Hey guys. This update was suppose to come up quicker but life kinda has a way with keeping you away for a while. However, I did finish the second chapter and its longer than the first. Sorry if the first one was confusing. It was suppose to lead up until the next day where Aria is actually in the hands of Marik. Sorry if it was lame but the more the plot unfolds, hopefully the better it gets. I know Marik's super evil/sexy alter ego isn't exactly here just yet. The relationship between Aria and Marik needs some time before the darkness can really play his game. Get my drift?

Leave some reviews on what you think. I plan on this story being longer than any story and I hope I finish it too. / i know I still have plenty of other stories to continue but this is my most interesting one that I believe in.

Blah, here's chapter 2 of Disturbia.

Chapter 2

I woke up with a killer headache that bulged against my skull. It must have been for the fall off the jet-ski and the crash against the solid beach. I honestly don't remember much besides running the engine frantically against my fingertips before there was a quick motion of darkness before I went flying into the air. I felt the sand, dirt underneath my fingernails and my face cradled against the ground. I must have fainted then since every thought of memory melts away and turns into a big blur.

I groaned softly, everything was spinning when I opened my eyes and it didn't look like the beach. I tried to lift my hand to my face; I wanted to feel my head for any bumps or bruises. However, I was unable to do so. My hands were tied tightly behind my back and when my sight came clearer, I was sticking upright in a chair and it wasn't very comfortable. I was sitting in front of a bright wooden table.

The room was bright, not as bright enough to strain my eyes but it was enough to be wide away instantly. The carpet was a maroon color that had thousands of transparent colors of red. Though, in the sunlight the carpet turned a pinkish red. I was surrounded with sea blue metallic walls that imprinted my reflection. Since it was metal, I couldn't see my clear reflection but scribbles of blurry colors of my body reflected off. The room all together reminded me of an office conference room.

"Well now, I didn't think that you would wake up so soon," there was a voice behind me and it was familiar from the previous night. I turned my head around my shoulder to see who was talking to me. It was the tan man from the cruise ship. He wasn't wearing the dark purple cloak anymore; his hair was parted in different directions in a messy but clean pattern. It was blonde and it shimmered beautifully in the sun light that brighten the room. He could have been handsome if he didn't threaten me and my life.

He walked passed me, his dark fingers stretching across the back of my chair and spun me around to face him. His dark eyes had color now; bright lavender that showed simple emotions. Was he supposed to be so…unique?

"This isn't necessary," I insisted and glanced behind me, referring about my tied hands. My captor raised an eyebrow at me. "You caught me, hands down. You want to chat, so let's chat,"

He snickered lightly, "I don't think so. You might start trouble again if I let you go now," He stated firmly and spun my chair around, which was rather irritating to not be in control. I placed my feet flatly against the carpet. I flashed him a glared, I wasn't going to be friendly if he wasn't going to work with me. I stopped spinning and watched him walk across the room. It was now that I looked at his clothes. He wore black pants that stretched to his shoes that imprinted the same dark color. I was unsure why I was staring at his backside so eagerly. I shook my head and pulled my eyes away. It was pathetic that I was even considering that he was attractive.

"So then, what's your name?" I asked out so bluntly. When he turned around, I made sure that I converted my eyes to his own. I wasn't going to be caught staring at his body. That was the wrong thing to be doing at a time like this.

He crossed his arms across his chest, wrinkling his violet shirt that matched his eyes. It was strange for a guy to wear such a bright color but it did match with his black pants and his black undershirt. I gulped and looked at the man once more.

He continued to stare at me and smiled lightly. "Marik Ishtar," the way he spoke words just flowed off his tongue nicely that it was almost intimidating. He was too handsome to be a mastermind or even for a criminal. I classified him as one since my case is definitely a kidnapping. I would much rather be home right now. Okay, so that's a lie. This guy was the highlight of my entire year. I know it's bad to even consider that I rather be here with a hot kidnapper than at home with my parents. That's when I just remembered something.

"So, Marik," the name echoed softly into my mind and under my skin. A light shiver crept up my spine slowly. I didn't fidget or move, that would be a sign for weakness and I still have a position to consider. "You mentioned that you had my parents. So where are they?"

He gave me a dark look, as if I said something offensive towards him. The concern of my parent's shouldn't have bothered him like that. I watched him as his pace slowly came back towards me, advancing before continuing our conversation.

With every step he took, my heart spun into a web; tangled and sticky. I watched him, my mouth and lips gone dry within seconds and it was appealing to meet someone who could do that to me. I'm not easily phased either. I'm sure I looked stupid to him with my dumb, anxious stare but I couldn't think about anything else. I was curious to why he was taking so long just to comment back about my parents.

What if he wasn't going to continue with our conversation and begin something else? My heart raced and pounded harder against my rib cage. Everything went blurry besides for his powerful figure. I thought about my dry lips and how they would feel if he touched them with his own? Would it be soft as I would hope or maybe it would be rough and disgusting? Okay, that was a bit repulsive to fantasize about it being weird and gross. I'm not the sappy type or a slut.

As he came closer, his fingers relaxed against the leather arm rest and I was under his attention. I felt so inferior to him and that wasn't something I was used too. I had always been in control with my emotions and feeling so weak and less dominant than I normally am was definitely making my stomach turn. It kind of hurt and that this feeling was a bit foreign too.

His lips were not touching mine and it half way disappointed me. For a moment I was beginning to think that Marik captured me for my insane beauty and he just had to have me. Heh, that was dumb. Forget I said that.

I began to snap out of it shortly when I decided not to be into the enemy. My parents would be ashamed that I was even thinking such ridiculous thoughts. I can't trust myself anymore with being around attractive people anyway.

What felt like forever, he finally spoke to me. I looked at him and focused on his eyes. I didn't dare look at his parted lips. "Your parents are safely at home and are completely unaware of any of this, thanks to you,"

I narrowed my eyes to steal back my dominant nature; I wasn't going to let him suck everything out of me. No one can ever do that. Not to mention, he tricked me about my parents. To think yesterday I was about to go with him because of them being on the boat he had. Now that was pathetic on my part."You lied. You said they were here, on this boat. We are on your boat, right?"

He nodded firmly and remained close by. "Yes, we are,"

"Then why did you lie about it?"

He flashed me a cold smile. "It was meant to bribe you. You seemed so content not to go with me even after I stated my word that you wouldn't be harmed. It's not like I could ever touch you anyway," I noticed in his pupils that the light I once seen flittered suspiciously. This was the kind of mastermind who could turn everything around if he wanted too. He was smart and clever and a tricky customer. Sure, it did make me mad that he lied and cheated but it was interesting how fooled I was. I wonder if I'm losing my touch.

"You'd be damn right you wouldn't touch me." From the moment my words left my mouth, I knew I was going to regret it. It seemed he was looking for an opening such as that.

He continued to smile and reached into his back belt pocket. He lifted up something that glistened once it hit sunlight. His fingers toyed with it for a moment before he flashed it over my face. It was golden, brightly polished and it looked harshly at me with its eye. It was interesting to look at but it made my head spin and aches echoed out in my head. Voices screamed at me, a voice I know all too well and I continued to stare at it. I gulped and looked away but my flesh felt like it was on fire. It was a rough experience for just looking at something that seemed so harmless.

"Put that thing away. It's making me sick," I demanded rather than asking nicely. It was killing me, burning my skin and boiling my blood. It felt on fire and a fiery beast appeared in my head as I looked at it. I fidgeted in my seat; I needed to get out of this uncomfortable chair or just away from the golden rod.

Marik just looked at me with such amusement and backed away from me. He still had the rod out and it still bothered me. "Well your reaction is rather interesting for you acting so tough," He smiled vibrantly and spoke under his breath. He was probably talking to himself, "She has to her. There's no doubt about it," He grinned and put the golden rod into his back pocket. He folded his arms over his chest confidently. "This that better?"

I huffed out all the air I had left in me, my heart racing with anxiousness and pain. That was a strange situation but I was curious to why I reacted like that. Nothing I ever seen ever made me feel like I was burning like phoenix. I wasn't sure why I compared myself to such a legendary creature. Maybe because while Marik was busy with toying with me, an image of a large bird that resembled a phoenix bothered my mind. Its roar filled my ears and made my feet tingle painfully. It felt so hot and rebellious. In the vision of the bird, it spread out its wings and there was a man who was engulfed in purple mist standing in front of the phoenix. His blonde hair was spike to defying limits that moved with the fiery wind. His dark cape encircled around him, fluttering in the hot wind. The mysterious man looked an awfully a lot like…

I shook my head; a vision was just thought, nothing more than a figment of my imagination and I told myself not to worry. I was already listening to Marik, unable to look at him. I feared he was just toying with me again and just might bring out that golden item. I don't think I could handle myself if I seen it again.

I nodded and heaved in, my breathing was erratic and it was extremely uncomfortable. "Yes," I spat out, staring at the red carpet.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and then someone opened it. I didn't look but I listened closely. I figured that it was one of Marik's mindless ghouls.

"Master Marik, it's time," The ghoul quickly was shooed away by his master who walked gracefully over to me. I still didn't look, but I felt his presence, his shadow cast over mine and it was soon that I felt my hand free from the ropes. I brought my hands back up around my chest, rubbing my damaged wrist.

"Excuse me. Something awaits my attention and I rather not miss this opportunity," Marik patted my head softly, feeling his fingertips soak in my head as if he was petting me. I wished it wasn't a pleasure. "Sleep or rest up. I would like to continue our conversation," He gave my head one last feel before he walked to the door and closed it behind him.

Chills ran up my spine and I was unable to hold it back. My body twitched at the feeling the sensation he caused me to feel on my head and in my chest. It made my mind cave into a bunch of lies and fantasies. I slapped my forehead and thought to myself, just in case Marik might be listening in.

Damnit Aria! Control yourself girl! These walls are built for a reason. Use them!

My thoughts eased my nervousness and I regained control. I looked around the room and seen just one couch that matched the bronze chairs around the table. I bet it's a lot more comfortable that this chair. I smiled at the thought of sleep in an actual comfy sofa. I took Marik's advice and headed over to the couch. It was long enough for me and I snuggled around until I was satisfied. I didn't expect to fall into sleep so easily.

I wasn't sure how long I was asleep for when I woke up but I all know that the lights in the room were still on and Marik was no where to be seen. I didn't mind that, I hoped he wasn't back yet. It would be creepy he was watching me sleep. But he wasn't so that was fine but I came across a problem. My stomach growled rapidly from the abandonment on food in the last 18 hours. I just guessed with that one.

I sat up from my side, feeling fully replenished for more. However, I was hoping there would be a little excitement for a while. The thought of that golden rod penetrated my thoughts. I don't think it will be erased anytime soon either.

I sighed at the situation. I wished this were a little less complicated. I was really hungry and annoyed to the fact that things really weren't going my way this time. However, I wasn't going to just sit here and depend on Marik coming back anytime soon. I had another idea. I'll just do everything myself. I'm independent that way.

I stretch until I feel my back muscle pop pleasurably. It was aching for a while. In pursuit to get up, I still notice I'm in my school uniform. Domino High couldn't have picked gayer colors. I wasn't one for pink; even though people say it compliments my complexion. I'm starting to like dark colors, like navy blue so I don't mind the blue polo shirt. I stood up, straightening out my skirt just so it doesn't ride up and show everyone my glory. Now that would be embarrassing. I would do anything to get into my normal clothes. For a situation such as this, I would definitely pick something a lot more comfortable than this uniform.

I walk to the door and I know for a fact that Marik probably locked it. If he was as smart as I'm to consider, then he would lock me in here while he worried some other affair. It only made me laugh to think what his reaction would be when he finds out that I'm not here? Haha, priceless. Even a simple girl like me can trick a mastermind. That should teach him for trying to fool me.

My fingers trail down the wooden door, curious to feel the surface of the door. Mainly I was thinking on how to go by this without causing a scene. That would only just defeat the purpose of leaving without anyone knowing; thus ruining the plan to tick of Marik. Strangely enough that was the only thought that consumed me right now; just ticking off the ghouls master. I smiled slyly to myself then shook my head. "Marik and his deeds must be rubbing off me or something,"

I eyed the door down once more and gave the doorknob a try. It was tight and didn't budge, just as a thought. I sighed and thought of my other option. Usually I like to keep it a secret and not ever use it publicly but this was extreme time to get the hell out. I am a hostage for crying out loud!

I look around for anything that could possibly be useful. My bookbag is missing, which isn't really all that bad besides I had a small little knife in there. It would be very useful in a time like this but lucky isn't on my side at the moment.

Shit…what to do now?

I glance down at my finger nails, slightly long and curve nicely into a arch. The nail is perhaps enough to penetrate the skin. I really hate doing this and if people ever saw me do this, they might send me get help and I wouldn't blame them. This isn't what I would call a self rescue but I have to improvise.

I dig my fingernail into the palm of my right hand, pressing harder to break the skin. It's not a pleasant feeling; not for me at least. I shut my eyes to forget about it. Just doing this makes me sick and turns my stomach upside down. Its not that I have a phobia of blood or inflicting pain on myself, but it's just the fact that I have to refer to this option to get out of here. It brings up terrible memories and the voice that I hear from time to time screams in my ears of a language foreign to me. I try not to listen.

I feel my finger press against a liquid substance. I open my eyes and see I cut my hand with my own finger. I bite my lip; my hand is stinging with pain and the regret in my stomach slowly eases at the sight of my blood. My nerves are cooling to know that the hard part is done but the door still isn't open. I'm not even finished yet either. With one single stroke of my blood on the door, I close my eyes and concentrate really hard.

I allow myself to relax and focus on the deep center of my mind. Swirls of dark mist and a cold substance filled my body quickly. I kept my mind cool and collected and thought of my blood on the door. The swirls in my thoughts were silent and dead until the dark thoughts erupted from within. It was the final key to getting out of here.

I opened my eyes, feeling them dilated from the inside. Now all was left was for me to remove the door with my mind. Yes…I have psychic powers.

With my blood on the door, it turns black as the empty abyss of hell and grows quickly around the door. The black blood is eating away the solid surface of the wooden door, duplicating its every detail for me to take it apart. It's the quiet way to escape someplace but not everyone can do that.

Once engulfed in the eerie darkness, I walk through the door; the dark substances acting as if it's a gate to the other side and there's nothing more than a corridor of more doors down the hallway.

"At least I'm getting somewhere," I encourage myself and let my mind relax. I feel the darkness suck right back into me once I'm ready to proceed. At first, it's a creepy feeling of a living organism jumping back into your skin and racing up your spine to your mind again. I don't think I'll ever get used to it…

I shake it off, I need to keep going. Now it appears like I never even left the conference room.

I walk near the walls, careful not to alarm anyone who might be on the other side. I listen in closely, my senses keen to anything that moves. Once I get closer to the end of the hallway, I hear the echo of steps. Someone is coming and by the scent in the air, I can tell its one of Marik's goons. However, he is mindless as ever as if he is on autopilot. Marik must be busy going something to not care for his henchmen. Whatever, it's a simple task to be avoided.

He comes closer and I imagine a slouched over man in a dark purple cloak. They tend to wear a lot, as is it's their symbol of unity. I wait for him to get a little more closer before I knock him out if he see's me or just stay put until he passes. Since they are mindless, he probably won't care that I'm here.

He is noticeable now and he just keeps walking down the opposite corridor, his shoulders slouched over like an old man. His face blanker than anything I've ever seen anyone to be.

Definitely on autopilot. Marik should at least take care of them since they are his loyal mind slaves. I would.

I nod to myself over my own observation and sigh. I worried for nothing. I slip pass the ghoul and go down the hallways he just came from. It wasn't till I was half way down the hallway when I heard Marik's voice and a young girl talking. It wasn't a decent conversation either. I stood in front of the door where the commotion was coming and I eavesdropped on them through the wall.

"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?" It was the girl who was talking, sounding like she was trying to figure out her captive's tactics. Her voice held thousands of emotions that any girl could possess at a time like this. She was screaming now, probably crying. "I didn't do anything to you!"

"Hush foolish girl. This shall silence you for a bit,"

There a bright light that shone out from underneath the door, the presence of the rod lingered around and my headache suddenly returned. I was no longer interested in their conversation; my head felt like it was about to explode with the thoughts of the fire bird and the dark man who looked like Marik; just a lot different. Maybe they two are connected somehow?

I clench my head, I felt on fire again and I started backing away from the door but it wouldn't ease this time. I caught a glimpse of my legs; the visible light of flames engulfed me. This had must have been an illusion for I wasn't really on fire but I might as well be. It burnt my skin to the core but I wasn't blistering up or bleeding. The shock from the invisible; but very much felt pain soared through me and all I wanted to do was end the pain.

My wish was granted as I blanked out with nothing but the darkness staring back at me. There was figure that appeared before me, the dark mist covering him from sight. The only thing I could make out was his dark purple eyes and his sadistic smirk through the shadows. I felt a thousand pieces of myself withdraw nervously. I wasn't scared at all; I just felt like I knew exactly who he was from just being in his presence. He didn't speak to me but his expression said it all.

"I've waited long and hard for you,"

My mouth went dry with the silent words and I woke in a different room from the hallway. It wasn't the office room; much more like a bedroom with dark pastel colors. A particular scent filled the air, the smell of Egyptian musk and lavender. It was bitter-sweet and I could hardly keep my thoughts from collapsing on the idea that this just might be Marik Ishtar's room!

I look down to see I'm in my same clothes but I'm lying within a bed and intertwined with blank, silky sheets. My face is stained hot with embarrassment. How could I just blank out like that in the middle of my escape? All because of that damned rod…

There isn't much to his room, just simple things like a dresser and two doors. I figure one might lead to the hallway and one just might lead to a bathroom. My appetite is gone from the sudden events that are making my mind ring like no other. I'm dead confused why I'm directly in his room.

Marik walks through the on the left side, a glimpse of the hallway is noticeable for an instant until he closes the door. "I must say, that's probably the most failed escape mission I've ever seen." He stated, knowing I was awake from the moment he walked in.

I glared at him, still holding my thumping head. I must of hit a million times in the past 24 hours. This weekend was beginning to suck. "So? Maybe I wasn't trying to escape,"

He looked at me smugly, "Right. So what were you precisely doing then?" He made himself comfortable at the foot of his bed. He was at an angle, still facing me and listening. I finally had his full attention it seemed.

I sighed a little bit annoyed at this already. I wasn't feeling good. I bet it has to do with hitting my head, "I was looking for you," That's a dead lie, I was trying to escape but I didn't want to appear to look like a complete moron so I covered it up with a little lie. No harm done. Besides, we had a conversation to finish.

He looked away for a moment then smirked at the wall, "Well, Aria, it appears that I'm going to the finals that Seto Kaiba has created for this repulsive town. I have unfinished business there and your coming with me," it was like he didn't even care what I thought.

"No," I stated bitterly. "I had enough of this charade. I want to go home and sleep with no thoughts of you or your damned rod. It contagious for my health, I swear it,"

He looked back at me intrigued, "Thoughts of me?" There was a slight tint of amusement in his eyes. I think I gave a little too much information. Whoops.

I shook my head and refused to allow myself to be hypnotized by him. I'm too good for that. "Don't look at me like that, its annoying." I snapped and huffed, "You're going to send me home. There is no way I'm going to that ridiculous dueling tournament with you," I was feeling like my old self again. I like resisting and being stubborn; even though it made everything complicated.

He chuckled at me, "What if I told you that your parent's and your friend's life depended on it?" He smiled at coldly and I don't think he was lying. "I have ghouls at your house right now. I lied about your foolish parents being oblivious to this. They know what is going on and it turns out that one of your friend's came to your house," he hesitated to let the thought soak in, "Do I need to say more?"

I looked at him with a sparkle of suspiciousness. "I'm not going to be fooled this time Marik," his name still sounded nice but I didn't let it show. He was blackmailing me into going with him for reasons I believe I know. "I'm going to need descriptions of my friend and of my parents, since you state that you have your goons there,"

He shot me a look that could kill almost anyone, "Your friend is named Miko. Dark hair, same school uniform, claims to be your best friend," He snickered at me, I'd wish he was lying but there was no way he could of known her nickname that I gave her unless he had be spying on me since day one. The bastard.

"Fine, Ishtar. I'll go with you but what in the hell do you think I can do there?"

He sighed and crossed his arm once more. He looked annoyed with my questions, "I'm not stupid, girl. I know that the darkness is placed within you and I'm talking about you being the gate to the abyss directly. You're a goddess!" He growled with frustration when I shook my head. He was good at assuming I was some gate to the darkness but the knowledge is wrong. I wasn't that at all.

"Sorry to disappoint you but I can't your goddess. I'm not no gate for the shadows. That's pretty mess up. Maybe you got the wrong person. I'll I can do is…" I paused for spitting it out, "telekinesis,"

He looked at me for a moment. "You deny your own power?"

"I'm not denying it. I know for a fact that I'm no gate to your darkness," I stated confidently. I wasn't a gate/guardian/whatever. And quite frankly, I didn't care if I was.

He looked at me with those eyes that triggered my stomach to turn, "Perhaps not but you will come with me and see for yourself. The darkness will be unleashed within this tournament and you tell me who you are then," he stated with a wicked smile on his face.

From that smile, all I could think about was the darkness within my vision of that dark figure. Something deep within me told me that Marik was right; I'm the very substance of the darkness but that can't be bestowed on a human could it? From what I knew, I'm pretty normal besides for my tendencies to use a dark force…maybe that's what he talking about?

Am I really the key to the everlasting darkness…?

A quick hint about the storiy title: Distubia. This is based off of Rihanna's song 'Disturbia'. The lyrics fit in perfectly with the story in my mind. Thus, creating more inspiration! / sorry, I thought it would be cool to say that.

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