Isis: I'm so damn exhausted from putting that make-up all over you!
Tahirah: Yeh.. whatever... you did a good job though *giggles*
Isis: *chuckles* ok then whatever you say
Tahirah: HMMM.... revised story eh? And my name is spelled right hehe!
Marik: ...*quietly* whatever
Tahirah: I really have a decent name... don't I guys..... *smiles*
Marik: where's Bakura?
Bakura: *head shoots up from his arms* huh??? whoo.. calllled meehh? *drops head back down*
Tahirah: No one answered my question!!!!! *eyes tear up*
Marik: By Ra... Tahriah don't cry! Please?! and someone wake Bakura up!!!
Isis: Enough! Get on with this story!!!
-=-Chapter 3-=-
The bright sun flooded the room like a sparkling river. Tahirah awoke to the light of the sun and the sweet smell of the fresh air. Realizing she was no longer in Marik's bedroom, she sat up slowly to observe her surroundings.
She noticed that she was in an Ancient Egyptian palace. Looking down, she saw that the floor was made of a beautiful black marble, and looking up, the ceiling was lined with scriptures engraved into gold. Tahirah was quite amazed at what she was seeing. And she thought for a moment to figure out if this whole thing was real or not. After looking around, she stood up. Turning her head from one shoulder to the other, she found a door. She walked over to it and went through.
There was a bright light at first, but then it faded and her eyes were exposed to day. Outside, mothers were telling their kids to be careful out playing. Fathers were either working or leaving for work. Young women where just looking around, helping out, or caring for the babies. Young men were either socializing about one day becoming a guard in the palace, checking out the young women, or jus lagging around trying to beat the heat.
The childern were playing around, chasing each other. But there was one child in particular with blonde hair, dark skin, and the most beautiful lavender eyes she had ever seen. The boy was sitting under a tree, just relaxing with his eyes closed. Tahirah wondered why he wasn't playing like all the other kids, so she decided to go over to give him some company.
He seemed to be meditating, but as if he knew she were approaching him, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to face Tahirah. She was in shock that is eyes were like that of Marik's, only his were big, bright, and they were sparkling with joy. He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Hi." Tahirah began.
"Hi." the young boy answered back with a glittering stare. She melted inside at the sight of his mesmerizing gaze, just they way she felt when she first met Marik.
"What's your name?" she continued, head tilted to the side.
"I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar." he told her. She froze in surprise to find out that he was Marik Ishtar. No he really couldn't be the Marik she knew... could it? How was this possible?
"Really... Marik is it? It's nice to meet you. My name is Tahirah." she said holding out her hand to him. He gratefully took it into a firm grip and took her by surprise.
"Hello Tahirah. It's nice to meet you too." he said calmly, then continued, "You have very pretty eyes Tahirah." he said in such an adorable voice.
"Oh well thank you Marik!"
"You're welcome Tahirah." little Marik replied smiling.
"Say... how old are you?" Tahirah asked.
"Oh me? I'm ten years old."
"Oh? Well you know what? You're a very cute and adorable ten year old Marik." she said putting an arm around his small shoulders. Marik giggled.
"How old are you?" he asked with such charm.
"I'm sixteen years old." she answered.
"Wow. It must be cool to be older... You get to do alot more." he replied with much delight.
"Well don't you worry because, one day, you'll be older just like me." Tahirah explained as she poked his nose playfully. Then Marik, being the kid he was, tried his best to catch her hand. After about two minutes of this silly game, Marik gave up and collapsed on the ground laughing. Tahira kneeled down next to him and tickled him a bit. Then she heard someone call his name.
"Marik! Come have some food now!... Marik Ishtar!"
He gazed at Tahirah for a moment, then she motioned him to go over to his mother. He ran off and she took a small glance at his mother. She gave her a smile and she smiled back. Turning around, she decided to walk around more and become famaliar with her surroundings. A moment later, she heard a sort of familiar voice call out to her.
"Hey!"
She turned around to see an older boy who looked just like the younger Marik run up to her. He looked about 16 years old.
"Me?"
"Of course you..."
She was a little hesitant, and the boy could tell, so he decided to give her some comfort and joined her in her little walk.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Tahirah." she replied.
"Tahirah... That's a beautiful name." Tahirah turned her head to roll her eyes at his comment.
"Thanks... I guess... what's yours?"
"Me? I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar."
Tahira stopped walking and turned to him. What was going on?
"Wait... but..."
She turned around from where she was walking and saw that she was no longer in the villiage. When she turned back around, the older Marik was now clothed in Egyptian style clothing and had a lot of jewelry and a band on his forehead with the millenium eye on it. She noticed that she had new clothes which were Egyptian style and had a lot of fancy jewelry on her as well. She looked at Marik with a puzzled expression.
"What... just... happened?" she stammered. This was reallly getting weird.
"Hmm? What could you possibly be talking about?" he asked tilting his head a bit.
"Nevermind." she said shaking her head.
"Alright then. Come with me." he said holding out his arm. Though she had no idea what was happening around her, she gracefully took it and followed him.
"Uh so what's the occassion?" she asked.
"Haha. Tahirah, you can be silly at times.... today is my sixteenth birthday and... but..." he trailed off and hung his head. His sixteenth birthday?
"What...? What is it?"
"I have to get the Scriptures of the Gods on..." he said wearily. Tahirah didn't here the on part, so Marik thought that she didn't want to bother asking 'on what?'
"Oh I don't think it will be that bad. Don't worry... I'll be right here by your side." What in the world was she talking about? She didn't even know what she was saying.
"Thank you Tahirah." he smiled. He cupped her chin and gave her a small kiss.
In a matter of mintues, her surroundings changed and he was now holding her hand very tightly. He was sitting on a low stool with his elbows resting on his thighs. He looked terrified.
"What happens now?" Tahirah asked.
"Just wait and watch." he answered in a trembling voice. His grip suddenly tightened on her hand as his gaze turned upwards. Tahirah turned around to see a man with tatoos on his face wiping off a small but sharp knife with a dark velvet cloth. She wondered what it was for, but she knew it wasn't for the best.
"Hey what.. what are you going to do with that-" Her voice was cut off when Marik spoke.
"Tahirah! N... No... it's ok..." She looked at him angrily. Why was he letting this man cut him up? And as if he read her mind, Marik explained.
"I have to get the Scriptures of the Gods... carved..." He winced at the word. "...into me."
"But why?"
"It's required that in my family, on my sixteenth birthday, I must have a way of remembering the prophecies. Instead of studying, I chose this... I chose to go through pain to remember. It would be easier..."
Tahirah couldn't understand why he didn't just study the scriptures...
The man knelt behind Marik, and Marik let his head hang very low and loosely as he shut his eyes tightly with fear. The man held the knife to his skin for a moment, then asked if he was ready. He took one last look into Tahira's eyes. She could see the fear in his eyes so clearly. Marik nodded sincerely, then put his head back down to where it was.
As the man pushed the point of the knife into Marik's skin, he surprised the Tahirah by holding his scream in. Didn't it hurt him at all?
He merely grunted while clenching his teeth. But as soon as the knife was driven down his back, he couldn't take it anymore. Marik let out an awfully loud and painful scream. Tahirah put her head down to try and keep the scream from reaching her ears, but it didn't help.
His grip on her hand was so tight, she thought it would fall apart if he let go. Suddenly she heard her name.
"....T-Tahira.." Tears almost came out of her eyes as she watched the waterfall he created flow down his face. "...Marik..."
It had now been 2 hours since he had been cut into. After all that screaming and shouting, Marik was relieved to be out of hell. He had a towel soaked with blood on his back. Tahirah held him tight as he heavily rested his head on her shouder. Her dress was soaked with his sweat, tears, and blood, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that Marik was well. She leaned her head back on the wall and closed her eyes for a second. Once again she heard her name.
"Tahirah." It was Marik's voice. She opened her eyes, but instead of looking down to observe him, she looked up to find him standing infront of her in modern day clothes. Something was definetely going on and she wanted to know what it was.
"Marik... wha-... where did you come... What's going on?" She was becoming angry with the situation. She thought maybe that she was just out of her mind.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said shaking his head with an innocent smile. She put both of her arms on her head as if covering her ears, and shook it violently. She released her head and now she was back home at the Ishtar Mansion in Domino City.
"What's going on!?" she asked once more, anger even more present in her trembling voice.
She looked at Marik for a moment and noticed a faint curve on his lip. He was about to smirk.
"And what could possibly be funny at this time!?" Tahirah yelled. Suddenly Marik burst out lauging like a maniac.
"What could possibly be so funny?!"
"You have alot to learn... you pathetic fool!" he said between a laugh. Why was he acting this way? She thought he had quit using the Millenium Rod!
Tahirah turned around and grabbed her head once more. She turned so that her back was facing him. Why was this going on? When she turned to face Marik again, he was gone, but she could still here his crazy laugh.
Once again she turned the opposite way, then back. But when she turned for the last time, her mouth was covered by an unfamiliar hand and her waist was wrapped in a strong arm. She tried to see who it was, but she couldn't turn her head enough so that she could view her captor. Suddenly a voice spoke. It was deep, dark, and dangerous.
"My dear, dear Tahirah..." the voice said.
"(muffled cries)"
"(maniac laugh) You don't remember me I see?" He let go of her and then threw her on the floor. Her surroundings were even more frightening. And she soon realized that she was in the Shadow Realm.
"Let GO--Oof!" She hit the floor hard. Propping herself on her hands and knees, she looked up to the one speaking and gasped. Was that Bakura?
"Bakura...?" Her eyes were wide. "But how...-" He cut her off with *sigh... lol* yet... another maniac laugh.
"Bakura? Bakura is not here. And I, the infamous tombrobber, am certainly not Bakura! Phh... Not by Ra..." he said curling his fingers and observing them as a woman would to check her nails.
"WHO ARE YOU THEN?" she screamed with forming tears. He looked at her, then sneered.
"Since I am just merely a spirit of Bakura's ring, I'm known as 'Yami' Bakura... and I own your brother's body as well." he finished with an evil smile.
"Ok well.. now I don't care who the hell you are! Why am I here with YOU?!" she yelled. Yami Bakura walked to her and bent down to her level. He then lowered himself and began to crawl towards her. What a weirdo... she thought.
As he inched closer to her, she realized what he was going to do to her. Tahirah tried to move back, but couldn't. She was too scared to even do anything. Yami Bakura's body was now over hers, his face inches from hers. She could feel his soft breath against her skin and shivered.
All of the sudden, she felt warm lips on hers. Tahirah closed her eyes, too scared to see what was going on. A wet tongue found its way into her mouth and began to taste her sweet walls. Although she wasn't liking one bit of this, she gave in to the seduction she was being pulled into. She could feel Yami Bakura's arm wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer to his body. Not knowing why, she loved the feeling of his body on top of hers as he laid her down.
The kissing became more violent as it turned into a war for dominance. Yami Bakura's hot tongue ran from her mouth down to her neck where he began to leave kisses all over. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her skin.
"Ow! What the hell..." she moaned out loud. He looked up for a moment and she saw that there was blood running down his mouth. She raised her hand to feel where it was coming from, but Yami Bakura grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.
"Hmph... I'm deciding that I want to have some fun with you." he said. A look of fear crossed Tahirah's face. But before she could do anything, her words were blocked by Yami Bakura's mouth upon hers once more.
In the shortest amount of time, they were both now stripped down to their bare bodies. Tahirah was still wondering how all of this could be happening, but her thoughts were interrupted when a searing pain shot through her entire body.
She felt hard thrusts hit her with each breath, and she was in shock. Yami Bakura was obviously not going to be easy on her. Instead of the pain subsiding into pleasure, it became more painful to Tahirah as he moved in and out of her each time. To her relief, the thrusting stopped and he collapsed on top of her.
Yami Bakura had already gotten the pleasure he wanted. After about three minutes, he rose above her, but it wasn't the spirit of the ring... Now it was Marik, and he held a long dagger in his hand.
Tahirah's eyes widened with fear.
"Marik... wha-what are you doing with that thing?" she hesitated.
"I've had my fun... now I just have to finish you off..." His hand slowly lowered and the point of the knife to the center of her bare chest.
"Goodbye Tahirah..." he evily said. And he drove the dagger right through her heart.
Bakura: Ohhhhhh! Noooo!
Marik: Muahahaha am I evil or am I evil.
Isis: *rolls eyes* *sighs*
Tahirah: I should hurt you for that...
Bakura: *sippin on Red Bull* say what?'s happening?
Tahirah: Never mind...
Marik: No one has answered my question...
Tahirah: That's because it's yet to be answered Marik honey...
Marik: *jumps on Tahira and pins her on ground*
Tahirah: arggggh! get the hell off me!!!
Marik: haahahaha!! *tickles her* am I evil or what!!??
Tahirah: *lauging like and idiot* Yes!-haYes-hahaha YEES! hahaha! your so-haha-ooo evil!!! haha!
Isis: Marik Ishtar get the hell off of her! Marik!
Bakura: *sighs* //what's going on?//
Ok how was that? I know I used Yami Bakura's name alot and it's probably annoyng by now... but I was just in a hurry to finish this damn chapter! lol... well I'm done! If you didn't like it then don't say anything to me because i simply dont care!! if u did like it i thank you!!!! and dont forget to leave reviews!!! thanks!! :)
Tahirah: Yeh.. whatever... you did a good job though *giggles*
Isis: *chuckles* ok then whatever you say
Tahirah: HMMM.... revised story eh? And my name is spelled right hehe!
Marik: ...*quietly* whatever
Tahirah: I really have a decent name... don't I guys..... *smiles*
Marik: where's Bakura?
Bakura: *head shoots up from his arms* huh??? whoo.. calllled meehh? *drops head back down*
Tahirah: No one answered my question!!!!! *eyes tear up*
Marik: By Ra... Tahriah don't cry! Please?! and someone wake Bakura up!!!
Isis: Enough! Get on with this story!!!
-=-Chapter 3-=-
The bright sun flooded the room like a sparkling river. Tahirah awoke to the light of the sun and the sweet smell of the fresh air. Realizing she was no longer in Marik's bedroom, she sat up slowly to observe her surroundings.
She noticed that she was in an Ancient Egyptian palace. Looking down, she saw that the floor was made of a beautiful black marble, and looking up, the ceiling was lined with scriptures engraved into gold. Tahirah was quite amazed at what she was seeing. And she thought for a moment to figure out if this whole thing was real or not. After looking around, she stood up. Turning her head from one shoulder to the other, she found a door. She walked over to it and went through.
There was a bright light at first, but then it faded and her eyes were exposed to day. Outside, mothers were telling their kids to be careful out playing. Fathers were either working or leaving for work. Young women where just looking around, helping out, or caring for the babies. Young men were either socializing about one day becoming a guard in the palace, checking out the young women, or jus lagging around trying to beat the heat.
The childern were playing around, chasing each other. But there was one child in particular with blonde hair, dark skin, and the most beautiful lavender eyes she had ever seen. The boy was sitting under a tree, just relaxing with his eyes closed. Tahirah wondered why he wasn't playing like all the other kids, so she decided to go over to give him some company.
He seemed to be meditating, but as if he knew she were approaching him, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to face Tahirah. She was in shock that is eyes were like that of Marik's, only his were big, bright, and they were sparkling with joy. He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Hi." Tahirah began.
"Hi." the young boy answered back with a glittering stare. She melted inside at the sight of his mesmerizing gaze, just they way she felt when she first met Marik.
"What's your name?" she continued, head tilted to the side.
"I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar." he told her. She froze in surprise to find out that he was Marik Ishtar. No he really couldn't be the Marik she knew... could it? How was this possible?
"Really... Marik is it? It's nice to meet you. My name is Tahirah." she said holding out her hand to him. He gratefully took it into a firm grip and took her by surprise.
"Hello Tahirah. It's nice to meet you too." he said calmly, then continued, "You have very pretty eyes Tahirah." he said in such an adorable voice.
"Oh well thank you Marik!"
"You're welcome Tahirah." little Marik replied smiling.
"Say... how old are you?" Tahirah asked.
"Oh me? I'm ten years old."
"Oh? Well you know what? You're a very cute and adorable ten year old Marik." she said putting an arm around his small shoulders. Marik giggled.
"How old are you?" he asked with such charm.
"I'm sixteen years old." she answered.
"Wow. It must be cool to be older... You get to do alot more." he replied with much delight.
"Well don't you worry because, one day, you'll be older just like me." Tahirah explained as she poked his nose playfully. Then Marik, being the kid he was, tried his best to catch her hand. After about two minutes of this silly game, Marik gave up and collapsed on the ground laughing. Tahira kneeled down next to him and tickled him a bit. Then she heard someone call his name.
"Marik! Come have some food now!... Marik Ishtar!"
He gazed at Tahirah for a moment, then she motioned him to go over to his mother. He ran off and she took a small glance at his mother. She gave her a smile and she smiled back. Turning around, she decided to walk around more and become famaliar with her surroundings. A moment later, she heard a sort of familiar voice call out to her.
"Hey!"
She turned around to see an older boy who looked just like the younger Marik run up to her. He looked about 16 years old.
"Me?"
"Of course you..."
She was a little hesitant, and the boy could tell, so he decided to give her some comfort and joined her in her little walk.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Tahirah." she replied.
"Tahirah... That's a beautiful name." Tahirah turned her head to roll her eyes at his comment.
"Thanks... I guess... what's yours?"
"Me? I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar."
Tahira stopped walking and turned to him. What was going on?
"Wait... but..."
She turned around from where she was walking and saw that she was no longer in the villiage. When she turned back around, the older Marik was now clothed in Egyptian style clothing and had a lot of jewelry and a band on his forehead with the millenium eye on it. She noticed that she had new clothes which were Egyptian style and had a lot of fancy jewelry on her as well. She looked at Marik with a puzzled expression.
"What... just... happened?" she stammered. This was reallly getting weird.
"Hmm? What could you possibly be talking about?" he asked tilting his head a bit.
"Nevermind." she said shaking her head.
"Alright then. Come with me." he said holding out his arm. Though she had no idea what was happening around her, she gracefully took it and followed him.
"Uh so what's the occassion?" she asked.
"Haha. Tahirah, you can be silly at times.... today is my sixteenth birthday and... but..." he trailed off and hung his head. His sixteenth birthday?
"What...? What is it?"
"I have to get the Scriptures of the Gods on..." he said wearily. Tahirah didn't here the on part, so Marik thought that she didn't want to bother asking 'on what?'
"Oh I don't think it will be that bad. Don't worry... I'll be right here by your side." What in the world was she talking about? She didn't even know what she was saying.
"Thank you Tahirah." he smiled. He cupped her chin and gave her a small kiss.
In a matter of mintues, her surroundings changed and he was now holding her hand very tightly. He was sitting on a low stool with his elbows resting on his thighs. He looked terrified.
"What happens now?" Tahirah asked.
"Just wait and watch." he answered in a trembling voice. His grip suddenly tightened on her hand as his gaze turned upwards. Tahirah turned around to see a man with tatoos on his face wiping off a small but sharp knife with a dark velvet cloth. She wondered what it was for, but she knew it wasn't for the best.
"Hey what.. what are you going to do with that-" Her voice was cut off when Marik spoke.
"Tahirah! N... No... it's ok..." She looked at him angrily. Why was he letting this man cut him up? And as if he read her mind, Marik explained.
"I have to get the Scriptures of the Gods... carved..." He winced at the word. "...into me."
"But why?"
"It's required that in my family, on my sixteenth birthday, I must have a way of remembering the prophecies. Instead of studying, I chose this... I chose to go through pain to remember. It would be easier..."
Tahirah couldn't understand why he didn't just study the scriptures...
The man knelt behind Marik, and Marik let his head hang very low and loosely as he shut his eyes tightly with fear. The man held the knife to his skin for a moment, then asked if he was ready. He took one last look into Tahira's eyes. She could see the fear in his eyes so clearly. Marik nodded sincerely, then put his head back down to where it was.
As the man pushed the point of the knife into Marik's skin, he surprised the Tahirah by holding his scream in. Didn't it hurt him at all?
He merely grunted while clenching his teeth. But as soon as the knife was driven down his back, he couldn't take it anymore. Marik let out an awfully loud and painful scream. Tahirah put her head down to try and keep the scream from reaching her ears, but it didn't help.
His grip on her hand was so tight, she thought it would fall apart if he let go. Suddenly she heard her name.
"....T-Tahira.." Tears almost came out of her eyes as she watched the waterfall he created flow down his face. "...Marik..."
It had now been 2 hours since he had been cut into. After all that screaming and shouting, Marik was relieved to be out of hell. He had a towel soaked with blood on his back. Tahirah held him tight as he heavily rested his head on her shouder. Her dress was soaked with his sweat, tears, and blood, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that Marik was well. She leaned her head back on the wall and closed her eyes for a second. Once again she heard her name.
"Tahirah." It was Marik's voice. She opened her eyes, but instead of looking down to observe him, she looked up to find him standing infront of her in modern day clothes. Something was definetely going on and she wanted to know what it was.
"Marik... wha-... where did you come... What's going on?" She was becoming angry with the situation. She thought maybe that she was just out of her mind.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said shaking his head with an innocent smile. She put both of her arms on her head as if covering her ears, and shook it violently. She released her head and now she was back home at the Ishtar Mansion in Domino City.
"What's going on!?" she asked once more, anger even more present in her trembling voice.
She looked at Marik for a moment and noticed a faint curve on his lip. He was about to smirk.
"And what could possibly be funny at this time!?" Tahirah yelled. Suddenly Marik burst out lauging like a maniac.
"What could possibly be so funny?!"
"You have alot to learn... you pathetic fool!" he said between a laugh. Why was he acting this way? She thought he had quit using the Millenium Rod!
Tahirah turned around and grabbed her head once more. She turned so that her back was facing him. Why was this going on? When she turned to face Marik again, he was gone, but she could still here his crazy laugh.
Once again she turned the opposite way, then back. But when she turned for the last time, her mouth was covered by an unfamiliar hand and her waist was wrapped in a strong arm. She tried to see who it was, but she couldn't turn her head enough so that she could view her captor. Suddenly a voice spoke. It was deep, dark, and dangerous.
"My dear, dear Tahirah..." the voice said.
"(muffled cries)"
"(maniac laugh) You don't remember me I see?" He let go of her and then threw her on the floor. Her surroundings were even more frightening. And she soon realized that she was in the Shadow Realm.
"Let GO--Oof!" She hit the floor hard. Propping herself on her hands and knees, she looked up to the one speaking and gasped. Was that Bakura?
"Bakura...?" Her eyes were wide. "But how...-" He cut her off with *sigh... lol* yet... another maniac laugh.
"Bakura? Bakura is not here. And I, the infamous tombrobber, am certainly not Bakura! Phh... Not by Ra..." he said curling his fingers and observing them as a woman would to check her nails.
"WHO ARE YOU THEN?" she screamed with forming tears. He looked at her, then sneered.
"Since I am just merely a spirit of Bakura's ring, I'm known as 'Yami' Bakura... and I own your brother's body as well." he finished with an evil smile.
"Ok well.. now I don't care who the hell you are! Why am I here with YOU?!" she yelled. Yami Bakura walked to her and bent down to her level. He then lowered himself and began to crawl towards her. What a weirdo... she thought.
As he inched closer to her, she realized what he was going to do to her. Tahirah tried to move back, but couldn't. She was too scared to even do anything. Yami Bakura's body was now over hers, his face inches from hers. She could feel his soft breath against her skin and shivered.
All of the sudden, she felt warm lips on hers. Tahirah closed her eyes, too scared to see what was going on. A wet tongue found its way into her mouth and began to taste her sweet walls. Although she wasn't liking one bit of this, she gave in to the seduction she was being pulled into. She could feel Yami Bakura's arm wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer to his body. Not knowing why, she loved the feeling of his body on top of hers as he laid her down.
The kissing became more violent as it turned into a war for dominance. Yami Bakura's hot tongue ran from her mouth down to her neck where he began to leave kisses all over. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her skin.
"Ow! What the hell..." she moaned out loud. He looked up for a moment and she saw that there was blood running down his mouth. She raised her hand to feel where it was coming from, but Yami Bakura grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.
"Hmph... I'm deciding that I want to have some fun with you." he said. A look of fear crossed Tahirah's face. But before she could do anything, her words were blocked by Yami Bakura's mouth upon hers once more.
In the shortest amount of time, they were both now stripped down to their bare bodies. Tahirah was still wondering how all of this could be happening, but her thoughts were interrupted when a searing pain shot through her entire body.
She felt hard thrusts hit her with each breath, and she was in shock. Yami Bakura was obviously not going to be easy on her. Instead of the pain subsiding into pleasure, it became more painful to Tahirah as he moved in and out of her each time. To her relief, the thrusting stopped and he collapsed on top of her.
Yami Bakura had already gotten the pleasure he wanted. After about three minutes, he rose above her, but it wasn't the spirit of the ring... Now it was Marik, and he held a long dagger in his hand.
Tahirah's eyes widened with fear.
"Marik... wha-what are you doing with that thing?" she hesitated.
"I've had my fun... now I just have to finish you off..." His hand slowly lowered and the point of the knife to the center of her bare chest.
"Goodbye Tahirah..." he evily said. And he drove the dagger right through her heart.
Bakura: Ohhhhhh! Noooo!
Marik: Muahahaha am I evil or am I evil.
Isis: *rolls eyes* *sighs*
Tahirah: I should hurt you for that...
Bakura: *sippin on Red Bull* say what?'s happening?
Tahirah: Never mind...
Marik: No one has answered my question...
Tahirah: That's because it's yet to be answered Marik honey...
Marik: *jumps on Tahira and pins her on ground*
Tahirah: arggggh! get the hell off me!!!
Marik: haahahaha!! *tickles her* am I evil or what!!??
Tahirah: *lauging like and idiot* Yes!-haYes-hahaha YEES! hahaha! your so-haha-ooo evil!!! haha!
Isis: Marik Ishtar get the hell off of her! Marik!
Bakura: *sighs* //what's going on?//
Ok how was that? I know I used Yami Bakura's name alot and it's probably annoyng by now... but I was just in a hurry to finish this damn chapter! lol... well I'm done! If you didn't like it then don't say anything to me because i simply dont care!! if u did like it i thank you!!!! and dont forget to leave reviews!!! thanks!! :)