Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lavender Rain ❯ Chapter 5 - - Confrontation ( Chapter 5 )

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--~*Lavender Rain*~--

Chapter 5 ~ Confrontation

WARNING: This chapter contains somewhat angsty situations that may be offending to some readers. I am in no way responsible for anything you read here that may be offending to you, you have been warned.

Sahara was lost in confusion. Why did he want to know her horrid past? It wasn't any of his business anyway and she sure as hell didn't need to tell him if she didn't want to. "Why do you want to know?" She asked, turning away her head and glaring at nothing in particular on the ground.

"I think I have a right to know. You're on the news now anyway, why would telling one person make the difference?" Sahara was angered by his attitude. "What the hell is it to you anyway?!" She yelled at him. "Why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone, it's none of your concern!" Sahara got up to run away from this ignorant bastard, when she felt a hand roughly grip her ankle.

"Bad move," an angry voice mocked at her. What the hell did this asshole think he was doing?! Sahara turned around to punch him square in the nose when she realized that the young man now grabbing her ankle was not at all the man she had been confronted by not long ago. Well, he looked the same, only his hair was much more wilder, his eyes were a much darker shade of lavender than previously, and he wore a sinister smirk on his face.

"What the-" she began, but was quickly pulled roughly to the ground. Sahara tried to scream, but a single tan-coloured hand was brought over her mouth, while the other held her wrists and pinned them above her head. Sahara's body thrashed wildly, trying to free itself from his iron grip, but to no avail. She was still pinned down securely.

His face loomed over hers, with that same sinister smirk. Sahara's heart picked up its pace when she felt a cold metal blade rest against her neck. "Silly, silly girl," he said and then lowered his lips to her ear. "You should learn to respect your elders." What was with this guy? First he was a curious bastard, now he was a disgusting bastard? And what did he mean by being an "elder" to her? He looked the exact same age as she was! `He's trying to vex you, don't pay attention to what he says!" What was going on?

Sahara shut her eyes, hoping this would all end soon. There was a long silence and she then felt herself be released from his grasp. She opened her eyes to see that he was again the same as he had first been. What the heck was going on? "W-who are you?" She asked, shocked at what she had just witnessed. He was silent and wore an angry look on his face.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" Malik screamed in his mind at his yami. "You were beginning to bore me." He stated simply. "If you don't want it to happen again, don't be so slow. What are you waiting for? Go ahead and kill her! It's what you want to do isn't it?" Malik grew annoyed of Marik's constant craving for murder and death. "Actually, no. I had something else in mind." Malik responded. "Like what?" His yami mocked. "That's for me to know."

Sahara got up to run away again now that this freak was totally zoned out, but only to have her sleeve grabbed onto. "Wait, I didn't say you could leave." WHAT?! Who the heck did he think he was?! "Excuse me? I don't think you have that authority." She responded in shock. Why was she going to let some guy tell her what she could and couldn't do? Sure, she was scared of him before, but there was no point in trying to stay and be calm now, heck, the guy had a dagger that was probably waiting to be used to slit her throat!

"I'd say I do. You're in no position to be running away now." Just how arrogant was this guy going to get? "And why's that, may I ask?" She answered, not at all interested in whatever he had to say. "Well, for one, you're all over the news." He began. `Wait, WHAT? They'd found out already?! He's lying!' "If anyone on those streets caught a good glimpse of your face, you be dealing with the police in less than half an hour. You'd be surprised at how many people would be able to recognize you as a killer… Sahara."

She froze. This guy really was telling the truth. If he knew her name, he'd obviously seen her somewhere, where else could that be but on the news? "You know my name?" She asked sadly, though it was more of a statement than a question. She was too late; her identity had been uncovered. She'd be tracked down and found in probably no less than a week. `Dammit!' Her mind yelled at her.

"Yeah, don't be surprised that I do." He said in a bored manner. `No one was supposed to know… at least not so soon…' Her record was stained again. It was too late for her to start a new life at the foster home again. She had murdered for the second time in her young life.

"That's why I have a proposition to make." What the- a proposition? She was probably getting the wrong idea here, but if that's what he was planning, it was a definite NO. Then again, what choice did she have? It was either turn herself in and face a life of solitude and confinement and only be released when there was nothing left to live of her life, or maybe never be released at all. Or, there was a choice to accept whatever offer a guy she just met on the street was giving to her, not even knowing what this offer was or what kind of a guy he was, but carrying the burden of blood-stained hands with no forgiveness. What to choose?

The first choice could've been the equivalent of killing herself. But then again, so could the second. Maybe that's what she'd have to do again. And back to the bridge it would be? Hell no, she never wanted to see that bridge again. She was left with one choice. And that was to hear whatever this stranger had to offer.

"I'm listening." She said quietly, worrying that she might regret saying the words. "Good. Well, since you have nothing left for yourself, I'm feeling generous. Not in the way you're expecting though. For whatever you'll get from me, I'm expecting something back from you. Since we're both somewhat experienced in murder, I want you to assist me in getting rid of one of my own enemies. In exchange for this, you'll be provided with a place to stay, and dinner. Breakfast and lunch is your own problem. But you'll be paying a fee for rent and half the price of your portion of the dinner."

"Whoa whoa whoa." She butted in. "You want me to kill again to save my skin from the exact thing that endangered me but will also save my skin?" She said, at the same time confusing herself. "I'd say you don't have much of a choice." Damn, he was good. And absolutely right. She didn't have a choice. But she didn't exactly want to be killing again. Who knew? Maybe she could get herself out of this one?

"Okay, continue." She said. "I see you've come to your senses." He said, smirking at how easy it was to con her into doing his dirty work for him. "I'd suggest you change your name, make up a fake identity for yourself… change your appearance, of course all in the course to earn your wage to keep this accommodation." `Geez, that's not very fair. What a bad negotiator. @@;' She thought.

"When we are done this little assassination I'm planning, you're on your own. By then, you'd be known as a different person, so I'm sure you'd have no problem getting along by yourself." He concluded. "WHAT? Suuure, you think life is a bowl of cherries, dontcha?" God, this was the worst proposition she'd ever been made. Maybe the only. Except for that time her mom made a deal that if she took a bath, she'd get a bowl of ice cream…

Thinking of her past made tears well up in her yes, and she fought to hold them back from falling, but she wasn't as strong as she believed herself to be… They dripped down. Since when had she become so prone to crying? It came as naturally to her as breathing did.

Malik grew irritated at the shed of more tears. "And you'd best remember to keep your shitty tears in while you're around me, because they're a hell of an annoying thing to have to deal with." `Bastard.' She thought. "Anyway, I'm waiting for an answer." He said.

"What choice do I have?" She asked herself. "Exactly." He said with a smug look on his face. `I really feel like punching this guy.' She mentally voiced. "I accept." She said gloomily. Her life was going down the drain whether she liked it or not. Why not end it by making others suffer? Hell, if she couldn't live the normal life she deserved, why should they?

`Wait... what am I thinking? No one deserves that, no matter how crappy my life may get. Well, when CERTAIN people come to mind, maybe they do." He smirked at her response and stood up. "Excellent. Be advised that if you try anything stupid, I won't hesitate to kill you on the spot. And you really don't want me to do that." He said with an evil glint in his eye. `Yuck, what a sicko.' She thought. `I can't believe I'm coinciding with this sadistic freak!'

`That's your plan?' Marik scoffed at him. `You're truly pathetic.' `No one asked for your opinion, ass.' Malik responded and then shut him up from the rest of his thoughts. "Aren't you going to ask for the name of your new master, pet?" Sahara nearly choked. "Pet?! Do you take me for a fool!? I have accepted your offer and nothing more. I refuse to be referred to as a pet." Her last word dripped in hate. "What the heck is your name anyway, before you really tick me off."

Malik grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her up against the alleyway wall. "Learn your current place. You're WAY below me. I'm in charge now, so you'd best have some respect." "Ouch, alright, just let go!" She said in pain. He let her fall to her feet. "You will refer to me as Master Malik and nothing more, understand?" He said. "What the- can't we drop the Master part, I'm not going to be speaking to royalty or anything." She said, looking quite annoyed.

"AM I going to need to remind you of the penalty for defiance?" He said, on the edge of breaking loose and slitting her stomach open and watching her organs slither out in a flood of her own blood. (AN: Flood blood, heh. xD Nastiness, but remember. This is rated R and is ANGST. Don't like, don't read. >_>;) Sahara cringed at the maniacal look in his eye and regretted her last words, "Alright alright, sorry, erm, Master Malik." She scratched her head. This was really fucked up.

"Good. We'll get going, and when we arrive, I'll be expecting you to answer my question I asked previously." She had practically forgotten about that! She wasn't sure she wanted to tell him anyway, master or not. "Cover up your face with that hood again." He motioned to her sweater. She did so and waited for his next orders. But the next thing she heard was not even said by whom she was expecting to hear next.

"Cousin. It's time for you to die."

--** Ohhh! Cliffie! Evilness. Well, I hope that wasn't too rushed, just, my brain isn't working very well. XD Well how about that, a threat! Who do you think Malik's planning on murdering? And, just as a side note, would you guys prefer a Malik/Sahara romance or a Marik/Sahara romance? It just slipped into my mind and started bugging me. O_O Oh, just so you're not all confused. I'm referring to Malik's yami as Marik, since many people do that and it seems the most logical way to name them, since it's done with the other two pairs too. (Yugi and Yami, Ryou and Bakura.) Okay? Is that all cleared up? Alright. I hope you enjoyed this chappie, wasn't really long, but I'm just not much of a writer. ^^; I try my best though. @_@; So! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! xD Was the long-awaited chappie as good as you were expecting? @@; And umm, let's see if we can crank up that 33 to a 40. =D That's all for now! See ya! Oh! And please tell me you're your opinion on Malik's character. xD Did I get it right this time? =D**--