Queen of Random: Hey guys, 'tis the Queen of Random! Actually, my penname
is 'The True Queen of Random', but that is only that because somebody else
has the name 'The Queen of Random'. How stink is that? I mean, I've been
called that for so long now, and I find that there is somebody else out
there with that name! Ah, well. . . what was I saying? Ah, yes! You may
remember me from such fanfictions as 'When Road Trips go Bad because Random
Bus Drivers Attack! (With Helpfulness!)' and. . . actually, that's the only
one I've helped write. Under this name at least. He he he.
Okay, now before I get this story on the road, I'd better explain a few things. First of all, I do not own anything that has to do with Yu-Gi-Oh!. At all. I'm poor, okay?! Well, in this country at least. Once I get back home to Randomland then I will be queen once again!
Second, this story began when my friend, Deemma_4w (if you recognise the name, she's the person I write that X-Men: Evolution road trip story with), and I went to this Pulp Culture Expo. Anyway, Jonathon Ross, the guy who does the voice of Marik, was there, and well, we spent the next couple of hours harassing him. Especially about what he had eaten for breakfast. But the thing I regret most is not having a tape recorder. I mean, how many times in your life do you hear Marik sing 'Baby got Back' or say to me, 'I know I may be pure evil, but I know we can make this work'? Anyway, that phrase (the pure evil one, not the song! Although that did give me a big confidence boost!) was the inspiration for this story. Well, that phrase and a weird as MSN conversation I had with a friend of Deemma_4w's, who also wants to take over the world.
Third, congrats to Deemma_4w, who won the DVD player at the Expo!
Fourth, any section of writing in this fic that is sectioned off with [] is a memory. In the original, I did those in italics, but they don't seem to do that on this site. If they have, I haven't figured it out, so if you know how, tell me, and I'll fix it.
And last, but not least, my friends and I have discovered the true reason why Marik is so angry. And remember, this comes straight from Jonathon Ross, in Marik's voice. This is what he said:
'I HAVE SAND IN MY UNDERPANTS!'
Marik and Eve
Chapter One: A Good Girl
Eve Sandler was a good girl.
She always listened, gave good advice, never said anything that might hurt anyone, and was always the top of her class. She did not even react when Joey Wheeler threw paper aeroplanes at her when she was at school.
Eve Sandler was a good girl.
But that did not mean that she did not have a secret or two of her own.
"Do you think something's wrong with Eve?" asked Yugi.
"Now that I think about it, yeah," agreed Joey. "Ever since she won that trip to Egypt, she's been all. . ."
"Secretive?" asked Téa.
"That's the word."
"I agree," said Yugi. "She's stopped talking, too. I heard that she hardly speaks now, and only when spoken to."
"She's become a shadow, don't you think?"
Listening in, Eve had to smile. If only they knew the whole truth. But they would not.
Because Eve Sandler was a good girl.
*
Eve ignored her mother and went straight to her room after school. Once inside, she shut the door, and waited. Once she felt that presence in her mind, she smiled.
"Greetings, master."
"What do you have to tell me?" ordered the voice in her mind.
"Nothing further, master. He is unaware of your existence, and your awesome power."
"That is not good enough!"
"Forgive me, master!" pleaded Eve. "I can do nothing until your glorious plan comes to fruition! Forgive me!"
"Very well," said the voice. "You are far too useful to be destroyed."
Eve smiled at the comment. "Thank you, master."
"But be warned. If you fail me again, I will take complete control of your mind."
"I understand. I will not fail you again, no matter what the cost."
Eve waited for an answer. There was none.
Alone in her head once more, Eve sighed. He had left her again, and she was sad. She had been like this ever since she had gone to Egypt as part of a scholarship system. She had seen so many wonderful and amazing things, and she knew she would never forget them.
But Egypt was where she had met. . . him.
Her lord, her master, the one she lived to serve. Now she knew that she had been born for the sole purpose of serving and worshipping him. The others who also served him did not realise how fortunate they were to have heard of him, let alone serve him.
Eve worshipped her master.
No, she loved him.
She loved him with a burning, all-consuming passion. She would give her life to help him, and her very soul to be near him.
But she was not near him.
He was in Egypt. And she was not.
And that was why she cried.
*
In Egypt, Eve's master sat still. His name was Marik, and he was the possessor of the Millennium Rod. Letting go of Eve's mind, he lowered the Rod which had allowed him to contact her.
"Odion!" he ordered. "Leave me here in peace!"
Odion bowed. "As you wish, master."
Once Odion was gone, Marik's violet eyes surveyed his chamber. The hieroglyphs on the wall brought back memories of the girl who had become one of his most devoted servants.
Especially the first time he saw her.
[Eve wandered the marketplace, ignoring the stares of many of the locals. She was not concerned with them, all she cared about were the remnants of the ancient civilization that surrounded her. The pyramids, the statues, the gods. . . they all invoked images of wonder, and they fascinated her.
Marik, too, was wandering the marketplace, but unlike Eve, he had no real reason for doing so. He had become used to the wonders of the upper world, and they no longer captured his attention.
But something did capture his attention. The figure of a girl, bending down over the objects for sale at a stall. The first thing he saw was her hair. It was the colour of fire - the colour of life. Then he sensed something emanating from her.
Power. Pure and absolute.
Marik smiled.
Eve did not notice that anyone was there until he was right beside her. "Oh! You startled me."
"I'm sorry," said the young man.
Eve looked at him. He was only a little older than she was, and a little taller, too. His long hair was a very pale blonde, a blonde so pale it appeared almost white. The man's violet eyes held her attention. "I'm Eve," she said, extending a hand.
"Namu," he answered, taking the hand. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Eve shook her head. "No. I'm a tourist. What about you?"
"I'm a local. I've lived here all my life, and my family has lived here for generations. I know," he added, laughing, "I don't look it."
"Well, then," said Eve. "If you are a local, you might be able to tell me what I should visit around here. There are so many things to see, but I only have a little time to do everything in. It's quite sad, as I love this place already."
"How long have you been here?"
"I arrived last night."
"Well, then," said Namu, smiling. "Perhaps I should show you around."
"This is so amazing!" breathed Eve, once she saw the secrets of an underground chamber Namu had shown her.. "How do you know of this place?" Eve flipped open a book that she had had in her bag and looked at it by the light of her torch. "These hieroglyphs are unlike the ones I have seen in my books." She ran a gentle hand over the wall, learning the shapes of the carvings. "Is this the Eye of Horus?" she asked, looking at an eye carved into the wall.
"No," answered Namu, but not in the voice that he had been using. This voice was harsher, and when Eve turned around, Namu's face had also changed. Like his voice, his eyes had become cold. "That is the Millennium Symbol."
"The what?"
"The Millennium Symbol. It marks the seven Millennium Items," answered Namu.
"What are the Millennium Items, and what is wrong with you, Namu?" asked Eve, her voice worried now. She was alone in an underground chamber with a stranger, and nobody knew where she was.
"My name is not Namu. It is Marik," he answered. "And this is my Millennium Rod." Namu, or rather, Marik, produced from behind his back a golden sceptre, and on it was the Eye of Horus, no, the Millennium Symbol.
"How old is that?" asked Eve.
"Several thousand years old."
Eve's eyes widened. "Something like that should be in a museum!"
"Perhaps," said Marik. "But being in possession of a Millennium Item affords me. . . certain advantages. The Millennium Rod, for example, allows me to control minds weaker than my own." Marik pointed the Rod at Eve, and she collapsed.]
Okay, now before I get this story on the road, I'd better explain a few things. First of all, I do not own anything that has to do with Yu-Gi-Oh!. At all. I'm poor, okay?! Well, in this country at least. Once I get back home to Randomland then I will be queen once again!
Second, this story began when my friend, Deemma_4w (if you recognise the name, she's the person I write that X-Men: Evolution road trip story with), and I went to this Pulp Culture Expo. Anyway, Jonathon Ross, the guy who does the voice of Marik, was there, and well, we spent the next couple of hours harassing him. Especially about what he had eaten for breakfast. But the thing I regret most is not having a tape recorder. I mean, how many times in your life do you hear Marik sing 'Baby got Back' or say to me, 'I know I may be pure evil, but I know we can make this work'? Anyway, that phrase (the pure evil one, not the song! Although that did give me a big confidence boost!) was the inspiration for this story. Well, that phrase and a weird as MSN conversation I had with a friend of Deemma_4w's, who also wants to take over the world.
Third, congrats to Deemma_4w, who won the DVD player at the Expo!
Fourth, any section of writing in this fic that is sectioned off with [] is a memory. In the original, I did those in italics, but they don't seem to do that on this site. If they have, I haven't figured it out, so if you know how, tell me, and I'll fix it.
And last, but not least, my friends and I have discovered the true reason why Marik is so angry. And remember, this comes straight from Jonathon Ross, in Marik's voice. This is what he said:
'I HAVE SAND IN MY UNDERPANTS!'
Marik and Eve
Chapter One: A Good Girl
Eve Sandler was a good girl.
She always listened, gave good advice, never said anything that might hurt anyone, and was always the top of her class. She did not even react when Joey Wheeler threw paper aeroplanes at her when she was at school.
Eve Sandler was a good girl.
But that did not mean that she did not have a secret or two of her own.
"Do you think something's wrong with Eve?" asked Yugi.
"Now that I think about it, yeah," agreed Joey. "Ever since she won that trip to Egypt, she's been all. . ."
"Secretive?" asked Téa.
"That's the word."
"I agree," said Yugi. "She's stopped talking, too. I heard that she hardly speaks now, and only when spoken to."
"She's become a shadow, don't you think?"
Listening in, Eve had to smile. If only they knew the whole truth. But they would not.
Because Eve Sandler was a good girl.
*
Eve ignored her mother and went straight to her room after school. Once inside, she shut the door, and waited. Once she felt that presence in her mind, she smiled.
"Greetings, master."
"What do you have to tell me?" ordered the voice in her mind.
"Nothing further, master. He is unaware of your existence, and your awesome power."
"That is not good enough!"
"Forgive me, master!" pleaded Eve. "I can do nothing until your glorious plan comes to fruition! Forgive me!"
"Very well," said the voice. "You are far too useful to be destroyed."
Eve smiled at the comment. "Thank you, master."
"But be warned. If you fail me again, I will take complete control of your mind."
"I understand. I will not fail you again, no matter what the cost."
Eve waited for an answer. There was none.
Alone in her head once more, Eve sighed. He had left her again, and she was sad. She had been like this ever since she had gone to Egypt as part of a scholarship system. She had seen so many wonderful and amazing things, and she knew she would never forget them.
But Egypt was where she had met. . . him.
Her lord, her master, the one she lived to serve. Now she knew that she had been born for the sole purpose of serving and worshipping him. The others who also served him did not realise how fortunate they were to have heard of him, let alone serve him.
Eve worshipped her master.
No, she loved him.
She loved him with a burning, all-consuming passion. She would give her life to help him, and her very soul to be near him.
But she was not near him.
He was in Egypt. And she was not.
And that was why she cried.
*
In Egypt, Eve's master sat still. His name was Marik, and he was the possessor of the Millennium Rod. Letting go of Eve's mind, he lowered the Rod which had allowed him to contact her.
"Odion!" he ordered. "Leave me here in peace!"
Odion bowed. "As you wish, master."
Once Odion was gone, Marik's violet eyes surveyed his chamber. The hieroglyphs on the wall brought back memories of the girl who had become one of his most devoted servants.
Especially the first time he saw her.
[Eve wandered the marketplace, ignoring the stares of many of the locals. She was not concerned with them, all she cared about were the remnants of the ancient civilization that surrounded her. The pyramids, the statues, the gods. . . they all invoked images of wonder, and they fascinated her.
Marik, too, was wandering the marketplace, but unlike Eve, he had no real reason for doing so. He had become used to the wonders of the upper world, and they no longer captured his attention.
But something did capture his attention. The figure of a girl, bending down over the objects for sale at a stall. The first thing he saw was her hair. It was the colour of fire - the colour of life. Then he sensed something emanating from her.
Power. Pure and absolute.
Marik smiled.
Eve did not notice that anyone was there until he was right beside her. "Oh! You startled me."
"I'm sorry," said the young man.
Eve looked at him. He was only a little older than she was, and a little taller, too. His long hair was a very pale blonde, a blonde so pale it appeared almost white. The man's violet eyes held her attention. "I'm Eve," she said, extending a hand.
"Namu," he answered, taking the hand. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Eve shook her head. "No. I'm a tourist. What about you?"
"I'm a local. I've lived here all my life, and my family has lived here for generations. I know," he added, laughing, "I don't look it."
"Well, then," said Eve. "If you are a local, you might be able to tell me what I should visit around here. There are so many things to see, but I only have a little time to do everything in. It's quite sad, as I love this place already."
"How long have you been here?"
"I arrived last night."
"Well, then," said Namu, smiling. "Perhaps I should show you around."
"This is so amazing!" breathed Eve, once she saw the secrets of an underground chamber Namu had shown her.. "How do you know of this place?" Eve flipped open a book that she had had in her bag and looked at it by the light of her torch. "These hieroglyphs are unlike the ones I have seen in my books." She ran a gentle hand over the wall, learning the shapes of the carvings. "Is this the Eye of Horus?" she asked, looking at an eye carved into the wall.
"No," answered Namu, but not in the voice that he had been using. This voice was harsher, and when Eve turned around, Namu's face had also changed. Like his voice, his eyes had become cold. "That is the Millennium Symbol."
"The what?"
"The Millennium Symbol. It marks the seven Millennium Items," answered Namu.
"What are the Millennium Items, and what is wrong with you, Namu?" asked Eve, her voice worried now. She was alone in an underground chamber with a stranger, and nobody knew where she was.
"My name is not Namu. It is Marik," he answered. "And this is my Millennium Rod." Namu, or rather, Marik, produced from behind his back a golden sceptre, and on it was the Eye of Horus, no, the Millennium Symbol.
"How old is that?" asked Eve.
"Several thousand years old."
Eve's eyes widened. "Something like that should be in a museum!"
"Perhaps," said Marik. "But being in possession of a Millennium Item affords me. . . certain advantages. The Millennium Rod, for example, allows me to control minds weaker than my own." Marik pointed the Rod at Eve, and she collapsed.]