Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lavender Rain ❯ Chapter 2 - - Crime Committed ( Chapter 2 )

~* I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Malik, or his deathly cuteYami -_- Even though I wish I did, I don't =P Hahaha! You can't sue me! But I do own my character, Sahara Sabaku, and yes her name does mean Sahara Desert o_O Do not ask me why *~

--** Hey thanks to the reviews I've been getting I love you guys! All of you are so nice! Anyways, one of you complimented my on my character, saying how they liked her attitude and her toughness. Stoney! Thank you! So without any further ado, here is Chapter Number Two! Hey I can rhyme! LOOK MOMMY! *does the `Look Mommy I Can Rhyme' dance* **--

- ~ *Lavender Rain* ~ - -

Chapter 2 ~ Crime Committed

Once again Sahara was walking in the rain, in the darkness. She had to find a place to stay for the night. She wasn't headed for the bridge. She knew she couldn't do it. She was headed… anywhere. Just so she could stay there.

Sahara then remembered all the dough she had in her bag. Sahara had collected this money and never spent it. It was her parents wallets and her uncle's wallet, after both of her parents were killed, she figured they wouldn't be needing it anymore, and she took her uncle's money too.

"Hey!" She said aloud to herself. "I can stay in a hotel!" It was true, she had the money. So why not? But there was one problem, there weren't any hotels around here. Most of the hotels were downtown; Sahara was nowhere near a hotel. "Dammit! Why does everything happen to me?"

Sahara started to run. She wouldn't stop until she got into the lit-up part of the city. `I'm going to make it, I just know it.' Sahara continued to run, not caring about anything. All she knew was that she was free and now was the time to make the decision. Live or die? Sahara most definitely chose live.

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~* Next morning*~

"Dammit! What do you mean I can't get my bike back till next week?" A young teenager yelled furiously at the cashier of the gas station. "I-I'm sorry Mr. Ishtar, but it won't stop raining till next week, and your motorcycle needs to be completely dry while the paint job finishes." He signed in defeat. All he wanted was a paint job and now he'd have to wait a whole week for his damn motorcycle!

"Fine, I'll be outside." He walked out the door into the rain. The rain immediately drenched his silver-blonde hair and it clung the sides of his tanned face. His lavender eyes looked around. Everything was so dreary and gray.

Malik began to walk along the sidewalk to the corner store to buy something to eat. When was this rain going to stop?

Malik walked into the store every morning for a snack; he was a regular there. "Hey Malik what will it be this morning?" called the storeowner who was in one of the aisles sorting biscuits. "Not sure, Sam. I'm really pissed." "Oh yeah? What was it this time?"

Sam came out to talk to Malik face-to-face. He was short, chubby man with a bushy moustache and big smile. "Well, I took my bike in to get a new paint job, and now because of this rain, they say I can't use it till next week when the rain stops.

"Ooh, rough. Sorry to hear that buddy." Sam replied as he retied his white apron and went behind the cashier. "It's okay. I think I'll make it." Malik chuckled. Sam laughed. "Malik, you are one funny dude. So what will it be, I'll give it to you half price, no biggie." "It's okay Sam, I think I'm just going to get a drink, that's all."

"You sure?" "Yeah." Malik walked to the back where the big fridge with all the drinks was. He took out a can of Dr. Pepper and returned to the cashier. Malik buried his hand and pulled out some money and handed it to Sam without looking.

"Thank you." Said Sam. "No problem." Malik took a hold of the tab and cracked the can open. "Hey, Malik, by any chance did you hear of the murder last night?" "Murder?" Replied Malik, looking up with a curious expression on his face.

"Yes, a girl murdered her father last night, it was on the news this morning. The mother came home and found the father dead, supposedly stabbed, in the bed of the girl." "That's disgusting." Malik said. "Here, it's still on the news." Sam said as he flicked on the television set behind him.

A reporter was in front of a small house surrounded by police cars. "This is being broadcasted live from the scene of the crime, where 16 year-old Sahara Sabaku murdered her foster father and fled the residence late last night…"

A picture of Sahara appeared on the screen. Malik's eyes widened when he saw her. She looked so innocent, there standing with two adults, a woman and a man. They were all smiling for the camera, she looked no younger than 10 in the picture.

Then another picture of her appeared on the screen. She looked about 15 years old in the picture. She was alone in this picture and her face was expressionless. Her eyes were no longer as bright as they were in the older picture. The reporter's voice continued, `…Sahara had also murdered her uncle 5 years ago after he had killed both of her parents and attempted to murder her as well. After the incident, Sahara was taken to an orphanage where she was adopted 2 months later by a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kurushimi.'

`So her foster father wasn't the first person she'd killed, she had killed her uncle 5 years before…' Malik thought. `Domino City police officials report of the finding of the father's clothes on the floor and a long piece of rope in the bedsheets. They conclude that either the child had forced the foster father to try and bed her before she murdered him, or that he had attempted to rape Sahara by binding her with the rope that was found…'

The television set was turned off. "Pretty scary stuff, huh Malik?" Malik snapped out of his wondering. "Huh? Oh, yeah, it's still disgusting." "Yeah, I agree." Replied Sam. "So, Sam, I'll see you tomorrow." "Sure thing Malik." Replied Sam.

Malik began to walk out the door when Sam said something. "Oh, Malik you forgot your change." "That's fine, keep it." He replied. "Oh, you sure about that?" "Positive." Malik walked out and continued to walk along the sidewalk.

Sam looked down in the money in his hand. Malik had given him enough to buy 5 packs of 24 cans. "That Malik…" He chuckled to himself in amusement. Sam opened the cashier, put in the money and shut it. Then he went back to the aisle where he was before and continued to sort the biscuits.

- - **Phew, there's the second Chapter! Yay! ^_^ I introduced Malik! I am so tired now! So I'm going to go sleep, and hopefully I'll think of more ideas for the fic! Love you guys! Until next time, bye!** - -