A presence watched the boy. He was still tanned, perhaps more so than the last time the spirit had seen him. His long silky blonde hair fell over his shoulders, not bothering to cover the gold earrings and necklaces he now wore to match gold armbands. The lovely scent of lavender and pine, spicy and sweet hung about him in an intoxicating cloud. Though the boy had changed he still possessed the most beautiful pair of amethyst eyes in the world. It had been six years since he had seen the boy, and the teen seemed to have grown more beautiful than the king could ever have imagined. More perfect. And how the presence wanted to simply whisk the boy away, give in to his selfish desires. Unfortunately there were rules. Marik had to say the words before Bakura could take him back to their homeland. For now he would content himself with entering the boys dreams. Oh yes, the king liked the boys dreams.
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Marik Ishtar smiled to his best friend Joey Wheeler as they passed in the halls of Domino High during the passing period between the fifth and sixth class of the day, Joey smiled back of course but his attention was riveted to the girl next to him. Marik sighed to himself. It always seemed that Joey had his eye on a different girl every time they met. Marik felt increasingly lonely, after all, the only friend he really had was Joey.
Marik felt an unexpected twinge at that, the kind he got when lying. He tried to ignore it, the kinda déjà vu/lying to himself feelings he had been getting had been growing both in intensity and frequency in the past few months. He had also found himself having strange, and arousing dreams, the ones about the white-haired, red-eyed, uber-sexy guy. Marik's hand went unconsciously to the bead he always wore at his neck.
The bead was a curious thing. It was made of a pale delicate looking glass, tear drop shaped, and had a mysterious green and gold powder within. Stranger than its looks was the fact that the thing was impossible to break. Not that Marik had intentionally tried to break it, but accidents happen. For some reason Marik knew the bead was connected to the man somehow.
Marik had gotten into many a fight over this trinket. After all it was the only thing he had from that time.
The time he had been lost.
Or that was the way his family put it. Marik personally knew that he hadn't been lost. It was just something he felt, the same way he knew the bead and the man, and the importance of both. Marik had lived with his father, mother and three siblings until he was ten years old. It was then that his mother had realized what danger they were all in staying with such an unstable man for a father. It had only taken the trip to the emergency room after his father had severely and purposely cut his son Marik's back with the symbols the man had insisted would 'protect' him. It was only due to his family telling him that he knew these things because right after he had finally gotten out of the hospital he had disappeared for an entire week. During which time his family had gone crazy looking for him until on the seventh day after his initial vanishing he showed up at breakfast seeming to think he had never been gone. In fact he could recall nothing regarding his scars or his sudden evaporation or a lot of other things too.
It has been six years since then and the memories of his time before coming to Domino City had still not returned. So that he could not even recall what the town they had lived in looked like. It didn't usually bother him, but now he wished he could remember if he had seen the man outside of his dreams, maybe before he had lost his memory. He had never asked about it because his family was still fragile about the subject of before.
Marik sighed as he walked into his next class settling down to tune out whatever subject the teacher would drone on about today. I'll break free eventually, I'll find him. He tells himself as a comfort. He never stops to wonder why this is a comfort.