Hey everyone, this is chapter one of my story.
I just want to say this story was actually a one shot, but due to its length I decided to instead break it up into chapters to make it less intimidating and easier to keep track off.
Sorry for the dark side to the story and also sorry that there won't be a lot of 'cliffhangers' as I didn't write this story for anyone.
Oh yeah, there is a small reference to some things in naruto, mostly the blood training, but please ignore it as 'that' stuff isn't really included in the story. :)
Enjoy, I hope
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Marik was pacing around his room, thoroughly irritated at the situation he was facing; apparently someone had been leaking information about him and it seemed it was a spy of sorts, but he didn't see how it could be any of his rare hunters, they had the fear of God in them when they heard his name. They would not be foolish enough to disobey him like this, so that meant someone was sneaking in and actually spying on him and that annoyed him.
It was only a matter of time before the person actually got his appearance and then any chance of him gaining respect of a ruler over Egypt would be down the drain, the people would never accept the leader of the Rare Hunters and a murderer as their King; the council members would have no choice but to give him the throne due to the secrets he knew and he could rule Egypt with fear; however, he did not want to do that.
He wanted to rule the place without them knowing about his past and he wanted to push Egypt to be the most sophisticated citadel in the world without losing any of its ancient appeal, he would never be able to do that if everyone feared and despised him and this little bastard of a spy could ruin it for him.
He had not gone to Egypt just yet, but if he did go he would have to reveal himself to the council members after he provided the information, unless he wanted to rule silently and invisibly. He did not want that as he couldn't dream of bringing the place to perfection if he was forced to hide in the shadows.
He needed to find this spy and kill him, he had every rare hunter at his disposal searching for the spy, but despite that the information still got leaked, everything he did was noted and sent out and the spy didn't even keep it a secret that he was sending out the information, as if wanting Marik to get agitated and make a wrong move.
Everyone on the Battle City Tournament knew what he looked like but he had sorted that out nicely after he had killed Shadi and received the Millennium Key. He had only left a select few people on the blimp alive; those were the non-important people, Kaiba and his little brother. For them he had used the key and erased any memory of him, the God Cards and the people he had killed. He had inserted images of other people in place of those he killed.
Thankfully Kaiba had not aired the tournament for the media and he was able to remove all records of the duels and thus he was left a faceless phantom. No one knew what he looked like, not even his rare hunters and no one was alive who remembered him and yet this spy was trying to mess that up.
If he found him he would do the worst thing possible to him to make him understand what he did was utterly stupid and he would pay for it dearly. Marik possessed all the Millennium items now and had the power to unlock the Pharaoh's secret and take the throne and the only thing standing in his way was the possibility of this spy finding out his face.
As Marik was still in thought he heard a knock on the door and he turned towards it and instructed the person to come in, the hood pulled across his face tightly so that no one could even wish to see it, he had gotten so paranoid that he had even showered with the bloody obstruction on his face, all it would take was one picture to get leaked and the entire world would know and he couldn't kill or erase the memory of the entire world.
The door opened and one of his rare hunters stepped inside, he looked down out of respect and fear. "Master Marik, we found someone." The rare hunter said and Marik felt his heart leap through his chest, could this possibly be the end of his trouble?
"Really, is it the spy?" Marik asked as he tightened the black robe around his body and walked out of the room, the rare hunter following behind him after he closed the door, trying to keep up with Marik's rapid pace.
"We don't know, since you put us on this a few months ago we had been keeping eye outside of the base and every single day this girl would come close to the base and then just vanish around a corner, we could never follow her further because of that and even when we tried to wait around that corner she would take a different route and then just 'vanish' when we weren't there to see her." He said in one breath and Marik stopped and turned towards the rare hunter.
"Are you telling me you kidnapped a girl because you lost track of her, which is quite possibly your own stupidity?" He asked angrily as he took in regard his hope was probably tarnished now, this was not the spy.
The rare hunter took a step back in fear at the anger he heard in Marik's voice, all of them feared him because of his power, hatred, brutality; love of destruction and especially because of his calm manner while he executed any brutal action. Thus when he got angry they had reason to fear and he seemed angry now.
"N-no Master Marik, we didn't do this on false suspicion. Today, after tailing her for almost a year, we caught her before she could disappear again and she put up quite a fight, she killed two of us before we were forced to shoot her." He said and Marik's eyes widened at that piece of information.
"You shot her?" He screamed at the rare hunter now, who almost turned on his heel and ran away at the obvious and rare display of anger from his master. Marik was furious because of this, what if they killed the girl and she was the spy or if she wasn't? Then he would never know anything, he wouldn't know whether she got his face or whether she was actually the spy and whether he can relax now and most importantly he wouldn't be able to kill her himself! "Where did you shoot her, is she still alive?" Marik continued to holler and the rare hunter was shaking in his boots already.
"She is still alive." He said quickly to try and calm Marik down and it seemed to have done the trick as Marik took in a deep breath. "We shot her on her right leg, left leg and shoulder before she went down." He said and when he saw Marik was starting to shake in anger he took a step back.
"You shot her three times? Had it ever occurred to you to grow some balls and subdue her without possibly killing her?" He asked calmly, but his voice was dripping with hidden anger and malice.
"W-we tried Master Marik." He said and when he didn't know what else to say regarding her condition he said something else. "She's in the main hall." He said and when Marik turned away from him he almost sighed in relief and started to follow Marik as he began walking again, thankful he still had his life.
Marik reached the door to the main hall and pushed it open, stepping inside and then he turned his gaze towards the gathering of rare hunters and the girl, whom seemed to be passed out, asleep or dead and his anger flared at the last possibility.
He saw two corpses to the side of the chair and noted they weren't wearing robes; those were probably the rare hunters that she had killed, even though he saw no blood coming from their bodies. He started to walk towards the rare hunters and they immediately scattered from her and allowed Marik to walk closer.
He stopped in front of her and examined her, her hair was pitch black and was the exact opposite of her skin, which was almost as white as snow and had little color at all. Her clothing was nothing special; she was wearing a black sleeveless tank top, black combats and no shoes.
The only color that broke the ying-yang affect was the blood trailing down her shoulder and it leaked from the bullet hole just below her shoulder, the flesh ripped apart at the wound like a blossoming flower.
He took hold of her face and moved it towards him as he put his ear by her nose and when he heard her soft breathing he moved away and turned towards his surviving rare hunters. "If you ever shoot at something I need alive again I will kill you all." He said and then walked behind the chair and untied the ropes holding her down.
After he had put her over his shoulder he turned towards the rare hunters again, they were standing dead still and the only sign that they were alive were the occasional shake of fear and when he took out his scepter every visible piece of flesh on them paled down to her complexion. Marik smirked beneath his hood as he pointed it towards the two corpses and then a yellow glow came around them. The rare hunters turned to watch and a second later the bodies disappeared.
Marik cleared his throat when he saw they were still looking at the spot where the bodies were a second ago and they looked back towards him immediately. "Go out and get me the tools to fix her up, I expect you back in less than thirty minutes." He said and then turned around and started to walk back to his room.
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Marik was in his room and put her down on his bed, he had no desire to toss her around like a toy until she was awake and doing it right now might just cause her to die. Now that he thought about it he would actually kill some of the rare hunters for this as he was now forced to play possum until she was stable enough and he had to actually get her to that condition, he was no nurse-maid and they would pay for forcing him into this position because of their lack of strength.
He wouldn't even tie her down as he had no reason to fear her imaginary strength and vivid aggression like they had and all he had to do now was actually wait for them to bring the things so that she could recuperate enough for him to start his questioning.
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(30 Minutes Later)
Marik had just received the tools and bandaged from the rare hunter and was walking towards the bed when he saw her stir, but ignored it as it wasn't possible for her to wake up just yet, especially not from the loss of blood.
While she had been on his bed she had bled through all his sheets and onto the mattress and some of it had actually managed to find its way to the floor, so there was no possibility she would be waking up just yet.
Marik placed the stuff down on the bedside table and was actually pleased the rare hunters had enough sense to realize if they hadn't at least prepared antiseptic water they would pay and thus they had brought a bowl of antiseptic water with.
He sat down next to her and dipped a sponge into the water and brought it to her shoulder, it seemed the bleeding had stopped somewhat, and started to wipe the blood away from the wound, he didn't care about those on her arms as that wasn't where the wound lay and he needed to remove the bullet, he would've preferred if it had gone right through her shoulder instead of getting lodged in her flesh.
Once he was done cleaning around and over the wound he put the sponge into the water and saw as the blood seeped from the sponge in streams and soon the water was a milky red color, blood always amused him and at least there was one upside to this so far.
He picked up the tweezer, a very bad way to remove a bullet but he did not care. He brought it to her wound and without thinking of the possible pain he shoved it in the hole and when he heard it scrape again metal he smirked. He clasped onto the bullet and with one quick movement ripped it out of her body and a second later he was splattered with blood and knocked off the bed as she shot up with a loud gasp at the pain.
Marik got up quickly and saw as the bullet was lying on the ground, along with the tweezers and a few splatters of blood and then he turned towards her, she was sitting up and grasping her shoulder as blood poured through her fingers like he had turned on a tap and it was possible he should've considered to remove it 'gently'. At least she was awake and that was the whole practice of fixing her up, he walked towards her as she was still clutching her shoulder and her eyes were closed tightly.
He walked towards her and when she heard his footsteps her eyes snapped open and she looked towards him immediately and Marik stopped when he saw her eyes, it was pure white, the only thing separating it from her eye whites were a black ring around the white iris and Marik was confused by this, but the possibility that it was contact lenses were high.
He watched as she stared at him as she still held her shoulder and it was impossible for him to figure out her emotions because of her eyes and now he understood the reason for the contact lenses, it was perfect for a spy, they would never be able to show emotion through their eyes if their emotions were hidden all the time and this was a good thing for him because this meant she was definitely the spy.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, considering you had sneaked around me so many times." He said and her face didn't show a speck of emotion either, at least she was not some pathetic amateur with a camera as that would've broken down his ego immensely.
She continued to stare at him as blood was still pouring from her shoulder freely. "Pleasure is all yours." She said and Marik scowled at her cold attitude, she had no reason to be angry as she was not the one being spied on and the fact that she showed no emotion in her voice irritated him.
"So, since you are awake and soiling my sheets I expect you to answer a few questions." He said and she let her hand drop from her shoulder and then leaned back against the bed frame as she continued to look at him with no detectable emotion.
"You are allowed to expect whatever you want." She said and now Marik was getting angry, she had no right to talk to him like that and her lack of fear was starting to annoy him.
"I suggest you learn some respect, since you are the person who had been spying on me for so long I would expect you to realize what I am capable of." He threatened as he took out his scepter and pointed it towards her and nothing on her face changed as she stared at him placidly, almost in a bored fashion.
"Would you mind if I ask you to skip to the questions instead of the useless threats?" She asked and now Marik was feeling his blood boil, she had no right to insult, deny and mock him. "I doubt I'll be able to remain conscious much longer." She continued and Marik huffed at her reply as he still had the rod pointed towards her.
"Are you the spy who had been spying on me for almost a year?" He asked her and felt angry once more at the fact that she had managed to remain elusive for so long and now that he finally had her she was mocking him.
"No, I am not the spy who had been spying on you for almost a year." She said and Marik's eyes widened at her blatant lie. "I have been spying on you for much longer than that." She finished and Marik narrowed his eyes now, so she was in fact the spy and had just revealed something that would not be beneficial to her demise.
"How long have you been spying on me then?" He asked her and she seemed to falter for a second as her skin turned a shade lighter than he could ever have imagined possible, she was literally the color of snow now and it unnerved him that she could still be alive after losing so much blood; he assumed that was the reason for her extremely pale complexion.
"Almost three years." She said and Marik's eyes widened once more as he couldn't believe that, how was it that she had slipped up after two years and allowed herself to be detected if she had managed to sneak by him for two years without even a hint of her presence.
"I doubt that is true, how is it possible then that we detected you a year back if you had managed to do this for two years without being detected?" He asked and saw her eyelids were getting heavy as she was possibility close to passing out.
"I was told to let my presence be known." She said and Marik thought that a reasonable answer, but he was still confused about a few things.
"Why were you told that and who were you taking the messages to?" He asked and the last bit Marik wanted to know because the person who had informed him was one of his rare hunters working higher up in the circles and the information was passed on through him, however, where he got it from was anonymous and his rare hunter wasn't the only one receiving the information.
"I was told to do so in the hope that you would lose your usual calm composure and make a mistake and who I work for I will not disclose." She said as her eyelids were getting heavier by the second and it seemed she was not concerned about her wounds.
"Why would you want me to lose my calm composure?" He asked as he decided not to press for the name of her employer as she was losing waking time as it was, but there was one thing that was bothering him immensely. For the first two years of her spy work he had removed the hood when he went to shower and sleep so there was a high possibility she knew what he looked like.
"In order to see your face and report it to the world as well as other acts of cruelty and murder." She said and Marik thought it was almost too good to be true that she had not seen his face and usually when something was too good to be true it was.
"Have you seen my face?" He asked angrily and her eyes were almost closed as she was slipping into unconsciousness.
"Yes…and…" She started and before she could finish her eyes fell closed. Marik growled as he ran towards her and started to shake her in an attempt to wake her up but she just flopped back and forth like a ragdoll.
"Dammit!" He yelled as he slammed her against the bed frame angrily and even with that action she did not wake up. "Shit!" He yelled as he quickly pressed his ear by her nose and sighed in relief when he realized she was still alive.
With his anger dissipating he sat down on the bed as he put his head in his hands and shook his head from side to side. "She knows my face…" He whispered to himself as he tried to figure out what exactly she had wanted to say and he was conflicted about her response before that; she said they wanted her to announce herself so that they could see his face and yet he had taken every measure possible to conceal his face since he found out someone was spying on him. Could this mean that she had seen his face beforehand and chose not to tell them that? Why on earth would she lie to her employer?
He didn't see any other possibility as she had every opportunity to get him without his hood on before he had found out about her presence and afterwards it would've been almost impossible, so it must've been beforehand.
He lifted up his head and stared at her sleeping figure before sighing, he would need to get her fixed up to get answers out of her; at least she had been cooperative enough.