Bad Aim
Category: Humor/Romance/Angst (later in story)
Rating: T (It might get to M if I don't calm down)
Main Character(s): Marik Ishtar aka. Yami no Malik, OC
Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, slight angst (in later chapters),violence
Spoilers: Some Battle City Arc spoilers, Memory World spoilers.
Notes: I own nothing here but my character. And normally I hate OCs especially female ones. Funny I write a fanfic with a female OC...but I went to great lengths to make her not a Mary Sue. XD Please read and hopefully you can enjoy my first attempt at a Fanfiction.
Summary: In modern day Philadelphia, PA, the crime rate is skyrocketing and a normal (not really) girl discovers a yami on her doorstep. After he walks in her house and makes himself home, the girl's friends also find themselves stuck with Yugioh characters. Thus, the craziness begins... (Yeah it's been done ten thousand fold but mine is better!)
Prologue:
Yes, my parents are out, no annoyances what-so-ever, and best of all the TV is mine! No mean father materializing out of nowhere and taking the remote to turn to football, no random people calling the wrong number, and no stress of being a young black (African-American) woman in society!!
Anyway…Maybe I'm really going to go watch TV before I actually start ranting about life and how screwed up it is for a weirdo like me. Who is this weirdo you ask? Well, my name is Mira Morale, I'm a senior in high school this year, I watch anime, I'm in love with the male anatomy…umm…but I mention that the male anatomy is just glorious especially the part of the lower abdomen that just leads down to the…Oh my Ra, I mean God, I'm starting to get heated so let's change the subject before I start-
Wait a minute. Here I am alone my house monologuing in my head again, I really have to stop doing this I might go crazy. On the brightside, while I was lost in my thoughts I somehow managed to walk downstairs, pick up the remote and turn on the TV; thus the marathon begins.
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"Ahhahahhahahahah!!"
What in god's name was that? Maybe it was…No I don't know what possessed me to think about that, but no, not him he doesn't even exist! I mean, I know that HE isn't real and if he was, he would surely be in a safe secure place; a place like the asylum, not Philadelphia, PA.
"Ahhahhaha!!" There it goes again….
"Give it back!" Cried a younger voice and the other, older and much deeper voice, just laughed again. Wanting to really know who that voice belonged to, I sat up in my sat and peered out of the window to see…HIM, clad in khaki pants and a black tank-top adored with a deep violet cape, standing, no, walking up my steps and up the path leading to my front door. I slowly sunk into my seat and dismissed the whole thing as part of my imagination.
BAMBAMBAM!!
Who the hell knocks on someone's door like that?
"Okay! I'm coming!" I yelled and being the total space cadet that I am, I unlocked the door and there stood a complete and total abomination. Yep, I've finally lost my mind and actually started seeing live versions of anime characters. I turned away from that freak of nature and proceeded to go and watch more TV because that did not just happen.
Since I never closed the door or said anything directly to the guy, he let himself in and started following me around with this creepy grin on his face. After a few minutes of drowning in my thoughts, I came back to earth once I noticed that the stranger had sat down next to me a little too close for comfort.
"Want something to suck on?" He purred into my ear, his hot breath sending chills down my spine.
"What? Uh-!" Suddenly a red candy was pushing into my mouth and the blonde smirked. So creepy…
Once I was done with what seemed to be a cherry NoworLater, my body began to shake. Some stranger just came into my house, violated my personal space, shoved random candy into my mouth and now he was just laughing hysterically at what? Me? Ah!! I'm going to end up raped and in a trash can, bleeding from the wrist and naked!! With that tears swelled up in my eyes. I'm going to die…die…die…
"Hey you, girl!" He said in a deep, distorted yet sexy voice. SEXY?! I'm can't think about stuff like that! I'm supposed to be brooding over my soon to be death.
"Hey!" he practically shouted at me, and before I could respond he threw me to the floor and kneeled over me. "Girl! You!" What is he a caveman? "You are not going to die! I'm not going to kill you or-" He burst into a hysterical fit of laugher, making me disregard anything that he just said. He stopped laughing and brought he face so close to mine that our noses were nearly touching.
"You are going to let me live here." He stated with an insane smirk upon his lips.
"Um, sir?" I finally managed to choke out, but instead of saying anything else I balled up my fists and punched him in the side of his pretty face. In response he stared at me in disbelief while receiving an uppercut to the jaw. With my newfound powers of greatness I turned the tables by jumping on top of him and maiming him. I let the damn bastard have it; even grabbed a picture frame and beat him over the head with it. After about, I don't know, a moderate amount of blows, he snatched the picture frame, threw over his head and gave me the most heart wrenching look. Poor guy, his eyes were starting to blacken from the assault, but they still conveyed the most pleading look as if he were begging me to stop.
'Stop it…' I heard in my mind. 'Stop…no more.' What? I knew his lips weren't moving so how am I able to hear his sexy voice?
'If you think it's so sexy then…listen to me woman. My name is Marik, I was sent to the shadow realm by that insolent Pharaoh when instead I ended up on your doorstep!' Marik bit his bloody lip and chucked. 'I have never been overwhelmed by a female before.' He sat up, grabbed my hair and smelled it. 'Good.'
"Marik? Are you serious?!" I exclaimed, finally snapping out of my daze.
'Yeah…' Marik answered his nose now in my hair again. 'I could sleep here.'
"In my hair?!"
'Of course, woman!'
"Um? Can you talk now?"
"Of course!" His voice boomed, scaring the shit out of me.
"Okay…Marik. So are you ali-ah AH!" I blushed furiously once I felt it. Yes it. The crazy tongue of Marik slid out of its cage and onto my forehead.
"Crazy tongue?" He laughed that insane laugh before petting me again.
"Ha, ha, ha, yeah. Um…Marik?" Nose in hair again.
"Yeah?"
Oh my Ra, his tongue it's so long…I really shouldn't be surprised at all, but…wow. "Put the tongue away." He tilted my head up with his index finger.
"Why?" Since the tongue was in my face, I did the smartest thing any person in my position could do; I closed my eyes.
"Because it's nasty! I don't want to see your tongue or feel it on me!" I braced myself.
"Okay if that is what you want…." I cheered. "Then get off of my lap, will you?" Without even hesitating, I hopped up and he stood up looking about 6'1 or 6'2 and pretty beat up in the face. With that I felt a tinge of guilt pull at my chest.
"Marik? Could you go sit on the couch and I'll go get something for your bruises." He shrugged and pulled himself back up on the couch while I ran into the kitchen to get some ice and paper towels. I started back towards Marik when it hit me, I was alone in my house with a crazy man and I'm about to take care of him. Calm down girl…He said he wasn't going to hurt you…I think. So many thoughts raced through my mind as I sat next to him placed the bag of ice on his bruised cheek. After ten minutes of holding the ice pack I noticed that Marik had fallen sleep and being the good person I am, I threw a green blanket over his sleeping figure. He's really cute when he is sleeping.
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Okay...that's the prolouge...go on to the next chapter if you please? OH! And review!! Please?