oos: Hi everyone! I decided to write another Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic! This one
deals with Marik! (Fangirls: YEAH) Uhh, yeah, well, umm.... READ PLEASE AND
REVIEW! I've already written most of the story, so there shouldn't be that
much time between updates. (This means a week or less.) Thankies and R&R!
Soul Mates
The Obsession
Marik leaned back in his black leather chair, casually surveying the outside world. He was watching the street outside his house - forgive me, I meant MANSION - from a hidden camera. That camera was connected to his big screen flat-backed tv that hung from his wall like a picture. Marik sighed, twisting a dial on the remote control that moved the camera.
The view slowly slid to the right to include a mass of chattering school children. Marik glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. 2:30. Right on time. He focused the camera in on the crowd and noticed one girl that stood out like a gold coin among wood ones. She had extremely long, brown hair that shown with a brilliance that is only contained in the purest honey. The girl was laughing with her friends, green eyes flashing with happiness, her smile radiating warmth to the circle of girls and boys that surrounded her.
A knock came suddenly at the door and Marik snapped his mouth shut before he was aware it was open. He swiveled the chair to face the door and called out irritably, "What is it?!" A man in a purple cloak similar to the one Marik wore opened the door and bowed, not daring to meet his master's eyes. Marik clenched his Millenium rod tighter in one hand. "Spit it out, you fool!" he snapped, temper breaking like a twig. "Yes, sir!" the man cried, sweat glistening on his forehead. "I just wanted to report that Yugi Motou has not yet been located by our tracking systems!" The man's knees shook visibly and his hands trembled. He bowed and hastily and backed out the door as Marik chucked a book at it. THUNK! The book rebounded from it's meeting with the door and fell lifelessly to the rich black carpet, which absorbed any sound it might have made on impact.
Marik turned his chair back to the screen, but the children were long gone. The camera skimmed past the black iron fence that surrounded it's home and looked down the street, but nothing could be seen. Marik sighed in disappointment, then checked himself sharply. *Calm down,* he told himself. *It's only a girl.* But is it? an a part of him questioned and he replied with a sharp *Yes!* But even so, as Marik rose from his chair in anticipation of working downstairs, he hesitated. Feeling as if he was detached from his body, his fingers numbly set the alarm on the clock to 2:30. He stared at the clock, wondering what he had done. Then he strode downstairs with long, purposeful strides and pushed the matter out of his mind. He had work to do.
***
The next day, Marik was working at his desk in a study when the alarm suddenly rang, shrill and loud. He jumped, then recovered his posture and walked quickly to his bedroom. He turned on the camera and adjusted the focus just in time to catch sight of the girl walking down the school's front steps. Her mouth moved a mile a minute as she chatted animatedly among her friends. Marik turned a knob near the screen and the sound of the girl's voice filled the room. It was neither squeaky, nor girlish, as he had imagined it to be afterall, but a deep, yet feminine, and confident tone.
"So, what are you going to wear to the dance?" she asked one of the girls that had been listening. "Actually, Alex, I was wondering if you could help me pick out one next weekend at the mall. I couldn't decide whether the petal-pink or-" Marik stopped listening as he heard the name. *Alex,* he thought dreamily. *What a perfect name.*
For what?!, the other voice challenged, but he wasn't paying attention. He was again focusing the camera on her face, the beautiful face which filled him with a strange feeling...... it was not desire, as he had felt for other women breifly, but something else.......
***
Over the following three weeks, Marik watched her everyday at 2:30 for the five minutes that she walked by. He graced the ground she walked lightly upon, blessed the air she had breathed, and watched her with dreamy eyes. The unknown feeling pulsed strongly through him, but he did not try to discover it's meaning, but simply lose himself in the moment, watching her.
On the 25th day of obsessing over Alex, he watched her laugh, head thrown back and eyes sparkling with joy. He watched enviously as one of her boy friends - for it seemed to be nothing more - touched her lightly on the arm and said something. She erupted into a fit of giggles again and then-
He knew.
He knew she was the one.
And he wanted her.
oos: SO? SO?! How is it? It's my first attempt at a mainly-romance fic, so I hope you like it. I tried to spend a lot of time developing Alex's character before I wrote this..... what? You said you want the next chapter? *smiles and cackles evilly* Then REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I might post sooner! :D
Soul Mates
The Obsession
Marik leaned back in his black leather chair, casually surveying the outside world. He was watching the street outside his house - forgive me, I meant MANSION - from a hidden camera. That camera was connected to his big screen flat-backed tv that hung from his wall like a picture. Marik sighed, twisting a dial on the remote control that moved the camera.
The view slowly slid to the right to include a mass of chattering school children. Marik glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. 2:30. Right on time. He focused the camera in on the crowd and noticed one girl that stood out like a gold coin among wood ones. She had extremely long, brown hair that shown with a brilliance that is only contained in the purest honey. The girl was laughing with her friends, green eyes flashing with happiness, her smile radiating warmth to the circle of girls and boys that surrounded her.
A knock came suddenly at the door and Marik snapped his mouth shut before he was aware it was open. He swiveled the chair to face the door and called out irritably, "What is it?!" A man in a purple cloak similar to the one Marik wore opened the door and bowed, not daring to meet his master's eyes. Marik clenched his Millenium rod tighter in one hand. "Spit it out, you fool!" he snapped, temper breaking like a twig. "Yes, sir!" the man cried, sweat glistening on his forehead. "I just wanted to report that Yugi Motou has not yet been located by our tracking systems!" The man's knees shook visibly and his hands trembled. He bowed and hastily and backed out the door as Marik chucked a book at it. THUNK! The book rebounded from it's meeting with the door and fell lifelessly to the rich black carpet, which absorbed any sound it might have made on impact.
Marik turned his chair back to the screen, but the children were long gone. The camera skimmed past the black iron fence that surrounded it's home and looked down the street, but nothing could be seen. Marik sighed in disappointment, then checked himself sharply. *Calm down,* he told himself. *It's only a girl.* But is it? an a part of him questioned and he replied with a sharp *Yes!* But even so, as Marik rose from his chair in anticipation of working downstairs, he hesitated. Feeling as if he was detached from his body, his fingers numbly set the alarm on the clock to 2:30. He stared at the clock, wondering what he had done. Then he strode downstairs with long, purposeful strides and pushed the matter out of his mind. He had work to do.
***
The next day, Marik was working at his desk in a study when the alarm suddenly rang, shrill and loud. He jumped, then recovered his posture and walked quickly to his bedroom. He turned on the camera and adjusted the focus just in time to catch sight of the girl walking down the school's front steps. Her mouth moved a mile a minute as she chatted animatedly among her friends. Marik turned a knob near the screen and the sound of the girl's voice filled the room. It was neither squeaky, nor girlish, as he had imagined it to be afterall, but a deep, yet feminine, and confident tone.
"So, what are you going to wear to the dance?" she asked one of the girls that had been listening. "Actually, Alex, I was wondering if you could help me pick out one next weekend at the mall. I couldn't decide whether the petal-pink or-" Marik stopped listening as he heard the name. *Alex,* he thought dreamily. *What a perfect name.*
For what?!, the other voice challenged, but he wasn't paying attention. He was again focusing the camera on her face, the beautiful face which filled him with a strange feeling...... it was not desire, as he had felt for other women breifly, but something else.......
***
Over the following three weeks, Marik watched her everyday at 2:30 for the five minutes that she walked by. He graced the ground she walked lightly upon, blessed the air she had breathed, and watched her with dreamy eyes. The unknown feeling pulsed strongly through him, but he did not try to discover it's meaning, but simply lose himself in the moment, watching her.
On the 25th day of obsessing over Alex, he watched her laugh, head thrown back and eyes sparkling with joy. He watched enviously as one of her boy friends - for it seemed to be nothing more - touched her lightly on the arm and said something. She erupted into a fit of giggles again and then-
He knew.
He knew she was the one.
And he wanted her.
oos: SO? SO?! How is it? It's my first attempt at a mainly-romance fic, so I hope you like it. I tried to spend a lot of time developing Alex's character before I wrote this..... what? You said you want the next chapter? *smiles and cackles evilly* Then REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I might post sooner! :D