Hikari Ryu: Hi, this is my very first fic. I hope you like. I got this from
a dream I had.hehe I think it's kind of bad but I wrote it to see if
anyone liked it! ^_^
Yami Hiryuu: Hey and my hikari doesn't own Yugioh or anything related to
it.Kazuki Takahashi does. Enjoy! ^_^
Returning to the desert
Marik had returned to Egypt. His yami had been sealed away in the shadow realm so he wasn't around anymore either. He sighed. There wasn't much to do anymore. He decided to visit the pyramids. It always felt like home when he went there. He sat down in the shade of a pyramid (A/N: Lol, are you even allowed to do that?) It was late afternoon. A tear trickled down his cheek. He remembered what he had done in Battle City. He really regretted it. Not even Bakura was his friend anymore.Why did I do those things? Why had I been so stupid? It's too late now.I could have made a few more friends. Marik was so absorbed in his thoughts, He didn't even hear footsteps in the soft sand approaching him. A finger touched his cheek and wiped away a tear. Marik's head snapped up. He found himself staring into deep brown eyes of a smiling girl.
"Don't cry." The girl was wearing a long red dress lined in silver. She handed him a small piece of cloth.
"What's your name?"
"Marik."
"Why are you crying?"
"It's.nothing.nevermind. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
"Oh no, it's fine! Do you have anywhere to go? If you don't, You can come to my house."
Marik thought for a minute. I don't have anywhere to go.I guess I'll go with her. She seems nice enough. "Sure! If it's ok with you."
"Okay. My house is this way."
As they were walking, Marik suddenly realized that he did not know this girl's name.
"Umm, I forgot to ask.what's your name?"
The girl giggled and replied, "Kyana."
Kyana.I like that name. Marik gazed at her. She had long black hair that came midback. She had lightly tanned skin. Most entrancing were her eyes. They looked like two little orbs of dark chocolate. She looked very young.she couldn't be older that eleven or twelve. She was probably an Egyptian. "How old are you?"
"I'm fourteen."
Wow.she's fourteen? She looks so young.
"We're here!"
Marik's thoughts were interrupted. They were standing outside a beautiful medium-sized house. "Wow.nice house."
"Thanks. I live alone here. Do you want something to drink? It certainly is hot today."
"Water will be fine."
Kyana invited Marik in and told him to sit down. Marik slowly sat down on a cream colored couch. Kyana brought back two frosty glasses of ice water. She gave Marik one and sat down too.
"What brings you to Egypt?"
"Well, I was raised here as a little kid until someone killed my father. I went to Japan after to participate in Battle City, a duelist tournament. What about you?"
"Oh Duel Monsters. I like that game. I have lived here my whole life. My parents died too, in a car accident. They left behind an enormous fortune and that is why I am able to take care of myself. I go to the pyramids a lot. Your crying brought me to you. Why were you crying? Is there something bothering you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry about your parents. Well, I was crying because of the tournament." Marik told her his story. He was crying after he finished. Kyana walked over and sat down next to him. She handed him a Kleenex. "I..I..I'm sorry.I didn't mean to cry it's just."
"Shhhh, it's alright. I understand." Marik was aware Kyana's proximity. Somehow.it felt safe. Kyana took the Kleenex to go throw it away. She returned with a platter of snacks.
"Hungry?"
"Um I guess so." Kyana put the platter on the table in the middle of the room and sat back down.
Kuso.I wish she'd sit down next to me again. Wait.why am I thinking this? Could I possibly be falling in love!? No.I must remain cold. I've held up for so long. I can't fall in now. "So what do you do here? I mean you live alone don't you?"
"Oh, I make things during my spare time. I visit the market sometimes."
"What kind of things do you make? If I'm not mistaken, you draw too." He said, looking around the room seeing a few piles of paper and pencils.
Kyana blushed. "It's kind of a hobby."
"You draw quite well. It seems like more of a talent."
Kyana blushed even redder. "I guess so."
The sun was starting to set. It cast a bright orange light into the house through the windows.
"Oh my! I didn't realize it was so late! I'm sorry! Do you have a place to stay?"
"Yes actually but the place brings bad memories."
"Would you like to stay here for the night?"
"Could I?"
"Sure!"
"If it's fine with you."
"It is. Don't worry about it. What would you like for dinner?"
"Whatever you want. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."
"Don't worry about it. You like koshari? It's the only think I have unless you want me to cook something else."
"I don't mind koshari at all..It's my favorite food in fact!"
Kyana placed a bowl of koshari on the table in the kitchen and brought some fresh fruit too. Marik sat down and the began to eat.
Hikari Ryu: Hey peeps! I know, my story sucked. If you did like it, please R&R ^_^ Yami Hiryuu: She has writers' block ==right now so she'll probably update in a few days. No flames please!
Returning to the desert
Marik had returned to Egypt. His yami had been sealed away in the shadow realm so he wasn't around anymore either. He sighed. There wasn't much to do anymore. He decided to visit the pyramids. It always felt like home when he went there. He sat down in the shade of a pyramid (A/N: Lol, are you even allowed to do that?) It was late afternoon. A tear trickled down his cheek. He remembered what he had done in Battle City. He really regretted it. Not even Bakura was his friend anymore.Why did I do those things? Why had I been so stupid? It's too late now.I could have made a few more friends. Marik was so absorbed in his thoughts, He didn't even hear footsteps in the soft sand approaching him. A finger touched his cheek and wiped away a tear. Marik's head snapped up. He found himself staring into deep brown eyes of a smiling girl.
"Don't cry." The girl was wearing a long red dress lined in silver. She handed him a small piece of cloth.
"What's your name?"
"Marik."
"Why are you crying?"
"It's.nothing.nevermind. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
"Oh no, it's fine! Do you have anywhere to go? If you don't, You can come to my house."
Marik thought for a minute. I don't have anywhere to go.I guess I'll go with her. She seems nice enough. "Sure! If it's ok with you."
"Okay. My house is this way."
As they were walking, Marik suddenly realized that he did not know this girl's name.
"Umm, I forgot to ask.what's your name?"
The girl giggled and replied, "Kyana."
Kyana.I like that name. Marik gazed at her. She had long black hair that came midback. She had lightly tanned skin. Most entrancing were her eyes. They looked like two little orbs of dark chocolate. She looked very young.she couldn't be older that eleven or twelve. She was probably an Egyptian. "How old are you?"
"I'm fourteen."
Wow.she's fourteen? She looks so young.
"We're here!"
Marik's thoughts were interrupted. They were standing outside a beautiful medium-sized house. "Wow.nice house."
"Thanks. I live alone here. Do you want something to drink? It certainly is hot today."
"Water will be fine."
Kyana invited Marik in and told him to sit down. Marik slowly sat down on a cream colored couch. Kyana brought back two frosty glasses of ice water. She gave Marik one and sat down too.
"What brings you to Egypt?"
"Well, I was raised here as a little kid until someone killed my father. I went to Japan after to participate in Battle City, a duelist tournament. What about you?"
"Oh Duel Monsters. I like that game. I have lived here my whole life. My parents died too, in a car accident. They left behind an enormous fortune and that is why I am able to take care of myself. I go to the pyramids a lot. Your crying brought me to you. Why were you crying? Is there something bothering you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry about your parents. Well, I was crying because of the tournament." Marik told her his story. He was crying after he finished. Kyana walked over and sat down next to him. She handed him a Kleenex. "I..I..I'm sorry.I didn't mean to cry it's just."
"Shhhh, it's alright. I understand." Marik was aware Kyana's proximity. Somehow.it felt safe. Kyana took the Kleenex to go throw it away. She returned with a platter of snacks.
"Hungry?"
"Um I guess so." Kyana put the platter on the table in the middle of the room and sat back down.
Kuso.I wish she'd sit down next to me again. Wait.why am I thinking this? Could I possibly be falling in love!? No.I must remain cold. I've held up for so long. I can't fall in now. "So what do you do here? I mean you live alone don't you?"
"Oh, I make things during my spare time. I visit the market sometimes."
"What kind of things do you make? If I'm not mistaken, you draw too." He said, looking around the room seeing a few piles of paper and pencils.
Kyana blushed. "It's kind of a hobby."
"You draw quite well. It seems like more of a talent."
Kyana blushed even redder. "I guess so."
The sun was starting to set. It cast a bright orange light into the house through the windows.
"Oh my! I didn't realize it was so late! I'm sorry! Do you have a place to stay?"
"Yes actually but the place brings bad memories."
"Would you like to stay here for the night?"
"Could I?"
"Sure!"
"If it's fine with you."
"It is. Don't worry about it. What would you like for dinner?"
"Whatever you want. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."
"Don't worry about it. You like koshari? It's the only think I have unless you want me to cook something else."
"I don't mind koshari at all..It's my favorite food in fact!"
Kyana placed a bowl of koshari on the table in the kitchen and brought some fresh fruit too. Marik sat down and the began to eat.
Hikari Ryu: Hey peeps! I know, my story sucked. If you did like it, please R&R ^_^ Yami Hiryuu: She has writers' block ==right now so she'll probably update in a few days. No flames please!