Title: Lullaby
By: Misery Johnson
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
Chapter One: Hush
The girl crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep, yet her hunger
wouldn't allow her to. It had been days since her last meal and she
knew it would only be worse if she asked for food. The beatings
weren't worth it. The last time she had only received a piece of
bread in exchange for a broken arm. She had learned a lesson that
would last her a lifetime. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to drift
into slumber but was struck with a cold chill. Her frail blanket
wasn't enough to keep her warm and it wasn't as if she could
snuggle deeper in her bed. Her precious bed was a mere rusted cot
that was pushed against the basement wall. The heater was broken
and that just added to her problems. She was obligated to wake up
at four in the morning to clean the house and to make breakfast for
her stepmother. The woman was so cruel that she had tried to sell
the poor girl into slavery. Luckily for the girl, she had been under
the age requirement, but tomorrow she would turn sixteen and she
knew for a fact that her stepmother would try again. She was
terrified of this, since being bought by demons had to be worse than
living here.
She had once overheard in town, one of the few times she had
gone, that demons would torture their slaves and eat their flesh. Yet
sometimes she found herself wanting to be bought, just so her
misery would end. She also was curious about the demons
themselves. She had heard so much of them, yet she had never seen
one. By now, the young girl had fallen asleep thinking about the
demons that would play such a huge role in her life.
Morning came and the girl was awoken up by a pile of clothes
thrown on top of her. "Wake up," hissed a voice close by, she
immediately recognized the voice, knowing it was her stepmother's.
She slowly stood but stumbled as a wave of dizziness went through
her. "Go take a shower and put those clothes on. Breakfast is
ready," said her stepmother while retreating upstairs. 'Great, she
thought, today I become a slave'. At this she laughed silently to
herself, thinking how ironic that sounded. The girl did as she was
told and sat timidly at the kitchen table. She was nervous since this
was the first time that she had ever eaten there. Her stepmother
served her a plate, which had delicious smelling food on it. She was
so hungry that she left the plate bare. She promptly followed her
stepmother outside the house, already knowing their destination,
the town market. She noticed that people kept looking at her but
she avoided eye contact. She didn't want to draw any more
attention to herself, since her white dress helped enough. Everyone
present was dressed in either black or gray. Of course her
stepmother had done this on purpose, the more she stood out the
better the bids on her would be. Her long brown hair was tied
loosely behind her back with a blue ribbon that made her eyes stand
out even more. Her mother's locket was tucked away under her
dress for safekeeping. If her stepmother ever found out that she
still had it, she was sure she would never see it again.
They made their way towards a stage where she saw many girls
that looked very unappealing. She instantly wished that she could
blend in. No one was buying them because they were looking at her.
She began to panic seeing all the demons that had surrounded her,
studying her every crevice. "How much for the girl, Valentine?"
asked a very disgusting creature. He had long silver hair, scaly
skin and was missing an eye. "Why Pegasus, I couldn't say just
yet" answered her stepmother while putting her arm around the
girl. "My sweet Anzu just turned sixteen and I haven't the
slightest clue on how much I'd be willing to accept for losing her,"
she said, obviously trying to look innocent but failing miserably.
The bidding started, random wagers were yelled. "I'll give a
unicorns horn for her" came a voice from inside the crowd. All
quieted down, not willing to make such a wager for a simple slave
seeing as unicorns were practically extinct and were too valuable.
The crowd parted as a young man, no more than twenty,
approached the would-be slave. He was tall and quite handsome.
His blonde hair came to life as it contrasted with his tan skin.
Dark violet eyes watched the girl with much interest as the crowd
dispersed seeing as he was not someone to mess with. "Well, do we
have a deal?" he asked his eyes never leaving the girl's. "Of course
we do" beamed Valentine as she accepted her pay and pushed
Anzu into her new master's arms.
Anzu stumbled forward only to fall into freezing arms. She
shivered and blushed seeing how close they were. She tried to pull
back but was held even tighter. "You smell wonderful," he
whispered in her ear sending more shivers down her spine. He
slowly let go of her and as she turned around she noticed that her
stepmother was nowhere to be seen. "Come" she heard and saw her
master leaving, she promptly followed and had trouble keeping up
with his speed. She had begun to question his pace but now saw
that he indeed could not be human. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Anzu" "Hmm… Anzu, I like it. My name is Malik but for your
own protection you should call me Master" he said with a smirk.
"What kind of demon are you?" she asked timidly. "The dangerous
kind"
Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. Here is the
first chapter; I hope you enjoyed reading it. I sort of wanted to
write a Anzu/Malik story since I've been basically focusing on
Anzu/Bakura. I know that it's short but if you review the next
ones will be longer, promise...