Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. Not even close to it.
Authors note: Yes, I know this is weird. Marik is evil. Hee hee hee. I like evil people. And I'm supposed to be serious about this too. Anyway, sorry for the long wait for the second chapter (actually, there's probably about two people who have actually read this) but my biology teacher was being extremely gey and he wouldn't let up on the homework. Even when I told him I had to write a fan fic. Isn't that awful? Oh well. Here's the story.
Marik licked the last of the blood from my wound. He then spun me around and threw me on his bed.
"You accuse me of these things...but do you know why I did them?"
I shook my head. "No, but do you really need an excuse? I mean, I can't-"
He dug his nails into my arms, causing me to gasp in pain.
"I do this for power. For myself. And you just get in my way."
How could I have ever thought he loved me? He was just acting sweet to get me to trust him. He helped me up to push me down again. How typical. How incredibly Marik.
"But, there are times when a man needs a woman, and that's why I've kept you." His eyes got a nasty glint in them. "This is one of those times." He smirked at me.
"Marik..." But arguing would do me no good. Because he was in charge. He had powers beyond anyone's belief. He had powers beyond the Pharaoh. And I was just a girl, put on earth to do his bidding. What chance did I have?
To my surprise, he stood up. He gently took my hand in his and helped me up. "I just need you to do one thing for me." He said softly. His eyes lost the steely glare. It almost looked as if he was telling the truth this time.
"What is it?" Could this be real? Could he really care about me? Or was he faking it again?
He stared at me for a moment. It wasn't a mean stare, but it showed no fondness. Finally, he spoke. "Strip."
"What?" I gasped.
"What did I just say?" He grabbed the straps of my dress. "Here, do you need me to 'help' you?"
"Marik, no! I'm not going to let you do this to me! What will it take to make you see?"
"Tiera..." He whispered softly in my ear.
I collapsed into him. By now I knew why I let him treat me this way. It was because I needed attention. I needed to be cared for. So I clung onto a wing and a prayer, hoping, that by some miracle, this torture was just his form of affection. And that he loved me, and needed me just as much as I needed him.
I felt my dress fall to the floor. I was now wearing nothing but a cotton undershirt and panties. He slowly ran his hands down my back. I just waited, hardly daring to breathe. And suddenly, he threw me on the bed again.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that clear?"
I just nodded, breathing very hard.
He grabbed my chin and forced it up so that I was staring right into his eyes. His eyes. They stared back at me mercilessly. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
I then felt his fingernails dig into my cheek. He clawed at my face until I felt tears stinging at my eyes again. This time, I really was crying.
"Marik, please, stop!" And now I was begging for mercy. But, I had lost all my pride already.
"Why should I listen to you? You don't listen to me!" With that said, he again, licked the blood off of my face. I was doing my best not to scream in agony. How could he be like this? How?
The Marik I had known would never do anything to hurt me. Or Monifa, our first daughter. He always said he was the luckiest man alive to have us there with him. So what happened?
I felt anger welling up inside me. I was not going to stand for this. I was not going to let him take advantage of me like this. I was Tiera, daughter of the Pharaoh.
With my last burst of strength, I pushed him off of me. "Marik, I am not going to stand for this! Everything you've done to me...my God, Marik, I hate you! I hate everything about you! And you deserve it too!" As soon as I'd said these words, I knew they weren't true. And I knew it was a mistake to say them. But I was bold. I turned on my heel and walked out the door.
I fully expected Marik to chase after me, or at least to come back with some snide comment. But what I heard was entirely different. Instead of the usual snarl, I heard what was unmistakably a muffled sob.
But Marik doesn't cry. Marik has never cried in his life. Even when he was faced with all the rest of eternity in the Shadow Realm. Even when two of our children died at a young age, he didn't cry. So why would he cry now, over mere words?
I didn't want to turn around. Could this just be another of his tricks? To get me to come back so that he could just assault me again? Finally, though, my curiosity got the better of me. I turned back around and looked at him. What I saw nearly made me cry myself.
It was Marik, the big strong Marik, the nothing-can-ever-hurt-me Marik, lying on his bed, sobbing into his pillow.
Was this a trap? Or was it really him, finally showing his emotions? And did I even want to know?
Finally, I decided to go for it. Whatever happens, it can't get much worse than this.
"Marik...um...are you okay?"
He looked up from his pillow. His eyes were now red and bloodshot. "Tiera," He spoke my name softly. "Did I ever tell you how we became immortal?"
"No..."
"Tiera, I loved you, I still do. And I always will. And you know that I loved Monifa too. I always considered myself to be the luckiest man in the world because I had you two. And that's why I named her Monifa. It means 'I am lucky' in Egyptian."
"But, what's that got to do with being immortal?"
He lowered his head, as if in shame. "Tiera, I never would have done this if there was any other way, but I had to become immortal, and I wanted you with me."
I was perplexed by this statement. This had nothing to do with the conversation that we were having before.
"You see, there are two ways to become immortal. At least, only two that I know of." He paused and looked up at me. "One way is to use the powerful Egyptian magic of the Shadow Realm. That is what Ishizu did. But Ishizu refused to teach me how. She said that since I had a family, I should not need immortality."
"And she was right!" I cried, losing control again.
Marik, however, remained calm. "So I couldn't do that. The second way is only possible by use of the Millennium Rod, which I had at the time..." His voice trailed off.
"Go on..."
"It involves sacrificing your own flesh and blood."
Authors Note: Yay! A cliffhanger. I hate those, don't you? Hee hee hee. Oh well, can you guess what he did? It's kind of easy. Anyway, I'll update as soon as I can. If you feel like reviewing, you can do that, but just don't tell me my story sucks because that won't help me at all. If you have to criticize it, at least tell me how I can make it better.
-____~
Jay
Authors note: Yes, I know this is weird. Marik is evil. Hee hee hee. I like evil people. And I'm supposed to be serious about this too. Anyway, sorry for the long wait for the second chapter (actually, there's probably about two people who have actually read this) but my biology teacher was being extremely gey and he wouldn't let up on the homework. Even when I told him I had to write a fan fic. Isn't that awful? Oh well. Here's the story.
Marik licked the last of the blood from my wound. He then spun me around and threw me on his bed.
"You accuse me of these things...but do you know why I did them?"
I shook my head. "No, but do you really need an excuse? I mean, I can't-"
He dug his nails into my arms, causing me to gasp in pain.
"I do this for power. For myself. And you just get in my way."
How could I have ever thought he loved me? He was just acting sweet to get me to trust him. He helped me up to push me down again. How typical. How incredibly Marik.
"But, there are times when a man needs a woman, and that's why I've kept you." His eyes got a nasty glint in them. "This is one of those times." He smirked at me.
"Marik..." But arguing would do me no good. Because he was in charge. He had powers beyond anyone's belief. He had powers beyond the Pharaoh. And I was just a girl, put on earth to do his bidding. What chance did I have?
To my surprise, he stood up. He gently took my hand in his and helped me up. "I just need you to do one thing for me." He said softly. His eyes lost the steely glare. It almost looked as if he was telling the truth this time.
"What is it?" Could this be real? Could he really care about me? Or was he faking it again?
He stared at me for a moment. It wasn't a mean stare, but it showed no fondness. Finally, he spoke. "Strip."
"What?" I gasped.
"What did I just say?" He grabbed the straps of my dress. "Here, do you need me to 'help' you?"
"Marik, no! I'm not going to let you do this to me! What will it take to make you see?"
"Tiera..." He whispered softly in my ear.
I collapsed into him. By now I knew why I let him treat me this way. It was because I needed attention. I needed to be cared for. So I clung onto a wing and a prayer, hoping, that by some miracle, this torture was just his form of affection. And that he loved me, and needed me just as much as I needed him.
I felt my dress fall to the floor. I was now wearing nothing but a cotton undershirt and panties. He slowly ran his hands down my back. I just waited, hardly daring to breathe. And suddenly, he threw me on the bed again.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that clear?"
I just nodded, breathing very hard.
He grabbed my chin and forced it up so that I was staring right into his eyes. His eyes. They stared back at me mercilessly. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
I then felt his fingernails dig into my cheek. He clawed at my face until I felt tears stinging at my eyes again. This time, I really was crying.
"Marik, please, stop!" And now I was begging for mercy. But, I had lost all my pride already.
"Why should I listen to you? You don't listen to me!" With that said, he again, licked the blood off of my face. I was doing my best not to scream in agony. How could he be like this? How?
The Marik I had known would never do anything to hurt me. Or Monifa, our first daughter. He always said he was the luckiest man alive to have us there with him. So what happened?
I felt anger welling up inside me. I was not going to stand for this. I was not going to let him take advantage of me like this. I was Tiera, daughter of the Pharaoh.
With my last burst of strength, I pushed him off of me. "Marik, I am not going to stand for this! Everything you've done to me...my God, Marik, I hate you! I hate everything about you! And you deserve it too!" As soon as I'd said these words, I knew they weren't true. And I knew it was a mistake to say them. But I was bold. I turned on my heel and walked out the door.
I fully expected Marik to chase after me, or at least to come back with some snide comment. But what I heard was entirely different. Instead of the usual snarl, I heard what was unmistakably a muffled sob.
But Marik doesn't cry. Marik has never cried in his life. Even when he was faced with all the rest of eternity in the Shadow Realm. Even when two of our children died at a young age, he didn't cry. So why would he cry now, over mere words?
I didn't want to turn around. Could this just be another of his tricks? To get me to come back so that he could just assault me again? Finally, though, my curiosity got the better of me. I turned back around and looked at him. What I saw nearly made me cry myself.
It was Marik, the big strong Marik, the nothing-can-ever-hurt-me Marik, lying on his bed, sobbing into his pillow.
Was this a trap? Or was it really him, finally showing his emotions? And did I even want to know?
Finally, I decided to go for it. Whatever happens, it can't get much worse than this.
"Marik...um...are you okay?"
He looked up from his pillow. His eyes were now red and bloodshot. "Tiera," He spoke my name softly. "Did I ever tell you how we became immortal?"
"No..."
"Tiera, I loved you, I still do. And I always will. And you know that I loved Monifa too. I always considered myself to be the luckiest man in the world because I had you two. And that's why I named her Monifa. It means 'I am lucky' in Egyptian."
"But, what's that got to do with being immortal?"
He lowered his head, as if in shame. "Tiera, I never would have done this if there was any other way, but I had to become immortal, and I wanted you with me."
I was perplexed by this statement. This had nothing to do with the conversation that we were having before.
"You see, there are two ways to become immortal. At least, only two that I know of." He paused and looked up at me. "One way is to use the powerful Egyptian magic of the Shadow Realm. That is what Ishizu did. But Ishizu refused to teach me how. She said that since I had a family, I should not need immortality."
"And she was right!" I cried, losing control again.
Marik, however, remained calm. "So I couldn't do that. The second way is only possible by use of the Millennium Rod, which I had at the time..." His voice trailed off.
"Go on..."
"It involves sacrificing your own flesh and blood."
Authors Note: Yay! A cliffhanger. I hate those, don't you? Hee hee hee. Oh well, can you guess what he did? It's kind of easy. Anyway, I'll update as soon as I can. If you feel like reviewing, you can do that, but just don't tell me my story sucks because that won't help me at all. If you have to criticize it, at least tell me how I can make it better.
-____~
Jay