A Tale of Sad Woe

Okay some of you might recognize the picture bit from Buffy. Please don’t sue me!
Paper crinkled under her hand, while she languished in the warmth of the bed. “Huh?” The stark whiteness of the paper stood out against the lavender bed sheets. Tentatively lifting an edge of the sheet revealed several black lines. Opening further, the breath caught in her throat. Her body froze. He had drawn her. Every little detail. In such detail that would take even the most accomplished artist several hours to complete. But nothing filled her with such horror as the words at the bottom of the page. “Soon we shall be together.” The writing much like that on the heinous poster at school, though more confidant. Like their supposed impending meeting powered him up some how.
“Anzu….” Kiabia stopped when he saw her sweat drenched face. The furrowed brow that disappeared last night was now back with a vengeance. “What is it?” She held out the drawing. Barely holding it between two fingers. It felt slimy to the touch. Like evil clung to it and tried to claw into her skin. Snatched the offending picture from her trembling hands he glanced over it. “Pack a bag.” Numbly she did as she was told. Blindly pulling back the covers and tossing clothes into a backpack. Still dressed in her pajamas, she stood in front of Kiabia, self-consciously hugging herself through the terror. Hoisting his duffel bag they walked to the Kiabia limo parked outside. Shivering a little as the frosty morning hit her face she pulled her cardigan closer. Warmth enveloped her. Startled looking up, Kiabia had settled his infamous trench coat around her shoulders, to ward off the chill. Meeting his eyes she smiled in gratitude. Approaching the car he went in first and then her. Anzu gazed in amazement at the cavernous opening of the Kiabia company limo. “Whoa! Kiabia if I’d known that I would be riding in style like this I would have gotten stalked earlier!” Glancing over she caught his half-hearted smile. The ride to the Kiabia mansion was uneventful. He had pulled out some papers and began to work. Since his mansion was clear on the other side of town he had quite a lot of time to work on it. Anzu ruffled through her backpack. Evidently through her haze of shock she had still managed to pack a few of her favorite snacks and a books she was currently reading. Settling into the plush seats she engrossed herself in her book, trying to forget everything around her. The limo pulled to a stop, rocking slightly. Startled she looked up. “Are we here already?” Surprised that she could become so relaxed. He led her to a spare room over looking the pool and the luscious canopy of the backyard forest. “Thank you, Kiabia.” She said quietly as he left the room. He stopped as if he heard her, and then continued out of the room. The guest room was disgustingly white, almost sterile with touches of primary colours spread around to make it less like a hospitable. The bed was a frothy piece of pastry. The cascade of pillows ending nearly halfway down. Shoving her clothes half-heartily in the cringingly white dresser she pushed most of the pillows onto the floor before settling onto the bed, no bothering to pull up the covers. She didn’t stir until the sun started to rise. Suddenly in a blind panic she tossed on her flimsy housecoat and flew out the door. Finding Kiabia in the kitchen with Mokubia. “Time! What time is it!?!” “7 o’clock.” Mokie answered like it happened every day. “What! What happened to school?!” “There was a fire at school. They closed classes for the rest of the week due to fire and water damage.” “Oh she sunk to the kitchen table. “Here.” He placed a stack of pancakes with chocolate chips in front of her. She heartily dug in. “These are amazing Mokie!” He blushed. “Why don’t you take a plate to Seto? He’s in his office.” Trotting off to find her mysterious benefactor. Knocking on the door emitted no sound. Looking in she saw he leaning back in the chair with his mouth wide open. Walking towards him she touched him gently on the shoulder. He sprang into action. He leapt from the chair. Knocking the plate of pancakes onto her chest and just as it fell to the floor she came closer yet to him. His head barely an inch away. Realizing how close they were they broke apart, letting the forgotten gooey mass of once good pancake-ness goodness fall with a splat on the gleaming tile floor. She held her cold hands to her flaming checks, hoping he didn’t notice.

It took him three days to leave her another message. Why did she constantly avoid him? He blamed Kibia. He was always a spoiled bastard. Only able to act like a coward and try to steal what was rightfully his. Anzu. He first noticed her a few months ago, when she was cheerleading for a Yugi on the big screens at Kiabia gaming place. She looked so beautiful and innocent. He needed innocent. All the other bitches had tried to castrate him but he had shown them how much of a man he could be. He had shown all 12 of them. And now, Anzu was lucky number 13. Muscles clenched as she walked just a few feet in front of him. He grinned in despite of his cover, if she knew how close he was she would embarrass herself and he knew that she wouldn’t like that. No Anzu was different. Kind, generous and honorable. She was worthy. He allowed a fleeting moment of guilt over the other women in his collection. He had, brunettes, blondes, redheads, Asian, Americans, British, Polish, and French. Hell, even Thai. But he took them, when he found that they gave freely to others, what should only be given to him. They were whores. But he was proud of his Anzu. She was resisting Kibia even through he was trying his damnest to seduce, by convincing her to move in with him. He probably ran some spiel about stalking and protection. But his Anzu was remaining strong and virtuous. Yes, she should round off his collection, maybe this time he wouldn’t have to kill her…