Marik sat on his thrown with the Millennium Rod in his hand. 'I hate that Yugi and Yami too.' he thought. He stood up and looked at one of the God Cards. He only had two. Marik slammed his fist against the glass table, creating three cracks.

A Rare Hunter walked in. Marik's eyes turned to the door. "Yes?"

"I heard that Yugi won and you're now sending the Quiet One to him." the cloaked figure said.

"SO?" Marik snapped.

The Rare Hunter shrugged, "I just wanted to know what you planed to do with Kaiba."

Marik walked towards the Rare Hunter. "My Huntress, you can take off your cloak. No secrecy is needed between us."

The Rare Huntress slid the cloak off of her shoulders. She was garbed in black, a dress with high slits and no straps. She had long black hair and eye markings just like his.

Marik felt his hands shake in desire. He almost licked his lips. She was so beautiful, the only female Rare Hunter. 'When I become pharaoh, she will be my queen.' Marik thought. Marik smiled, a hungry look in his eyes.

The Rare Huntress walked up to him. "Master Marik," she said. "Is Kaiba even a concern?"

Marik's lips trembled. "No, Yugi is my first priority." He grabbed her arms, "And you my dear, are my second."

"Oh!" The Huntress gasped. Marik pulled her towards him and gave her a rough but long kiss. The Huntress put her hands on Marik's shoulders and stroked his white hair. It was soft, but felt evil. Marik let his cloak fall, exposing his tattooed back.

Marik pulled away, needing breath. "I want you to be my queen."

"WHAT?" The Huntress gasped and struggled out of his strong grasp. "Y-you want me-e to b-be your queen?"

Marik grinned evilly and pulled her back to him. "Yes." he whispered in her ear. He licked her cheek. "When I rule the world."

The Huntress winced as Marik squeezed her hand.

Marik's hard purple eyes stared into The Huntress's scared emerald green ones. 'Ra, she tastes good.' Marik thought.

"I-I -I don't know." The Huntress stuttered.

"Why do you pull away?" Marik asked, releasing her and gripping his Millennium Rod tighter.

The Huntress looked at him. "Are you trying to get my mind?" she asked. "Because, I'll fight it."

Marik smiled. "No, no, no." he said. "Why would I want to do that?"

"I've seen you do it to others."

"Yes, but you are different." Marik said, kissing her cheek.

The Huntress almost melted in his warm embrace, smelling the sweet, sexy smell of his cologne.

The locked lips again.

'She will be my queen.'

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