Disclaimer: I don't own Marik or anything like that. I do own Tiera though and anyone else who isn't in Yu-Gi-Oh. Authors Note: Tiera doesn't know about Marik's other soul (Malik). This is because I'm stupid and don't know much about the two guys myself but that's okay. This is my story!
Remember Me?
Sometimes I wonder why I ever let him do this to me. Why I ever let him make me immortal. And why I've put up with his rules for all this time.
For the 5,000 years or so that I've been alive, I can't remember anything outside this building. I was born here, raised here, married here, gave birth to three children here, and I used to think I would die here too. But not anymore. It is impossible for me to die.
And all of this is because of him. Yes, there was a time when I loved him-but that was thousands of years ago. Or maybe I still love him. And yet, he doesn't even remember my name. He just calls me 'woman'.
And it was him who kept me here. Here for now, and forever. Yes, I can go wherever I want inside this prison, but I have never been able to glimpse the world around me. I don't even know where in the world I am. And it's because of him.
Marik.
The name tastes like poison on my tongue.
Or should I say 'Master'. Master Marik. And he calls me woman!
But I am much more than just a woman. I am Tiera, daughter of the Pharaoh of Egypt, and wife of the dreaded Marik. Marik with his Millennium Rod that he controls peoples minds with. Marik whose life revolves around a card game. Marik who doesn't care what he does, as long as he gets what he wants.
And now I have no Pharaoh father to save me. This Marik's family has been hired to protect the Pharaoh's tomb. And Marik-he thinks he can abuse this privilege. He thinks he can take over the world with this power! And what can I do? Nothing.
I've thought about it endlessly-and I have all the time in the world to think-and I can't see how this could be Marik.
Marik.
Yes, the man hurts me. He walks all over me and then helps me up, just so he can push me down again. But is this really him?
It can't be. Marik was the man who stole my heart. But that was so very long ago...and yet it seems like just yesterday.
"Ma'am?"
I looked up. One of Marik's servants. One of my kind. I guess Marik thinks I was put on this earth to serve him hand and foot. And yet, when I think about it, that's really all I've done in my 5,000 year existence.
"My master requests your presence."
"Coming." What does he want with me now? I haven't done anything wrong. And he never wants to see me. It's almost like he hates me.
Bewildered, I followed the servant to Marik's chambers.
"Master." I murmured, and knelt down on the floor.
"Get up, woman!" He growled.
I stood up.
"Master, sir, do you even remember my name? Do you remember who I am?" I asked timidly. Yes, I was afraid of him. But I had to know. It had been such a long time since I had actually seen him.
As if reading my mind, he lowered his hood.
I suppressed a gasp. Those lavender eyes, so full of love before, were now clouded over with hatred. Seeing my expression, he laughed. But it wasn't his old cheerful laugh. I was a cruel, cold laugh.
"I have no use for your name, woman. But I do remember you-Tiera." He said my name in a soft, mocking whisper.
Tiera.
He had once said it was the most beautiful name in the world. He had once said I was the most beautiful girl in the world. He had once said he loved me. And he had once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Together we had been happier than ever before, and together we had three beautiful little girls. But then he did something unforgivable. He became immortal. And he used his magic on me so that I would be immortal too.
I don't understand how he expects me to live like this. After two of our three girls died at an early age, I could find no reason to go on. The oldest of our children died of old age over 4,000 years ago. And now all I have left is him. He is the only person left who ever loved me.
"Then why did you call me here, Master?" I was very curious, but also dreading the answer. I didn't want to know if I had done something that didn't please him.
"I want you to read me the prophecy." He stood up, slipped his robe off, and turned so his back was facing me.
There were the tattoos. The ugly, grotesque signs that twisted and curved over his bare flesh. The ancient symbols stared back at me. They scared me. I hated having to read them. I remember too vividly the day that I had stained those terrible signs into his skin. The day he had revealed to me his plan of conquering the world. I was frightened, but I wasn't going to go against Marik's wishes. Nobody went against Marik's wishes and walked away unscathed.
"Master, the--the prophecy says that one day the chosen one will come and gain control of the world. The part that isn't a prophecy, the part you made up, says that you are the chosen one." I immediately wished that I hadn't said those words, that I could take it all back.
But Marik said nothing. Instead, he turned and advanced one me.
I took a step back towards the wall.
"I want you to guess the real reason I called you here."
"I-I don't know!" I was up against the wall now.
His eyes flashed. I trembled. Those eyes scared me.
"I want to talk."
It may have been my imagination, but it looked like some of the anger seeped out of his eyes.
"You're my wife. You should be able to talk to me. Tell me, why are you so afraid? Why are you always so sad?"
This time I was certain that the rest of the hatred left his eyes. It was replaced by a look of concern. It looked as if he really cared about me.
"Marik, isn't it obvious? All three of our children are dead and-"
"Your children! I haven't got any children!" he snarled. "And you've had thousands of years to get over it woman!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this the same man that I'd known back then? He couldn't be. The Marik I'd known loved his kids with all his heart. And now he was denying that he had children at all.
His eyes darkened with anger again.
I couldn't take it any more. His eyes scared me. I ran over to the window and stared at the night sky. The stars were so beautiful. They looked so free. If only I were a star. "You just don't understand! You don't even care!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"I never said that." He walked up behind me, but I didn't turn around. I wasn't going to let him see me cry. "I care about you. A lot." He placed his hands on my arms and gently pulled at the sleeves of my dress until my shoulders were revealed. He gathered my hair in his hands and placed it over my left shoulder. Then, he slipped his arms around my waist, and pressed his lips onto my neck, right at the place where my shoulder and neck met.
It was a heavenly feeling. It had been at least a hundred years since he had last touched me.
His teeth made contact with my skin. At first it was just gentle nibbling, but he began to push harder and harder. I tried to pull away, but his arms tightened around my waist. I felt his teeth break my skin. His tongue slid over the cut. Over and over, as though he were savoring the taste of blood.
That's sick! I thought. And I thought he loved me!
Remember Me?
Sometimes I wonder why I ever let him do this to me. Why I ever let him make me immortal. And why I've put up with his rules for all this time.
For the 5,000 years or so that I've been alive, I can't remember anything outside this building. I was born here, raised here, married here, gave birth to three children here, and I used to think I would die here too. But not anymore. It is impossible for me to die.
And all of this is because of him. Yes, there was a time when I loved him-but that was thousands of years ago. Or maybe I still love him. And yet, he doesn't even remember my name. He just calls me 'woman'.
And it was him who kept me here. Here for now, and forever. Yes, I can go wherever I want inside this prison, but I have never been able to glimpse the world around me. I don't even know where in the world I am. And it's because of him.
Marik.
The name tastes like poison on my tongue.
Or should I say 'Master'. Master Marik. And he calls me woman!
But I am much more than just a woman. I am Tiera, daughter of the Pharaoh of Egypt, and wife of the dreaded Marik. Marik with his Millennium Rod that he controls peoples minds with. Marik whose life revolves around a card game. Marik who doesn't care what he does, as long as he gets what he wants.
And now I have no Pharaoh father to save me. This Marik's family has been hired to protect the Pharaoh's tomb. And Marik-he thinks he can abuse this privilege. He thinks he can take over the world with this power! And what can I do? Nothing.
I've thought about it endlessly-and I have all the time in the world to think-and I can't see how this could be Marik.
Marik.
Yes, the man hurts me. He walks all over me and then helps me up, just so he can push me down again. But is this really him?
It can't be. Marik was the man who stole my heart. But that was so very long ago...and yet it seems like just yesterday.
"Ma'am?"
I looked up. One of Marik's servants. One of my kind. I guess Marik thinks I was put on this earth to serve him hand and foot. And yet, when I think about it, that's really all I've done in my 5,000 year existence.
"My master requests your presence."
"Coming." What does he want with me now? I haven't done anything wrong. And he never wants to see me. It's almost like he hates me.
Bewildered, I followed the servant to Marik's chambers.
"Master." I murmured, and knelt down on the floor.
"Get up, woman!" He growled.
I stood up.
"Master, sir, do you even remember my name? Do you remember who I am?" I asked timidly. Yes, I was afraid of him. But I had to know. It had been such a long time since I had actually seen him.
As if reading my mind, he lowered his hood.
I suppressed a gasp. Those lavender eyes, so full of love before, were now clouded over with hatred. Seeing my expression, he laughed. But it wasn't his old cheerful laugh. I was a cruel, cold laugh.
"I have no use for your name, woman. But I do remember you-Tiera." He said my name in a soft, mocking whisper.
Tiera.
He had once said it was the most beautiful name in the world. He had once said I was the most beautiful girl in the world. He had once said he loved me. And he had once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Together we had been happier than ever before, and together we had three beautiful little girls. But then he did something unforgivable. He became immortal. And he used his magic on me so that I would be immortal too.
I don't understand how he expects me to live like this. After two of our three girls died at an early age, I could find no reason to go on. The oldest of our children died of old age over 4,000 years ago. And now all I have left is him. He is the only person left who ever loved me.
"Then why did you call me here, Master?" I was very curious, but also dreading the answer. I didn't want to know if I had done something that didn't please him.
"I want you to read me the prophecy." He stood up, slipped his robe off, and turned so his back was facing me.
There were the tattoos. The ugly, grotesque signs that twisted and curved over his bare flesh. The ancient symbols stared back at me. They scared me. I hated having to read them. I remember too vividly the day that I had stained those terrible signs into his skin. The day he had revealed to me his plan of conquering the world. I was frightened, but I wasn't going to go against Marik's wishes. Nobody went against Marik's wishes and walked away unscathed.
"Master, the--the prophecy says that one day the chosen one will come and gain control of the world. The part that isn't a prophecy, the part you made up, says that you are the chosen one." I immediately wished that I hadn't said those words, that I could take it all back.
But Marik said nothing. Instead, he turned and advanced one me.
I took a step back towards the wall.
"I want you to guess the real reason I called you here."
"I-I don't know!" I was up against the wall now.
His eyes flashed. I trembled. Those eyes scared me.
"I want to talk."
It may have been my imagination, but it looked like some of the anger seeped out of his eyes.
"You're my wife. You should be able to talk to me. Tell me, why are you so afraid? Why are you always so sad?"
This time I was certain that the rest of the hatred left his eyes. It was replaced by a look of concern. It looked as if he really cared about me.
"Marik, isn't it obvious? All three of our children are dead and-"
"Your children! I haven't got any children!" he snarled. "And you've had thousands of years to get over it woman!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this the same man that I'd known back then? He couldn't be. The Marik I'd known loved his kids with all his heart. And now he was denying that he had children at all.
His eyes darkened with anger again.
I couldn't take it any more. His eyes scared me. I ran over to the window and stared at the night sky. The stars were so beautiful. They looked so free. If only I were a star. "You just don't understand! You don't even care!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"I never said that." He walked up behind me, but I didn't turn around. I wasn't going to let him see me cry. "I care about you. A lot." He placed his hands on my arms and gently pulled at the sleeves of my dress until my shoulders were revealed. He gathered my hair in his hands and placed it over my left shoulder. Then, he slipped his arms around my waist, and pressed his lips onto my neck, right at the place where my shoulder and neck met.
It was a heavenly feeling. It had been at least a hundred years since he had last touched me.
His teeth made contact with my skin. At first it was just gentle nibbling, but he began to push harder and harder. I tried to pull away, but his arms tightened around my waist. I felt his teeth break my skin. His tongue slid over the cut. Over and over, as though he were savoring the taste of blood.
That's sick! I thought. And I thought he loved me!