Love and Hatred
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******************************Chapter 5: The Scars of Old****************************
Marik walked along the street of Whyte Avenue. The streets were dirty and the area was crowded with people of every age. The sun blazed directly on his face, but he still felt cold. It was much warmer back in Cairo. He'd been walking on the streets of Edmonton for three days now, exploring the city and looking for someone he knew. The Egyptian hoped that his sister or his loyal friend would find him. He didn't know what to do, so Marik decided to stay at his new home and keep his mind slaves for now. Until he knew what to do anyway, plus he wanted to feel something he longed feeling, power.
He heard nothing about the destruction of the gods yet and he was relieved. Marik was glad that the devastation had not begun. Bored and a bit hungry, the new pharaoh decided to entertain himself with some books and afterwards eat his dinner. He squeezed through the crowd until he stood forth his maroon bike. 'Note to self, must buy a scarf.' Marik noted in his mind.
_At the Hospital_
There he was again, the same cloaked man ordering something to three sovereign creatures. Again when he was about to turn, the scenery changed, she was seeing flashes of the parts of the world. Every place she saw seemed so dead, the buildings were crushed and there were children running in the boulevard with no homes or families. Relina twisted her head in every direction but only saw one thing, devastation. 'Is there a war, was there a war?' She questioned herself as she saw despair everywhere. As the things she saw caused her heart to be filled with desolation, from no where she heard a high pitched constant sound. Rel couldn't stand it, so she covered her ears with her hands.
The azure-eyed girl for the first time in three days opened her eyes. The brightness of the room overwhelmed her, so she immediately shut them again.
From out of the blue she heard someone say, "Rel, my baby you're finally alive!" It was her mother.
"Mom? Where am I?" She looked around and for the first time realized that she lay in a room she hated being in. Memories of the past gushed in her head. She began to panic.
The man wearing a white coat unplugged the machine that indicated her heart rate, he then optimistically said, "Well you won't be needing this anymore! You can leave today, your healing is unbelievable."
Rel began to breathe heavily; she loathed every second she was in the room, "Mom get me out of here, please!"
"Hold on dear, you're father has to sign some insurance papers before they can let you go."
"Mom, you know I don't like being here."
"Honey, sometimes we have to put aside our past and move on." Relina's mother said it softly and reassuringly.
She replied with a sigh then proceeded to ask, "So I need crutches, eh?" The cast surrounding her left knee gave it away.
"Yes, but don't worry not for long."
"Mom."
"Yes Relina."
"Don't ever bring me here." Rel closed her eyes again as her mother stroked her peach hair. She remembered why she hated being at the hospital so much…
_Flashback_
Relina remembered being very active and athletic girl when she was a toddler. Her hair was always tied back, making a cute pony tail. She was eleven years old. Rel was quite short for her age, but she had tremendous speed. She would always runaway from a tough time, but that day the young Canadian didn't run from her problems, but for a race. Her parents were there in the side cheering her hard, and to her surprise so was Willis.
"On your mark!" The man to start the race warned. Relina like a true little athlete prepared like they did on television.
"Get set!" She raised her hips, as did the others that raced against her.
"Go!" The girl with the peach mane leaped forward as she began to run her 400 meters heat. She gave it her all, hoping that somehow she could pass in the forth place position she was currently in. 200 meters passed and Relina really began to use beyond what she had. 150 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters…she couldn't run any further. Her legs shivered in lack of oxygen, she gave too much of her, too much. She was loosing her balance; everyone had finished except her. Rel tried to walk to the finish line, but she couldn't. Her body was failing her; she couldn't hold herself up. Soon she couldn't breathe, nor walk, nor stand, nor stay awake. Her parents ran to their daughter after they saw her collapse hard onto the crimson field.
The next day Relina was at the hospital, she eavesdropped on her parents and doctor's conversation. She remembered hearing the man covered in white say, "You're daughter is suffering from liver failure. It doesn't seem to function properly, she needs a new liver."
"What can we do to get a new liver as soon as possible?"
"There's a long list, many are waiting already." The doctor said this as he hinted that money could do it.
"How much do you want?" Rel heard her father say, feeling his wrath.
Before the doctor replied her mother began, "Wait, what about insurance?"
The doctor's voice was low but Rel could hear, "It isn't nearly enough. The transplant costs around 150,000 dollars."
That's all she heard, 'What's a transplant?" She asked herself in her mind. She wouldn't get that new liver until three months. Rel kept in mind when her father had to quit his job. They told him, they would give the money but never will they ever tolerate such high demands. He had to leave; the only reason they gave him the money was because of the many years he served in the corporation.
_Kaiba corp. Airport_
Kaiba spun Joey around and held the blonde's blue collar aggressively, "Listen, you're still a dog to me, but as much as I hate to say it you're the best duelist other than me right now. I have a plan to take Marik's most powerful god card, and I need your help."
"Anything for my buddy."
Kaiba released him slowly, "All right, you'll be representing me when you duel him. He will have to find a representative for himself as well. I want you to promise be that you will win Winged Dragon of Ra!"
"Nothing will make me feel better than to beat him in a duel."
"Good, I'll cooperate with you for now, until this is all over of course." Kaiba proceeded to his flight, Joey following him.
Anzu came rushing and Bakura was not far behind. "Wait up Joey!" The boy with silver hair panted.
"Anzu! Bakura! Glad you guyz made it on time!" Joey closed his eyes and smiled lightly.
"Thanks for letting me come guys." Bakura said as he bowed down to catch his breath.
"No problem." Then they headed into the Kaiba Corp. airplane.
"Damn, Kaiba is rich." Joey whispered.
_At the hospital_
During the operation Relina remembered as the surgeons gassed her to sleep. Her mother told her that they injected some painkillers, a lot of it too. Though at first they worked, as time passed Rel began to feel the pain. How? She didn't know, but there was so much of it. She wanted to die, but she couldn't. Why was fate so cruel to her? Why was it making her feel so much agony? Young Relina tried to move, but she couldn't, she was asleep. Yet even if she was in slumber, the young girl still felt it, through every muscle she had. Pain jolted up and down her spine, but she just wouldn't pass away. When they put pressure on her liver she felt as her blood began flowing the other direction, then proceeding back to it's original path. It was like someone was torturing you to say something, but you couldn't say anything because you couldn't talk. In the movies where they would whip you, then burn you, and then throw sand just for their amusement. It was like a never endless beating. It was like it went on forever…
_Present_
Her father entered the room and cheerfully announced, "All right Relina, we can go!"
The doctor from behind presented two wooden crutches, "You'll be needing this for about a week. Oh and I almost forgot to mention your cast can be removed at any time. Just make sure you wear it at all times." She nodded.
"Relina, here I washed this up for you. Oh and I found this too." It was her brother. Willis held a purple robe that he folded so perfectly, but on top of it was a strange relic. 'The eye.' Rel noticed, just like in her dreams. "Sis, you should take this back to whoever. That person saved your life."
"Well, whoever this person is, I hate him or her. I hate him for bringing me here. They won't hearing my thanks." Rel leaped pass her brother with the help of her two wooden supports.
"One more thing Rel, you think you can work today? Mrs. Parcello asked, you don't have too though."
Miss Parcello was an old, but polite lady that was always good to Relina ever since she was young. Every weekend, since she could work, Relina helped out at Mrs. Parcello's pizza parlor. "Sure, I'll go. I hope she doesn't mind my minor set back."
_An hour later and somewhere in Edmonton_
"I feel dark powers Rishid." Isis alleged as she looked around the spacious city.
"I do not have powers like you, but I feel him to." They kept searching, but about three hours passed since noon. Both hadn't stopped to eat lunch and both showed signs of hunger as their stomach's growled.
Isis gave a quiet chuckle, "We should eat." Rishid and Isis looked around for any restaurants close by.
The loyal servant of the Ishtar had spotted a food parlor named Mrs. Parcello's Pizza, "Miss Isis what about that?" He tapped her shoulders and immediately she spun.
"Perfect, let's go."
The two Egyptians arrived in this city two days ago. For now they dwelled at hotel named Holiday Inn. They hoped their search for Marik wouldn't take to long.
They entered the diner and took a seat in a corner where nobody else seemed to be seated. It was quiet, only about two or three people were there, excluding themselves. A girl with a black top and ebony pants headed to their table. She didn't walk but used crutches to transport.
"Oh dear what happened to you?" Isis asked, concerned for the girl with peach hair.
"Don't worry about me. I'm going to be okay. May I take your order?" The azure-eyed waitress assured. Isis wore a cloth before her face and under her eyes. She also covered her head with a white cloth; she dressed like a traditional Egyptian.
"Whatever is best, whatever this place makes well."
"All right, what about you sir?" She lifted her head to see Rishid.
Rishid did not immediately answer the question because he was a bit taken back. The girl was staring at him, not his eyes but something else. She was looking directly at his scars. 'Had she seen them before?' Rishid began to ponder to himself regarding the possibility. The gold-eyed Egyptian finally managed say, "Excuse me."
The girl responded a bit embarrassed, "Oh sorry, what is it you want?" Rishid saw her blush, he knew she was humiliated. "I just thought you were someone else."
"I'll have what she is having, thank you."
"All righty, no problem." She said ecstatically.
Isis was cheered was this disabled girl's enthusiasm, "What is your name?"
"Me?" Isis nodded when she asked.
"Relina." Rishid watched as the girl walked to order their order. Inside he felt that she had seen Marik before. Only his master had scars he had. The rest who did were dead. He was going to talk to her, and began to follow her.
Rel walked in the cooking area of the pizza parlor and told Mrs. Parcello the new order. "I'm going to the washroom, I'll be right back Mrs. Parcello." She quickly said following that. The chef of the restaurant was Italian and she was damn proud of it too. Her accent was obvious, as obvious as her black hair that she always had in a bun. She looked like a traditional fifty-six year old woman. The clothes she wore were like the clothes of a farmer's wife, and she was one too. Her husband though died back in Italy. Mrs. Parcello was a widow, and she even lost her son in one of the Kaiba corp.'s wars. She hated that company and was overjoyed when she found out Relina's father had finally quit. That was why she treated Relina as her own daughter.
The truth is Relina didn't go to washroom, to do what one would go in there for, but really to look at the relic left behind by the stranger who saved her, but she hated. She was in deep thought, but was interrupted as the man she had just taken an order from came barging through the ladies washroom door.
"Umm, this is the ladies washroom." She said it sarcastically.
He neglected her remark and walked right to her face and asked, his gold eyes meeting her alice-blue ones, "Where have you seen these scars before?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I know, you know. Now tell me before I use force."
"You can't force me. I don't know you, why should I tell you anything."
Frustrated by her stubbornness he lifted is palms and held both her arms. Rishid moved his face closer to hers to exaggerate his seriousness, "You would know better than to defy me. Now tell me."
A bit threatened by his actions Relina quickly responded, "All right! He's the guy who gave me this broken knee. The idiot, forcing me to relive my past fears by taking me to the hospital." Relina was soon in her own little world.
"So you've never met him."
"Nope, I only saw his mauve eyes and his scars. Do you know him?"
"I do." Rishid then noticed the millennium item she held tightly in her hands. "He'll come for that, when he does tell him Rishid is here."
"Why don't you just take it?"
"Because I do not have the authority to posses such an item."
"Uh, so could you let go of me?" Rishid did as she requested, "Thanks." Relina rubbed her arms; the man had a good grip.
"Make sure you tell him this."
"The last thing I want to do is help him in anyway."
"You shouldn't sympathize yourself, my master has gone through much more."
"Really, well I've gone through a lot too you know."
Rishid nodded in this girl's ignorance, "Five years ago, his father scared him, carving a secret on his back. I tried to help, but all I could do is watch. I couldn't stand seeing him suffer, so I decided to suffer with him. I scared myself, though the agony he went through as a boy was far greater than what I went through as a man."
"Strange, weird things happen to me five years ago to me too. Nonetheless, I guess I feel some sympathy, but I still..."
"Just do as I ask, please."
"Ugh, all right. I will."
Isis entered the room, she was surprised to see Rishid there, "This is for ladies Rishid." She removed her cloth she wore in front of her face. Relina then flinched in shocked, the woman looked exactly like the girl in her dreams. 'What was happening?'
_30 minutes later_
"I must admit that was a good meal." Isis smiled at Relina who stood there preparing to give the check.
"Well good thing you enjoyed it. Please come again." The girl with peach hair let out a smile. She saw as the two diners headed out the door. 'Something strange is happening, why are all the people in my dreams appearing?'
The concerned chef of the restaurant began to worry for Relina. Maybe making her take orders was too much for her. "All right Relina, please sit down. Don't move no more. An hour till the end of your shift."
"But Mrs. Parcello." Rel pleaded with one of her annoying voices.
"That doesn't work anymore, now go!"
"Okay." Relina went in the kitchen, frustrated that this injury of hers interfered with her work. She began to cook anything that didn't contain the 'secret recipe.'
_20 minutes later_
Marik was hungry. Plain and simple, he needed food. As fun as reading books was, when he was starving, he desired food more than anything else. "Mrs. Parcello's Pizza." He moisten his lips, anything that was food appealed to him, except for meat. He parked his maroon bike to the side. Then the blonde ran inside, when he entered he saw a stairway and beside it a door. Not knowing where to go he decided that the food place would probably be past the brown door. He was right, so he ran to the counter and quickly to an old woman he demanded, "Food, give me food."
"All right, all right! What you want?" Marik knew the woman was angered by his rudeness.
"I'm sorry, I apologize. Whatever you have prepared now that does not contain flesh." This time he requested politely.
The woman smiled, appreciating the sensitive boy, "You wait here boy. I be right back." She gave him a light grin. Marik did the same.
As soon as the lady left the room, he began looking around the place. His amethyst eyes caught every corner. The walls weren't well washed; the room was painted green. It was quite demeaning to look at. Nonetheless it was cozy place, and it smelled good.
"This all we got." From no where the elder woman appeared.
"Thank you."
"I give you discount. You a nice boy." The lady gave him a wink of appreciation.
'Oh how wrong she was,' Marik thought. He had been anything but good, to many he was insane, but to be kind he gently said, "Thank you." The Egyptian spotted a table whiter than the rest. So he decided to dine there. He began to eat what was round. There was mozzarella cheese and atop of it were some vegetables. There were no signs of meat, so Marik began to sink into his food.
It was quickly over and Marik had to admit he was satisfied. He didn't immediately call for the check; he had to take the time to think. 'What should I do with the items? Should I keep them for now or take it back to the pharaoh's tomb? I have to do it before my yami returns…but wait, how did I return to my body? I had no power; he had all of what I had. What force can be so powerful? Wait, when did I return?' He was in deep thought and was interrupted by the chef of the restaurant.
"Done already?" Her accent was obvious to Marik.
"Yes thank you." He answered in content.
"Good, good. Here's bill." She set it on the table before she left. He immediately checked it.
"Ten dollars and twenty five cents, not bad." He took out the wallet one of his mind slaves gave him. He took out a ten and a five and set it beside the check. The blonde began to depart; content he got a decent meal.
_Up the Stairs_
Relina had finished changing to her regular clothes. She leaned on the couch to get her crutches. When she gained balanced she began proceeding down the stairs. It was hard to get up the stairs; it would be more difficult to go down. Almost halfway there, Rel couldn't recall ever taking this long to walk down a set of steps. Ten more, eight more, then she saw him. The blond man, he was right in front of her. Distracted by what she saw her right wooden support slipped from the seventh stair right down to the sixth. The peach lost her balance and instinctively hollered, "Ahh!" She didn't right away landed on the floor. Rel bumped her injured leg in the fourth step before completely landing on the first one. "Ow." She moaned in great pain. Her right crutch was broken.
The blonde began to give out a quiet chuckle, he knelt to her aid and asked, "Are you all right?"
Relina looked up; both of them were shock when they met eye to eye, mauve to azure. 'The eyes, the scars, the man from my dreams!'
_Down the Stairs_
It was the girl who he had saved three days ago. For the first time Marik noticed her silvery blue eyes. He knew she had peach hair but didn't know it was so bright. Her lips were not red, but it wasn't pink either, it wasn't normal. He was glad that she was alive. The Egyptian still waited for her answer. She finally said, "No! No I'm not!" He watched as she tried sit up straight. Then only did he notice that she had a cast surrounding her right knee. She favored her injured leg; the girl grimaced in pain.
"How did you fall?"
"You distracted me!"
"Would you like me to take you to the hospital, again?"
"No!"
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
"No."
Marik became angered by her stubborn response, "I saved your life and you dare say no. Would you have rather died?"
Sensing his rage, the girl lowered her tone, "All right thanks, I guess. You just took me to a place I hated."
"That's what I like to her. Well since you fear a place of aid," he said sarcastically while rolling his magenta eyes, "would you like me to take you to your home, instead?"
"No, please. Parents will just force me to go to the hospital."
Marik gave out a slight sigh, "All right, I'll take you to my home."
"What? No. I don't even know who you are!" The girl didn't show any sign of weakness.
Marik became aggravated; this girl just wouldn't give up! "All right! You can stay here for all I care." People started to enter the restaurant, each of them giving Marik and the peach maid odd looks. Some said, "Hi Relina!" She greeted them back.
"Okay, Relina. I'm leaving…" Marik took advantage of moment, he knew her name but she didn't know his.
"Wait, you have to fix this." Relina held out her broken support. "I'll come. I have to get out of here before someone I know sees me."
Just then Marik realized that, this girl outside showed a strong personality, but after what she had just said he knew she was insecure. "All right." He took what use to be one whole piece of wood and held it. He then wrapped his tanned, yet powerful arms around her waist. In unison, they both slowly stood up. Relina gave a slight groan. This hurt her.
"Listen, thanks. Didn't mean go all out on you." Relina said a bit concerned about what he thought of her. She seated herself on his bike, because this time she could do it on her own. Marik did the same and began his ride home, and for the first time having a guest over.
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Choiler: Long eh? Well thank you for reading! Please review. PLease peeps, I'll continue if I reach the 25 review mark!
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******************************Chapter 5: The Scars of Old****************************
Marik walked along the street of Whyte Avenue. The streets were dirty and the area was crowded with people of every age. The sun blazed directly on his face, but he still felt cold. It was much warmer back in Cairo. He'd been walking on the streets of Edmonton for three days now, exploring the city and looking for someone he knew. The Egyptian hoped that his sister or his loyal friend would find him. He didn't know what to do, so Marik decided to stay at his new home and keep his mind slaves for now. Until he knew what to do anyway, plus he wanted to feel something he longed feeling, power.
He heard nothing about the destruction of the gods yet and he was relieved. Marik was glad that the devastation had not begun. Bored and a bit hungry, the new pharaoh decided to entertain himself with some books and afterwards eat his dinner. He squeezed through the crowd until he stood forth his maroon bike. 'Note to self, must buy a scarf.' Marik noted in his mind.
_At the Hospital_
There he was again, the same cloaked man ordering something to three sovereign creatures. Again when he was about to turn, the scenery changed, she was seeing flashes of the parts of the world. Every place she saw seemed so dead, the buildings were crushed and there were children running in the boulevard with no homes or families. Relina twisted her head in every direction but only saw one thing, devastation. 'Is there a war, was there a war?' She questioned herself as she saw despair everywhere. As the things she saw caused her heart to be filled with desolation, from no where she heard a high pitched constant sound. Rel couldn't stand it, so she covered her ears with her hands.
The azure-eyed girl for the first time in three days opened her eyes. The brightness of the room overwhelmed her, so she immediately shut them again.
From out of the blue she heard someone say, "Rel, my baby you're finally alive!" It was her mother.
"Mom? Where am I?" She looked around and for the first time realized that she lay in a room she hated being in. Memories of the past gushed in her head. She began to panic.
The man wearing a white coat unplugged the machine that indicated her heart rate, he then optimistically said, "Well you won't be needing this anymore! You can leave today, your healing is unbelievable."
Rel began to breathe heavily; she loathed every second she was in the room, "Mom get me out of here, please!"
"Hold on dear, you're father has to sign some insurance papers before they can let you go."
"Mom, you know I don't like being here."
"Honey, sometimes we have to put aside our past and move on." Relina's mother said it softly and reassuringly.
She replied with a sigh then proceeded to ask, "So I need crutches, eh?" The cast surrounding her left knee gave it away.
"Yes, but don't worry not for long."
"Mom."
"Yes Relina."
"Don't ever bring me here." Rel closed her eyes again as her mother stroked her peach hair. She remembered why she hated being at the hospital so much…
_Flashback_
Relina remembered being very active and athletic girl when she was a toddler. Her hair was always tied back, making a cute pony tail. She was eleven years old. Rel was quite short for her age, but she had tremendous speed. She would always runaway from a tough time, but that day the young Canadian didn't run from her problems, but for a race. Her parents were there in the side cheering her hard, and to her surprise so was Willis.
"On your mark!" The man to start the race warned. Relina like a true little athlete prepared like they did on television.
"Get set!" She raised her hips, as did the others that raced against her.
"Go!" The girl with the peach mane leaped forward as she began to run her 400 meters heat. She gave it her all, hoping that somehow she could pass in the forth place position she was currently in. 200 meters passed and Relina really began to use beyond what she had. 150 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters…she couldn't run any further. Her legs shivered in lack of oxygen, she gave too much of her, too much. She was loosing her balance; everyone had finished except her. Rel tried to walk to the finish line, but she couldn't. Her body was failing her; she couldn't hold herself up. Soon she couldn't breathe, nor walk, nor stand, nor stay awake. Her parents ran to their daughter after they saw her collapse hard onto the crimson field.
The next day Relina was at the hospital, she eavesdropped on her parents and doctor's conversation. She remembered hearing the man covered in white say, "You're daughter is suffering from liver failure. It doesn't seem to function properly, she needs a new liver."
"What can we do to get a new liver as soon as possible?"
"There's a long list, many are waiting already." The doctor said this as he hinted that money could do it.
"How much do you want?" Rel heard her father say, feeling his wrath.
Before the doctor replied her mother began, "Wait, what about insurance?"
The doctor's voice was low but Rel could hear, "It isn't nearly enough. The transplant costs around 150,000 dollars."
That's all she heard, 'What's a transplant?" She asked herself in her mind. She wouldn't get that new liver until three months. Rel kept in mind when her father had to quit his job. They told him, they would give the money but never will they ever tolerate such high demands. He had to leave; the only reason they gave him the money was because of the many years he served in the corporation.
_Kaiba corp. Airport_
Kaiba spun Joey around and held the blonde's blue collar aggressively, "Listen, you're still a dog to me, but as much as I hate to say it you're the best duelist other than me right now. I have a plan to take Marik's most powerful god card, and I need your help."
"Anything for my buddy."
Kaiba released him slowly, "All right, you'll be representing me when you duel him. He will have to find a representative for himself as well. I want you to promise be that you will win Winged Dragon of Ra!"
"Nothing will make me feel better than to beat him in a duel."
"Good, I'll cooperate with you for now, until this is all over of course." Kaiba proceeded to his flight, Joey following him.
Anzu came rushing and Bakura was not far behind. "Wait up Joey!" The boy with silver hair panted.
"Anzu! Bakura! Glad you guyz made it on time!" Joey closed his eyes and smiled lightly.
"Thanks for letting me come guys." Bakura said as he bowed down to catch his breath.
"No problem." Then they headed into the Kaiba Corp. airplane.
"Damn, Kaiba is rich." Joey whispered.
_At the hospital_
During the operation Relina remembered as the surgeons gassed her to sleep. Her mother told her that they injected some painkillers, a lot of it too. Though at first they worked, as time passed Rel began to feel the pain. How? She didn't know, but there was so much of it. She wanted to die, but she couldn't. Why was fate so cruel to her? Why was it making her feel so much agony? Young Relina tried to move, but she couldn't, she was asleep. Yet even if she was in slumber, the young girl still felt it, through every muscle she had. Pain jolted up and down her spine, but she just wouldn't pass away. When they put pressure on her liver she felt as her blood began flowing the other direction, then proceeding back to it's original path. It was like someone was torturing you to say something, but you couldn't say anything because you couldn't talk. In the movies where they would whip you, then burn you, and then throw sand just for their amusement. It was like a never endless beating. It was like it went on forever…
_Present_
Her father entered the room and cheerfully announced, "All right Relina, we can go!"
The doctor from behind presented two wooden crutches, "You'll be needing this for about a week. Oh and I almost forgot to mention your cast can be removed at any time. Just make sure you wear it at all times." She nodded.
"Relina, here I washed this up for you. Oh and I found this too." It was her brother. Willis held a purple robe that he folded so perfectly, but on top of it was a strange relic. 'The eye.' Rel noticed, just like in her dreams. "Sis, you should take this back to whoever. That person saved your life."
"Well, whoever this person is, I hate him or her. I hate him for bringing me here. They won't hearing my thanks." Rel leaped pass her brother with the help of her two wooden supports.
"One more thing Rel, you think you can work today? Mrs. Parcello asked, you don't have too though."
Miss Parcello was an old, but polite lady that was always good to Relina ever since she was young. Every weekend, since she could work, Relina helped out at Mrs. Parcello's pizza parlor. "Sure, I'll go. I hope she doesn't mind my minor set back."
_An hour later and somewhere in Edmonton_
"I feel dark powers Rishid." Isis alleged as she looked around the spacious city.
"I do not have powers like you, but I feel him to." They kept searching, but about three hours passed since noon. Both hadn't stopped to eat lunch and both showed signs of hunger as their stomach's growled.
Isis gave a quiet chuckle, "We should eat." Rishid and Isis looked around for any restaurants close by.
The loyal servant of the Ishtar had spotted a food parlor named Mrs. Parcello's Pizza, "Miss Isis what about that?" He tapped her shoulders and immediately she spun.
"Perfect, let's go."
The two Egyptians arrived in this city two days ago. For now they dwelled at hotel named Holiday Inn. They hoped their search for Marik wouldn't take to long.
They entered the diner and took a seat in a corner where nobody else seemed to be seated. It was quiet, only about two or three people were there, excluding themselves. A girl with a black top and ebony pants headed to their table. She didn't walk but used crutches to transport.
"Oh dear what happened to you?" Isis asked, concerned for the girl with peach hair.
"Don't worry about me. I'm going to be okay. May I take your order?" The azure-eyed waitress assured. Isis wore a cloth before her face and under her eyes. She also covered her head with a white cloth; she dressed like a traditional Egyptian.
"Whatever is best, whatever this place makes well."
"All right, what about you sir?" She lifted her head to see Rishid.
Rishid did not immediately answer the question because he was a bit taken back. The girl was staring at him, not his eyes but something else. She was looking directly at his scars. 'Had she seen them before?' Rishid began to ponder to himself regarding the possibility. The gold-eyed Egyptian finally managed say, "Excuse me."
The girl responded a bit embarrassed, "Oh sorry, what is it you want?" Rishid saw her blush, he knew she was humiliated. "I just thought you were someone else."
"I'll have what she is having, thank you."
"All righty, no problem." She said ecstatically.
Isis was cheered was this disabled girl's enthusiasm, "What is your name?"
"Me?" Isis nodded when she asked.
"Relina." Rishid watched as the girl walked to order their order. Inside he felt that she had seen Marik before. Only his master had scars he had. The rest who did were dead. He was going to talk to her, and began to follow her.
Rel walked in the cooking area of the pizza parlor and told Mrs. Parcello the new order. "I'm going to the washroom, I'll be right back Mrs. Parcello." She quickly said following that. The chef of the restaurant was Italian and she was damn proud of it too. Her accent was obvious, as obvious as her black hair that she always had in a bun. She looked like a traditional fifty-six year old woman. The clothes she wore were like the clothes of a farmer's wife, and she was one too. Her husband though died back in Italy. Mrs. Parcello was a widow, and she even lost her son in one of the Kaiba corp.'s wars. She hated that company and was overjoyed when she found out Relina's father had finally quit. That was why she treated Relina as her own daughter.
The truth is Relina didn't go to washroom, to do what one would go in there for, but really to look at the relic left behind by the stranger who saved her, but she hated. She was in deep thought, but was interrupted as the man she had just taken an order from came barging through the ladies washroom door.
"Umm, this is the ladies washroom." She said it sarcastically.
He neglected her remark and walked right to her face and asked, his gold eyes meeting her alice-blue ones, "Where have you seen these scars before?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I know, you know. Now tell me before I use force."
"You can't force me. I don't know you, why should I tell you anything."
Frustrated by her stubbornness he lifted is palms and held both her arms. Rishid moved his face closer to hers to exaggerate his seriousness, "You would know better than to defy me. Now tell me."
A bit threatened by his actions Relina quickly responded, "All right! He's the guy who gave me this broken knee. The idiot, forcing me to relive my past fears by taking me to the hospital." Relina was soon in her own little world.
"So you've never met him."
"Nope, I only saw his mauve eyes and his scars. Do you know him?"
"I do." Rishid then noticed the millennium item she held tightly in her hands. "He'll come for that, when he does tell him Rishid is here."
"Why don't you just take it?"
"Because I do not have the authority to posses such an item."
"Uh, so could you let go of me?" Rishid did as she requested, "Thanks." Relina rubbed her arms; the man had a good grip.
"Make sure you tell him this."
"The last thing I want to do is help him in anyway."
"You shouldn't sympathize yourself, my master has gone through much more."
"Really, well I've gone through a lot too you know."
Rishid nodded in this girl's ignorance, "Five years ago, his father scared him, carving a secret on his back. I tried to help, but all I could do is watch. I couldn't stand seeing him suffer, so I decided to suffer with him. I scared myself, though the agony he went through as a boy was far greater than what I went through as a man."
"Strange, weird things happen to me five years ago to me too. Nonetheless, I guess I feel some sympathy, but I still..."
"Just do as I ask, please."
"Ugh, all right. I will."
Isis entered the room, she was surprised to see Rishid there, "This is for ladies Rishid." She removed her cloth she wore in front of her face. Relina then flinched in shocked, the woman looked exactly like the girl in her dreams. 'What was happening?'
_30 minutes later_
"I must admit that was a good meal." Isis smiled at Relina who stood there preparing to give the check.
"Well good thing you enjoyed it. Please come again." The girl with peach hair let out a smile. She saw as the two diners headed out the door. 'Something strange is happening, why are all the people in my dreams appearing?'
The concerned chef of the restaurant began to worry for Relina. Maybe making her take orders was too much for her. "All right Relina, please sit down. Don't move no more. An hour till the end of your shift."
"But Mrs. Parcello." Rel pleaded with one of her annoying voices.
"That doesn't work anymore, now go!"
"Okay." Relina went in the kitchen, frustrated that this injury of hers interfered with her work. She began to cook anything that didn't contain the 'secret recipe.'
_20 minutes later_
Marik was hungry. Plain and simple, he needed food. As fun as reading books was, when he was starving, he desired food more than anything else. "Mrs. Parcello's Pizza." He moisten his lips, anything that was food appealed to him, except for meat. He parked his maroon bike to the side. Then the blonde ran inside, when he entered he saw a stairway and beside it a door. Not knowing where to go he decided that the food place would probably be past the brown door. He was right, so he ran to the counter and quickly to an old woman he demanded, "Food, give me food."
"All right, all right! What you want?" Marik knew the woman was angered by his rudeness.
"I'm sorry, I apologize. Whatever you have prepared now that does not contain flesh." This time he requested politely.
The woman smiled, appreciating the sensitive boy, "You wait here boy. I be right back." She gave him a light grin. Marik did the same.
As soon as the lady left the room, he began looking around the place. His amethyst eyes caught every corner. The walls weren't well washed; the room was painted green. It was quite demeaning to look at. Nonetheless it was cozy place, and it smelled good.
"This all we got." From no where the elder woman appeared.
"Thank you."
"I give you discount. You a nice boy." The lady gave him a wink of appreciation.
'Oh how wrong she was,' Marik thought. He had been anything but good, to many he was insane, but to be kind he gently said, "Thank you." The Egyptian spotted a table whiter than the rest. So he decided to dine there. He began to eat what was round. There was mozzarella cheese and atop of it were some vegetables. There were no signs of meat, so Marik began to sink into his food.
It was quickly over and Marik had to admit he was satisfied. He didn't immediately call for the check; he had to take the time to think. 'What should I do with the items? Should I keep them for now or take it back to the pharaoh's tomb? I have to do it before my yami returns…but wait, how did I return to my body? I had no power; he had all of what I had. What force can be so powerful? Wait, when did I return?' He was in deep thought and was interrupted by the chef of the restaurant.
"Done already?" Her accent was obvious to Marik.
"Yes thank you." He answered in content.
"Good, good. Here's bill." She set it on the table before she left. He immediately checked it.
"Ten dollars and twenty five cents, not bad." He took out the wallet one of his mind slaves gave him. He took out a ten and a five and set it beside the check. The blonde began to depart; content he got a decent meal.
_Up the Stairs_
Relina had finished changing to her regular clothes. She leaned on the couch to get her crutches. When she gained balanced she began proceeding down the stairs. It was hard to get up the stairs; it would be more difficult to go down. Almost halfway there, Rel couldn't recall ever taking this long to walk down a set of steps. Ten more, eight more, then she saw him. The blond man, he was right in front of her. Distracted by what she saw her right wooden support slipped from the seventh stair right down to the sixth. The peach lost her balance and instinctively hollered, "Ahh!" She didn't right away landed on the floor. Rel bumped her injured leg in the fourth step before completely landing on the first one. "Ow." She moaned in great pain. Her right crutch was broken.
The blonde began to give out a quiet chuckle, he knelt to her aid and asked, "Are you all right?"
Relina looked up; both of them were shock when they met eye to eye, mauve to azure. 'The eyes, the scars, the man from my dreams!'
_Down the Stairs_
It was the girl who he had saved three days ago. For the first time Marik noticed her silvery blue eyes. He knew she had peach hair but didn't know it was so bright. Her lips were not red, but it wasn't pink either, it wasn't normal. He was glad that she was alive. The Egyptian still waited for her answer. She finally said, "No! No I'm not!" He watched as she tried sit up straight. Then only did he notice that she had a cast surrounding her right knee. She favored her injured leg; the girl grimaced in pain.
"How did you fall?"
"You distracted me!"
"Would you like me to take you to the hospital, again?"
"No!"
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
"No."
Marik became angered by her stubborn response, "I saved your life and you dare say no. Would you have rather died?"
Sensing his rage, the girl lowered her tone, "All right thanks, I guess. You just took me to a place I hated."
"That's what I like to her. Well since you fear a place of aid," he said sarcastically while rolling his magenta eyes, "would you like me to take you to your home, instead?"
"No, please. Parents will just force me to go to the hospital."
Marik gave out a slight sigh, "All right, I'll take you to my home."
"What? No. I don't even know who you are!" The girl didn't show any sign of weakness.
Marik became aggravated; this girl just wouldn't give up! "All right! You can stay here for all I care." People started to enter the restaurant, each of them giving Marik and the peach maid odd looks. Some said, "Hi Relina!" She greeted them back.
"Okay, Relina. I'm leaving…" Marik took advantage of moment, he knew her name but she didn't know his.
"Wait, you have to fix this." Relina held out her broken support. "I'll come. I have to get out of here before someone I know sees me."
Just then Marik realized that, this girl outside showed a strong personality, but after what she had just said he knew she was insecure. "All right." He took what use to be one whole piece of wood and held it. He then wrapped his tanned, yet powerful arms around her waist. In unison, they both slowly stood up. Relina gave a slight groan. This hurt her.
"Listen, thanks. Didn't mean go all out on you." Relina said a bit concerned about what he thought of her. She seated herself on his bike, because this time she could do it on her own. Marik did the same and began his ride home, and for the first time having a guest over.
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