Chapter 1- The Dress, The Door, And The Mouse

A rush of wind passes his unawakened body as it falls down to a never-ending hole. Through his closed eyes, Marik catches different colors of lights passing by as his ears starts to ring. His mind tries to wake up his body with questions: Where is he? What did he do? Marik stops asking as his body gets ready for its impact to the cold hard concrete when…

POOF! Marik feels his body coming up and then down against a soft ground below him. He stands up and realizes the many decorative and colorful mountains of pillows that broke his fall. Marik scratches his head and looks up to where the pit is, but a pink-purple checkerboard ceiling replaced it. Marik is trying to think what was his most recent evil plan. Maybe he managed to open a portal to another realm? Is this the shadow realm? If it is, Marik has lots of questions.

And then he remembers. He was on a blimp…playing bingo or something, but his mind is still hazy and the memories are in a blur.

However, there is another matter at hand. As Marik takes his first steps forwards, he hears a hard boot noise against the solid polished ground. Marik looks down and saw that someone must have tampered with his wardrobe. His perfectly sleeve-less top has been replaced by a purple dress going all the way down to his feet. So that's why Marik couldn't feel the cold wind around his abs! Since he has nothing else to wear, and as much as he would like to show off his amazing hot body… He decides not to catch a cold. Marik lifts off the dress a bit so he can see his new boots as he walks around the room.

He quickly manages to get used to the high heel boots of his, until a voice decides to change the scene. A shadowy figure rushes past him, and Marik quickly catches the sight of the figure as it yells in a monotone voice,

"Oh no, I'm late. I'm late."

"O-Odion?!"

His face is Odion, but Marik is not sure about the rest. He is small like the size of Marik's hairbrush, and his servant is wearing a tuxedo with big mouse ears on his head. Marik tries to catch the little rodent, fighting to keep up with his dress anchoring around him.

"Odion! This isn't time for cosplaying!"

The mouse doesn't listen to Marik, as his eyes are fixating on a large clock he keeps holding onto it as if it is a part of him. Marik however, is furious of this insubordination.

"Odion! Get back here immediately! I command you to-"

The clock mouse is a few feet away from the room's wall and WHOOSH! He slides below a little door and disappears to the next chamber.

"Frig!" Marik stops his running and inspects the very tiny door. He bends over and tries to turn on the locked knob. There's no doubt, Odion not obeying him? Mouse costumes? Marik in a frigging dress?! This MUST be a dream. It has to!

After giving up several twists on the door, he decides to inspect his surroundings. "Where is a British kitty when you need him?" Marik whispers under his breath, longing for some company.

There is nothing but walls covered with rich lavender silk curtains. He sees the pillows that Marik landed earlier, still staked together on the ground. However, he does not remember that small table in the room. Marik walks towards it and on top is a little glass bottle. He holds it up and reads a tag around it; labeled in cursive writing, Drink Me!

Pop! Marik takes out the cork of the bottle and starts to sniff the milk-like content. His mouth is dry and Marik can't remember the last time he drank something. And as Marik finally gives his excuses, he takes the bottle up his lips. He sips little by little until his pacing turns into gulps. Marik puts the empty bottle down on the table and starts to smack his lips together to critique the taste.

"Eh…I had worst"

Something tuck in the dark corners of Marik's mind is a British voice laughing in the background for reasons Marik doesn't know.

Suddenly, the room starts to move. His body begins to shake as the walls become larger and larger. Soon, he finds himself becoming a tiny pocket-sized Marik. He is confused as to why his clothes shrank with him, but this is a dream, so of course plot holes are bound to happen here. As Marik remembers the door behind him, his eyes glitter as he realizes he can fit below it.

"Oh! I SHALL PASS the door now!"

Marik quickly runs the very far away door. And as he gets ready to crawl down the gap, a voice appears.

"I won't go past it, my brother"

Marik stops and looks up at the source of the sound. An image of his sister Ishizu appears on the gold doorknob of the door.

"Things might not seem safe for you to continue on this path"

Marik stares back at the little gap below the door. He could see the sun's bright rays on the other side…so close.

"Oh, come on Sis! This is my dream! It might be a sexy dream, EVEN! So NO GIRLS ALLOWED!"

"Huh?"

"I-I mean no SISTERS allowed! Yes! Because there's obviously going to be girls in this sexy party! Because I'm TOTALLY straight!"

Ishizu sights and rolls her eyes with a grin, "Right…"

"I'm going inside!"

Or out…either way, Marik crouches down below the door and begins to crawl forwards. Ishizu's voice becomes distant as he moves farther way towards the light.

"Be safe my brother. For there might not even be a party for you there."