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Name: Petra Rosaline Tyrimelovan and Pete for nicknames
Age: 16
Nationality: Ethiopian
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Navy Strix with black braided locks up to her waists
Name:Ray Jules
Age 16
Nationality:Egyptian
Eyes: Dark hazel
Hair: Crew cut jet black hair
About: Petra is a student studying in Egypt but is living with her boyfriend Ray who is an Egyptian. Ray works in the marketing industry and she is dependent on him even if she works casually in the bar Alibi as a singer and a song writer. She is a headstrong girl but at times takes things in absent mindedness. She slowly unveils her boyfriend's secret and at times feels neglected but this feeling may be the last she has towards Ray. She also lives with Louise who is Ray's little sister and they get along well. She is studying archaeology, loves cats and she plays music as a reflection of her life. In her past she learnt about the Ethiopian history about Shadow Games, and one that is far worse than the Shadow Realm that is the Voidiatress. It is the Realm that created the Shadow Realm.
Downfall to Affection by Meijosui
Chapter 1- The Market Affair
In the place crowded with drunkards, unknown strangers and aristocrats, Petra the 'voice of an angel' waited for her cue to perform the final song the night. Her lover was in sight, smoking with a few of her school friends. Egypt wasn't the best place to hang out at night, especially evil agendas of the markets are happening. Since Petra knew the best was of spending her evening after school with her boyfriend who works in the Administration of Marketing, also dealing with the weirdest craze of Duel Monsters was one of the things. It was something along the line of retail or something but never really specified with him what was involved in his second year occupation she knew it would be safe to leave home in this time and have her boyfriend Ray take care of her. Her schooling was abroad in Alexandria of Egypt; new to the language and culture...learn a lot about the people and how Ray's work is closely related to its origins. Ethiopia was the home she had left to support her teenage lover. Only 16 they both chose the responsibility of an adult to live abroad from their families.
As the spotlights were illuminating in her eyes, she was ready to sing her final dedication to her life in Ethiopia. It was 'Dream' by The Cranberries, a song that meant something to her.
...
"This is Petra Rosaline, our finest vocalist with 'Dreams' by the Cranberries, give it up for the voice of an angel'!
Meanwhile the few breathtaking minutes of her song cover ended, she left the stage to meet Ray. With both of their eyes meeting one another of assurance, this kissed behind the curtains. "Pete, I have something for you..." Ray whispered to her as they broke their moment of kissing. "The clue is... it is a token of my heart...shiny and made of pure sapphire like my eyes..." he continued. "Just like your voice, I was the first to hear it in this bar."
Petra laughed, "Why thank you... and it's like you can't get any obvious than that... a necklace, right? I love your attempt of hinting but it never works here, you sound like you're advertising you know..." Ray pulled out a jewellery box for her and chained together the fine sapphire pendent of a leaf on her lean pale neck.
Ray then held her hands gently to the main bar with many unknown robed men whom seemed harmless. He then felt a calling from his mind with great authority in his voice. "Now Rare Hunters, meet me at the head quarters as arranged, if late or not present in this meeting, I will see to it the Shadow Realm will await in calling."
Purple robes with gold collar chains; is this some cult with a pajama party? Petra thought with hysteria. "Louise and Cameron will take you home tonight..." with a 10 second pause and a sharp edge to his change of voice "I have a meeting with my company babe." Ray informed Petra suddenly. "Alright I'll be waiting for you in the apartment...yah?" Petra cheerfully stated clueless of Ray's sudden change of plan. Petra joined Louise and Cameron out of the bar. She roughly combed her brunette hair and picked her pay check from the counter. Alibi, the bar she calls her second home. She gazed at the neon sign with her hazel eyes. "You know I do wonder what Ray goes every time for work... I wonder if he could drop us at the bus stop... at least some courtesy..." Louise complained as three of them stepped outside.
~The Headquarter~
With all the assembly of Rare Hunters, Marik Ishtar in his purple robed attire waited for the remaining members to commence his meeting. Remembering what he had informed earlier to his worthless goons, he was growing impatient with his slave's punctuality to this meeting. He smirked knowing another soul to the Shadow Realm would make his momentarily satisfaction worthwhile. He is after all a 'pharaoh' in this joint and will be one after he achieved his long term goal and agenda of revenge sought in his earlier life. Slumping lazily in his thrown, he held his Millennium Rod on his lap, gathering his thoughts of the task set for this meeting.
As three robed men scrambled in the entrance, within a split second, Marik sensed their presence and without a word from them, Marik pointed his Millennium Rod at them. One look could be an utter shock as three me fell like rag dolls. Lifeless in their mauve robes.
Ray was an actual fact a Rare Hunter in the Black Markets standing amongst the assembly slowly gazing at the leader's figure to wait for the meeting. All he could see was the most extraordinary teenager on his thrown with the finest platinum blond. For an Egyptian, he thought is uncommon but this whole organisation is uncommon anyway. Often wondering why he had been recruited in a job more merciless and grim under supernatural phenomenon. He had witness these dealings underground and day after day a soul is emptied by an item his Master possesses.
"I'll now commence this meeting without these fools not taking heed of my warning". Marik announced with malice in his tone.
"Master Marik, we come to update on the marketing sector, the Duellist Kingdom has rejected our entry to the tournament however Ray who is the Industrial Illusions secretary as well, has altered the course". Odion made the first word, acknowledging his right above the other members and continued, "We managed to import 50 billion rare cards."
"Ray, step forward... your efforts are not according to what I have anticipated," sounding sneered with anger. "I wanted the three Egyptian God Cards or rather the location of them..." gathering some composure he realised a positive light to Odion's report. "However this leeway you have created may assist some of my other agendas."
"Master Marik, I-I ha-have been busy with locating the God Cards and keeping a low profile with-"
"With... WHAT?" Marik snapped, he narrowed at his Rare Hunter, "I assure you, whatever secondary priorities you have will be you downfall and by your own hands. Continue with your assigned plans and I expect my end of the bargain." He left his throne, feeling out of the meeting. He had no idea why he was angry but not showing it the way he was supposing to. "Commence the meeting tomorrow." Marik mumbled.
What is wrong with me today? All I can think about is my rare hunters fooling around with the task assigned to them. I can see what Ray is up to. I know that he has more involvement in life in the surface. He seems to have a soft spot but what? Marik thought. Is there any chance I could find out more about my workers, especially Ray without using my Rod's energy too much?
Then he picked up a business card on the cold floor which wrote Alibi in thin red lightning letters with a red and black flamed background. Some slave must have left this behind. He may as well go to this place.
~The Apartment~
"You know Pete, I'm sure this will work out. Black outfits go with anything especially orange." Louise said she held a pale peach cardigan with a black dress. "I know my big bro, he likes whatever you wear."
"Dinner is served, come get it!" Cameron yelled from the kitchen.
"We're coming!" They both replied
"I know what you mean, when a guy likes you... it doesn't matter what I wear. You know what I'm so excited about everything." Petra said
"Everything...?" Louise furrowed her brow. "What do you mean... elaborate you excitement." She giggled.
"Well you are going to be like a really cool sister in law some day and-"
"Yeah and I can plan your wedding..."
"Doing it in our old Ethiopian tradition and mixed of modernistic way-"
They both burst out in laughter.
"We can have it at Alibi for the night reception dinner", Louise said
Then Petra remembered something important. Filled with the sudden panic she took her hand bag and all she was wearing were shorts and a long sleeved shirt.
"Lou, I left my cell at the dressing room drawer... darn it!" Petra exclaimed.
"Should I come with you, Hun?"
"Nope, I have my VIP pass so it's fine." She rushed out from the bathroom and out the apartment.
~Alibi~
As she reached the alleyway, there were some purple cloaked men, she's still figuring out what they are and why they linger around the streets like police on patrol. One in particular was right in front of the stage door.
"Uh, excuse me sir... I like to get though" Petra timidly said
"Well well, if it isn't the angel of the night" The Rare Hunter stood with a devious grin creeping across his face.
"Yeah that's m-"
The Rare Hunter grabbed her.
"H-Hey, what are you doing? I don't want any troub-"
"We know you are Ray's little boo and we want you." With a knife the Rare Hunters gathered to look at her with sheer lust.
Then suddenly from the side, a man growled "you dare defy my orders for acquiring some rare cards, leave this girl alone!" Marik came surprised that his Rare Hunters were doing trying to harm this girl, even though she has nothing he wanted. He was wearing a navy tank top and a beige jean.
"M-master Marik!" the Rare Hunter stuttered.
The Rare Hunters bowed to him not realising what their master was doing here. Trembling under their hoods, no one dared to approach their Master. "Be sure that there will be consequences when you cross me fool!" He used his Millennium Rod's powerful force to push the man holding Petra to the stage door, releasing Petra a metre away from her initial captor. He then kicked the hapless Rare Hunter on the face and stomped his chest repeatedly. The man howled in pain with terror.
With the satisfaction of tormenting his Rare Hunter, he smirked and grabbed his neck and sneered, "The Shadow Realm awaits you." He then laughed evilly contemplating all of their demise. His Rod shines brightly and without a warning Petra witness a first death of a man. Petra trembled with fear, knowing the hero was actually their master and a killer; she dared not associate with him.
"Now you may all continue the task or suffer the same fate Ethan has," Marik vehemently growled at them. They left, leaving only Marik standing and Petra on the floor. Her eyes shut tightly as she remembered the detailed scene o f the torture unfolded in her memories.
"Are you alright?" Marik asked at the frightened girl in front of her.
She remained silent, unsure of what to say to this boy. Remembering how the Rare Hunters also knew about Ray as though he was an acquaintance to them.
What a pathetic girl, she doesn't even respond. Hmm did I frighten her? He laughed mentally. She must be Ray's girlfriend or something according to my unfortunate Rare Hunter.
He sighed, "I said are you alright?" offering a hand to get her up.
She nodded slightly. For the first time she also saw him in detail as she stood up looking at his amethyst eyes. His demeanour was cold and she could sense a supernatural aura about him. He was handsome, one could feel safe in but at the same time danger was written all over him.
Marik as well saw her face, beauty from Africa but not his type as he thought. She is probably a low class commoner. Definitely not fit for a future pharaoh since she was his slave's lover.
I wonder if he knows about Ray, the cloaked people seemed too, she said in her thoughts.
"You know you do look pathetically lost and the last thing I want is do what my men were trying to do", Marik simply stated snidely. "I am Marik..." He dawdled to see if she could be shaken from her trauma. Although amused with her silence, he grabbed her lower arm and pulled her towards him. "Come have a drink to lighten the mood..." He sighed in annoyance with the awkward introduction and the idea that this girl is just a stranger to him.
Feeling nervous and confused about this boy, she nodded so could go home quicker after a short encounter with him, the better. They walked towards the entry and then with her surprised he asked, "So what's your name?" with a kinder tone, different from how he talked his goons.
"P-Petra" she whispered softly, Marik didn't hear her.
"What Pewah is it...?" he chuckled, he purposely mocked her.
She frowned as she repeated again as she tightened he fist, this time louder. "Petra Tyrimelovan".
"Hmm, alright... Petra Tyrimelovan, so you like coming here?"
She shook her head quickly. "I work here".
"Hey Pete, back again!" The bar tender yelled from behind as they entered the building.
"U huh, I forgot my phone so-"the bar tender held her phone with a smiled nervously. "I was serving behind the stage then I heard your phone ringing too many times, in case the show got disturbed of Ray was worried, I took care of it for you until tomorrow." The young chubby bar tender said.
"Gonna go for the usual stuff, right Pete? 'The Edge'" Habeli asked
Petra nodded
"What would you like to drink, sir?" Habeli asked
Petra then said, "I recommend 'Cru des Ptolmees', they said the royalty in the ancient Egypt inherited this wine", she smiled.
Marik chuckled mentally at the idea is quite fitting to his ultimate goal. "Well my dear excellent choice of wine."
Petra forgot that she didn't have any meals and was prone to get drunk even with a low amount of alcohol. She only had a glass was feeling slightly tipsy.
"Thanks Habeli, I'm gonna roll home", she sincerely said. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you too". She smiled shyly.
As she was about to step, she felt a strong pull of magic in her mind, making her stop in her pace. She faced Marik and saw his eyes narrowed at her.
"Hmm, forgetting me... You are in no position to dismiss me and it wouldn't be wise to witness another harm by one of my men" Marik said simply and in a matter-of-factly in her mind.
Tears later streaming down he cheeks and she gasped at her own stillness. She was beginning to feel irked from tonight; everything began to spin from shock reoccurring at night. Why is he treating me as though he know me... who is he..? Oh God help me from this predicament. She felt a shot release of the power of mind control but wasn't ready to control herself from head to toe. The last thing she saw was Marik's furious expression turned to panic, from her fainting and there was black.
~6 hour later still at Alibi~
Petra woke; finding the only person sitting was Marik beside her and a few other mauve cloaked men standing around him. "Quite a slumber you have there, even without getting drunk." Marik snickered "Thanks to you I have to babysit you while you were knocked out. My Rare Hunters and I are now just here to monitor you while this bar is due to shut six hour ago." He said coldly. He was holding her phone leaving the screen aglow which meant he had been using it somehow.
"Give it back!" She screamed realising what was on his left hand. She shot up but only realising Marik shoved her back on the cold hard timber floor knocking her head with his swift kick.
"I was simply using it for emergency in case you don't come back from slumber... no one would know where you are and you would be greatly missed... we don't what that would we. I simply had my Rare Hunter to accompany me while you are still out" Marik cocked his head up and sneered at her abruptness.
The Rare Hunters then slowly left with Marik's signal.
Petra calmed herself down and finally asked, "Who did you call?" She sat up, rubbing her poor head.
"No one just a text from a girl... Louise saying to come home soon" he said simply "Your little foolish bartending friend told me it would be best if I stayed here with you". He said snidely
She growled at his insults. "You know, you talk a lot for a guy that is an effeminate babysitting... killer." She joked not realising her tone to be mocking until latter.
"My dear little Petra, do you have some sense of courtesy and gratitude in your little brain of yours OR DO I HAVE TO TORTURE YOU TO GET MY WA-", he stopped his temper, realised he is upsetting her with his cockiness and dominance, he was so use to with his Rare Hunters too quickly. He didn't want her to feel insecure, now that they just met... for his sake of course. He could toy with her another time but now is not the time.
"I-II didn't mean to say that", she finally said now staring at his hypnotic amethyst eyes and tears flowing endlessly in hers. She didn't expect him to be short tempered with threats similar to the unfolding memory of the other Rare Hunter. Where is Ray when she needs him?
He wiped the tears of her damped cheeks with his hands. She moved her face away from the foreign touch; she hated this situation she was in right now and mostly who does he think he is demanding so much from her in just a night.
Marik sighed, and then took her left hands holding it with both his hands along with her phone placing it on her palm. "A simple thank you is all I need girl, not an untamed mouth. I'll take you home now; we don't need to be here." He glared waiting for her reply of any sort.
"It's okay, I rather not because everyone is asleep." She said in consideration of Ray and her friends.
"Why I'm surprised, you like getting yourself into danger and staying. You know you are at a vulnerable position. I can kill you anytime." He said in a dangerous cold tone. "Don't you miss you dear family?"
"My family are not here so I don't." She simply said
"Is that so, and where are there?" he asked
"Ethiopia, Gambela" she replied
"The horn of Africa", he recalled from his knowledge. That is what Ray said he was from, no he was born here. He thought.
"I assure you, your roommates or whatever you like to call them will forget that you are gone for 6 hours." He pulled out the familiar object that took the Rare Hunter's life previously. "I can give them another memory of you in their home while you were away with my Millennium Rod, it manipulates ones thinking." He informed her.
"Strange stuff you have there", alarmed with his powers. Then change of topic as she wasn't in the mood of thinking that much about the supernatural tonight. "Are you local?" she asked again shyly.
"Naturally born and bred my dear." He gave her a hand to stand up.
They both walked out of 'Alibi' and she locked the front door. Soon they were walking towards a crimson motorcycle. He then took his helmet and handed it to her. "Here take this; we wouldn't want you falling unconscious again". He chuckled.
"What do you mean 'we'...?" She was puzzled with the implication.
Then Marik growled, "Take it, stop wasting my time!" He spat.
Petra took the helmet quickly. The motorcycle roared out at the night streets of Cairo.
"You'll have to navigate Petra". He told her from the front. She held his shoulders thinking it's more appropriate this way. He's a stranger and taking her home to her apartment. Only ten minutes... her love for Ray grew, at least she thought. She misses him. Marik left without a word as she arrived home. She caught the lift up to the apartment level 15. Now she has reached the apartment door and to her bed where Ray, Louise and Cameron is. Her home!