Forgotten Love
By egyptionkitty
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I'll try my best to disclaim every chapter, but if I don't, oh well. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, because if I did, the main character would be Marik. But I don't, so guess what? Whoop-de-doo for me. I do own Katara Narazrak though.
Note: In Katara's last name, the k is silent, so I might spell it without the k. Also, Narazrak means 'blue fire' in Arabic. As you all know, blue fire is the hottest of all fire, so, I think blue fire is fitting. It took me forever to find a proper surname. I'm not good at names, so I just pulled something out of the top of my head. Also, if you didn't know, there were supposed to be clans, like different tribes, each with their own powers. The Narazrak family (as you can PROBABLY guess) can control fire. I guess the Ishtar family didn't have a special power, but still, guarding a pharaoh's tomb is enough. The Ishtar family is considered one of the highest tribes, so they MUST be treated with respect at all times. Well, on to the story. Please R&R, and be nice, I'm not very good at Marik/OC fics. Oh, and I decided to use a little bit of Arabic here and there, because I love to use it. Okay? Now I'm finally done! Now we can ACTUALLY start the fic…
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A young boy was sitting silently in his room, waiting for his stepbrother to assist him with changing his clothes. Although they were almost like flesh and blood, Odeon had to obey his commands and call him 'Master'. The sandy blond haired boy sighed, as his father was expecting yet another family to arrive. They all came for the same, sole purpose, to marry him. Truth be told, this immature child had quite enough suitors came over to his home, all of them ending with disastrous results. The child smirked, as he remembered the last time a girl had come over. She returned home crying, screaming that the innocent little boy was the devil himself. He hadn't done anything wrong… well, not anything TOO bad. Just teasing and a few pranks. Marik had read them in a book he had found (when he was supposed o be studying ancient scriptures) and had been dying to try them out on someone.
Marik's (I'm sure you had figured it out by now) father had stormed into the room, fuming. He had glanced at Marik and yelled, "Why aren't you dressed, boy? The Narazrak family will be here any minute! Ra damn, where is that good for nothing Odeon? Must he always be off task?"
Marik had a hurt expression on his face. His father was annoyed after the… erm, incidents… with all the other suitors. He was also hurt at the fact that his father was cursing his only brother and faithful servant Odeon. His father stormed out of the room, just as he came, shouting at the nearest servant to go retrieve Odeon. Marik waited patiently as his stepbrother entered the room, and bowed.
"Oh, good. You're here. Father was looking for you," Marik said, with a slight grin on his face. Marik wondered what father would have done to him if he had found Odeon first.
"Yes, Master Marik. I had to attend to the needs of your sister… and gather the laundry from outside…" When Odeon mentioned the laundry, his face turned red a bit, but his expression remained emotionless.
Marik just nodded, and he pointed to the closet. Odeon went over to decide on something proper to wear.
"Odeon, can it be purple?" Marik asked, looking at the numerous outfits in the closet.
Odeon looked surprised and asked, "Why purple?"
"I don't know… I've grown rather fond of it…" Marik said blushing, embarrassed that he liked such a feminine color.
Odeon just nodded, as he chose an outfit. Marik glanced at it quickly, before Odeon started to help him undress from his usual white gallabea or white, long sleeved gown that was usually worn by Egyptians. (A/N: Gallabea are dresses, but not feminine. If you have seen Marik as a child, he's most likely wearing one)
"Odeon… do you think it's girly for me to like purple?" Marik asked, blushing.
"Of course not," Odeon said, more concentrated on getting Marik into the clothes than the conversation, "Besides, it matches with your eyes."
Marik just nodded, as Odeon finished dressing him. He jumped off the bed to see the results. Marik stared into the mirror at a handsome young child with lavender eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a beautifully decorated outfit of lavender. Marik blushed, because he looked more like a girl than a boy. But the purple matched so well with his eyes, he decided not to change.
Marik walked out of the room, like a shy child, heading for the dining room, where the servants were preparing a glorious feast. Marik could smell the wonderful fumes of the freshly roasted lama or meat. His mouth watered as he anticipated the banquet ahead.
Ishizu, his older sister stepped out of her room, which was directly next to the library. She had an amused smile on her face when she saw her bother's attire. Marik turned a beet red, knowing exactly what his sister was thinking.
"Don't you look sweet, little brother. The guests will arrive any minute. I believe they are the Narazrak family, one of the better-known clans in Egypt. I advise you to be on your best behavior, because I dare not risk the chances of angering father. He's angry enough as it is." Ishizu informed her brother. Was it just Marik, or did she seem to know everything?
Marik took a seat in the living room, Odeon following suit. It was rather dusty, and the hieroglyphics on the wall were fading slightly, giving their home a common, ancient look. Their home was actually quite grand, but was nonetheless, old. Marik fiddled with his bracelets and earrings, awaiting the Narazrak family Marik was growing more and more impatient, as he could smell the delectable fumes of the Egyptian foods cooking in the kitchens. He was getting more and more hungrier, and the smells were getting stranger. Marik knew that Odeon was also longing for the food, but was trained not to give anything away by always leaving his expression blank.
Suddenly, Marik's father entered the room, pacing back and forth, expecting them to come any minute now.
"Where are they?" He bellowed in rage, still pacing back and forth. Then suddenly, Marik caught his eye.
"What in the seven hells are you wearing boy?" Mr. Ishtar said in a dangerously low voice.
Marik's head hung, as he muttered meekly, "The outfit I got from Egyptian New Year."
"And, why, pray tell, is it purple?" Mr. Ishtar said in the same tone, narrowing his eyes.
"The tailor said it would look lovely with my eyes…" Marik muttered, blushing slightly, not looking up.
"YOU TOOK ADVICE FROM A COMMONER? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU-" Mr. Ishtar roared in rage, but was cut off by a knock on the door.
"They're here!" Mr. Ishtar exclaimed, tone of voice changing completely. "I'll deal with you later, boy." He said, glaring at his biological son. Marik's head hung even lower, as Ishizu gave Marik a sympathetic look.
A servant opened the door, and bowed deeply. Mr. Narazrak just gave a nod to the servant, and the servant backed off.
"Ah, salaam, my good friend, Mr. Ishtar respectfully, as he shook Mr. Narazrak's hand.
"And the same to you," he responded solemnly.
The Narazrak family was ushered in, and they were seated in the dining room.
"I suppose this is your lovely daughter." Mr. Ishtar said, as he attempted to give her a warm smile, but failed miserably. The little girl just glanced at her parents like, 'I'm supposed to marry this guy's son?'
Mrs. Narazrak nodded as she put an arm around her daughter and said, "This is our daughter Katara. I suppose this is your son, Marik…?" She said glancing at Odeon worried that her daughter would have to marry someone that… well, old.
"Oh, no, no, no, no," Mr. Ishtar said, waving his hand, "This is my stepson Odeon. This," He said pointing to the shy Marik, "Is my son."
Mrs. Narazrak looked relieved, as she glanced at the little boy. He looked very cute in his clothes. Katara stole a glance at her future husband, and thought, 'I guess. He's okay. He looks a lot better than other boys. Wow, what a pretty shade of purple…'
Marik looked back at Katara, who had raven black tresses that went to about her shoulder, and luminous orange eyes. 'What a strange eye color…' Marik thought, and then examining the rest of her, thought, 'She looks pretty cute... for a girl… I hope she doesn't have cooties…' (A/N: Isn't that funny? I just thought about boys in my childhood, so I just had to add that.) They could only see each other up to the shoulders, so they tried to stand up to see each other better.
As the adults were talking about the two children's futures, Marik and Katara kept exchanging glances at each other, trying to decide if that person was the one they wanted to spend the rest of his/her life with. They probably would have sat there glancing at each other the whole time if it weren't for the food. Marik didn't realize how hungry he was until he saw the food on the table. There were all sorts of foods: bamia (fried okra), molokhia (I don't know what it is in English, but it is an Egyptian food that, had a legend that a long time ago, only royal or nobles ate it, so that's why I guess lots of Egyptians eat it now; because they can. It is one of my personal favorites), fasoolia (some kind of beans with rice), ,macarona bil bashamil (it's those weird noodles with a layer of meat, sauce, and topped with the same sauce and it's put in the oven until the top turns golden brown), and all sorts of popular Egyptian foods.
Marik glanced at the molokhia, and realized that Katara was doing the exact same thing. She grinned at him, as she took a large helping of rice, and topped it off with the delicious sauce. Marik acted like he didn't see her, but did the exact same thing. Mrs. Narazrak eyed them both and smiled sweetly.
"It seems that our children both love the same foods." Mrs. Narazrak said happily , glad that Marik and Katara (seemed) to get along.
Mr. Ishtar, seeing his chance, said, "Of course! My son absolutely loves the stuff! He can't live without it."
Marik continued to eat, ignoring that what his father said was a complete lie. He did like molokhia; but it wasn't his favorite. Marik wasn't a picky eater, so he didn't have any favorites.
Katara grinned at Marik, as she continued to eat her food. After she had devoured the plate, she got out of her seat, and bowed to show respect and said politely, "May I please be excused?"
Her parents nodded, as she headed toward the bathroom. Ishizu smiled slightly, and instantly knew where she was going to go. Marik raised his eyebrow, and even though his plate was only half finished, (he was still hungry, but was dying of curiosity) said quickly, "I would like to be excused too."
His father frowned at his improper use of grammar, but waved him off. Marik quickly walked towards his room, afraid that the girl may have intruded, but he found that she wasn't there. He tried to think of somewhere a GIRL would go, but gave up. In the end, he decided to look in the library. Ishizu always went there, so why not Katara? He tiptoed into the library, and heard the turn of a page. He grinned, and stealthily snuck towards the comfy armchair that Katara was reading in. Now was the time to strike…
"Don't bother." Katara said with a bored tone, knowing that Marik was about to scare her.
Marik stood there, shocked that she sensed him… After all that sneakiness…
"How did you know?" He asked, ashamed that he got caught. After all, Marik was a very proud person.
"You were breathing too hard. Take it easy. And you shuffled when you were walking, not sneaking. Plus…" She stopped in her tracks when she turned around to see him better.
"What?" he asked defensively. Marik was embarrassed, but what for, he did not know.
"Wow," Katara breathed as she stared at his clothes, "I love your clothes. They go perfectly with your eyes."
Marik turned beet red, and his brow furrowed into an angry look, "You don't have to make fun of me! I know purple is a girly color…"
Katara looked surprised, and then started to laugh really hard.
"What's so funny?" Marik asked, hurt that she was laughing at him.
She stopped laughing eventually to say, "I was serious. I really like them. You should wear it more often,"
Marik blushed at the compliment and said, "Well, yours does too. I dunno much about clothes, but it's pretty cool how it looks orange and yellow at the same time."
Katara grinned, and went back to her book, Marik looked over her shoulder to look at what she was reading.
"What are you reading?" Asked the 9 year-old boy, who was trying to look at the cover.
"A book about marriage. I guess since we're going to get married, I should learn more about it." Katara put it simply, returning to the book.
Marik looked astonished at the prospect.
"But we're 9 for Ra's sake! And I thought you had to love someone to get married to them. And, well, I don't love you." Marik said blandly, trying not to hurt her feelings.
She just laughed and said, "Well, we're not getting married because we want to. We're getting married because our parents are forcing us to. Besides…" Katara added mischievously, with a twinkle in her fiery eyes, "I'll make you fall in love with me."
Marik was dumbstruck at the last comment. He stared at her, his lavender eyes stunned. Then Katara burst into laughter.
"Did you see the look on your face when I said that last comment? Priceless!" She started laughing until tears were squeezing out of her eyes. Marik just pouted, and glared at her.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Hey, I wanted to ask you something…" Katara said, wiping the tears away.
"What?" Marik asked curiously, his purple eyes lit up in excitement.
"Any idea what 'sex' is? They mention it a lot. They say that that's what makes a baby. And all this time I thought you had a baby when you got married, and a year later, the baby came out of a mommy's tummy…" she said in wonderment.
Marik turned red out of embarrassment. 'She really has no idea…'
"Um, er, I don't know. Want to check it out on the dictionary?" Marik suggested, sweating from lying. Of course he knew what it was. He was just too embarrassed to say so.
"Great idea! Now where is that dictionary…" Katara said, scanning the shelves, "Ah, here it is… let's see… oh, here it is!" she exclaimed.
Katara's orange eyes scanned the page, as she read the definition out loud.
"Let's see… sex: (noun) either of the two major forms that occur in many living things and are designated male or female according to their role in the reproduction… I don't think it was that one… aha! Here's the second one…"
Marik glanced miserably at the dictionary… she was saying it so loud… Suddenly Marik closed the huge book.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" Katara said crossly, putting her tiny hands on her hips.
Marik continued to sweat and whispered, "Listen, I know what it means… I'll explain…"
And so, Marik and Katara spent the rest of the time in the library, with Marik trying to explain… well, you get what I mean. And so, finally, it was the time to leave.
"I would be honored if you all come back soon." Mr. Ishtar said respectfully, bowing to Mr. Narazrak.
"And the same to you," He replied, returning the bow. Then he ushered the rest of the family out of the door.
"Well, well, well," Mr. Ishtar said, turning around to leer at Marik, "I suppose you hade a wonderful time, did you not?"
Marik dared not to talk about anything that happened in the library; he just simply nodded.
"For once, you didn't scare her off…" Mr. Ishtar muttered. He started to walk toward his room, and when he was out of sight, Marik sighed and turned to Odeon.
"You have no idea what happened tonight…" Marik said, heaving a sigh. Odeon simply nodded, as he escorted Marik to his room.
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Finito! I generally don't make my chapters so long, but this was a special occasion. Wow… five pages is a lot for me, I generally do three or four. Well, I hope you enjoyed, and tell me what you think, okay? I am open for suggestions, so feel free. Ugh, I'm tired… Well, please don't be hard on me. Well, I promise I will try to update soon, okay? Now it is time for my bedtime… (I sleep early…)