Disclamer: Why the hell do I need to do this? Seriously... Fan - not made by creator - Fiction - not real, made up by someone with to much time on their hands... It is kinda stupid needing a disclamer on a fanfic site... Seriously, whoever decided that disclamers were needed obviously had to much time on there hands, or couldn't think of a good idea for a story.
Just so everyone knows, I don't care if you don't think my characters are correct... It is made for fun and not to be told "Xemnas wouldn't say that" or other things like that... I have reasons for everything I do... Sometimes I will explain that reason at the top of the chapter, sometimes, I won't... Any questions, feel free to ask... Any constructive critasism, that is fine... NO FLAMES! I don't wanna hear it... One, simple way to get around it... Don't like, don't read... Simple as that =)
Marik is based off LittleKuriboh's abridged character, and there are a lot of references to it... All KH characters are based off stupid things I have read or seen, or sometimes, just crazy things I have decided to do for what ever reason.
If I sound like I'm ranting or anything, I've been sick for a month and a half and the doctor can't find a reason... It is making my loose sleep from coughing, and I still need to go to class and work and everything else life requires so I get 5-7 hours a night (I need 8-10) and I am getting VERY IRRITABLE! Thanks for reading my rant and enjoy my story =)
Marik had one last memory from his time with his hikari. It was of being released and, he thought, killed. Unfortunately, he realised that he wasn't being judged by Anubis so he must be alive "Great. Just great. Not only did I survive, but that means I'll need to deal with that stupid Pharaoh wanna-be. Wait. I'm not on that blimp. Am I in a mall? Ishizu told my host about them, but I never thought I would actually get to see one. I don't have a duel disk system anymore. After all the effort of stealing it for myself, my stupid host keeps it. I hope he is happy. I knew I should have cursed it. Oh well, I learnt my lesson. I wonder where they sell duel disks around here." It was at that point that Marik realised that he was actually saying all this, and not just thinking. Sensing that someone was staring at him (Marik was always good at sensing when he was being stared at); he decided to yell, in no particular direction, "If you value your life, and don't want to suffer the same fate as my parents, you will stop staring and tell me where to get a duel disk!" He wasn t sure if it was a voice in the distance or his mind playing tricks on him, but he heard someone say "You might find something in K-mart. It is just in front of you."
Curious as to whether he would find anything, he walked straight in (through the check-out, but he didn t realise that he wasn't meant to enter there). Straight in front of him was a clothes section, and he decided that a new set of clothes would probably be good too. A new duel disk could wait; besides, he had no idea where to start looking for one. The first item of clothing to catch his eye was a black coat. Intrigued, he went over for a closer look and discovered it was an entire set, including a coat (with a hood), trousers, gloves and shoes. Marik noted that they were being sold as 'O.T. Variety Sets'. They were also designed for men, women and children, but the rack was full, like no-one had bought any. Why they wouldn't buy one, he had no idea. They looked cool and were even on sale $5 for the set? That has gotta be a mistake, or an attempt at selling them. "What does the O.T. stand for? I wonder if they have my size." He finally found some that might fit him when he noticed someone looking over at the sets. The man looking at the sets was also hanging a bunch of clothes on the rack he was standing near, and kept missing the rack. Marik noticed that the man was wearing some sort of uniform, so he must work there (either that, or he was a part of Club Gay ); His hair was silver his skin was quite tanned and his eyes were golden (reminded him of his Millennium Item).
Oh well, Marik decided to find out if the set did fit, so he started to remove his clothing. This seemed to get the other guys attention "Excuse me, sir, but you need to stay dressed or I will need to ask you to leave." The man seemed quite polite, but Marik knew that it didn t bother the man what he did. Maybe, they could have some fun together later, but first, Marik needed to know how well he would handle his temper. "Where the f#*k am I meant to try this on then? Or do you f#*king people expect me to buy it, whether it fits or not? So if you don't mind..." Marik then began to remove his shirt, but was thankfully stopped by the worker. (Although he hid the fact well, Marik was ashamed of the scars on his back and didn ' want anyone to see them) "Sir, if you just go down the back of the store, you will find the changing room. If you go there, you won't need to hesitate about taking your shirt off. I'm afraid that I did notice that you were avoiding the removal of your shirt. Also, I'm sure there are people that would appreciate you putting the rest of your clothes back on." The worker said, sounding less and less tolerant of him every word he said. Pleased that he could take his shirt off in private, and that he had found a potential companion for this new place, he put his clothes on (very quickly, and messily) and did something he never thought he would do "Thank you. After I finish trying this on, maybe we could hang out. You see, I m new around here... Well, I arrived today... Anyway, I guess you seem to be able to tolerate me, so I was hoping that you could show me around. And maybe help me out in a strange place. So how about it?" Oh crap. I'm such an idiot. Why did he make me so flustered? Maybe he didn't notice. "Well I finish my shift in 15 minutes, so we can meet up then. And stop worrying, sir, nothing you can do will make me loose my liking of you. You seem a little confused, that's all." Then he got back to work, but he was still looking at the coats. Marik, trying to make up for his stupid rambling, offered a suggestion "Get yourself one. It would suit you. Besides, I can see you want one. And think, you get a discount for working here, don t you? You could almost get it for free at that price and he left, waiting to see if his thank you worked."
A/N: I m sure there are many fan girls (and fan boys, although there would be less of them) that want me to write about Marik stripping and trying on the clothes, and even I might enjoy reading that, but I m to lazy to bother describing that scene so we will jump straight to after discovering that it was a perfect fit.
Marik started walking to the exit but was stopped by his new friend (or that's what he hoped he was) "You gonna pay for that set, or are you just planning on stealing it?" Marik then realised that he didn't have money and that stealing it wasn t gonna be an option. A little embarrassed, he admitted something that no-one from his old life knew, but, for some reason, he knew he could tell to this new guy "I have no money. I have never even seen money. I know how it works, but I don't have it. I got here without money and back home, my family lived off what they could get for free and after I finally got to leave my home without punishment, I just stole what I needed. I guess that I'm gonna need to just take this back then." Marik turned to put it back on the rack when the strange man grabbed his free hand and put a card in it. "Take this and the clothes over to that girl over there. Ask her to swipe. If she asks why, tell her that your not used to using it. Tell her it is in savings and when she hands it over, she will push a machine towards you. Type in this number and that's about it. She will and everything back and then just you can walk out." He handed a piece of paper to Marik and went back to work. Marik followed his instructions and the woman seemed to be amused at his lack of knowledge about the weird card.
After he finally got away from the girl, Marik found a toilet to get changed in. While he was getting changed, he started thinking of home. "Those mind slaves of mine never wore anything this cool. Although they do look a little similar. The hood is probably the cause of the memories. Well I don't want to have any more of them. I live here now. I no longer need to put up with the pharaoh so I don't need to have mind slaves." Annoyed with his brain thinking of home (well his old home, anyway) he decided to wait for the worker from K-mart to finish and think of all the things he would need in this new world.
O.T stands for Organisation Thirteen by the way... That's what happens when your tired =)