Tahirah:...*Sigh*...*Yawn*
Marik: Hmm?
Tahirah: What. I just yawned.
Marik: Oh.. *smirks then laughs a little*
Tahirah: *smacks Marik*
Marikh: *dodges her hand* haha!!!
Tahirah: errr... Hey Marik look! whats on your shoulder? *points at shoulder*
Marik: huh? *looks at shoulder*
Tahirah: *smacks Marik and doesn't miss* gotcha!!
Marik: *head still turned to side from slap* errrrrr!!! Malik!!!!
Isis: *covers Marik's mouth while he sceams n squirms* oh no you don't!
Bakura: *sigh* anyways... Ishtar Girl doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If you think she owns Yu-Gi-Oh! then you must be drunk..
Tahirah: Yes.... but she owns... ME! :) *jumps up and down clapping hands*
Isis: *still trying to get Marik to contain himself* dear Ra! Marik! stop it!
Marik: (muffled screams under Isis's hand) *her hand slips off* ah... MALIK!!!
Bakura and Tahira: *sigh* On with the story....
-=-Chapter 2: Alone at Home-=-
Isis led the way to her Egyptian style bedroom. Tahirah was amazed at the decorations and artifacts that draped around the shelves and tables. The two women finally stopped at a golden door at the end of the room. Isis pushed it open and it revealed all kinds of Egyptian clothing and jewlery. Tahirah's eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen a closet so full of... clothes clothes and more clothes!
"Ooh! Wow! Where did you get all of this?" she asked as she carefully filed through the clothes hanging up.
"Oh... things left behind from the family I guess. When we moved in I just found all of this here." Isis explained.
"I see. Does Marik have a closet full of clothes like this?" Tahira asked. Isis giggled at the question.
"Yes, he does. He rarley uses any of the clothes in there though. Only when he will be home for a long period. That Marik... he likes to keep it modern around here." she finished smiling.
"I see." Tahirah said.
A while later, Isis began cursing in Egyptian something about not being able to find a stupid outfit good enough for Tahirah. She simply giggled and waited patiently. Isis finally broke out of the closet with a dress and a bunch of jewelry.
The dress composed of 2 pieces: a short, cream colored strapless dress. And then there was another long sleeve dress that went over the shorter one. It had a similar color, only it was longer and see through, and it went over the shorter one. Tahira slipped it on and observed herself in the mirror. The outfit gave off her curves, and although the neckline was really low, she didn't mind as long as she looked good. Not that she wanted to impress Marik or anything, Tahirah just admired the outfit.
Isis gave her a golden necklack with the Millenium Eye on it (not a millenium item!) and two golden arm cuffs. She also placed earrings on both ears identical to Marik's. With a little golden eyeshadow here and there, some blush, mascara, and a bit of clear lip gloss, Tahira looked like a real Egyptian princess. She was just assuming that Isis wanted to have fun with her since it seemed that she rarley used her own make up, and she didn't mind.
Isis then took her silver waist length hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. She pulled out a few hairs in the front and gave her an exotic look. When Tahira looked at the mirror, she was shocked at what she saw. She never thought that she could look this good, but then shrugged it off. Isis allowed her to keep her heels since the dress was a little long. After all that eh-ehm.. 'hard' work, she took Tahira downstairs to get something to eat.
Marik was checking the stocks for Kaiba Corp. to make fun of it if it was down. When he looked up, he found Tahira leaning on a wall with her arms crossed, green eyes staring hard into lavender ones. He stood up and walked over to her.
Tahirah could no longer keep this up and her stone cold expression turned into a sunny smile followed by a hard laugh. It was hard for her to try and keep a straight face with Marik around because he made her so happy.
"Tahirah..." His voice was full of desire.
"Yes...? Marik?" she answered with a smile.
'Fucking Ra I think I'm gonna die... why is she so beautiful... '
Marik wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her close, so close that not even air could pass between them. His free hand curled under her chin and he stared deep into her forest eyes. Tahira had one hand on his chest while the other played with the hair on the nape of his neck. Slowly, he pulled her face closer to his as he closed his eyes. Within seconds their lips met and locked in a forceful, but lustful kiss.
Their tongues glided and dance as Marik tasted her sweet walls, not wanting to leave anything untouched. Tahirah began to playfully ran her tongue across Marik's bottom lip. When she finished she gave him a sly smile. He picked her up and gave her a quick kiss before setting her down on the kitchen counter.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he trailed butterfly kisses from her neck to her collar bone. When she leaned her head back though, she accidentaly knocked over a bottle of chocolate syrup. Marik looked up to see what was falling, but it was too late. All of the contents of the bottle had splattered all over his face, neck, and shirt. Tahirah was quite amused and covered her mouth to try and hide her smile.
"Eh-ehm... yes. Very funny..." he said annoyed as he reached for his neck to wipe some off. She grabbed his wrist and placed it back on her hips, and he watched as her mouth curved into an evil but sexy smirk. Before he could say anything, he felt a wet, hot tongu e run along his neck. Tahirah had begun to clean off the sweet liquid off his skin.
Marik put his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure. The feeling of her velvet lips on his tanned skin sent a shock up his spine, making him shiver a bit. After Tahirha had completed her 'cleaning', they looked each other straight in the eye, then began to laugh for not being able to hold a gaze.
"Ahh..." Tahirah sighed.
"What is it?" Marik asked softly.
"Oh nothing really." she answered looking at him. She took her self off the kitchen counter and paced around for a minute. Seeing that Marik had his back turned to her, she became mischevious and decided to play around a little.In a split second she was already on his back, sending him crashing to the floor. Tahirah took hold of his arms and pinned them above his head while she sat on his back. Marik winced a little because her hold on his arms was so hard, but he knew this was just another one of her charming antics.
"I want to have some fun with you tonight. Ok?" she whispered in his ear.
Marik was relieved when he felt the weight rise off of him. Not that she was heavy, she was just literally holding herself down so that he wouldn't go anywhere. He remained on the floor propped himself up on his elbows as he watched her take down a whole glass of water.
"Love, would you help me up please?" Marik asked trying to hide the smirk that pulled on his lips.
"Ok then." she said as she put her glass down.
When she reached down to grab his hand, she wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Making sure he had a good grip on her hand, he pulled her down then wrapped his arms around her. He turned her over so that now she was under him. Tahirah just squirmed around to try and get out of his grip, but failed.
"Arrghh... MARIK! Get off!" she yelled. Her pleas only made smile with pleasure.
"Haha... Guess what?" he teased.
"What!?." she replied rolling her eyes.
"I think I want to have some fun with you tonight as well." he whispered into her ear as she had done to him. She gave him a strange look then for some reason, spat in his face.
"Ahhh!" Marik said wiping his face. "What was that for?"
"Oh... I'm just beginning the fun that I'm going to have with you." she said dusting herself off. She gave him an evil grin and left the room.
Marik stood there dazed, almost as if Armagedon was upon the world, trying to figure out what happened. After hearing Tahirah call him to stop stalling, he ran out of the kitchen as well and followed behind her.
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Bakura awoke with a shadow cast on him. He wondered what it was, but when he opened his eyes all the way, he became a little anxious. He wondred why his Yami was shooting him that evil glare, but Bakura knew that the next few mintues of his life would be hell.
Yami Bakura picked Bakura up by his collar with surprising strength. He began to squirm helplessly under his hold, but it only amused Yami Bakura.
"Can I ask where Tahirah has run off to?" Yami Bakura asked in an irritated tone.
"I don't know where she is! I went to look for her about an hour ago!" he choked out. "What do you want with her?!" he tried to yell.
"Hmm... Let's just say... She's a virgin. And I like virgins." Yami Bakura said with a smirk. Bakura's eyes widened with fear for his younger sister.
"You better not touch her!"
"Hmph! Try and stop my you pathetic mortal!" he said as he threw him against a wall.
Bakura lay on his side for a second, then propped himself up on his elbows in attempt to get up. Yami Bakura had already begun to walk towards him. He must have kicked him really hard, because Bakura felt the air pass through him. His head began to spin uncontrollably. The dark took one last look at him, sneering at the poor boy. With one last kick, he left him unconcious.
**In Bakura's head**
He felt a hard hit against his head before he came here. But where was... here? Everywhere Bakura looked, there was black. Left, black, right, black, behind him, black. Black everywhere!
'Where the hell am I?!" he mentally screamed in anxiety. 'Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?' he yelled countless times. Suddenly he heard a very familiar voice tell him to shut the fuck up. The voice filled him with fear as a chill ran up his spine. Slowly he turned around only to see his Yami glowing with a dark purple aura on the other side of the abyss.
Bakura attempted to see if he could speak normally, and was successful.
"Where the hell am I? Why are you here with me as well?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Will you shut the fuck up already? And stop asking questions!" Yami Bakura yelled with a closed fist. Bakura's annoyance was getting to him.
"Then where am I?" he asked once more.
"Hmm hmm..." He chuckled a little. "You... you little pathetic human. You have much to learn about the beyond..." he trailed off for a moment then continued.
"You're in the Shadow Realm you fool!" he said with a maniac laugh.
"What? But... how?" He wondered how this could be if he was only unconscious.
"..Hahaha... You think you're just unconscious!" Bakura's eyes widened. Could he read his mind?
'Duh you little brat! In the Shadow Realm, anything is possible!... For me... that is... hahahaha...' Yami Bakura had answered his question and thought it was best not to think about anything he wouldn't want his dark to find out about.
"I am uncounscious!" Bakura yelled.
"Oh but that's were you're wrong!" he laughed even harder.
"What then...?" he crossed his arms.
"...Hahaha...Sad to say... but you're in a coma!"
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~At the Mansion~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Tahirah lay on a seperate couch from Marik. After today, she became exhausted with tickling Marik, and he had become tired and quickly fell asleep. Turning her head to the left, she realized that she had never been more happy in her life than to be with her only true love. But thinking about it made her feel guilty about what she had said to Bakura. She knew the only way they could resolve this was if she apologized to him and get permission to date Marik. The apology part was easy... but... the other part. How was that going to come out of her?
Due to her thinking out loud, Marik awoke from his forty minute nap. Still a little groggy, he kept his eyes shut, but mumbled something in Egyptian about needing more food. She giggled a bit at his silliness. She walked over to him, and when she got there, she kneeled on the floor and lay her head down next to his. Gazing upon his closed eyes, she breathed hard on purpose so that he would wake up. When he did wake up, his eyes met with hers, and he gave her a smile.
"Pleasant dream?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Of course... only of you, that is." Tahirah smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. They talked about some things for a while, then Marik decided he would go get some water. Tahirah nodded and let him go.
Thinking that he had already left the room, Tahirah brought her hands to her head in frustration and opened her mouth to let out a silent growl. She paced back and forth wondering how she should ask Bakura for permission. Now she was deciding against it. When she turned around, she found Marik looking at her in an odd way. He slowly made his way to her and looked her straight in the eye. Tahirah was embarrassed and wanted to cry.
"You didn't see anything right?" He just continued to stare. "Please tell me you didn't see anythi-"
"Tahirah, are you ok?" Marik asked gripping onto her shoulders.
"Marik..." she sighed, "Do you know why I came here?"
"Only the obvious reason?" he guessed smiling. Tahirah smiled back, but the smile faded as she began to speak again. She pulled his hands off her shoulders and held them in her own.
"Well yes, that's one of the reasons... But... I...-"
"What?... What is it Tahirah?" he asked once more, his grip tightening on her hands. But before she could finish, they were interrupted by a voice Marik was getting tired of listening to.
"Hello little children!" Isis called in a preppy voice. Marik noticed she was dressed to go somewhere, and that she had 3 bags in her hands.
"Hey! Where do you think you are going?!" Marik questioned with jealousy. He really wanted to get out of the house.
"I'm going to Egypt because the idiots there need my knowledge of the Millenium Items. I''ll be back in a month." she answered.
"A damn MONTH? Well may Ra help you then!" he screamed with his arms crossed and chin up. "Oh... wait! How are you getting there?!"
"I'm taking one of Kaiba's jets. And watch your profanity around women Marik! See you in a month!" Isis finished. She gave Marik a kiss on the cheek, which he tried to wipe off, and gave Tahirah a big hug. Now they were left alone in the isolated house.
Not knowing what to do, Marik picked up Tahirah and brought her upstairs.
Bakura: Tahira you're so stubborn...
Tahirah: Now I'm mad!
Marik: Let's all get along now...
Isis: One would only expect that to come out of the mouth of some psycopath mind enslaving being... How pathetic...
Marik: It's obviously a 'figure of speech' Isis!
Isis: Whatever...
Marik: ARGHHH...
Bakura: *sigh*... on with the story...
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Marik: Hmm?
Tahirah: What. I just yawned.
Marik: Oh.. *smirks then laughs a little*
Tahirah: *smacks Marik*
Marikh: *dodges her hand* haha!!!
Tahirah: errr... Hey Marik look! whats on your shoulder? *points at shoulder*
Marik: huh? *looks at shoulder*
Tahirah: *smacks Marik and doesn't miss* gotcha!!
Marik: *head still turned to side from slap* errrrrr!!! Malik!!!!
Isis: *covers Marik's mouth while he sceams n squirms* oh no you don't!
Bakura: *sigh* anyways... Ishtar Girl doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If you think she owns Yu-Gi-Oh! then you must be drunk..
Tahirah: Yes.... but she owns... ME! :) *jumps up and down clapping hands*
Isis: *still trying to get Marik to contain himself* dear Ra! Marik! stop it!
Marik: (muffled screams under Isis's hand) *her hand slips off* ah... MALIK!!!
Bakura and Tahira: *sigh* On with the story....
-=-Chapter 2: Alone at Home-=-
Isis led the way to her Egyptian style bedroom. Tahirah was amazed at the decorations and artifacts that draped around the shelves and tables. The two women finally stopped at a golden door at the end of the room. Isis pushed it open and it revealed all kinds of Egyptian clothing and jewlery. Tahirah's eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen a closet so full of... clothes clothes and more clothes!
"Ooh! Wow! Where did you get all of this?" she asked as she carefully filed through the clothes hanging up.
"Oh... things left behind from the family I guess. When we moved in I just found all of this here." Isis explained.
"I see. Does Marik have a closet full of clothes like this?" Tahira asked. Isis giggled at the question.
"Yes, he does. He rarley uses any of the clothes in there though. Only when he will be home for a long period. That Marik... he likes to keep it modern around here." she finished smiling.
"I see." Tahirah said.
A while later, Isis began cursing in Egyptian something about not being able to find a stupid outfit good enough for Tahirah. She simply giggled and waited patiently. Isis finally broke out of the closet with a dress and a bunch of jewelry.
The dress composed of 2 pieces: a short, cream colored strapless dress. And then there was another long sleeve dress that went over the shorter one. It had a similar color, only it was longer and see through, and it went over the shorter one. Tahira slipped it on and observed herself in the mirror. The outfit gave off her curves, and although the neckline was really low, she didn't mind as long as she looked good. Not that she wanted to impress Marik or anything, Tahirah just admired the outfit.
Isis gave her a golden necklack with the Millenium Eye on it (not a millenium item!) and two golden arm cuffs. She also placed earrings on both ears identical to Marik's. With a little golden eyeshadow here and there, some blush, mascara, and a bit of clear lip gloss, Tahira looked like a real Egyptian princess. She was just assuming that Isis wanted to have fun with her since it seemed that she rarley used her own make up, and she didn't mind.
Isis then took her silver waist length hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. She pulled out a few hairs in the front and gave her an exotic look. When Tahira looked at the mirror, she was shocked at what she saw. She never thought that she could look this good, but then shrugged it off. Isis allowed her to keep her heels since the dress was a little long. After all that eh-ehm.. 'hard' work, she took Tahira downstairs to get something to eat.
Marik was checking the stocks for Kaiba Corp. to make fun of it if it was down. When he looked up, he found Tahira leaning on a wall with her arms crossed, green eyes staring hard into lavender ones. He stood up and walked over to her.
Tahirah could no longer keep this up and her stone cold expression turned into a sunny smile followed by a hard laugh. It was hard for her to try and keep a straight face with Marik around because he made her so happy.
"Tahirah..." His voice was full of desire.
"Yes...? Marik?" she answered with a smile.
'Fucking Ra I think I'm gonna die... why is she so beautiful... '
Marik wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her close, so close that not even air could pass between them. His free hand curled under her chin and he stared deep into her forest eyes. Tahira had one hand on his chest while the other played with the hair on the nape of his neck. Slowly, he pulled her face closer to his as he closed his eyes. Within seconds their lips met and locked in a forceful, but lustful kiss.
Their tongues glided and dance as Marik tasted her sweet walls, not wanting to leave anything untouched. Tahirah began to playfully ran her tongue across Marik's bottom lip. When she finished she gave him a sly smile. He picked her up and gave her a quick kiss before setting her down on the kitchen counter.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he trailed butterfly kisses from her neck to her collar bone. When she leaned her head back though, she accidentaly knocked over a bottle of chocolate syrup. Marik looked up to see what was falling, but it was too late. All of the contents of the bottle had splattered all over his face, neck, and shirt. Tahirah was quite amused and covered her mouth to try and hide her smile.
"Eh-ehm... yes. Very funny..." he said annoyed as he reached for his neck to wipe some off. She grabbed his wrist and placed it back on her hips, and he watched as her mouth curved into an evil but sexy smirk. Before he could say anything, he felt a wet, hot tongu e run along his neck. Tahirah had begun to clean off the sweet liquid off his skin.
Marik put his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure. The feeling of her velvet lips on his tanned skin sent a shock up his spine, making him shiver a bit. After Tahirha had completed her 'cleaning', they looked each other straight in the eye, then began to laugh for not being able to hold a gaze.
"Ahh..." Tahirah sighed.
"What is it?" Marik asked softly.
"Oh nothing really." she answered looking at him. She took her self off the kitchen counter and paced around for a minute. Seeing that Marik had his back turned to her, she became mischevious and decided to play around a little.In a split second she was already on his back, sending him crashing to the floor. Tahirah took hold of his arms and pinned them above his head while she sat on his back. Marik winced a little because her hold on his arms was so hard, but he knew this was just another one of her charming antics.
"I want to have some fun with you tonight. Ok?" she whispered in his ear.
Marik was relieved when he felt the weight rise off of him. Not that she was heavy, she was just literally holding herself down so that he wouldn't go anywhere. He remained on the floor propped himself up on his elbows as he watched her take down a whole glass of water.
"Love, would you help me up please?" Marik asked trying to hide the smirk that pulled on his lips.
"Ok then." she said as she put her glass down.
When she reached down to grab his hand, she wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Making sure he had a good grip on her hand, he pulled her down then wrapped his arms around her. He turned her over so that now she was under him. Tahirah just squirmed around to try and get out of his grip, but failed.
"Arrghh... MARIK! Get off!" she yelled. Her pleas only made smile with pleasure.
"Haha... Guess what?" he teased.
"What!?." she replied rolling her eyes.
"I think I want to have some fun with you tonight as well." he whispered into her ear as she had done to him. She gave him a strange look then for some reason, spat in his face.
"Ahhh!" Marik said wiping his face. "What was that for?"
"Oh... I'm just beginning the fun that I'm going to have with you." she said dusting herself off. She gave him an evil grin and left the room.
Marik stood there dazed, almost as if Armagedon was upon the world, trying to figure out what happened. After hearing Tahirah call him to stop stalling, he ran out of the kitchen as well and followed behind her.
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Bakura awoke with a shadow cast on him. He wondered what it was, but when he opened his eyes all the way, he became a little anxious. He wondred why his Yami was shooting him that evil glare, but Bakura knew that the next few mintues of his life would be hell.
Yami Bakura picked Bakura up by his collar with surprising strength. He began to squirm helplessly under his hold, but it only amused Yami Bakura.
"Can I ask where Tahirah has run off to?" Yami Bakura asked in an irritated tone.
"I don't know where she is! I went to look for her about an hour ago!" he choked out. "What do you want with her?!" he tried to yell.
"Hmm... Let's just say... She's a virgin. And I like virgins." Yami Bakura said with a smirk. Bakura's eyes widened with fear for his younger sister.
"You better not touch her!"
"Hmph! Try and stop my you pathetic mortal!" he said as he threw him against a wall.
Bakura lay on his side for a second, then propped himself up on his elbows in attempt to get up. Yami Bakura had already begun to walk towards him. He must have kicked him really hard, because Bakura felt the air pass through him. His head began to spin uncontrollably. The dark took one last look at him, sneering at the poor boy. With one last kick, he left him unconcious.
**In Bakura's head**
He felt a hard hit against his head before he came here. But where was... here? Everywhere Bakura looked, there was black. Left, black, right, black, behind him, black. Black everywhere!
'Where the hell am I?!" he mentally screamed in anxiety. 'Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?' he yelled countless times. Suddenly he heard a very familiar voice tell him to shut the fuck up. The voice filled him with fear as a chill ran up his spine. Slowly he turned around only to see his Yami glowing with a dark purple aura on the other side of the abyss.
Bakura attempted to see if he could speak normally, and was successful.
"Where the hell am I? Why are you here with me as well?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Will you shut the fuck up already? And stop asking questions!" Yami Bakura yelled with a closed fist. Bakura's annoyance was getting to him.
"Then where am I?" he asked once more.
"Hmm hmm..." He chuckled a little. "You... you little pathetic human. You have much to learn about the beyond..." he trailed off for a moment then continued.
"You're in the Shadow Realm you fool!" he said with a maniac laugh.
"What? But... how?" He wondered how this could be if he was only unconscious.
"..Hahaha... You think you're just unconscious!" Bakura's eyes widened. Could he read his mind?
'Duh you little brat! In the Shadow Realm, anything is possible!... For me... that is... hahahaha...' Yami Bakura had answered his question and thought it was best not to think about anything he wouldn't want his dark to find out about.
"I am uncounscious!" Bakura yelled.
"Oh but that's were you're wrong!" he laughed even harder.
"What then...?" he crossed his arms.
"...Hahaha...Sad to say... but you're in a coma!"
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~At the Mansion~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Tahirah lay on a seperate couch from Marik. After today, she became exhausted with tickling Marik, and he had become tired and quickly fell asleep. Turning her head to the left, she realized that she had never been more happy in her life than to be with her only true love. But thinking about it made her feel guilty about what she had said to Bakura. She knew the only way they could resolve this was if she apologized to him and get permission to date Marik. The apology part was easy... but... the other part. How was that going to come out of her?
Due to her thinking out loud, Marik awoke from his forty minute nap. Still a little groggy, he kept his eyes shut, but mumbled something in Egyptian about needing more food. She giggled a bit at his silliness. She walked over to him, and when she got there, she kneeled on the floor and lay her head down next to his. Gazing upon his closed eyes, she breathed hard on purpose so that he would wake up. When he did wake up, his eyes met with hers, and he gave her a smile.
"Pleasant dream?" she asked in a playful tone.
"Of course... only of you, that is." Tahirah smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. They talked about some things for a while, then Marik decided he would go get some water. Tahirah nodded and let him go.
Thinking that he had already left the room, Tahirah brought her hands to her head in frustration and opened her mouth to let out a silent growl. She paced back and forth wondering how she should ask Bakura for permission. Now she was deciding against it. When she turned around, she found Marik looking at her in an odd way. He slowly made his way to her and looked her straight in the eye. Tahirah was embarrassed and wanted to cry.
"You didn't see anything right?" He just continued to stare. "Please tell me you didn't see anythi-"
"Tahirah, are you ok?" Marik asked gripping onto her shoulders.
"Marik..." she sighed, "Do you know why I came here?"
"Only the obvious reason?" he guessed smiling. Tahirah smiled back, but the smile faded as she began to speak again. She pulled his hands off her shoulders and held them in her own.
"Well yes, that's one of the reasons... But... I...-"
"What?... What is it Tahirah?" he asked once more, his grip tightening on her hands. But before she could finish, they were interrupted by a voice Marik was getting tired of listening to.
"Hello little children!" Isis called in a preppy voice. Marik noticed she was dressed to go somewhere, and that she had 3 bags in her hands.
"Hey! Where do you think you are going?!" Marik questioned with jealousy. He really wanted to get out of the house.
"I'm going to Egypt because the idiots there need my knowledge of the Millenium Items. I''ll be back in a month." she answered.
"A damn MONTH? Well may Ra help you then!" he screamed with his arms crossed and chin up. "Oh... wait! How are you getting there?!"
"I'm taking one of Kaiba's jets. And watch your profanity around women Marik! See you in a month!" Isis finished. She gave Marik a kiss on the cheek, which he tried to wipe off, and gave Tahirah a big hug. Now they were left alone in the isolated house.
Not knowing what to do, Marik picked up Tahirah and brought her upstairs.
Bakura: Tahira you're so stubborn...
Tahirah: Now I'm mad!
Marik: Let's all get along now...
Isis: One would only expect that to come out of the mouth of some psycopath mind enslaving being... How pathetic...
Marik: It's obviously a 'figure of speech' Isis!
Isis: Whatever...
Marik: ARGHHH...
Bakura: *sigh*... on with the story...
IG804: one word... rewritten! :) ^_~