(Dedicated to Daisy,on her Birthday.)
"Dis a good part." Victoria told her cat, Ishtar. The pair was sitting on the dirty floor in her room, watching a faded copy of her favorite Yu gi Oh tape. This particular episode was about the time when Marik took over Bandit Keith's mind, and was dueling Yugi through him. "Go gets him,Yugi!" Her long haired calico meowed lazily, seeming to humor the little girl. "See! I telled you it was Maser Mawik!" She informed the cat with a giggle. She shook her toy Millennium Rod at the kitty. Ishtar took it as sign she wanted to play,and batted at the Rod.
"No,Istar! Bad." She lightly tapped the cat's paws. She handed him his catnip mouse then, and stood up. "I wish Maser Mawik camed backs. I misses him."
Ishtar hissed suddenly, as a cloud of dust built up that announced the foul boy's arrival.
"No,Istar." Victoria's eyes lit up, seeing Marik. "Maser Mawik! You camed!"
Yami Marik smiled brightly. "But of course! Why wouldn't I?" He scooped her up, and hugged her tightly. "How are you doing today?"
"I goods. I jus' watched Yu gi oh."
Yami Marik nodded. "I see." He looked around. "Where is your father?"
Victoria pouted. "Him wocked me in heres."
Yami Marik gasped. "Again?! That's no good." He picked up her toy Rod. "We should blast him with this, and teach him a lesson!"
"Yay!!!" She giggled. "I wants to!"
Yami Marik smirked to himself. Well,if I had the real Millennium Rod,I would do it,but unfortunately I don't. That traitor Marik has it. But she thinks I'm Marik. How amusing. This little brat has no idea the danger I'm capable of causing! "We should see if we can get you out of here." The wicked spirit walked over to the door,and tried the knob. Sure enough it was locked. He looked over to see what she was doing. Seeing that Victoria was preoccupied by her toys, he summoned his powers together,and used them to make the plastic Rod work like the real one,and the door swung open. "Well, look,Vicki. The door wasn't locked after all!" He turned and grinned at the small girl.
"Does dat means I tan eat?" Victoria had become aware of her hunger now.
Yami Marik withheld a groan. He didn't have time for her to eat. He needed her to leave, and now. They were supposed to be meeting Johanna and the Tomb Raider,Rakura in the park. The two spirits had plans for the young girls. "Why don't you wait? We're going to meet Johanna and Rakura in the park for lunch." He looked over at her.
"But I hungry nows." Victoria whined. "'sides. Daddy sayed I tan't weave."
Damn him. Yami Marik thought to himself. This is ridiculous! I'm in charge, not that fool who calls himself her father! "Now you listen to me, Victoria. We're leaving. And enough of your whining, or I'll give you a better reason for it!" He grabbed the girl's hand and proceeded to lead her out of her room into the dark hallway. Ishtar chose that moment to jump in their path,hair standing up a he hissed at Yami Marik.
"Calm down, you idiot cat." The spirit walked right past the animal, adding, "I'm just taking her out to get some fresh air."
"'tay,Istar." Victoria ordered. "I be backs." She watched as the protective feline backed away from them now. "I bwing backs tometing." She promised, as Marik helped her down the stairs. "Won't wes, Maser Mawik?"
"Um…yes, of course." Yami Marik replied. He sighed inwardly. He couldn't understand why the tomb raider thought using little children would be easier than older ones. He knew it had something to do with their imaginations, but other than that, they were really too much work for his liking. "Come along, Vicki. We'll be late. You know Rakura doesn't like that."
"Yes, Maser Mawik. I toming." Victoria followed him out the front door.
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"That was a lot of work!" Marik sat on the steps of his front porch, after having re-painted the shutters.
"I agree, but at least it's done and over now." Rishid sat down beside him,setting his pain brush in the tray.
"We just better hope it dries before the storm comes tonight. I don't want to do this again for a couple of years. " Marik remarked.
Rishid merely nodded, pouring them each a refill of iced tea. "Ishizu should be home soon."
"Yes. I wonder how her day went at the museum." Marik remembered how excited Ishizu had been when she got the offer to work at the museum full time.
"I imagine it went fine. Come,let's go inside." Rishid walked into the house, to clean up the paint supplies before their sister returned.
"Actually, I think I'm going to take a ride on my motorcycle to see Mokuba." Marik stood up, heading for the garage.
"Alright. Be careful, Marik. The weather does looks a little overcast." Rishid cautioned.
"I will, don't worry." The younger boy assured, as he wheeled his motorcycle out. The Egyptian boy watched his older brother walk into their house, before mounting his bike and riding off, just as the rain began to fall.
(A/N:For anyone who might be confused: The Marik that is with little Victoria is the Yami, disguised as the repented Marik Ishtar. It's clearer in later chapters.)