Hello everyone! I know I have been a little in active
lately, but here is the first few chapters to that
story I told I would have for all of you. I almost
have this story all written out. So that means that I
have a lot of the chapters in advance. Now when
reading this, or anything I write, keep an open mind.
This is one of my more favorite stories out of all the
ones I have written because it is funny and actually
goes somewhere concerning the plot. I really enjoyed
writing this and I hope you will enjoy reading it.
lol If you like it or hate it or even if you have
suggestions, review and lemmie know. ^_^ so here it is, FINALLY!!!!!
Mirror, mirror.
Marik Ishtar sighed, walking home from another boring
day at school. His blond hair waving wildly in the
wind while his already dark Egyptian tan was getting
another coat from the sun's rays. His lavender eyes
were focused on the path ahead of him even though his
thoughts were wandering. Backpack slung over one
shoulder and books in his arms, he wished he really
had used his study hall for homework instead of
doodling. Marik didn't doubt, however, that he
probably would get his homework done in 20 minutes or
so. He was the top of his class after all, this stuff
was easy.
Ever since Yugi Motou defeated him and had his yami
spirit banished to the shadow realm, he returned to
life as a normal 17- year old teenager. While at times
he missed his overaggressive, arrogant, and pushy
yami, he was grateful he could be a kid again. High
school, however, was something he could have lived
without, but he wasn't alone. When Yami Yugi defeated
him and his yami spirit, Shadi came and split the
yami's and their hosts apart, and gave each host the
option of keeping them in life or banishing their
spirits to the shadow realm. Marik was the only one
not to get that option since his spirit had caused so
much trouble. Yugi, of course, kept Yami and Ryou (he
didn't know why) kept Bakura. Yami forgave Marik and
they became great friends. Since Yami appeared to be
17 again, he agreed to attend high school, as well, to
learn more about this new world because, he was, after
all, an ancient Egyptian pharaoh and now that he was
in 2003, he had no clue how to use or do anything.
Frequently, Yugi helped him in this matter. He did
learn how to drive rather quickly though and that is
now his favorite hobby. Even Bakura, for some strange
reason, agreed to go to high school as Ryou's twin,
but only to torture all the teenagers. That was his
new hobby, but leaving Ryou to apologize in his path.
Life sure wan interesting after that last battle. Yami
Yugi, of course, beat Kiaba and now Kiaba hates him
even more. Marik had to chuckle at it all because he
really thought Kiaba was being immature about the
whole thing. But that was Seto Kiaba for ya. All he
cared about was winning, and since he lost he will
forever be very bitter about it until he wins again.
Marik turned the corner to go to his house. He lived
with his sister, Ishizu, in an apartment that Ishizu
supports with a little help from Kiaba, her boyfriend.
Marik could still never figure that one out. What did
his sister see in Kiaba? How is Kiaba , a cold and
vengeful bastard, able to love? Probably questions
that would remain unanswered. Or maybe Marik just
didn't even want to know. Either way, it didn't really
matter. It was what it was.
As Marik turned the corner, he ran into someone and
fell flat on his butt. He had his eyes closed from
force of impact and his books were, no doubt, spread
all over the sidewalk. He rubbed his sore spot on his
backside. Aww man, this really hurts, he thought,
perfect. Now my homework will be everywhere, and all
thanks to this clown. If I find a hole or a stain in
my uniform, somebody's gonna die!
"Hey," he scolded, " watch where you're going!"
"Look pal, I was turning this corner first so back
off," a deep nice sounding feminine voice with a
slight Egyptian accent responded. Nothing could have
prepared Marik for what was to happen next. He opened
his eyes slowly to see his roadblock. All he could do
was stare in shock/horror.
lately, but here is the first few chapters to that
story I told I would have for all of you. I almost
have this story all written out. So that means that I
have a lot of the chapters in advance. Now when
reading this, or anything I write, keep an open mind.
This is one of my more favorite stories out of all the
ones I have written because it is funny and actually
goes somewhere concerning the plot. I really enjoyed
writing this and I hope you will enjoy reading it.
lol If you like it or hate it or even if you have
suggestions, review and lemmie know. ^_^ so here it is, FINALLY!!!!!
Mirror, mirror.
Marik Ishtar sighed, walking home from another boring
day at school. His blond hair waving wildly in the
wind while his already dark Egyptian tan was getting
another coat from the sun's rays. His lavender eyes
were focused on the path ahead of him even though his
thoughts were wandering. Backpack slung over one
shoulder and books in his arms, he wished he really
had used his study hall for homework instead of
doodling. Marik didn't doubt, however, that he
probably would get his homework done in 20 minutes or
so. He was the top of his class after all, this stuff
was easy.
Ever since Yugi Motou defeated him and had his yami
spirit banished to the shadow realm, he returned to
life as a normal 17- year old teenager. While at times
he missed his overaggressive, arrogant, and pushy
yami, he was grateful he could be a kid again. High
school, however, was something he could have lived
without, but he wasn't alone. When Yami Yugi defeated
him and his yami spirit, Shadi came and split the
yami's and their hosts apart, and gave each host the
option of keeping them in life or banishing their
spirits to the shadow realm. Marik was the only one
not to get that option since his spirit had caused so
much trouble. Yugi, of course, kept Yami and Ryou (he
didn't know why) kept Bakura. Yami forgave Marik and
they became great friends. Since Yami appeared to be
17 again, he agreed to attend high school, as well, to
learn more about this new world because, he was, after
all, an ancient Egyptian pharaoh and now that he was
in 2003, he had no clue how to use or do anything.
Frequently, Yugi helped him in this matter. He did
learn how to drive rather quickly though and that is
now his favorite hobby. Even Bakura, for some strange
reason, agreed to go to high school as Ryou's twin,
but only to torture all the teenagers. That was his
new hobby, but leaving Ryou to apologize in his path.
Life sure wan interesting after that last battle. Yami
Yugi, of course, beat Kiaba and now Kiaba hates him
even more. Marik had to chuckle at it all because he
really thought Kiaba was being immature about the
whole thing. But that was Seto Kiaba for ya. All he
cared about was winning, and since he lost he will
forever be very bitter about it until he wins again.
Marik turned the corner to go to his house. He lived
with his sister, Ishizu, in an apartment that Ishizu
supports with a little help from Kiaba, her boyfriend.
Marik could still never figure that one out. What did
his sister see in Kiaba? How is Kiaba , a cold and
vengeful bastard, able to love? Probably questions
that would remain unanswered. Or maybe Marik just
didn't even want to know. Either way, it didn't really
matter. It was what it was.
As Marik turned the corner, he ran into someone and
fell flat on his butt. He had his eyes closed from
force of impact and his books were, no doubt, spread
all over the sidewalk. He rubbed his sore spot on his
backside. Aww man, this really hurts, he thought,
perfect. Now my homework will be everywhere, and all
thanks to this clown. If I find a hole or a stain in
my uniform, somebody's gonna die!
"Hey," he scolded, " watch where you're going!"
"Look pal, I was turning this corner first so back
off," a deep nice sounding feminine voice with a
slight Egyptian accent responded. Nothing could have
prepared Marik for what was to happen next. He opened
his eyes slowly to see his roadblock. All he could do
was stare in shock/horror.