Well it has been awhile ^_^
Marik: Well duh!
Ana: SHUT UP
I own NOTHING. This story is rated T but will mention drug use, violence (depending), sex and probably mention weapons. It doesn't contain anything too drastic (as in too descriptive sex scenes).
Please read, review, enjoy.
"What are you doing?!"
"Saving you. I love you so much…"
"Marik no!"
Marik rose from his bed, breathing hard with cold sweat dripping down his sharp, yet attractive features and onto the dark cotton sheets. His deep violet eyes scanned the bedroom, what was this about? Why was this always occurring?
As most of us know, Marik is a dark spirit who was born out of hatred, anger, and pain. Three of the bitterest feelings that humans must live with sometime in their life. Marik never loved anyone. NEVER. But why was it each night he woke up to at this particular scene in his dreams? Then again, the Egyptian never dreamed either. The blonde slowly got out of bed, and headed for his private bathroom to wash his face, or at least reassure himself that he was just dreaming.
He stared at his reflection, his fair colored bangs were plastered against his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot. Every evening, no, every time Marik attempted to rest, this image would slide into his mind to disturb him. This irritated him, but he was rather curious who he was sacrificing himself for, better yet, WHY was he sacrificing himself. Marik is arrogant and values his life greatly, but for him to dream of sacrificing himself was bizarre. "Why is this happening? I have remained sober, and actually haven't done any sort of drugs within the past three weeks, what is going on?" The platinum blonde reached for a bottle of pills inside the medicine cover, but there was none for him to consume. "Fuck new year's resolutions…" Marik promised to remain clean for 2010, why? Malik would throw him out of the large house the Ishtar's were capable of affording, if he remained a druggie.
Once the Yami's were given new bodies, Malik and his family decided to move into Domino City, Japan, the nicer areas though. They lived in Domino Hills, where the house was literally a mansion. There were 8 bedrooms, a pool, garden, large backyard, 5 bathrooms, and it was three stories. It was beautiful, and since the Ishtar's were living underground with a tremendous amount of secrets, gold, antique artifacts, they helped reveal secrets, thus being paid money. They also had Malik sell his story of being a tomb keeper, which had tons of cash being raked in.
After a cold shower, he wrapped a silky towel on his waist, revealed a perfectly sculpted six pack, which was this enticing bronze color that glistened with the moonlight bouncing on the water which remained. It was now 5:00 AM, and he decided to sit outside, to relax in the silence and tranquil scenery which he could see perfectly from the balcony.
"Are you okay?"
Marik looked up to see his hikari, Malik.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why are you up? Why aren't you with your boyfriend?"
By boyfriend, Marik referred to Ryou. The two went out in the beginning of 2008, and have been dating exclusively for nearly 2 years. They were a cute couple, and reflected well on one another. Both kind hearted and innocent, it was no doubt they turned into a pair of love birds.
Marik, however, dated Bakura, but due to conflicts, drugs, and falsely being accused of cheating, he could not bear to date someone like that. Bakura was also a drug affiliate, and if he was not "rolling" on ecstasy, or high off his smoking, then he was difficult to be around. Sadly, the term fuckbuddy was the best description for their relationship. The word "date" made the darker half shiver. He loved himself. Nobody mattered to him, except his hikari, who he actually valued since the tortured child gave him life. Although Malik never admit, he loved him, but it was too much to date. (Literally, Malik is similar to being a "mother" to Marik).
"I could sense an uncertainty. Marik, you sure your okay?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Just another nightmare."
The lilac eyed boy with soft, delicate features sat closer to his opposite, and told him,
"Don't lie." Concerned, Malik looked deep into his eyes.
Marik sighed, and looked straight at him, "Did I have a past life?"
Malik blinked, unsure how to respond. "Uh…"
"Well? Ryou has one, Yugi obviously has one, and hell Seto Kaiba has one also, do you? Or me?"
"Why is this relevant?" Malik's voice began to crack.
"I have dreams about me sacrificing myself for someone. I don't know who, or why. But this voice…it's well, it sounds familiar. It's a guy, and I'm bloody, also younger. I am not sure what or why but do I have a past life?"
Malik knew where this was going. Of course he had one! Marik and Malik were significant, yet unnoticed characters. But Malik swore to never tell Marik so he does not open any unnecessary doors.
"No." Malik confirmed in a firm manner. "Those dreams are occurring because you have withdrawals from your drugs. Don't worry. Ah look, it's nearly 6:30, let's go back to bed. Okay?"
Marik walked in the room with his hikari. He watched him walk in his grape colored robe which wrapped ever so gracefully around his gentle thin body. Marik always thought, "He's so beautiful."
Malik left the room, and Marik went back into the bed.
What's going on here? Apparently Marik is a bit naïve, and is similar to the Pharaoh, he does not remember his own past life!
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Marik: This sucks!
Malik: It barely began idiot…
