Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lavender Rain ❯ Chapter 3 - - Memories ( Chapter 3 )

~* I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Malik or Yami Malik. I don't even own Malik's motorcycle! Kazuki Takahashi, being the wonderful artist he is, rightfully owns them all. So far, I only own Sahara Sabaku (the runaway/OC), Nilea Kawa (notice how no one's ever heard of her? Hehe, read this chapter as a new OC is introduced! ^-^) and Sam (the guy that we all met sorting biscuits). Therefore I conclude this disclaimer as my taunting to all those people who want to sue me but they know they can't. =P (I'm not so sure if anyone wants to sue me anyways XD). *~

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- - **And now, the moment we've all been waiting for! ^-^ Here is me, presenting with glee, the totally brand new, chapter number three! WEE! XD Enjoy!** - -

- - ~*Lavender Rain*~ - -

Chapter Three ~ Memories

As Sahara ran along the sidewalk, she noticed people were staring at her. Her black duffel bag was securely positioned under her arm, and the never-ending rain droplets that fell from the grey sky were still drenching her clothes.

She held the bag tighter to her shivering body as she turned away from the people's uncomfortable stares and slightly quickened her pace.

She had chosen a new destination over the night. There was something she needed to do. She needed to retrieve a 5-year old secret.

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She walked through the deserted streets of Domino, her long ebony hair gracefully spilling around her figure. Her ice blue eyes looked at every scarce person she saw.

None of them were who she was looking for. Her pale lips were pursed tightly together into a rather frustrated shape. `If those drunken morons weren't enough to kill the bitch, then I'll have to do it myself. And I'll do it without the publicity.'

"You think you can escape Sahara? Now everyone knows what you did. And I'm going to make you pay for your first mistake." Nilea muttered under her breath. `And that was killing my father!'

She broke out into a run, her ebony hair swaying behind her. Her icy blue eyes now burned with anger and every time her black boots hit the pavement, she was one step closer to seeking vengeance.

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Sahara stopped in front of the small brick house that was in front of her. Her breathing was laboured and her shoulders violently shook with every exhale that escaped her body. As she looked at the house before her, memories of her past filled her mind.

Some were happy, others were tragic. Her eyes rested on a small china doll in the front window. One of her very first memories. The small object had a vast story that lay behind it. Many of her childhood days were spent with her father and that china doll.

The doll's arms stretched out so that a small piece of paper could be placed on it ever so slightly so that it wouldn't fall and it would stay there in the doll's arms. Everyday, when Sahara was a small child, she'd write a note to her father who came home late every night from working when Sahara was already fast asleep.

It would be a small note asking various questions. Sahara was a very curious girl when she was little. She'd ask her father all sorts of questions. But at the end of ever letter Sahara would write the questions, `Daddy, Sahara loves you very much. Does daddy love Sahara too? Sahara misses Daddy. Sahara wants Daddy to promise Sahara to stay with Sahara forever! Sahara loves Daddy. Does Daddy promise Sahara? Bye-bye Daddy, I miss you very much.'

Sahara had regretted ever writing the words that said farewell to her father. The last time she ever wrote them, he never responded to her with his usual piece of orange paper with the little coffee mugs at the top. He never responded her at all. Her small pink paper had stayed there for years. It had now faded to a pale yellow.

It was the note she had written her father on the day before her 11th birthday. She knew it wasn't his fault. It was her uncle's fault that he never got to respond her. He had killed her father before they ever got a chance to say good-bye to each other. But she had made him pay for his mistake. And not once had Sahara ever felt emotions or had any regrets during those 5 long years ever since.

Sahara quickly wiped away a few clear tears that had formed in her eyes and trickled down her pale cheeks. Sahara looked up to the window of the top floor. It still had the blue curtains from when she had lived in the house with her family.

Sahara couldn't believe how badly she missed those curtains. It brought back many memories of her and her mother hiding from each other when they played hide-and-go-seek after school. Sahara always hid behind those curtains and her mom always found her when she saw Sahara's small toes poking out from underneath the bottom of the curtain.

Sahara remembered once when she had found a really good hiding place, her mother was terribly frightened that something had happened to Sahara when she couldn't find her. Sahara's mother cared quite deeply for her child. She fretted over the smallest thing, such as a small scrape of a tiny bruise.

Sahara was grateful for her mother's kindness. She would never forget it, because she cherished it so deeply. Her mother had made her the young woman she was today. She would never forget that.

Sahara wiped away traces of tears as they began to form in her eyelids again. She remembered the real reason why she was here. Sahara made her way through the narrow passageway at the side of the house to the backyard.

The backyard even brought back memories. Sahara remembered when she and her cousin used to play tag in this backyard, occasionally tripping over each other's feet. They were two clumsy little girls, Sahara remembered it well.

Sahara remembered her cousin's long raven hair and how much she envied her. That long ebony hair was admired by many. Sahara's chestnut-golden hair wasn't admired by anyone except her parents. Everyone said her cousin's hair was something to place a well-studied gaze on.

Everyone claimed that her hair turned shades of blue at different times of the year. That's why everyone liked her cousin more? Because of her Ra-damned hair? Her cousin wasn't one of her best memories.

Sahara made her way over to the edge of the rotten wood patio. She was glad it had rotted over the years. Retrieving what she had come here for would now be a simple task. She stuck her hand inside the pocket of her black vest and pulled out the sheathed knife.

She remembered first using this knife to kill her uncle. She had kept it ever since because she believed it would serve her well as it had already done it ridding her of her twisted uncle. Sahara quickly unsheathed the knife and began stabbing the rotten wood.

After a couple of well-delivered blows, the wood finally collapsed and she had set her eyes on the prize. Sahara pulled out a zip-lock bag with a huge wad of cash inside. Her parents had told her that this was her spending money for when she went to high school. Sadly, Sahara knew she never had got the chance to get that far, and she never would.

She'd stay here in her old house if she could, but the house had been locked up with chains and padlocks ever since the murdering that took place in the residence.

Sahara let out a long sigh as she pulled out the cash and stuffed into her black duffel bag, right at the bottom. Sahara then put the knife back into its sheath and into her pocket. She then quickly zipped up her duffel bag, hauled it over her shoulder and was off into the rain once again. She had taken what she came for, and now she was off for something else.

A place to stay. She needed one. Sahara hadn't slept in 3 days, and that was enough for Sahara's comfort. She took one long look at her house and then she was off again, along the street, in the rain.

- - **Phew! I am so exhausted! Writing takes a lot out of you, doesn't it? I feel so weak. Must sleep, LoL. I'd tell you who the mysterious `cousin' was, but I take it that most of you have figured most of this chapter out for yourself! ^-^ I hope you guys enjoy this fic, because I sure enjoyed writing it for you guys! I know here was any Malik in this chapter, but there will be in the next chapter, I promise! So until next time, I love you guys! Therefore, this is me, signing off!** - -