Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Secrets

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: R (Rape, abuse, and lots of blood... )

Disclaimer: ... If I owned it, I'd be charging.

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling...

SORRY! My compter hates me! Bitch wouldn't send emails, so ma beta never got to edit the chapter! (Not to mention, the whole they-cut-my-internet thing around mid-August.) Perdoname, gbheart. Then summer started. My moma (It's what I call ma' mom. i have too much of a ghetto acsent.) decides, "Let's go to Dominican Republic all summer." Bitch. That trip almost killed me! Anyway, I'll try again next chapter (the beta thing and the fast update thing)... This story is so fuckin' long. I feel like I ruinin' it. Eh, gotta finish what I started...

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A sigh escaped the Ishtar's soft lips. After looking at the time, he put his cellphone, a black, Motorola Razr, in his pocket and slipped his white t-shirt over his shoulders. 3:47. He expected Anzu to come home soon and his patience was growing thin. He wanted to leave this house before Mazaki Ayao decided to lecture him about her daughter. He had heard enough of those in his life and wasn't in the mood for another one. Memorires of the previous night's... game rushed into his head. He yearned to hold the brunette like he had under the old sakura tree, the full moon their witness.

"Bored?"

'Shit.'

Malik looked up reluctantly at the woman leaning against the door frame. Her arms were folded over her chest and her gaze was focused on his lavender eyes. She was looking for something, something the Egyptian was despreartly trying to hide. Want. He wanted Anzu and her mother probably wanted him no where near her bed, which he had slept in the previous night and was currently sitting on. He broke the gaze quickly, failing to show any emotion. It was better that way. That was one thing he had always been good at: hiding the truth. He could probably get away with murder. He had gotten away with murder! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

"... Thinking."

"I can see that."

She comes slowly and sits nexts to him. Malik couldn't help but stare. She was seemingly flawless, like an angel, with her soft, ash brown hair and her gentle, blue eyes. Anzu, almost the mirror image of her mother, wasn't nearly as beautiful. Malik was sure that it was something that came with age. Anzu was very young, after all.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?"

Typical question. Every parent asks it. Ayao was no different. In any other case, he would have probably said 'I love her, ma'am.' or some corny line like that. Basic excuses for a few nights of pleasure, But with Anzu everything was different. She was different and for that one moment in time he felt guilty for being her first.

"... I don't know."

Ayao eyed him carefully. Not the answer she wanted to hear.

"Let me rephrase that... Why are you with her?"

"I... "

That one was more complicated. No one ever had the sense to ask that kind of question. He needed a good answer. He could just have told the truth but he, himself, didn't have an answer to that one.

"... She makes me... happy, I guess."

It was the truth. Malik had almost forgotten the feeling before he found her again. Life hadn't exactly been fair the past few years.

"You 'guess'? That's not good enough!"

She wasn't suposed to snap like that, but he was being far too complicated. If he loved her, why couldn't he come out and say it? He didn't respond at first. He was patient with her. He knew how parents got when it came to their children, especially mothers. If only his mother had been there for him...

"... She makes me feel... safe."

A quiet interuption to the akward silence, but also an unexpected comment.

"Safe? From what?"

"Life."

He was looking her in the eye now. Ayao could see he was dead serious. Malik was scared of life. He was acually able to admit it, unlike most teenagers his age. Most just kept to themselves, only to finish at a dead end, regreting the choices they took in life.

'Has life really been that cruel to you...? Sigh Maybe Anzu can help him. Maybe he can help her... She's been acting so distant lately...'

"You two did more then just talk last night, didn't you? I doubt you would have woken up in this bed if that wasn't true."

'Uh-oh.'

His silence was the only response she needed, but she asked the question anyway. She had to make sure.

"Did you and my daughter have sex?"

The last question he wanted to hear from her. He had heard it a million times before and a million times he had lied his way out of it, but now... This was different. She was different. She was Mazaki Anzu. There was no way he could come up with a good enough lie. He didn't even want to.

"I don't want to hurt her. I... can't."

"... Do you love her?"

Another hard one. Malik had forgotten what it meant to love. That or love had never been kind enough to bless him with her grace. It had been to long ago. He had even lost the love of his family, even his sister, the only one who had been able to deal with his mistakes all these years.

"I... I don't know."

A dead silence. Ayao stood, ready to leave the room, when it happened. Malik could feel his chest tightening. A shot of pain ran up his spine and with it came a coughing fit. She paniced.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

The coughing countinued and eventually blood followed. The crimson liquid dripped from his lips and, finally, the coughing died down. His chest was left heavy, his eyes clouded. If only the pain would pass as fast. Malik looked down at the older woman. She looked like she was ready to bolt to the phone and dial 911.

"... Malik?"

"... I... I'm fine..."

"You just coughed up blood! You call that 'fine'?"

He sat there, trying to sit as still as possible. His body was still shaking, aftershocks of the attack. He let his mind clear. He had to focus his energy on the task at hand.

"... Please... don't tell Anzu. I... I don't want her to worry..."

"But--"

"Please."

Ayao stared into his beautiful eyes, searching for hidden emotions.

'He loves her. He may not know it, but he loves her... She loves him too. I saw the way she looked at him this morning when she woke up. I wonder... '

"I won't tell her, if you promise me to take of yourself. Go rinse. The bathroom is right there. I'll bring you something to eat, then I want you to get some sleep. You may not be my son, but while you're in my house, and with my daughter, I might as well take responsibility for you. Now, go on."

Malik just nodded and went to do as he was told. He couldn't help but think of his late mother.

'I wonder... if she'd be like you, Ayao...'

"What's wrong with you?"

"Mmm?"

Anzu looked up at the other brunette. The last bell had just rung, and there stood Kaiba Seto, in all his glory, a sly smirk on his face. He had taken a special liking to Anzu over the past few weeks. She always found a reason to stop by his house or hang out with him after school. She had become the closest thing to a friend, maybe even more.

"You've been smiling all day, yet you look tired as hell. Why?"

"Have I?"

Images from the night before flooded into her head, a bright blush on her face. Anzu looked away, trying to hide the pink of her cheeks. Malik was the reason of her sudden happiness. Too bad she couldn't scream it off the roof tops.

"... I guess, I'm just happy. Something wrong with that?"

"Guess not..."

Seto couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened the night before. He might not have known the girl long, but he knew her well enough to know that she didn't just sit there quietly when she was in a good mood. Then again, she looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep. He brushd it off. It was none of his business anyway.

"... You wanna a ride home?"

The younger shot him a look. There was no way she was turning a chance like this down. Lately, it felt as if he was the only person she could talk to. Maybe it was because he listened...

'Or maybe because he never expects anything from me...'

"Of course!"
Instantly, Seto's mood lifted. He didn't show it. He wanted Anzu close, even it was just as a friend. He could only hope that one day she would return his feelings.

Mutou Yuugi watched from a distance as his best friend entered the slick, black limo parked in front of Domino High. Even though none of his other friends had noticed, Anzu and Kaiba Seto seemed to have become good friends in the past few weeks. She had started to spend a lot of time with the CEO. The young boy could feel his heart shattering into various pieces. The girl--the woman he had fallen in love with so long ago, the woman he had given everything to, seemed to get farther and farther away from him with each passing day.

'Ever since the pharoh's death... I knew it. She loved him all along, not me, and now...'

"I'm home!"

Anzu stumbled on her shoes, as she quickly slipped them off her feet. She walked into the kitchen, taking a soda from the fridge and reading the note on the counter. It was obviously her mother's handwritting.

Anzu,

I had to go out and run some errands. Make sure you don't make any plans. You're helping me make dinner. Malik is asleep in your room. He wasn't feeling well. He already ate and your food is in the microwave.

Behave, Ayao.

'"He wasn't feeling well?" He looked fine this morning.'

The brunette quickly made her way up the stairs. Once in the hallway, Anzu gently opened the door to her bedroom, careful not to wake up the sleeping Egyptian. He was dressed, so Anzu assumed he had showered and was ready to leave when he started 'not feeling well.' She slowly walked over and sat down next to him, strocking is hair. She couldn't help it. It had become a habit. As she sat there, in some sort of trance, she noticed something she hadn't before. His shoulder, the same shoulder she had bandged up months ago was fully heal, in it's place a large scar and over that scar, a tattoo, or at least that was what it seemed to be. Anzu couldn't believe her eyes. She would have imagined that he would have left it alone. A small circle, a sun, with shaded wings, black, she guessed, since the mark seemed to have been carved into his skin, instead of applyed with ink. The scar on his cheek had also faded to the point where it was bearly visible. It probably wasn't going to fade much more. Anzu jumped, her phone ringing. She quickly pulled it out of a hidden pocket in her skirt and took the call, the number unknown to her.

"Hello?"

#Anzu? It's me, Ishizu.#

"Oh! Hi, how are you?"

Anzu gently slipped off the bed, not wanting to wake up the sleeping Ishtar. It didn't work. As soon as she moved away, Malik opened his eyes, hearing her voice and feeling the sudden movement of the matress.

"... Who is it?"

She waved him off with her hand and went on with the present conversation.

#I'm fine and you?#

"I'm okay. What going on? Are you coming back to Domino?"

#Accually, I'm already in town. Maybe we can see each other sometime...?#

"Sure... Um, do you want me to bring Malik? He's right here."

#Please, I rather you didn't. We aren't in the best of terms right now. I'll deal with him later.#

'Oh, right. She disowned him...'

Anzu stole a glance towards Malik. He was sitting up now, staring at her, trying to figure out who she was talking to. He looked a bit frieghtened. Maybe he thought she was talking to Sumire or maybe he knew it was his sister. She couldn't tell.

"Okay. When do you wanna meet up?"

#How about tommorw at noon? I have a few things to take care of in the museum. Apparently they want me to work here again. Permenantly.#

"That's great!"

#I don't know... #

"Of course it is! Um, I'm gonna hang up. Malik won't stop staring at me."

#Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow.#

"Okay, bye."

With that, Anzu hung up and placed her phone on the desk, next to her custom-made computer.

"Who was it?"

She gave Malik a loving look. He seemed a lot calmer then he was last night. Then, she remembered her mother's note.

'"He wasn't feeling well." I still say he looks fine. Maybe, mom was just exaggerating...'

"Ishizu."

"Oh..."

Malik mood fell as soon as he heard his sister's name. He hadn't seen her in over a year and a half.

'Just becasue I made one stupid mistake. Maybe I'm meant to alone. Anzu'll probably leave me too when she finds out... '

"Malik? You okay?"

"... Yeah. I... I better get going. Sumire'll be on my ass for being out all night."

He stood up, heading for the door. Anzu grabbed his wrist. She needed to clear something out that had been bothering her all day. This could be the only chance she would get. Malik just gave her a startled look.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I wanna ask you something..."

"What is it?"

'Are you really this clueless?'

Anzu took a deep breath. She needed to get this out of her system, even if it might upset both of them.

"... I'm confused."

"What?"

'I'm the one that's confused.'

"What is it... exactly, that you feel for me?"

The same question two times in one day.

"Where is this coming from?"
"A few weeks ago, I was just a sex object to you. What about now! What about now that you have me! Are you just going to walk out of here and I'll never see you again!"

Malik went from totally confused to incredibly pissed off. What the hell was she thinking?

"I'd never do that."

He sounded to calm for his own good, but he wasn't going to yell at her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Piss her off even more.

"You did it once already!"

Silence. She was right. He didn't want to deal with this. He snapped.

"I had my reasons, okay!"

Anzu stopped, her eyes wide and one the verge of tears. Malik regreated that outburst the moment her expression changed. He was keeping things from her and she just found out.

"I'm sorry. I--"

"I need to know... I need to know what's wrong."

"I... "

Darkness began to build in his chest. He felt a strange guilt and pain building inside him. He wanted to tell her but...

"I can't."

"Why not! How can I trust you when you don't talk to me!"

Malik only felt worse and worse with every word that escaped her lips. Even though he found her attitude kind of exciting, this wasn't the time. Anzu was striking the topic he kept only to himself and the ones involved. His real relationship to Surime.

"... If I tell you... you'll hate me... Even if it means you won't trust me. I rather keep to myself and know you still love me."

"I don't even know what it is you're hidding. How do you know I'll hate you?"

Her tone had softened. Of course. Malik was shaken and distant. He didn't want to be here right now and Anzu wasn't exactly letting him pass.

"Please, let me deal with this myself. "

"Malik were together now. You're not alone. Let me help you."

He stared deep into her eyes. He could see her concern as much as she could see his pain, the same pain she had see when she found him at the pier.

"Apricot, please."

He was practicly begging. Malik was known never to beg, not even for his own life. There was nothing she could do. She looked down. Why was he so stubburn.

"Asshole."

Malik walked up to her, resting his hands on her shoulders. He felt guilty for this, but he didn't have the courage to tell her. He wanted to be able to come back and find her with open arms.

"I'll be fine... I promise."

She nodded and he gently placed a kiss on her lips, before heading for the door. She wanted him to stay, she wanted to keep him near, but he had to leave. Right when he was about to step out the door, Anzu spun on her heal to face him. She caught his attention, so he stopped and stared. He was waiting.

"I... love you."

He smiled, a warm look on his face.

"I know. "

'Thank you. Now, I know I'm not alone...'

He gave her one last glance, before walking out the door. How she yearned to hear those three simple words escape his soft lips.

Yay! I rewrote this all in one day! Record! I'm not gonna send it to my beta just because it's been a long expected update. I'm also going to post my new fic "Concubines" alone with this one. My other beta didn't get that one either, well at least the second half, anyway. I'll try to post them more often, now that I'm getting my internet fixed and I'm back in New York.

I brought my doggie from Dominican Republic with me! n.n Kawaii inu! He's a 4 month old chow chow/street dog mix. I love him! He looks like a puffy rotrilor/german sheperd (spelling?) with a curly tail!

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