The Life of a Tortured Soul, pt. 2
Ra86: Thank you all for coming! This is the wonderful, Chapter two of this story. Please enjoy it! And if you don't, maybe you should give up reading it. Though, this is the better of my chapters so far.
Chapter 2
Marik opened his violet eyes at the sunlight that slanted into the room through the blinds. He remembered going to bed at about 4 am. He rubbed his burning eyes and looked next to him where Ryou... wasn't sleeping. He didn't really expect the albino to still be there, but he could hope couldn't he? He glanced at the clock that read 1:00. Wow, had he really slept that long? He stood, stretching out his aching muscles, and went downstairs to find something to eat, only to be greeted by a certain Tomb Robber.
"ISHTAR!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! BACK DEMON! BACK! RYOU! CALL OFF YOUR BITCH!"
Ryou chuckled slightly at his boyfriend's behavior around the thief. "Well, you see Marik, I have to run to the store, and I can't trust Bakura by himself. I was just about to send him upstairs to retrieve you."
"Uh-uh. No way! I'm not babysitting this freak of nature."
"Oh come on Marik! Buddy, Partner in Crime! Lets go rob Kaiba, Creampuff!"
"I do need to see Kaiba, but taking you with is to risky. Besides, I have work to do on the Forum. I don't have time to go on an escapade with you. Sorry babe, but your Master has no time for you."
Bakura broke out in laughter, putting an arm around Marik's shoulder. "Marik, hon, I do believe you have the roles mixed up. I'm the master in this relationship, and your ass is mine." To prove his point, he grabbed the Egyptian's tight behind, making the blonde jump and instinctively punch Bakura in the face.
"If you say so. But we all know who's dominant. Don't we Ry?" Marik looked at his now blushing lover, who was nodding furiously. Marik smiled, kissing the flushed cheeks of his companion, before going back upstairs, retrieving a cup of coffee as he did so.
"Take your bitch shopping with you. The two of you need to bond. Besides. I have things to attend to that I don't need that thing getting in the way of."
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Marik uploaded a disk onto the computer. The disk contained master codes for the site that he had been working on at school, not that anyone knew it. He scanned them over one last time, fixing the problems before loading them up onto the site.
"Login: User ID: PhilaenDragon Password: Login Confirmed. Welcome PhilaenDragon. Class: Administrator. You have 10 messages. 10 New. Check Mail?"
Marik ignored the mail screen and went straight into the chat room. Many people were on, about 300 of his members were in one of the rooms alone. A few of them acknowledged his presence, mainly just his moderators making small talk of how the site was running and how people were behaving. He was pleased to hear that everything was running smoothly. He scanned the homepage for the new members, always welcoming them personally to his site. He saw a name he didn't approve of, but passed it by, thinking they had just read his story and decided they wanted to freak him out, but other than that, everything was in running order.
He went over to his administrator board and typed in the new codes, updating the backgrounds and members. He went into clean-up mode and got rid of everything thing that hadn't been replied to in a month. He liked to keep everything neat. Deciding that everything looked good so far, he went to check his mail, little did he know, that that was the start of it all...
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"New Messages: 10
Message To: PhilaenDragon
Message From: RicherThanGod
Subject: I figured as much.
Message Reads:
Well, I'll work on it then. Bakura will be so pissed. But I guess that's what makes it fun. And thank you for giving me a heads-up on the whole flaming Bakura thing. I'll make sure the guards are off duty then so you don't get arrested. Just make sure I'm in a "very important meeting" before you go and do it alright? Those things are so boring. I have one on Tuesday at 5, case you needed to know.
You never cease to amaze me Ishtar. I grow to like this site more and more everyday. You put a lot of hard work into it. Just so you know, if you need any help on the coding and such, just give me a call. You still have my number right? I'll be glad to help. And did you happen to look at your Noobie List? That one name creeps the HELL outta me. You think he's serious? I mean, I know you have haters, but that's just horrid. I mean, the name itself is enough to anger all of your supporters who read that damn story you posted. But I suppose, PalkiMarik'sTorturer is a name to be looked into. Do you think it could be him?"
Marik knew Kaiba had a point. But still, it could be anyone. Besides, Palki hadn't shown his face in 3 years. Why would he waste his time now.
"Message To: RicherThanGod
Message From: PhilaenDragon
Subject: Thanks
Message Preview:
I appreciate the offer to help me. I may take you up on it some day. Tuesday it is! I can't wait to see Bakura's face as he gets flashed by pink! I'll make sure to get pictures! And I know what you mean. But the possibility of it being Palki is extremely low. I mean, how would he even get this site address? I mean, I know he's smart and all, but he hasn't bothered to look for me in three years, why would he start now? Just cuz I posted that story? Doubtful. You're right. It probably is just a hater. They seem to be online, so I'll try messaging them and see what happens. I hope it is just a hater that got the idea from that story. Besides, the Palki I knew wouldn't waste his time taunting me with E-mail. He'd just get my address and come and get me. Thanks for the concern Kaiba. I'll talk to you later. Oh, by the way. Would you like to be my co-admin?"
Marik sent the mail and went back into his message box. There was a new message from his hater waiting for him.
"Message To: PhilaenDragon
Message From: PalkiMarik'sTorturer
Subject: You're begging for it, aren't you?
Message Reads:
Well, well, well. After such a time you finally have the guts to post something in public about how much I had hurt you. Heh. When I find you. I will make sure to cause you more pain than I ever had before. Besides. If you think the police will be looking for me after some of your so-called "fans" tip them off. You are wrong. The raid happened years ago Marik. I'm a respectable being now."
Marik tilted his head. It did sound like Palki, but he knew that most of that information was in the story. Anyone could do this. So he replied.
"Message To: PalkiMarik'sTorturer
Message From: PhilaenDragon
Subject: Re: You're begging for it, aren't you?
Message Preview:
Look, I don't know who you are, but I suggest you lay off. You know nothing about Palki or my relationship with him. The only things you have told me are things that are in the story I posted. You're probably just one of my haters trying to freak me out. Besides, you have no proof that you are who you say you are. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into by doing this. I could have you banned from this site if you continue to threaten me. If you continue this behavior, I will have you removed. Have a good day."
He posted the message and smiled, leaning back into his chair. He picked up his phone and gave Kaiba a call.
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"Yeah?"
"So that's how you answer your phone these days? Not very business like of you is it Kaiba?"
"Marik, it's called caller ID. Do you have any idea what that is or are you just doing this to be an ass?"
Marik smiled lightly, staring at his computer screen.
"So why did you call me, Ishtar? You know I'm a busy man."
"Yeah, very busy Mister boss man. Got all of your whores lined up for ya don't you?"
"That's harassment Ishtar."
"Yeah yeah. Anyways. I called cuz I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?"
"Well, I keep trying to get into that Noob's Profile. I want his E-mail. But it keeps blocking. I have my Master codes, and not even those can hack it. I want to see this guy face to face. I need you to hack it for me. Give me his address. But do it at school. I want it on paper. He may be a Hacker. I can't risk it. Do you think you can do it?"
Kaiba paused for a minute, letting Marik's anxiety build. "Me? Beat your hacking skills? Can it be done?" Kaiba laughed. Marik rolled his eyes. Kaiba was joking and he knew it, but still, the tension was there. "Of course I'll give it a shot. And to answer your question Marik. I'd love to be co-Admin. Imagine what we could build together."
Marik sighed. Perfect opportunity to get the brunette back. "Oh yes Kaiba-dear, but what would the mutt think?"
Kaiba slapped his forehead. He set that up. "I'm not talking relationship. And I don't like the mutt. I thought I told you that! I just like seeing him riled up. And as much as I'd love to go on and profess my love to you, I have a little brother who is currently destroying the main lobby, and I must really go."
"All right Kaiba Darling. I will let you go take care of that little problem of yours. But when will you do it?"
"As soon as I can." He noticed the worry in Marik's voice and could picture the blonde biting his lower lip as he always did when he was nervous.
Marik was doing just that. "Thanks Kaiba. I owe ya one."
"Just make it up to me by setting that damn thief on fire."
"Will do." He heard the click and decided to go back to reading his mail. Besides, that Noob had replied.
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Ra86: Oooh! Suspense! What will happen in the Noob's reply? Well I guess you will just have to wait for the next chapter! R&R!
