When Petra Met Marik
Thirteen year old Petra Bernardino decided to walk over to the blanket her mother had set up. She was getting quite hot in the Egyptian sun and was getting rather bored with just watching her father take pictures for the photo shoot he was doing for some magazine. What it was called, she didn't care anymore. The ravenette had taken her photos of the pyramids and the sphinx, while her father was busy taking pictures of impossibly beautiful models.
The teen walked over to where her mother was sitting. Her mother Katsumi, could not afford to be outside in the sun. The fair skinned Japanese woman was sitting under an umbrella on a checkered blanket.
"You're back Petra." she observed as Petra took a seat next to her.
"Yes I am. I'm hot and bored. I'm also thirsty, do we have any more water?" Katsumi's daughter asked as she plopped down on the blanket.
"It seems we have run out." Katsumi said with a frown. Petra groaned.
"Don't whine Petra, it is unbecoming. I will go get some water in town. I'll be back in about twenty minutes." the Japanese woman said as she wrapped a white scarf around her head.
"Mom, are you sure you can go? You had surgery only a few weeks ago." Petra asked in a concerned voice.
"Petra, the doctor said I could walk. Now let me go and buy water. I'm also putting your hair up it looks frizzy." Katsumi said as she put Petra's hair up in a high bun.
"Oww mom, you're pulling my hair." Petra complained.
"No pain no gain." Katsumi responded as she put the hair tie in her daughter's hair. She then pulled out a bottle of hairspray.
"Close your eyes." her mother ordered. Petra did as she said. After her mom sprayed the hairspray on she gave Petra sunscreen and sunglasses.
"While I am gone, put on your sunglasses so you don't go blind. Reapply your sunscreen so you don't turn into a tomato." the Japanese woman told her daughter.
"Mom you know I tan instead of burn." Petra replied.
"Well you burn first, and if you stay out in the sun to long you will get skin cancer." Katsumi explained as she got up and walked off towards a jeep with a guide in it. She then sped off with the guide into town.
Petra then sighed, put on her aviator sunglasses and began to reapply the sunscreen. Once she finished she then gave a yawn and began to nod off slightly. The heat was making her sleepy. Before she went under, she felt someone take a seat next to her.
"Oh mom, thank god you're back." Petra said as she sat up and took off her sunglasses. When she turned her head to look at the figure next to her, it was a strange boy. He was around Petra's age, he was Egyptian, but he had straight light blond hair.
"Hey! Who are you, and what are doing on my blanket?" Petra asked as she sat up. The boy turned his head towards her with a mischievous smile on his lips. His eyes were lavender, and this mystified Petra. His gaze seemed to pierce her very soul.
"My name is Marik Ishtar, and I am on this blanket the same reason you are. I need to sit somewhere to sit, and I believe sitting on this blanket would be better than sitting in the sand wouldn't you agree?" the boy explained.
"I guess you're right." The black haired teen replied.
"Now tell me, what is your name?" Marik asked.
"I am Petra Bernardino." the ravenette answered.
"Petra is it? A rather interesting name. There is an ancient city in the country of Jordan called Petra." Marik said.
"Oh I know, my parents actually named me after the city. When my mom was pregnant with me, my parents camped out at Petra for about a week. My mom told me that she saw Al Khazneh and said she decided on Petra. Also my dad that if I were born a boy I would have been named Peter, and since I was born female, I was named Petra, the female version of Peter." she explained.
"That's interesting." Marik lied convincingly.
"Cool, cool, are you from around here? I know you are more than likely from Egypt, but are you from the nearby town?" Petra asked.
"No I was not born in this town. I have been staying here for a while now." the blonde boy told her.
"Wow, really?" Petra asked.
"Yes indeed, where are you from Petra?" Marik asked.
"I'm from Domino. It's a suburb in Tokyo." She told him.
"Domino is it?" he responded.
"Yes." Petra nodded. Marik smiled that mischievous smile again and took her hand.
"Maybe you can help me." he told her.
"With what?" Petra asked.
"EEEEEEEH?!" Katsumi exclaimed as she saw Marik holding her daughter's hand.
"Oh hi mom, you're back." Petra observed. Katsumi than threw a water bottle at her.
"Oww! What on Earth mom?" Petra asked. Marik let go of Petra's hand and looked at Keiko.
"Petra! Who is this boy?" the tall Japanese woman inquired as she pointed at Marik.
"This is Marik." Petra responded meekly. Katsumi sighed, and then went over to her father's photo shoot. Petra face palmed. Katsumi than came over with her husband, Ronaldo.
"Katsumi, honey, I'm quite busy can this wait?" the Brazilian man asked as his taller wife dragged him to the blanket.
"Ronaldo, it cannot." his wife responded. Once Ronaldo saw the situation, he turned on the charm and shot a smile at Marik.
"Petra, who is this dashing young gentleman?" Ronaldo asked his daughter.
"My name is Marik Ishtar. It's nice to meet you sir." Marik said in a charismatic way.
"I am Ronaldo Bernardino, it's nice to meet you also." the Brazilian man said as he shook Marik's hand.
"Katsumi, I don't think there is anything nefarious going on. Petra made a new friend." Ronaldo explained.
"Yes that's right. Also I think Marik was trying to tell me something." the teen girl responded.
"You interrupted their conversation? Katsumi..." Ronaldo said with a frown.
"Ronaldo, he appeared out of no where, is sitting in my spot and holding our child's hand!" she said indicating to Marik and Petra.
"My goodness! It's such a sin!" Ronaldo exclaimed sarcastically. Petra snickered. Katsumi gave Petra the death stare.
"You know, maybe I should leave. Mr. Bernardino, is it alright if I take Petra to a local spot tonight?" Marik asked. Katsumi looked at her husband and shook her head no.
"You can for a while. I just want her home after a couple of hours." Ronaldo told him. Katsumi looked at her husband in shock.
"How about six thirty? I'll give you our hotel information. Katsumi, maybe this evening we have some alone time tonight." Ronaldo said.
"That sounds fine to me." Marik said as he stood up. Ronaldo wrote down the name of the hotel on a post it note and gave it to the blonde teenage boy.
"We shall continue this conversation tonight. I will see you then, Petra." he said as he walked back into town.
"Bye," Petra said awkwardly as she waved like a dork.