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Darkness of Heart

 

-Prologue-

 

It all began sixteen years ago, the day my parents and I moved from England to Japan. My father was an Englishman, whereas my mother was Japanese; apparently they had met at some archeology convention when they were in college and fell madly in love after first laying eyes on each other. The reason my family made the move was because my mother had fallen ill. Breast Cancer threatened to take her life, and as one of her last requests she begged my father to take her back to the country of her birth.

 

And so, not even a week after that, my parents and I moved from London to Domino City. It was a big cultural change for my mother and father, but since I was only a young child it made no difference to me.

 

Our neighbors were kindhearted people; the Mazakis - newlyweds whom had just been blessed with their first child - became close friends of my parents. I became well acquainted with their infant daughter, Anzu; we would always play with each other whenever our families got together. Because my parents had lost their first child Amane - a girl one year older than me - at birth, they viewed the Mazakis' child as their second daughter.

 

On the night of my fourth birthday, everything changed. Anzu was over my house, being babysat by my slowly-recovering mother, as was typical for an average weekday. It was the normal Thursday routine. However on that night, Mr. and Mrs. Mazaki never returned from work to pick up their daughter. We received a telephone call from the Domino City hospital saying that the Mazakis had been involved in a terrible car accident and that neither of them had survived. Young Anzu had then become a young orphan.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Mazaki had not written a will. Being only in their late twenties, they had found no need to make one. After all, they had been so young; it was a ridiculous idea to think that they would die. That is the way all humans are; no matter what age, mortal beings seem to think they are all immortal. They did die, and that left their first and only child parentless.

 

Not having the heart to send her to the orphanage downtown, my mother pleaded with my father to make Anzu their legal child. My father agreed without much argument and they adopted her without much hassle. Anzu Mazaki had then become Anzu Bakura, a sister three years my junior.

 

Being only of the age of one, tiny Anzu knew not the difference between my family and hers, and she grew to believe that she was the birth daughter of my parents. Mother and Father never told her that she was not their blood daughter, and when I was old enough they made me swear never to tall her, either. They feared that it would traumatize her if she ever knew. I agreed, because I feared that, if she ever found out, she would leave me. At the time when they confided me with the secret I had been nine years old, and already I had begun to feel attached to small Anzu.

 

As I grew, she grew. When I became a scrawny teenaged boy with long, almost feminine white hair and doe-like brown eyes, she became a developed pre-teen with pin-straight chestnut hair and glittering azure eyes. I began to take more notice of her and her female physical attributes because I was, after all, a teenaged boy and I had teenaged boy hormones. She never knew, thank God, of the feelings I began receiving around her; how I would blush whenever our bodies touched, how I felt like melting under her beautiful cerulean gaze. I always hoped to keep the emotions suppressed... but as we grew older it became more difficult.

 

When she turned fifteen years old, I was already eighteen; my parents began to find it more and more difficult to pay the separate tuitions of the private schools we both attended. My mother had fallen ill again, the cancer returning even though she had previously thought it to be gone; she was unable to work. I was taken out of my all-boys school, and she was taken from her all-girls school. Now we were both placed in a public co-ed school downtown.

 

Anzu was thrilled with the news. Although she would miss her friends dreadfully, she was eager to be able to learn alongside of handsome teenaged boys. I, for that exact same reason, was disturbed when my father told me we would be attending Domino High School. Because Anzu was going to be the pretty new girl, she would undoubtedly attract the attention of all the males in the student population. For the first time in my life, I was jealous and greatly angered.

 

I would no longer be the only man in her life. There would be others, others who were better looking than me, who would be there to sweep her off her feet. Others who would want to be her boyfriend, who would want to be with her... to hug her, to touch her, to kiss her.... Those were all things that I wanted, and it was then that I first realized how I would never be able to do that; I would never be able to have her.

 

Even still, I wanted her to be mine. And I didn't want to share her with the peers of this new school.

 

I began to change. I became quiet, introverted; I didn't talk much to my classmates, despite my being an upperclassman. I didn't participate in sports or any other extracurricular activities, and my body became weak. I became scared of everything; the other boys in my school, the girls who would actually come and give me love letters or say they admired me. But mostly, I became fearful of losing Anzu.

 

I always knew that one day she would leave me. That she would fall in love with someone and get married, then leave the house to start a family of her own. However I wanted to picture that it was me she fell in love with, that it was me she would go off to begin a new life with. I wanted her to love me as I had always loved her, but I knew that it could never happen. After all, she believed me to be her older brother, and in the modern times it was disgustingly wrong to feel anything sexual towards a sibling.

 

I wanted so badly to tell her the secret my parents entrusted me with, to explain to her that I really was not her older brother and that she really belonged to the Mazaki family. I always hoped that, if I told her, she would perhaps see me in a new light... the light that I have always seen her in. I knew, though, that it was too late. Even if I did tell her the truth, she would still view me as her brother; she would still love me as just my younger sister, and nothing more.

 

I would cry constantly, not caring who saw. She would comfort me and try to find out what the source of my sadness was. I would never say that it was her who was causing me grief; that would only make her upset. I could never forgive myself if I hurt her. But even though she didn't know it, she hurt me. She hurt me so much, and she continues to unintentionally hurt me each and every day that I cannot hold her in my arms and love her the way I so sorely desire.

 

And through all of our years together, through all the time my feelings for her have had to flourish, there had always been a dark voice whispering to me in the back of my head.

 

“You can never have her....”

 

It would always say that to me. Whisper tauntingly about how one day someone would take her away from me, that one day I would never see her again.

 

“You can never have her....”

 

I began to wonder if I was going crazy, because no longer was it just a dark voice. I had seen the one who would speak to me; a man who looked like me, only more twisted. He was different from me; he was cold and brooding, and he would threaten to one day take over my body and claim Anzu for his own. It was then that I realized that this man, this separate being inside of me, I had created myself. He was the spiritual form of the lust and the desires that I held for Anzu, which I kept locked up in the back of my mind.

 

And then I also realized... As much as I loved and wanted Anzu, he wanted her a thousand times more. Only with him, there was no love to it. He craved her; needed her to satisfy his immoral hunger. I knew he would stop at nothing to get her, and so I fought as hard as I could to restrain him, to keep him away from her. I knew it wouldn't work forever, and that someday he would break free and control my body in order to do whatever he pleased with her, but still I fought him with all my might.

 

I love Anzu... I wanted what was best for her. But still, I wanted her to be with me. I wanted her to be my woman and no one else's. I didn't want another man to even be able to look at her. I wanted her to be mine... only mine! I wanted her to belong to me, so that I could force her to never leave my side.

 

... And that is why, in the end, I gave in to that dark presence that lurked within my mind. That is why, in the end, I threw it all away just for the small chance of being with her.

 

I was a fool.

 

And by the time I figured that out, it was already too late.