Tahirah: Whew... that was some... chapter hehe
Marik: eh?... wha?....
Tahirah: Oh forget you...
Isis: What's going on?
Tahirah: Marik is too caught up with his dirty novel... i can't believe it... you've already read that
thing over a million times!
Marik: Oh Tahirah... hush yourself....
Bakura: Can't we all just get along?
*Yami Bakura jumps in*
Yami Bakura: Hey every one!
Everyone: *Looks at Yami Bakura weird...*
Yami Bakura: What?
Isis: *shakes head* *sigh*
Bakura: can we please move on? i really want to get chapter four done!
Marik: calm yourself down! we will!!
Tahirah: Then on with it!! *Points finger forward*
Hey if I have any grammar mistakes... sorry! plz forgive me.. i hope u like this though... :)
-=- Chapter 5 Just a Dream-=-
Tahirah woke up screaming like a crazed maniac. Marik's eyes shot open with alertness as he heard her. When he sat up, he saw that her hair was drenched with sweat, her eyes were wide with fear. It took Marik a second to realize that she was still screaming.
"Tahirah...!" he tried to yell over her piercing voice. "Tahirah!!!" he yelled again with his ears covered this time.
"(screaming)"
"TAHIRAH!" She finally stopped. Now she was breathing very hard.
"Tahirah... are you... ok?" he asked as he hesitantly put a trembling hand to her shoulder. She looked at him, and before he could touch her, she backed away from him quickly, causing her to fall backwards off the bed. Marik gasped for fear that she might have hurt herself.
"S.. St-stay away from m-me!" she stammered as she backed onto a wall.
"Tahirah, are you ok? I think you just had a dream..." he said softly. She had to think about it for a while, and after realizing that he was right, she plopped on her side, relieved.
"Damn..." Tahirah started, panting hardly. "That was some dream then..."
"Tahirah... of course it must have been some dream. You woke up with a scream that could break glass some million miles away from here." he exaggerated.
"I... I'm so sorry Marik... That dream though... it was... it felt so real... but you..." Tahirah paused, not wanting to remember what she had seen in her mind, but couldn't help it. "...you... you..." though she began to cry uncontrollably, she put her face in her hands to contain the noise. All she could remember was her brother's Yami, then Marik killing her. Nothing else but that at the moment.
"Tahirah... what? What is it?" he asked as he walked over to her with the silk blanket. He lifted her up and wrapped the blanket around her cold body. Her crying subsided a little as she continued.
"Marik you..." she paused once more, then continued, "You killed me." He looked down at the floor in disbelief.
"Tahirah I..." Marik tried to speak, but he was lost for words. Instead, he held Tahirah even tighter. Why would she have such a dream about... him killing... no. He didn't want to think of it anymore. All he wanted to think about was his love, and that she was now alright...
Half an hour had passed since the two have sat there. All Marik did for that whole half hour was try and comfort Tahirah. But nothing would help. Instead, he just told her that it was alright and to just cry everything out. She felt like an idiot, crying and not being able to stop when she was asked to. But Marik, he wanted her to cry. He wanted her to because he knew it would make her feel better, and she liked that about him. He cared about her feelings. She knew she would never find another guy like him around. Marik looked down at her resting form. Now she was half asleep, mumbling something he couldn't understand. He just smiled and closed his own eyes for two seconds.
Suddenly realizing it was getting late, Marik picked Tahirah up and carried her into bed. As soon as he laid her down, she peacefully fell asleep. He smiled at her peaceful appearance and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Putting himself in bed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Next Morning*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tahirah's sight was blinded as the bright sun greeted her. The warm beams of the blazing star warmed her face and body, making her forget her nightmare and smile with joy. When she sat up, she found Marik right next to her. He was sprawled in the strangest position she had seen him in and had drool on the side of his face. Giving a faint laugh, she took a corner of the blanket and wiped his mouth. He stirred a little, but remained asleep. Tahirah let another smile cross her lips before she hopped out of bed to get ready for the day.
When she looked in the mirror, she was horrified at what she saw. She must have cried really bad last night because all her make up had run down her face and her eyes looked like someone had just hit her really hard. Shrugging it off, she decided to take a hot shower and maybe ease the tension off her body.
Tahirah stripped off her clothes and stretched her arms up a little before she got in. As soon as she did, she could have sworn she was in heaven. The hot water on her back felt so nice. She began to laugh for no reason, probably because she was feeling good. Now she was half asleep under the running water just savoring the comfort the running water gave her.
Soon she got out and became disappointed when she saw the towel sitting on top of the bathroom counter. Tahirah had accidentaly picked up one of Marik's 'small' towels.
'He really needs to get bigger towels... arghh.. why that.... ACKKK!' she yelled mentally.
Well she didn't plan on running across to the other side of the room naked and make a fool of herself infront of Marik. She grabbed the small towel and tried her best to wrap it around her dripping body.
'Ahh... Ra... why why why ME.' She opened the bedroom door only to find Marik sitting on the bed, his back facing her. 'Heh... probably just woke up.'
Tahirah walked to the bed and jumped on it, startling Marik and making him fall forward. She just laughed and layed her towel wrapped body on the soft velvet sheets watching him recover. When he looked up to see what had scared him, he smiled at the sight he saw.
"Hello Tahirah..." he said in one of his low, seductive voices. She shivered a little, but laughed it off in her head.
'Hehe... she's only in a towel...' he mischeviously thought. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed towards her. The position they both were in was so familiar to Tahirah, but since she couldn't remember anything about it, she shrugged it off.
As he moved towards her, she slowly moved back. But suddely Marik felt so weak. He soon realized that Malik was trying to come out. He had tried to supress him, but Malik had grown stornger ober the past four years that he remained dormant. So stront that he had alrady broken through the mental barrier Marik had created. Marik's hair spiked up and his eyes became more sadistic as the Millenium symbol glowed on his head.
All Tahirah could do was look in horror. She had known about his Yami, and how he fougn him night and day, but she never knew that Malik would break throught so easily this time.
"Hello Tahirah." Malik began in that deep, frightening voice. She only sat in fear as he used Marik's body to continue to crawl over her towel wrapped body. Tahirah trembled wearily.
"Please... d-don't-" she heard him cut her off.
"Shhh... It's going to be alright." he said putting a finger to her lips. She was becoming more frightened then ever.
Suddenly she felt he mouth being deboured by another. Then a tongue prying her mouth open for her sweet taste. Not being able to hold her mouth closed, she gave in, and to her surprise she began kissing Malik back.
Malik's hands moved from her shoulders to her firm breasts. She could feel his hands now grazing along her soft skin as the moved lower. Her head suddenly shot back in pain as he inserted one of his fingers inside of her.
"Mmmm... a virgin..." he moaned to himself, but Tahirah heard him and became even more frightened of what crazy things he would do to her. "Don't worry... It'll be alright..." he cooed to her. She squeezed his muscular shoulders, trying to suck up the pain that moved through her.
"If you can't take this, then you can't take what's coming up." he snapped suddenly. "But then again, why do I care..." she heard him say as he roughly added in two more fingers. Tahirah arched her back in agony, then came to a slow rest as Malik slowly moved all three fingers in and out of her. Now she was more relaxed. Malik removed his fingers from her and began to unzip his pants.
'Tahirah... why can't you fight back...' she mentally scowled at herself.
A sharp jolt of pain shot through her like she was hit at once on all parts of her body. He had finally taken what he had wanted ever since Marik and Tahirah had met each other... her virginity.
He started to roughly move his member in and out of her frail body, not caring if she was hurting or not. Tahirah screamed with agony present in her voice, but this only pleased Malik. Soon he was going at a faster pace, tearing her from the inside out. She knew he wouldn't stop, so she gave in once more, and knowing she didn't have a choice in this, she moaned his name so faintly.
"....Malik..." He heard her and began to push even harder then before.
"Yes... that's what I want to hear. Scream it!" he yelled to her.
"Marik.." she moaned his name at a normal tone now.
"With more feeling!" The pleasure he was giving her was unbearable. She didn't want to, but she had to let everything out, somehow. Now she was close to her climax, as was Malik.
"Malik!!!! Oh!..RA!!!" she finally screamed. Tahirah finally reached her peak with the dark and arched her back as she felt his large member move faster with each thrust he gave her.
"Yes! That's it! I want to hear you scream my name!" he yelled violently.
"Ohhh..." he finally collapsed on top of Tahirah and layed his tired body upon hers. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. Malik propped himself up a little to only give Tahirah another kiss. This time, it was passionate and lustful. She could only kiss the evil side of Marik back, and now tears were forming in her eyes as they broke the kiss and they remained closed. Malik noticed this and held her face softly as he wiped a tear with his thumb. He kissed her once more and embraced her tightly. She could feel his body materializing under her hold, and when she looked up, it was Marik. She only looked up, then rested her head on his strong chest once more.
"I'm so sorry, Tahirah..." was all he could say as he held her to him. "I never meant for it to be that way..."
Tahirah quickly fell asleep from the exhaustion Malik had put upon her. Marik only held her while he played with her long silver locks putting himself down for not being able to hold Malik back.
'Why couldn't I hold him back? Why did she have to go through that? It's... all... It's all my...-' he heard his Yami cut him off.
/Of course it is your fault. You couldn't hold me back and protect your dear Tahirah. You saw... she enjoyed every single minute of what I gave her./
'Shut up! I don't know what the hell is wrong with you! You just had to come out and screw things up for me! You fucking piece of dick!'
/Ah-Ah... Temper temper.../ Malik teased.
'You... you watch... I'll be sure Ra comes down and pulls you out of me... literally...'
/Like he can even do that.../
'Fuck off you brat!' And Marik cut the link off completely. He was angry at his Yami (why wouldn't he be), and most of all, himself. Too much thinking... soon Marik's eyelids became heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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"What is this place?" he thought out loud.
"I can hear myself thinking?!" he thought out once again. "No point in trying to keep my thoughts to myself then..."
Marik walked around for a while in the dark Egyptian marketplace. People were still walking around buying, so it was quite crowded.
"This is so weird." he said. He walked on for a while and came across a familiar figure. Sharp, spike tipped hair, silver as the moon with piercing eyes were revealed under the flame of a glowing torch.
"Hey. It's you... that little guys-"
"Yami... yes..." he answere cutting him off. "So what are you doing here?" Marik asked.
"I am a tombrobber of Egypt you fool. What else would I be doing here?" he suddenly snapped.
"Psh... SorrY!" and with that said the blonde walked away.
Walking , walking, walking... that's all it seemed he was going... He pased by stands with exotic birds, exotic oils, and a whore house. The women practically almost jumped on him.
"Ahh get away you filthy whores!" he screamed out. "Oops. Forgot I can only think out loud."
Another few mintues of walking, he came across a crowded spot with loud music and dancing in a few little corners. "I forgot they do this every Saturday night in Egypt. Heh."
Marik zig zagged through idfferent people. He happened to be passing by a dark alley when he heard moaning coming from the darkness covering the area. The moaning was of pleasure though, not pain. He thought it was strange because whenever you heard something like that, someone was being raped. He decided to check it out but, obiously not butt in what wasn't his business. Another odd ting was the moaning voice. It sounded so familiar, but why? As he neared the two shadows, his eyes widened at the scene that was unfolded before him.
"Tahirah...?" Her face shown in the light, was sweaty. Her eyes were lightly closed while sweat dripped upon them. Her silver locks were now soaked with sweat as well with some tendrils of hair stuck to her face. She was breathing hoarsely.
"What the fuck?" was all that came out of Marik's mouth, which remained open in surprise, betrayal, and disgust.
The faceless figure that was thrusting violently into her stopped moving, but continued panting as it turned to face Marik. An evil, sadistic chuckle came from the shadow. He seemed to be removing himself from Tahirah because now she was trying to recompose herself of their activity. She snatched a white robe from the ground and quicky wrapped it around her as she stood there as if waiting for something exciting to happen. The dark figure stepped into the light cast by the moon, and Marik took a step back in horror.
"Shit... YOU! What are you-" he was quickly cut off.
"What? Can't I have any fun with your little Tahirah? She seems to be having fun with me as well..." Malik bragged.
"Tahirah... don't tell me that all of this is true..." he looked at her with a worried expression.
"Marik... I-" she stopped herself for a second, then continued, "What... what he said." Tahirah finished.
Marik was about to turn away when she grabbed his arm. He looked at her hand, then up at her. His lavender eyes, now a hard amethyst stare, laid themselves upon her disgustedly. He yanked his arm out of her grip.
"Leave me... you disgusting..." he paused. Was she really what he was about to say? It didn't matter. "Whore."
Tahiriah was taken back by this. Just because she happened to have some of her fun with his Yami didn't mean that he had to be such a jerk. Wasn't his Yami a part of him anyways? So what if they fucked!
"Fine then. You jerk!-"
"-Jerk! Jerk? You watch! You watch what will happen to you if you continue this!" he snapped suddenly. He saw Tahirah twitch as he screamed. "I'm scared for you Tahirah... don't turn into one of those women right there." He pointed out of the alley to the light that cast upon women all over Yami Bakura. But he seemed to be protesting against their needs. Will all of that said, he walked away, but heard his Yami speak.
"Too bad I've taken her spirit. No wonder why she had no feelings when I went back into my soul room. Her virginity is her spirit, and I have it. I have it all..." he closed with a maniac laugh.
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"SHIT!" was the first thing he said when he woke up. The white-blondish boy sat straight up in bed. Remeniscing about his dream, he looked down to his side to find Tahirah sleeping peacefully, but she began to stirr. Probably because of his 'SHIT' when he woke up, but she remained asleep.
"That... was one dream I don't intend on having again." he spoke to himself as he got out of bed and raised an eyebrow. Her spirit... What the... Was his Yami being for real? Ahh... Whatever. Tahirah is fine...
'Don't you worry Marik.' he reassured himself.
He got up from bed and got in the shower, which was pretty quick. (Sorry for all you fan girls, no time to be so detailed about his body... i feel the same.. lol.) He was rubbing his head back and forth with a towel in attempt to dry it even just a little of his hair when he looked at the bed and noticed it's vacancy.
"Tahirah?" he yelled. 'Hmm... strange... I was only five minutes... she probably wants to scare me.' he thought smiling. The situation was, though, ironic.
The dark skinned Epytian walked down the fine oak steps, still wrapped in his towel, only to find Tahirah in the guest bathroom, dressed. She had on her favorite white collared shirt on with a short black pleated skirt and black, strappy four inch heels. Marik was shocked, yet pleased at the sight he saw. What he was wondering though, was where she was off to... She seemed to be rushing as she applied the last of her eyeliner and lipgloss. She observed herself one last time and gave a pleased smile as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Oh! Marik... goodmoring!" she said hurriedly. "Oh Oh Oh... gotta go..." she muttered wearily.
"Tahirah where are you going?" Marik asked curiously. It wasn't like her to be rushy like this, and everytime Marik was in a towel, she would most likely jump on him.
"Ahhh I've got an appointment somewhere and here and there and..." she ranted on and on about having appointments in thirteen different salons.
"Oh yeah and.. Marik?"
"Huh?"
"You wanna go dancing tonight?" she finally stopped and breathed.
"Uh sure-"
"Great!" she cut him off with a smile. "I'll be home at 7:00 tonight and we can leave at 8:00!" she screamed as she hastily walked out the door. "Bye Marik! Love you sweety! Bye! Muah!" and it closed with a loud slam. He winced at the sound, then stood there dumbfounded.
'Uh...'
Realizing he was procrastinating just by standing there, he turned around with many things running through his mind. He was worried about Tahirah. Why was she acting so strangely? What's with all of her 'appointments'?
'And what's up with her wanting to go dancing all of the sudden? The last time I saw her dance was our Junior dance, but since then she's never asked to go out anymore...'
As soon as he reached his room, he plopped on the large bed and closed his eyes, just remembering the first day that they met. That first day he saw her, he wouldn't admit how much he wanted her in his life, but she made him think otherwise.
Tahirah: Well? Wadda ya thinka that?
Marik: Yeah, IshtarGirl only revised six kajillion times!
Bakura: Aww... i wasn't in this chapter!!!!!
Marik: You'll be in the next one *cough* --not
Bakura: *growling* why you...
Tahirah: Bakura! Stop it!
Isis: Oh.. You two...-THREE!..*sigh*
Tahirah: whatever... can we please move on?
Marik: yeah I really wanna get to the next chapter... and it's been like... 2 weeks since the last
chapter was posted...!!
Isis: Ok! Moving on!!!!! -------
Marik: eh?... wha?....
Tahirah: Oh forget you...
Isis: What's going on?
Tahirah: Marik is too caught up with his dirty novel... i can't believe it... you've already read that
thing over a million times!
Marik: Oh Tahirah... hush yourself....
Bakura: Can't we all just get along?
*Yami Bakura jumps in*
Yami Bakura: Hey every one!
Everyone: *Looks at Yami Bakura weird...*
Yami Bakura: What?
Isis: *shakes head* *sigh*
Bakura: can we please move on? i really want to get chapter four done!
Marik: calm yourself down! we will!!
Tahirah: Then on with it!! *Points finger forward*
Hey if I have any grammar mistakes... sorry! plz forgive me.. i hope u like this though... :)
-=- Chapter 5 Just a Dream-=-
Tahirah woke up screaming like a crazed maniac. Marik's eyes shot open with alertness as he heard her. When he sat up, he saw that her hair was drenched with sweat, her eyes were wide with fear. It took Marik a second to realize that she was still screaming.
"Tahirah...!" he tried to yell over her piercing voice. "Tahirah!!!" he yelled again with his ears covered this time.
"(screaming)"
"TAHIRAH!" She finally stopped. Now she was breathing very hard.
"Tahirah... are you... ok?" he asked as he hesitantly put a trembling hand to her shoulder. She looked at him, and before he could touch her, she backed away from him quickly, causing her to fall backwards off the bed. Marik gasped for fear that she might have hurt herself.
"S.. St-stay away from m-me!" she stammered as she backed onto a wall.
"Tahirah, are you ok? I think you just had a dream..." he said softly. She had to think about it for a while, and after realizing that he was right, she plopped on her side, relieved.
"Damn..." Tahirah started, panting hardly. "That was some dream then..."
"Tahirah... of course it must have been some dream. You woke up with a scream that could break glass some million miles away from here." he exaggerated.
"I... I'm so sorry Marik... That dream though... it was... it felt so real... but you..." Tahirah paused, not wanting to remember what she had seen in her mind, but couldn't help it. "...you... you..." though she began to cry uncontrollably, she put her face in her hands to contain the noise. All she could remember was her brother's Yami, then Marik killing her. Nothing else but that at the moment.
"Tahirah... what? What is it?" he asked as he walked over to her with the silk blanket. He lifted her up and wrapped the blanket around her cold body. Her crying subsided a little as she continued.
"Marik you..." she paused once more, then continued, "You killed me." He looked down at the floor in disbelief.
"Tahirah I..." Marik tried to speak, but he was lost for words. Instead, he held Tahirah even tighter. Why would she have such a dream about... him killing... no. He didn't want to think of it anymore. All he wanted to think about was his love, and that she was now alright...
Half an hour had passed since the two have sat there. All Marik did for that whole half hour was try and comfort Tahirah. But nothing would help. Instead, he just told her that it was alright and to just cry everything out. She felt like an idiot, crying and not being able to stop when she was asked to. But Marik, he wanted her to cry. He wanted her to because he knew it would make her feel better, and she liked that about him. He cared about her feelings. She knew she would never find another guy like him around. Marik looked down at her resting form. Now she was half asleep, mumbling something he couldn't understand. He just smiled and closed his own eyes for two seconds.
Suddenly realizing it was getting late, Marik picked Tahirah up and carried her into bed. As soon as he laid her down, she peacefully fell asleep. He smiled at her peaceful appearance and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Putting himself in bed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The Next Morning*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tahirah's sight was blinded as the bright sun greeted her. The warm beams of the blazing star warmed her face and body, making her forget her nightmare and smile with joy. When she sat up, she found Marik right next to her. He was sprawled in the strangest position she had seen him in and had drool on the side of his face. Giving a faint laugh, she took a corner of the blanket and wiped his mouth. He stirred a little, but remained asleep. Tahirah let another smile cross her lips before she hopped out of bed to get ready for the day.
When she looked in the mirror, she was horrified at what she saw. She must have cried really bad last night because all her make up had run down her face and her eyes looked like someone had just hit her really hard. Shrugging it off, she decided to take a hot shower and maybe ease the tension off her body.
Tahirah stripped off her clothes and stretched her arms up a little before she got in. As soon as she did, she could have sworn she was in heaven. The hot water on her back felt so nice. She began to laugh for no reason, probably because she was feeling good. Now she was half asleep under the running water just savoring the comfort the running water gave her.
Soon she got out and became disappointed when she saw the towel sitting on top of the bathroom counter. Tahirah had accidentaly picked up one of Marik's 'small' towels.
'He really needs to get bigger towels... arghh.. why that.... ACKKK!' she yelled mentally.
Well she didn't plan on running across to the other side of the room naked and make a fool of herself infront of Marik. She grabbed the small towel and tried her best to wrap it around her dripping body.
'Ahh... Ra... why why why ME.' She opened the bedroom door only to find Marik sitting on the bed, his back facing her. 'Heh... probably just woke up.'
Tahirah walked to the bed and jumped on it, startling Marik and making him fall forward. She just laughed and layed her towel wrapped body on the soft velvet sheets watching him recover. When he looked up to see what had scared him, he smiled at the sight he saw.
"Hello Tahirah..." he said in one of his low, seductive voices. She shivered a little, but laughed it off in her head.
'Hehe... she's only in a towel...' he mischeviously thought. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed towards her. The position they both were in was so familiar to Tahirah, but since she couldn't remember anything about it, she shrugged it off.
As he moved towards her, she slowly moved back. But suddely Marik felt so weak. He soon realized that Malik was trying to come out. He had tried to supress him, but Malik had grown stornger ober the past four years that he remained dormant. So stront that he had alrady broken through the mental barrier Marik had created. Marik's hair spiked up and his eyes became more sadistic as the Millenium symbol glowed on his head.
All Tahirah could do was look in horror. She had known about his Yami, and how he fougn him night and day, but she never knew that Malik would break throught so easily this time.
"Hello Tahirah." Malik began in that deep, frightening voice. She only sat in fear as he used Marik's body to continue to crawl over her towel wrapped body. Tahirah trembled wearily.
"Please... d-don't-" she heard him cut her off.
"Shhh... It's going to be alright." he said putting a finger to her lips. She was becoming more frightened then ever.
Suddenly she felt he mouth being deboured by another. Then a tongue prying her mouth open for her sweet taste. Not being able to hold her mouth closed, she gave in, and to her surprise she began kissing Malik back.
Malik's hands moved from her shoulders to her firm breasts. She could feel his hands now grazing along her soft skin as the moved lower. Her head suddenly shot back in pain as he inserted one of his fingers inside of her.
"Mmmm... a virgin..." he moaned to himself, but Tahirah heard him and became even more frightened of what crazy things he would do to her. "Don't worry... It'll be alright..." he cooed to her. She squeezed his muscular shoulders, trying to suck up the pain that moved through her.
"If you can't take this, then you can't take what's coming up." he snapped suddenly. "But then again, why do I care..." she heard him say as he roughly added in two more fingers. Tahirah arched her back in agony, then came to a slow rest as Malik slowly moved all three fingers in and out of her. Now she was more relaxed. Malik removed his fingers from her and began to unzip his pants.
'Tahirah... why can't you fight back...' she mentally scowled at herself.
A sharp jolt of pain shot through her like she was hit at once on all parts of her body. He had finally taken what he had wanted ever since Marik and Tahirah had met each other... her virginity.
He started to roughly move his member in and out of her frail body, not caring if she was hurting or not. Tahirah screamed with agony present in her voice, but this only pleased Malik. Soon he was going at a faster pace, tearing her from the inside out. She knew he wouldn't stop, so she gave in once more, and knowing she didn't have a choice in this, she moaned his name so faintly.
"....Malik..." He heard her and began to push even harder then before.
"Yes... that's what I want to hear. Scream it!" he yelled to her.
"Marik.." she moaned his name at a normal tone now.
"With more feeling!" The pleasure he was giving her was unbearable. She didn't want to, but she had to let everything out, somehow. Now she was close to her climax, as was Malik.
"Malik!!!! Oh!..RA!!!" she finally screamed. Tahirah finally reached her peak with the dark and arched her back as she felt his large member move faster with each thrust he gave her.
"Yes! That's it! I want to hear you scream my name!" he yelled violently.
"Ohhh..." he finally collapsed on top of Tahirah and layed his tired body upon hers. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. Malik propped himself up a little to only give Tahirah another kiss. This time, it was passionate and lustful. She could only kiss the evil side of Marik back, and now tears were forming in her eyes as they broke the kiss and they remained closed. Malik noticed this and held her face softly as he wiped a tear with his thumb. He kissed her once more and embraced her tightly. She could feel his body materializing under her hold, and when she looked up, it was Marik. She only looked up, then rested her head on his strong chest once more.
"I'm so sorry, Tahirah..." was all he could say as he held her to him. "I never meant for it to be that way..."
Tahirah quickly fell asleep from the exhaustion Malik had put upon her. Marik only held her while he played with her long silver locks putting himself down for not being able to hold Malik back.
'Why couldn't I hold him back? Why did she have to go through that? It's... all... It's all my...-' he heard his Yami cut him off.
/Of course it is your fault. You couldn't hold me back and protect your dear Tahirah. You saw... she enjoyed every single minute of what I gave her./
'Shut up! I don't know what the hell is wrong with you! You just had to come out and screw things up for me! You fucking piece of dick!'
/Ah-Ah... Temper temper.../ Malik teased.
'You... you watch... I'll be sure Ra comes down and pulls you out of me... literally...'
/Like he can even do that.../
'Fuck off you brat!' And Marik cut the link off completely. He was angry at his Yami (why wouldn't he be), and most of all, himself. Too much thinking... soon Marik's eyelids became heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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"What is this place?" he thought out loud.
"I can hear myself thinking?!" he thought out once again. "No point in trying to keep my thoughts to myself then..."
Marik walked around for a while in the dark Egyptian marketplace. People were still walking around buying, so it was quite crowded.
"This is so weird." he said. He walked on for a while and came across a familiar figure. Sharp, spike tipped hair, silver as the moon with piercing eyes were revealed under the flame of a glowing torch.
"Hey. It's you... that little guys-"
"Yami... yes..." he answere cutting him off. "So what are you doing here?" Marik asked.
"I am a tombrobber of Egypt you fool. What else would I be doing here?" he suddenly snapped.
"Psh... SorrY!" and with that said the blonde walked away.
Walking , walking, walking... that's all it seemed he was going... He pased by stands with exotic birds, exotic oils, and a whore house. The women practically almost jumped on him.
"Ahh get away you filthy whores!" he screamed out. "Oops. Forgot I can only think out loud."
Another few mintues of walking, he came across a crowded spot with loud music and dancing in a few little corners. "I forgot they do this every Saturday night in Egypt. Heh."
Marik zig zagged through idfferent people. He happened to be passing by a dark alley when he heard moaning coming from the darkness covering the area. The moaning was of pleasure though, not pain. He thought it was strange because whenever you heard something like that, someone was being raped. He decided to check it out but, obiously not butt in what wasn't his business. Another odd ting was the moaning voice. It sounded so familiar, but why? As he neared the two shadows, his eyes widened at the scene that was unfolded before him.
"Tahirah...?" Her face shown in the light, was sweaty. Her eyes were lightly closed while sweat dripped upon them. Her silver locks were now soaked with sweat as well with some tendrils of hair stuck to her face. She was breathing hoarsely.
"What the fuck?" was all that came out of Marik's mouth, which remained open in surprise, betrayal, and disgust.
The faceless figure that was thrusting violently into her stopped moving, but continued panting as it turned to face Marik. An evil, sadistic chuckle came from the shadow. He seemed to be removing himself from Tahirah because now she was trying to recompose herself of their activity. She snatched a white robe from the ground and quicky wrapped it around her as she stood there as if waiting for something exciting to happen. The dark figure stepped into the light cast by the moon, and Marik took a step back in horror.
"Shit... YOU! What are you-" he was quickly cut off.
"What? Can't I have any fun with your little Tahirah? She seems to be having fun with me as well..." Malik bragged.
"Tahirah... don't tell me that all of this is true..." he looked at her with a worried expression.
"Marik... I-" she stopped herself for a second, then continued, "What... what he said." Tahirah finished.
Marik was about to turn away when she grabbed his arm. He looked at her hand, then up at her. His lavender eyes, now a hard amethyst stare, laid themselves upon her disgustedly. He yanked his arm out of her grip.
"Leave me... you disgusting..." he paused. Was she really what he was about to say? It didn't matter. "Whore."
Tahiriah was taken back by this. Just because she happened to have some of her fun with his Yami didn't mean that he had to be such a jerk. Wasn't his Yami a part of him anyways? So what if they fucked!
"Fine then. You jerk!-"
"-Jerk! Jerk? You watch! You watch what will happen to you if you continue this!" he snapped suddenly. He saw Tahirah twitch as he screamed. "I'm scared for you Tahirah... don't turn into one of those women right there." He pointed out of the alley to the light that cast upon women all over Yami Bakura. But he seemed to be protesting against their needs. Will all of that said, he walked away, but heard his Yami speak.
"Too bad I've taken her spirit. No wonder why she had no feelings when I went back into my soul room. Her virginity is her spirit, and I have it. I have it all..." he closed with a maniac laugh.
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"SHIT!" was the first thing he said when he woke up. The white-blondish boy sat straight up in bed. Remeniscing about his dream, he looked down to his side to find Tahirah sleeping peacefully, but she began to stirr. Probably because of his 'SHIT' when he woke up, but she remained asleep.
"That... was one dream I don't intend on having again." he spoke to himself as he got out of bed and raised an eyebrow. Her spirit... What the... Was his Yami being for real? Ahh... Whatever. Tahirah is fine...
'Don't you worry Marik.' he reassured himself.
He got up from bed and got in the shower, which was pretty quick. (Sorry for all you fan girls, no time to be so detailed about his body... i feel the same.. lol.) He was rubbing his head back and forth with a towel in attempt to dry it even just a little of his hair when he looked at the bed and noticed it's vacancy.
"Tahirah?" he yelled. 'Hmm... strange... I was only five minutes... she probably wants to scare me.' he thought smiling. The situation was, though, ironic.
The dark skinned Epytian walked down the fine oak steps, still wrapped in his towel, only to find Tahirah in the guest bathroom, dressed. She had on her favorite white collared shirt on with a short black pleated skirt and black, strappy four inch heels. Marik was shocked, yet pleased at the sight he saw. What he was wondering though, was where she was off to... She seemed to be rushing as she applied the last of her eyeliner and lipgloss. She observed herself one last time and gave a pleased smile as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Oh! Marik... goodmoring!" she said hurriedly. "Oh Oh Oh... gotta go..." she muttered wearily.
"Tahirah where are you going?" Marik asked curiously. It wasn't like her to be rushy like this, and everytime Marik was in a towel, she would most likely jump on him.
"Ahhh I've got an appointment somewhere and here and there and..." she ranted on and on about having appointments in thirteen different salons.
"Oh yeah and.. Marik?"
"Huh?"
"You wanna go dancing tonight?" she finally stopped and breathed.
"Uh sure-"
"Great!" she cut him off with a smile. "I'll be home at 7:00 tonight and we can leave at 8:00!" she screamed as she hastily walked out the door. "Bye Marik! Love you sweety! Bye! Muah!" and it closed with a loud slam. He winced at the sound, then stood there dumbfounded.
'Uh...'
Realizing he was procrastinating just by standing there, he turned around with many things running through his mind. He was worried about Tahirah. Why was she acting so strangely? What's with all of her 'appointments'?
'And what's up with her wanting to go dancing all of the sudden? The last time I saw her dance was our Junior dance, but since then she's never asked to go out anymore...'
As soon as he reached his room, he plopped on the large bed and closed his eyes, just remembering the first day that they met. That first day he saw her, he wouldn't admit how much he wanted her in his life, but she made him think otherwise.
Tahirah: Well? Wadda ya thinka that?
Marik: Yeah, IshtarGirl only revised six kajillion times!
Bakura: Aww... i wasn't in this chapter!!!!!
Marik: You'll be in the next one *cough* --not
Bakura: *growling* why you...
Tahirah: Bakura! Stop it!
Isis: Oh.. You two...-THREE!..*sigh*
Tahirah: whatever... can we please move on?
Marik: yeah I really wanna get to the next chapter... and it's been like... 2 weeks since the last
chapter was posted...!!
Isis: Ok! Moving on!!!!! -------