out of the torturing and killings," he hisses angrily. "Now you're what?—continuing to do so right in front of me but not admitting to it?"
A frosty smile appears on Afika's lips. "Have I ever denied it, Niu?"
I watch on, marveling in this sudden aggression coming from Niu who is the weakest of our group…physically, anyway. He's snapping. Witnessing this, I know it will only be a matter of time now before he's deemed 'unreliable' and 'unneeded' anymore. Once the weapons and other technologies are completed, he will die. And knowing Afika, it won't be slow either. No. Afika has never been fond of Niu. He will make certain the death is drawn out as long as possible. Might even hand him over to Kek.
Niu scowls, trying to walk past Afika only to have the other block him.
"Let me through. I have work to do," he states monotonously.
"Indeed."
Afika doesn't move aside, hand reaching up and grasping Niu's chin, daring the black teen to challenge him further. They stare at one another for an eternity. I sit, not daring to get involved. There's no reason for me to. Niu's fate is practically sealed now unless he gets back in line. He doesn't look away from Afika, jaw set, eyes cold. Our leader smirks, releasing him and stepping to the right.
"Off you go then."
Niu's face is impassive again; all hints of hostility gone. He merely nods, walking calmly down the hallway. Listening to his boots 'clunk' on the aged wooden floorboards, Afika moves to the fire, gazing at it as if he could see into the depths of hell itself. I wouldn't be surprised if he can.
"He'll find out," he states in an amused manner.
I blink at the switch to Japanese but reply in it just out of precaution. "About the captives?"
Afika nods. "It's not his nature to question orders. At least, it didn't used to be. He's changing. These last two months without Fenyang and the others breathing down his neck has built his confidence."
"You think he'll betray us?" I ask solemnly.
"Without a doubt."
"Then shouldn't we be planning a way to…?"
"Easy, Kasiya," Afika croons with a liquidy smile. "Let's see what he does. I am curious, I must admit. He isn't, after all, in this for himself. He never was. If it had been him alone, Niu would have committed suicide the same day he was captured by Apophis."
"What do you mean by that?" I can't help but ask.
"His family, Kasiya."
I gape. "Niu…has family out there? Where? Has he gotten in contact with them?"
The black-haired teen simply smirks, sharp white teeth sparking in the firelight. With that, he turns and begins his way out of the room. As his feet reach the hallway he stops.
"Utter so much as a word of this conversation and it will be your own head, Kasiya," he snarls before departing.
(Yugi's POV)
"Do not take those young people lightly," Grandpa warns the older soldier. "They may not look dangerous, but I assure you they are capable of…"
"No matter what they are capable of they don't stand a chance in hell against the forces we've created. They will be annihilated," the man derides, turning to the medic impatiently. "Are you quite done yet?"
"Yes," the man rising to his feet, latching up his bag. "His body is overwhelmed, but he should be waking in the next few hours. Looking at the drugs he's been given and the amounts, I highly doubt there will be any complications. If there are do not hesitate to call again."
"Thank you for all you've done," Grandpa shakes the man's hand.
"And we appreciate your cooperation in turning over the gun you apprehended from Mr. Bakura …as well as these," the older soldier replies, hungrily gazing at the sketches. "They will prove quite useful."
I glance over at Ryou who's watching on with a sickened look. I can't believe it. He actually gave those drawings of the Apophis members to the soldiers? What will Minkah say? I can see from here that there are only four pieces of paper. Ryou didn't turn one of them in. My lips tighten. He's still protecting Afika. For whose sake? Is it because he has lingering feelings for the black-haired assassin or is it because Afika is Minkah's lover? Either way, he's shielding Afika from them the only way he can.
"Oh, this slipped my mind," the higher-ranking soldier says suddenly. "The Lieutenant said to give you a message. He will contact several agencies to see what can be done. It will be hard to give you a straight answer until Charles Bakura is located though. The Lieutenant will have someone contact you with any updates on the situation."
While we listen in confusion, Grandpa nods. "I understand. Thank you."
With that being said, they depart into the blistering cold as if they'd never been here. I'm not sure who I should be questioning: Grandpa or Ryou. Jou beats me to it.
"Ry, you…you gave them the…"
"Please," our friend implores miserably as he arranges himself on the chair again. "I don't want to talk about it."
"What was that about with Mr. Bakura?" Marik asks Grandpa, leading the subject away from the assassins' pictures.
"Don't worry about that." Grandpa waves our questions off before we can begin. "There will be a discussion about it when I feel the time is right. Until then, let us just deal with the present situation as best we can."
We all give in reluctantly. Once again, my attention goes back to Ryou. He's staring into the fire, features forlorn. My friend's heart is breaking. First, his brother attempts—and comes very close—to murdering him. Now he's doing all he can to protect Minkah's boyfriend; the teen who just happened to trick and betray Ryou.
'Who are you protecting by keeping that picture?' I ask him in my head. 'It doesn't matter, because it's killing you from the inside out.'
(Niu's POV)
The wind is howling outside. If there were wolves in the area I would have mistaken the noise for those predators instead. It is a haunting sound that refuses sleep to come. I shiver, bundled up in several of the musty blankets from the box in the corner. I gaze at the loft window that keeps fogging up from my breath.
It's much colder up here yet I do not wish to be near any of them. I'm running out of time. It feels like my life is an hourglass and Afika is holding it in an iron grip on the table so it cannot turn. All I can do is stand and watch as the sand slips down until there's none left. The whole time he is smirking, even chuckling sinisterly.
I know now that we're not here for the sole purpose of retrieving Minkah. Afika is turning this into another of his sick twisted games. All of us are his pawns to use at his own disposal. Once we are no longer of any use for him, he will cast us off the playing field without a second glance.
Clenching my teeth to keep them from chattering, I wish I could just hate him. It would be so much easier if Afika were nothing more than a monster in my eyes. I only know a small portion of what his life has been like. He knows nothing of real friendship or family. For that, I pity him. Sympathy keeps me from completely hating him. Am I too soft like he and Kek claim?
Or am I still too human?
Blood seeps between the crevices of my teeth at the sound of wailing from downstairs. It doesn't matter to me who they are so much as the fact that they're here and being tortured. I can't stop it without killing Afika, Kek, Severa, Kasiya…and possibly many of those people from the army as well. And I cannot will myself to do that. It scares me to think what the weapons I create are capable of; that I've literally killed thousands by making such terrible things for Apophis. If there is a way out of this that does not involve taking another life, I will do it. The only life I'm willing to sacrifice is my own.
But what of Minkah? Afika is keeping something from his lover. I've walked into a room where Kek and Afika are arguing only to have them fall silent upon my arrival. They were quarrelling in Japanese. I didn't understand much but I do know one thing.
Minkah's mother is somehow involved.
'But she should be dead,' I remind myself. I know that much.
Is Afika using her in some warped way in order to have Minkah side with him? I can see the black-haired teen going to such lengths. He will do everything in his power to keep Minkah for himself. The teen with the double-crossed scar is, I think, the only thing Afika has that he truly values. But is Afika capable of love or is it the desire to possess? If Minkah were to abandon him, what would Afika do?
My eyes widen as a thought occurs from that last question. We all should be given the freedom to make our own choices. I thought that's what we'd set out to do. Maybe it was at the beginning. The problem is that killing is all my companions remember; all they know how to do. They've been trained to 'act' normal but in reality their reasoning is the complete opposite. Put them out in the real world and they're at a loss for how to live their lives other than the way they already know how.
I glance at the ladder, a faint glow coming from the lights below. This 'mission' doesn't have anything to do with the elite army nor does it have to do with our liberation. All of Afika's focus is centered on those people with Minkah. My gut warns me that our prisoners have a part to play as well.
So it all comes down to what Minkah chooses. That is assuming he believes he has a choice or needs to make one. Closing my eyes and taking a shuddering breath to steel my resolve, I know what I have to do. I need information. I can't just go waltzing around spewing tidings of ill-will about the black-haired teen's possible intentions. There has to be evidence.
I know where to find it.
-rubs hands together- How exciting!
Niu: Am I the new Malik?
Ferris: Eh?
Niu: The character you're intent on killing off?
Malik: Please say "yes" please say "yes"!!! XD
Niu: Thanks for that. -.-;
Anyway, I went back to college just Monday...and had a meltdown. So I dropped out of college for the second time now. -sigh- Now no health insurance which, especially with my probs is a BAD thing not to have. I'm not sure where I'm going from here, so I can't say how quickly I'll be updating stories. Sorry if you don't hear from me for a while. Hopefully that won't be the case! I'm about eight or so pages into the next chapter for BTS but held off on it because I wanted to give this fic more attention. So that will probably be the next place you'll see me at.
Reviews inspire! XD
ferris