A/N: This chapter gets extremely intense! Scary Yami! But I really wanted to try writing a scene like this...beware of very foul language! I'm actually a bit nervous about how this will turn out...here goes...
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: Just to reiterate what I've said before, Yami basically gets pissed off and uses his powers to place himself and someone else in a Yami no Game (Shadow/Darkness game). Whoever loses is forced into a penalty game where they usually go through horrible mental pain and completely lose their sanity. Fun times, right?
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
"Mazaki-san," the man snapped irritably, tailing closely after her, "Performances are coming up soon and I have many orders that need to be filled including yours, so hurry up and place it before I lose my patience with you!"
She glared down at the short portly man with disgust. He was wearing an expensive looking suit complete with a stringy moustache and a couple patches of slicked back hair on his shiny pink head.
"I gave you my measurements, and my constraints, I'm fine with whatever you put together after that," she said stoutly, hands on her hips.
Marik merely watched from the sidelines with his arms crossed as he leaned back on the stereo system. The two had been arguing for over five minutes as the man doggedly tried to change her mind.
"Constraints? I keep telling you, it is impossible to make a decent dress with such...limitations," he sputtered, pink face only growing redder as his blood pressure rose along with his tone of voice. Marik didn't much like the way he was talking to her, but he was the tailor the school hired so there wasn't much he or Anzu could do about it pigheaded attitude.
Not mention he was hardly an expert on what was or wasn't acceptable with dresses. All he knew was dance, and that if the dance was perfect, she could wear jeans for all he cared, so long as she didn't mess up on stage which he had full confidence she wouldn't.
"My only limitation was that I didn't want anything that uncovered my breasts inappropriately." Marik winced at her harsh unashamed words. That was the other reason he hadn't gotten involved.
It wasn't really his business whether she wanted to flash her cleavage at the audience or not. Personally he found it interesting that as a dancer she had any problem with showing skin at all but it just seemed to be her breasts that she was concerned with so he shrugged it off.
Once again, he tried to stay out of things that simply weren't his business.
"It is no one's business to see what only my lover should see," she continued, amber eyes glaring down at the shorter man fiercely as she completely lost her temper.
"Now listen here, girl," he growled, not backing down either, "You want to make it big in dance? You want to show them that you're serious? Then you have to look serious, and you can't go conservative. You're best feature is that chest of yours and if you don't show it you'll look like a complete prude," he said in an extremely rude way, grabbing her arm in one hand.
"I suggest you unhand her immediately," a bloodcurdling voice said in icy calmness from the doorway. All three people already inhabiting the room looked over to see a very, very unhappy Mutou Yami standing there, the glint in his eyes saying he was ready to tear the moustache off the man one hair at a time just to watch him scream.
Anzu looked pale with fear in her eyes as the man quickly backed away from her though he tried to hide his nervousness. Even Marik found it a little unsettling, and Yami wasn't even looking in his direction. With a past like his own, he wondered what Mutou-san had gone through to hone such a look like that.
"Now listen here you," the man said, puffing himself up for another argument though he seemed to wilt a little under that glare. Anzu was shocked that anyone could be so stubborn as to even think they would get away with anything under Yami's cruel watchful eye.
She had seen that look many times before and she knew exactly what was coming next.
"Her breasts are her best feature, if she doesn't show them, she'll get nowhere!" He said forcefully, spittle flying from his lips.
"That is for her to decide but if you insist on getting her way, then have it your way. Since you refuse to leave her alone and I refuse to let you bother her, we'll settle the matter with a game," he said in that same creeping voice, like watching frost crawl up a window or water turn to ice.
"A-a game? I don't have time for a game!" The man spluttered, outraged at his clear insolence. Yami just shrugged off the wall, laughing quietly to himself, his eyes shut for a moment. When he turned abruptly and took five steps to tower of the man he opened blood red eyes that shone down on him with a lust for pain that could have frightened any human being. The man shuddered, panting slightly with fear.
"W-what...your eyes..." he didn't seem to have words as his eyes bulged, pointing a shaky finger at the violet flames that licked upwards against the crimson irises. Anzu also shuddered at the familiar sight; swallowing nervously for the man's sake even if though he deserved it.
She remained resignedly silent though, knowing that now that the challenge had been offered there was no going back. Icy fear slid down her spine at the thought.
Grabbing his hand with fast reflexes the man tried to pull away but Yami twisted his hand cruelly, making him squeal more out of fear than pain.
"What are you?" The man demanded, cradling his released hand to his chubby chest in an injured and yet still outraged way.
"I am your worst fucking nightmare," Yami spat, dark anger flickering across his face furiously. "So will you play the game?" He asked, voice calming to its icy crawl once again.
"What's the game?" The man demanded, puffing himself up again for another go at the younger person.
Magic tricks, that's all it is. He can't do anything to me! If he lays another hand on me, I'll sue! He thought gleefully, already forgetting the pain in his hand.
"A simple game of...truth or dare, so to speak," Yami said coolly, glancing once at Anzu who froze under his stare like a deer in the headlights.
"Fine, I'll play, what do I have to do?" The man spat, balling his meaty fists.
"The rules are simple," Yami assured him with a confident smirk, "I will ask a question about Anzu and you will answer. There will be three questions in total. If you get two of the three answers right, you win."
Turning to Anzu again suddenly his eyes shone at her in a whole different way though that dangerous smirk remained, reminding her that he wasn't necessarily in his right mind at the moment. The overwhelming shadow magic that came with his temper seemed to do that.
"For my turn, Anzu will ask me questions of her own. If I can get all three correct, then I win. As you can see, the odds are in your favour little man," he told him and Anzu recognized the pattern all too well.
Make it seem like his opponent had the upper hand, then obliterate him completely. Mutou Yami had never lost at a game before. She tried to back away, tried to say that she wanted no part in this. Panic ripped through her body when she realized that she couldn't move an inch.
"I'm sorry Anzu," he said in a tortured voice, sounding for the first time since he appeared in the doorway like his normal self. She knew he really was sorry for getting her involved. She almost wanted to comfort him, but couldn't since she was still frozen, only her eyes able to move.
Glancing over at where Marik was standing she saw that he to was paralyzed though his eyes flickered between the three of them with interest. He seemed more fascinated then worried.
"Are you ready to play?" Yami demanded, once again cold. The man sneered and Yami smirked. She had a feeling he didn't even know that the game had already started...
"Whenever you want to start," he responded boldly. Yami laughed in a dark promising way. Promising pain that is.
"Oh no, the real game has already begun. That's what I forgot to mention. This is a Yami no game," he said in barely above a deadly whisper.
"D-darkness game...? What...?" The man stammered, eyes widening again.
"Don't worry about it for now, simply focus on winning. Unless you're afraid of losing that is, in which case you will endure a horrifying penalty game," he assured him not-so-nicely, confidence brimming in his voice.
Gritting his teeth as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead the man folded his chubby arms.
"I'm not afraid. Ask you first question," he barked.
It's just magic tricks...just magic tricks...there is no penalty game.
"What's her favourite color?" Yami asked, staring him down unnervingly though he didn't fall to cheep tactics such as mind games to win.
"That's easy," the man replied in a gleefully smug tone, "Crimson, she told me so herself when she tried to order the first time." Yami smiled almost sympathetically down at the little man. He was indeed very little in many ways compared to the dark spirit.
"Correct," he said simply then turned to Anzu. He seemed to be waiting for her to ask a question but she wasn't sure how she was supposed to when she was paralyzed.
"You may speak," he said patiently and she felt the area from her neck up suddenly loosen as though some invisible force had released her which she had no doubt it had.
"Um...how often do we study together?" She blurted, unable to think of a better question. She was also afraid to make them too difficult in case there was even a chance that he couldn't get them right.
"Every day after school," he responded but his voice almost seemed hollow with disappointment. She desperately wanted to ask why but she felt herself becoming paralyzed as he turned back to the man easily.
She could see how the system worked now. While he was moving no one else could shift anything except their eyes and lungs, allowing them to blink and breathe, but that was it. When he stood still, only the person he was facing could speak though they still couldn't move their body.
"I'll ask my second question now," he announced. "How does she like to wear her hair?" He asked and the man began to sweat harder, glancing feverishly between him and Anzu.
"H-How am I...supposed to..." he mumbled to himself and Yami's gaze hardened.
"You're her tailor for the most important performance of her high school career. You should know!" He snapped and the man began to gasp a little, wheezing for air.
"In a ponytail," he finally called, squeezing his eyes shut as he knew he only had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. She couldn't feel the ponytail but she knew her hair was piled up on her head after dance. He must have just guessed it because of that. If she could relax her muscles she would have.
"Incorrect," Yami said harshly, taking a threatening step towards him. "You care only for what the dancers wear and how they reveal their skin in front of the judges. These women aren't prostitutes, there's more to them then what's beneath their clothing," he said, anger bubbling beneath the thin seal of his normally calm voice.
It was clear from the way he flexed his hand that he wanted to hit the guy but Anzu knew that he wouldn't disrespect the rules of the game by taking advantage of a paralyzed man. The man clearly didn't know that as he squealed with terror, head whipping around as he tried to escape.
Yami turned away with him in disgust, freezing him to his spot once again.
"Anzu, it's your turn again," he said in a slightly calmer voice though he was still seething furiously, fingers curled into his palms. "Because your first question was simple, the second must be harder," he continued and she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she became un-paralyzed again.
A harder question? No wonder he had looked disappointed before. Biting her lip she tried desperately to think of a question he would know the answer to.
"Ask," he demanded in a monotonous voice, stare blank as he looked down at her. Evidently she had run out of time. Opening her mouth she found that most of the questions she wanted to ask simply would not come out of her throat, like her vocal chords refused to say them.
Her throat tightened against them, making her gasp with pain. She could think of only one question off the top of her head that might qualify as difficult enough, though the mere thought of asking made her flush darkly.
"Am I a virgin?" She asked then immediately wished she could sink through a hole in the ground as Marik stared directly at her from where he was standing. Damn it, he looked like he was enjoying this! Yami merely smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes.
She gulped slightly. She had never actually told him before whether or not she was but hopefully he'd remember their conversation after their first kiss.
"Considering I was the first man to ever kiss you, I would say that you are," he said simply and she felt herself freeze again in an almost relieving way as he turned suddenly back to the portly tailor.
"I've gotten two questions right, little man," he sneered nastily, "And you've already gotten one wrong. If you can't answer this, you will be forced into a penalty game. This will be the hardest question yet." The man was pouring sweat, eyes glazed over with fear.
"P-please...p-p-please," he begged almost wordlessly, flabby lips trembling with fear.
"This question will determine if you deserve my mercy," Yami answered coldly, his voice harsh with damnation. He knew men like this and he knew this man would not get the answer right.
"What does Anzu believe her greatest feature is?" He asked, voice slicing through the air.
"Th-that's it? That's your hardest question?" The man actually laughed with relief, face brightening to the point of almost insanity as he grinned hugely. "That's simple boy! Haven't you listened to what I've been saying all along? I'm sure a man like yourself with agree that her breasts are her greatest feature," he babbled gleefully, finding himself released from the paralysis spell.
He rubbed his hands together, a wicked smile on his face.
"That means you lose at your own game," he exclaimed, stabbing a finger in Yami's direction who just closed his eyes and shook his head, an icy smile on his lips. Anzu felt her blood run cold. It was a twisted version of the same look he gave Rebecca when he caught her cheating at Duel Monsters.
"Stupid man," he whispered, voice harsh as he opened his eyes, a dark infernal fury smouldering there, the violet flames flickering higher in his irises. The man's squeal of terror at the look was cut short as he found himself paralyzed once again.
"Of course she is beautiful; any man with eyes could see that! Any man would long for a woman with such a body. But that's less important then what's inside her, for no true relationship can last founded on lust alone. Did you listen to the question at all? I asked what Anzu thought her greatest feature was, and that is: her heart. It's not on the outside; you can't see it or obtain it through cheep gifts or flattery. The heart is located beneath the breast, where your eyes stop but I can see beneath her skin to what is more important," he said obviously enraged by the man's disgusting lack of dignity towards himself and others.
"You have no respect," Yami ground out through his locked teeth. "No respect for the women you 'serve' so graciously. You make beautiful dresses spun from pure sin," he said, eyes flaring with violet once again, dark shadows flickered across his face as a familiar third eye of gold stained the skin of his forehead.
"Now you will take part in a penalty game where you must endure all the shame and mocking these women who you treated as whores and prostitutes endured when they wore your costumes," he condemned, opening a door to the world of darkness. The man's soul was slowly sucked from his body in front of their very eyes, his pupils dilating as they rolled back in his head.
"No...No...I am not like that! That's not me!" He shouted then suddenly began to scream, gripping his head in horror. "No! Don't judge me!" He pleaded, falling to floor as he writhed painfully. He ripped the very hair from his skin and he continued screaming for justice.
Yami then turned to Anzu, ignoring the pathetic man now curled on the floor and when he looked at her the eye of Horus still glowed eerily on his forehead.
"It is done," he announced gravelly and she felt the spell removing itself from her, releasing first her upper limbs, then her torso and finally her legs. She was trembling now that she had full control of her body. Across the room Marik gasped a little and she assumed he had also been released.
A/N: Another abrupt cut off! Geez, I hate those, but this chapter is so intense I had to split it in half. Also, I really, really, really would love feedback for this chapter in particular so I demand reviews...with big puppy dog eyes? And a scary Yami on the side? xD
Here's a preview of the next chapter:
Yami cursed loudly, eyes wide with shock. Her hand had whipped out and slapped him harder than he would have believed she could. The expression on his face read how dare you so well that Marik snorted slightly, tempted to laugh aloud. A red mark was already forming on the other mans pale cheeks.
SMACK!
Marik eyes stung with tears as she lashed out at him to.
It'll be interesting to see who's scarier next chapter: A pissed off Yami or a pissed off Anzu?