AHH!!!! Scream with me! AH!!!
This is the sequel to My Master, My Soul, My Heart!!!
If you haven't read it yet, READ IT! ^^
Please enjoy! AH!!
I do not own Yugioh!!!!!!!
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Summary;
Years have past since Battle City, and Marik and Morila have moved on....Or have they? Strange nightmares of her fathers death haunts Morila, but Marik can do nothing to stop the dreams. What will happen when an old nightmare returns for revenge, and Morila is powerless to stop it? And Marik no longer posses's the Millennium Rod....What will happen?
Proluge.
A young girl walked the dark halls of a tomb. She had long brown hair and green eyes, Her skin a light tan. She walked threw the tomb fearfully. "Huh?!" She swirled around when she thought she heard someone behind her.
Shaking with fear, she slowly walked to a room. "Father!" She ran to the bed where she father lay dying.
"Morila," her father spoke weakly.
Morila wiped tears from her eyes. "Don't leave me, daddy!"
He grinned at her. "I'll be alright, Morila. I'm going to be with mommy again......"
She hugged him, tears streming down her checks. "No! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone!"
"You won't be....Mommy and I will watch over you."
She cried harder. "But I don't want you to leave me......I don't want to be alone."
Morila sobbered in her sleep. "I don't want to be alone." Tears streming down her checks as she tossed and turned in hers and Mariks shared bed. "I don't want to be alone." She gripped the blankets tightly and tossed her head to the side. "Don't leave me, daddy....."
"Huh?" Marik suddenly awoke when he heard her sobbers and mutters. He blinked a couple times to see clearly. He rose on forearms, he'd been sleeping on his stomach, and looked at Morila. Now seeing clearly, he slowly shook her arm. "Mora....Mora, wake up."
She didn't awake, but kept tossing and turning while muttering. "I don't want to be alone."
Marik saw that tears were coming from her eyes.
He sighed, he knew what she was dreaming about. After they had gone to Morila's fathers funeral, Morila had been having nightmares of her father. But the weird thing was, she was a little girl in the dreams. Her father had died during the events when Marik had been making the copys of Ra.
"Mora.....Sweatheart, wake up." He shook her again, nothing. "Come on, WAKE UP!" He shouted, shaking her a bit more firmly.
Morila's eyes shot open, fear in them. She looked at Marik, shaking. "M-Marik?" She closed her eyes and turned away. "I-I had that d-dream again....... It was horrible....My father was dying again......It just hurts me so much that I wasn't there with him..."
He sighed and scooted more near to her before setting an arm around her waist. "Shh.....I know you're still hurt, Mora. Just go back to sleep, okay."
She nodded and snuggling closer to him, still sobbering. Marik barried his face in her hair, all the while whispering comforting words to her like he always did when she was afraid.
"Marik?" She whispered tearfully.
"Hmm?"
"Y-you'll....You'll never leave me, right?"
Marik paused at that. What did she mean by that? Marik loved Morila, more then anything almost. He'd been with her, really with her, since Battle City ended and his darker half was gone.......But what was wrong with her now?
"Mora, I love you. I'm never gonig to leave you."
Morila smiled, Marik was always gentle and kind with her. Although they still got into arguements, they still loved each other. Marik and the Millennium Rod had parted long ago, and Morila's gift had also gone. But she still saw little visions every once an a while. But they were more clouded then ever, and whatever she saw was beginning to get harder to see.
"I love you, Marik." She snuggled, if possible, even closer to Marik. Both in a warm cocoon due to the blankets covering them.
"I love you to, Mora."
Morila soon fell asleep in Marik's stronge, yet gentle, arms. But Marik found no sleep, his thoughts wouldn't allow him to. What did she mean by that? Of course I'll never leave her! This isn't Battle City, this is deferent. This is our new life, not the past.... He thought, staring at Mora. Yes, he still thought she was beautiful while she slept. And Mora's dreams are getting worse and worse by the night.....What does it all mean though? Could this have something to do with the past?.....
End of proluge.
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Rya; Hmm...Sort proluge, but they get the idea.
Bakura; Yeah......Am I in this?
Rya; *Smiles* I ain't spoilin' it for our readers...You'll just have to find out.
Marik; Hey, at least I'm in it!
Rya; Yep
Ryo; Hey, I'm here. What'd I miss?
Rya; Ryo-Kun!! *Hugs him*
Marik and Bakura; *Looks jealous* Damnit.........
Marik; Review.....Or something.......