Hello readers! I'm back again with yet another chapter. I thank you all who
reviewed, and if I didn't get any reviews, well...let's just say I am not
surprised! Lol. I do not own any part of Yugioh in any way, shape, or form.
Well here ya go!
Just Like Me?!?!?!?
Marik opened his eyes to see two lavender eyes,
identical to his own, staring back at him. He was
stunned. This girl looked like a female version of
him. She had long whitish blond hair that fell to her
slim waist, dark skin, and two beautiful lavender
eyes. By the looks of her, he'd guessed she was
Egyptian too. She did have the accent. She also was
wearing his favorite looking outfit. She wore black
regular fit jeans and a white tank top with a golden
locket around her neck. Both had the same shocked
expression on their faces.
They stood up at the same time. They were close to the
same height too, except Marik was an inch taller. It's
almost like looking in a mirror, he thought, Woah!
This is way too creepy. I'm outta here! They both
screamed in unison and took off, running in different
directions. He ran all the way home.
He slammed the door behind him and leaned on it with a
sigh of relief. Ishizu came in from the living room.
She was smiling.
"Hello Marik. What's the matter," she asked, her smile
fading, " you look as if you had seen a ghost."
"Uhhh....," he replied thinking, "Well, I thought I
saw something creepy. It was probably just my
imagination." Oh real smooth, he thought, she
probably thinks you are crazy now! Besides you cannot
run INTO your imagination, genius. Ishizu looked
unconvinced, but still nodded.
"Well ok," she said, "I just went to the grocery store
today and got some after school snacks. Go ahead and
help yourself."
"Ohh thanks Ishizu. I could use some brain food."
She laughed at that and replied, "Well, just don't eat
too much or you will spoil your dinner."
"Now you sound like mother."
"Well...SOMEONE has to, " she said with a sad smile.
Their parents had been dead from a plane crash about
10 years now. Both Marik and Ishizu missed them very
much.
"Well, I got homework to do," Marik said, "Call me
when supper is ready."
Ishizu nodded and went back to the living room. Marik
went to the kitchen and grabbed a few chocolate chip
cookies and some Dorritos with some milk, and headed
down the hall to his room.
When he got to his room he threw his books and
backpack on the bed, set his snack on the desk, and
changed out of his school uniform into his usual black
cotton pants and white undershirt. His room was small
but comfortable. It had country blue walls with white
trim. All over the walls were pictures of sprint cars,
motorcycles, rock bands, and a tack board with
motorcycle schematics on it. He loved fast sports. He
especially loved motorcycles, which is why he had one.
But it was in the shop because the transmission was
being weird. He would not be able to pick it up till
Sunday, which was only two days away. In his room,
there was a walk-in closet, a desk in front of the
window, his bed in one corner, and his bookshelf in
the other. His cordless phone, where he now put his
homework. He started on his favorite subject, history,
and was about halfway through when he heard the phone
ring. He decided to let his sister get it.
"MARIK! It's for you," she shouted down the hall.
"Thanks sis," he shouted back as he picked up his
phone,"Hello?"
"Hello Marik," came Yami's voice from the other end.
"Hey Yami. What's up?"
"Not much. I was struggling with what they call
"Algebra II" homework and decided to call you. What
about you?"
"History essay on the Romans."
"Eww!" (And HE is an ancient pharaoh?!?!?)
Marik laughed and said, "Hey, it is not that bad. Hey
Yami?"
"Yeah?"
"You ever run into somebody who looks just like you on
the streets?"
"All the time! I even run into him at home sometimes.
His name is Yugi."
"Besides him genius!"
"No. Not lately. Why?"
"Well, when I was walking home, I crashed into this
girl. The creepy thing was that she looked just like
me, only shorter. It was like looking in a mirror."
"Woah! That is strange. Did you talk to her?"
"Not really. We were both kind of freaked and we
screamed and ran in different directions."
"Oh real smooth Marik. You really know how to talk to
the ladies."
"Shut up! How would you feel if you ran into a girl
who looked just like you?" "That would creep me out,"
a higher pitched voice replied.
"YUGI," both Marik and Yami shouted in unison.
"Uhh...hi guys, " Yugi replied sheepishly.
"What are you doing on the other phone," Yami asked
angrily.
"And how long have you been listening," Marik asked.
"Weeeellll, I'm on the other like because I wanted to
call Joey and see if he wanted to go to the arcade,
but you were already on the phone Yami. I came in
about the time when Marik asked you about running into
someone on the streets who looks just like him. Sorry,
I'm snoopy, " Yugi replied.
"You know what they say, Yugi, " Yami said darkly,
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"Yeah but I ain't meowin," he replied.
Both Marik and Yami smacked their foreheads while Yugi
grinned.
"Oh well, " Marik said, "listen guys, I got a lot of
homework to do, I gotta go."
"Talk to you later Marik. Oh and Yugi....Can you come
here for a moment please? I would like a few words,"
Yami said menacingly.
"Oooooh no. Bye Marik," Yugi said quickly.
Marik laughed and hung up the phone. He liked having
friends. It felt nice, even if they were a little
nutty. He got up and walked to his stereo, sitting by
his bed, and put in his Good Charolette CD and
listened to "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous."
He sighed walking back to his desk to do his homework.
He was having trouble focusing though. He kept
thinking about that girl he ran into. Who was she? Was
she real or had the heat gotten to him? Why, if she
was real, hadn't he seen her before, like in school?
Domino high was the only high school in the city,
which was something else he couldn't figure out
because it was a big city. Anyway, wouldn't he have
seen her before? Of course he would have! How could he
have missed someone who looks just like him? Now marik
Was started to get a head ache.
"Marik," Ishizu shouted from down the hall, " supper's
ready!"
Perfect, he thought, food will take my mind off her!
Marik rushed down the hall and to the kitchen.
Unfortunately, he was going a little too fast and
slipped on the kitchen tiles. Once again, he fell flat
on his butt. THAT'S gonna leave a mark, he thought. He
heard Ishizu laughing.
"Where's the fire, " she asked giggling.
"In my stomach," he replied smirking, " I'm starving."
"Obviously," she said as he got up and sat at his
place at the table. Some spaghetti had already been
laid out for him, along with some vegetables and hot
rolls.
"Stop drooling and just eat it, Marik," Ishizu said
grinning from the other side of the table. Marik
grinned back and dug in.
"Nuu Krybba tnnte," he asked with his mouth full of
spaghetti.
"Marik, please! Would it kill you to learn a little
manners," Ishizu replied irritably, frowning. He just
smirked and nodded his head, swallowing his food.
"You never know," he said," I could get so confused
with all the silverware that I might accidentally stab
myself."
"Riiiight. Would I ever get so lucky," she replied
with a smirk and a wink, "now what was that you were
trying to say so rudely.?"
"No Kiaba tonight," he repeated.
"No," she replied sadly,"Seto had an important meeting
tonight so he and Mokuba grabbed some fast food."
"Oh," Marik replied. He shrugged his shoulders and
began eating again. Ishizu rolled her eyes. Usually,
the Kiaba brothers came over for dinner since neither
of them could cook and Seto couldn't find the right
cook. Ishizu's food seemed to please him and Mokuba
could care less. He would eat just about anything.
After dinner on those nights, Marik and Mokuba would
go play video games while Ishizu and Kiaba had some
"Quality time."
Once Marik was done, he helped clear the table and
went back to his room to finish his homework. Not once
after dinner did he think about his "mystery girl". He
figured that he'd probably never see her again
anyways. With that thought in mind, he finished his
homework, then went to bed.
reviewed, and if I didn't get any reviews, well...let's just say I am not
surprised! Lol. I do not own any part of Yugioh in any way, shape, or form.
Well here ya go!
Just Like Me?!?!?!?
Marik opened his eyes to see two lavender eyes,
identical to his own, staring back at him. He was
stunned. This girl looked like a female version of
him. She had long whitish blond hair that fell to her
slim waist, dark skin, and two beautiful lavender
eyes. By the looks of her, he'd guessed she was
Egyptian too. She did have the accent. She also was
wearing his favorite looking outfit. She wore black
regular fit jeans and a white tank top with a golden
locket around her neck. Both had the same shocked
expression on their faces.
They stood up at the same time. They were close to the
same height too, except Marik was an inch taller. It's
almost like looking in a mirror, he thought, Woah!
This is way too creepy. I'm outta here! They both
screamed in unison and took off, running in different
directions. He ran all the way home.
He slammed the door behind him and leaned on it with a
sigh of relief. Ishizu came in from the living room.
She was smiling.
"Hello Marik. What's the matter," she asked, her smile
fading, " you look as if you had seen a ghost."
"Uhhh....," he replied thinking, "Well, I thought I
saw something creepy. It was probably just my
imagination." Oh real smooth, he thought, she
probably thinks you are crazy now! Besides you cannot
run INTO your imagination, genius. Ishizu looked
unconvinced, but still nodded.
"Well ok," she said, "I just went to the grocery store
today and got some after school snacks. Go ahead and
help yourself."
"Ohh thanks Ishizu. I could use some brain food."
She laughed at that and replied, "Well, just don't eat
too much or you will spoil your dinner."
"Now you sound like mother."
"Well...SOMEONE has to, " she said with a sad smile.
Their parents had been dead from a plane crash about
10 years now. Both Marik and Ishizu missed them very
much.
"Well, I got homework to do," Marik said, "Call me
when supper is ready."
Ishizu nodded and went back to the living room. Marik
went to the kitchen and grabbed a few chocolate chip
cookies and some Dorritos with some milk, and headed
down the hall to his room.
When he got to his room he threw his books and
backpack on the bed, set his snack on the desk, and
changed out of his school uniform into his usual black
cotton pants and white undershirt. His room was small
but comfortable. It had country blue walls with white
trim. All over the walls were pictures of sprint cars,
motorcycles, rock bands, and a tack board with
motorcycle schematics on it. He loved fast sports. He
especially loved motorcycles, which is why he had one.
But it was in the shop because the transmission was
being weird. He would not be able to pick it up till
Sunday, which was only two days away. In his room,
there was a walk-in closet, a desk in front of the
window, his bed in one corner, and his bookshelf in
the other. His cordless phone, where he now put his
homework. He started on his favorite subject, history,
and was about halfway through when he heard the phone
ring. He decided to let his sister get it.
"MARIK! It's for you," she shouted down the hall.
"Thanks sis," he shouted back as he picked up his
phone,"Hello?"
"Hello Marik," came Yami's voice from the other end.
"Hey Yami. What's up?"
"Not much. I was struggling with what they call
"Algebra II" homework and decided to call you. What
about you?"
"History essay on the Romans."
"Eww!" (And HE is an ancient pharaoh?!?!?)
Marik laughed and said, "Hey, it is not that bad. Hey
Yami?"
"Yeah?"
"You ever run into somebody who looks just like you on
the streets?"
"All the time! I even run into him at home sometimes.
His name is Yugi."
"Besides him genius!"
"No. Not lately. Why?"
"Well, when I was walking home, I crashed into this
girl. The creepy thing was that she looked just like
me, only shorter. It was like looking in a mirror."
"Woah! That is strange. Did you talk to her?"
"Not really. We were both kind of freaked and we
screamed and ran in different directions."
"Oh real smooth Marik. You really know how to talk to
the ladies."
"Shut up! How would you feel if you ran into a girl
who looked just like you?" "That would creep me out,"
a higher pitched voice replied.
"YUGI," both Marik and Yami shouted in unison.
"Uhh...hi guys, " Yugi replied sheepishly.
"What are you doing on the other phone," Yami asked
angrily.
"And how long have you been listening," Marik asked.
"Weeeellll, I'm on the other like because I wanted to
call Joey and see if he wanted to go to the arcade,
but you were already on the phone Yami. I came in
about the time when Marik asked you about running into
someone on the streets who looks just like him. Sorry,
I'm snoopy, " Yugi replied.
"You know what they say, Yugi, " Yami said darkly,
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"Yeah but I ain't meowin," he replied.
Both Marik and Yami smacked their foreheads while Yugi
grinned.
"Oh well, " Marik said, "listen guys, I got a lot of
homework to do, I gotta go."
"Talk to you later Marik. Oh and Yugi....Can you come
here for a moment please? I would like a few words,"
Yami said menacingly.
"Oooooh no. Bye Marik," Yugi said quickly.
Marik laughed and hung up the phone. He liked having
friends. It felt nice, even if they were a little
nutty. He got up and walked to his stereo, sitting by
his bed, and put in his Good Charolette CD and
listened to "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous."
He sighed walking back to his desk to do his homework.
He was having trouble focusing though. He kept
thinking about that girl he ran into. Who was she? Was
she real or had the heat gotten to him? Why, if she
was real, hadn't he seen her before, like in school?
Domino high was the only high school in the city,
which was something else he couldn't figure out
because it was a big city. Anyway, wouldn't he have
seen her before? Of course he would have! How could he
have missed someone who looks just like him? Now marik
Was started to get a head ache.
"Marik," Ishizu shouted from down the hall, " supper's
ready!"
Perfect, he thought, food will take my mind off her!
Marik rushed down the hall and to the kitchen.
Unfortunately, he was going a little too fast and
slipped on the kitchen tiles. Once again, he fell flat
on his butt. THAT'S gonna leave a mark, he thought. He
heard Ishizu laughing.
"Where's the fire, " she asked giggling.
"In my stomach," he replied smirking, " I'm starving."
"Obviously," she said as he got up and sat at his
place at the table. Some spaghetti had already been
laid out for him, along with some vegetables and hot
rolls.
"Stop drooling and just eat it, Marik," Ishizu said
grinning from the other side of the table. Marik
grinned back and dug in.
"Nuu Krybba tnnte," he asked with his mouth full of
spaghetti.
"Marik, please! Would it kill you to learn a little
manners," Ishizu replied irritably, frowning. He just
smirked and nodded his head, swallowing his food.
"You never know," he said," I could get so confused
with all the silverware that I might accidentally stab
myself."
"Riiiight. Would I ever get so lucky," she replied
with a smirk and a wink, "now what was that you were
trying to say so rudely.?"
"No Kiaba tonight," he repeated.
"No," she replied sadly,"Seto had an important meeting
tonight so he and Mokuba grabbed some fast food."
"Oh," Marik replied. He shrugged his shoulders and
began eating again. Ishizu rolled her eyes. Usually,
the Kiaba brothers came over for dinner since neither
of them could cook and Seto couldn't find the right
cook. Ishizu's food seemed to please him and Mokuba
could care less. He would eat just about anything.
After dinner on those nights, Marik and Mokuba would
go play video games while Ishizu and Kiaba had some
"Quality time."
Once Marik was done, he helped clear the table and
went back to his room to finish his homework. Not once
after dinner did he think about his "mystery girl". He
figured that he'd probably never see her again
anyways. With that thought in mind, he finished his
homework, then went to bed.