oos: Sorry it took me so long to post this! As I explained in my other Yu-
Gi-Oh! story, I've had a case of writer's block and 9th grade assessment
has been catching up with me. It'll continue through April, so please
excuse any late chapter until May. THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D Enjoy the chapter.
*Thoughts* "Spoken" (Mind to Mind)
The Meal
**Alex's POV** (Just for a change of scenery.... is this a change of scenery? NEVER MIND! HEHHE)
I slowly drifted into consciousness as the sun glared upon my eyelids. I yawned, opened my eyes and sat up. I abruptly remembered where I was, noticed I was under the covers and my shoes were off, and sighed. I was a little too tired to care about that right now.
I pulled my legs over the side of the bed and stood unsteadily, blinking like an owl in the light. I staggered to the bathroom. When I was finished, I splashed some cold water on my face to help wake me up. It didn't work.
I returned to the main room to find a strange sight. Marik was sitting at a long table in the middle of the room piled high with food.
"Good morning!" he remarked cheerfully.
"What's so damn great about it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Come, sit and eat breakfast." Marik ignored my question and pulled out a chair for me to sit in. I debated obeying, then felt an irresistable urge pulling me towards it. What was it? Oh... duh.... Marik. Of course.
I gave in and sat down of my own free will.
"Good," Marik said, and took a ferocious bite of his crossiant. I sat silently, not moving on purpose. Finally, he asked, "Well? Aren't you going to eat anything? Or are you not a breakfast person? You'll be pretty hungry if you don't eat a thing....."
"I'm not hungry!" I announced loudly just as much stomach growled. (Insert Anime Fall! HEHEHE)
Marik smirked and bit off a chunk of an apple.
"Just a little," I admitted. I pondered going on a hunger strike as my stomach growled again. I reluctantly reached for a roll and some butter.
"Good," he praised again, and I quirked an eyebrow. *What, am I a dog that's been taught a new trick or something?* I wondered, before buttering the roll absentmindedly and taking dainty bites.
I noticed Marik watching me out of the corner of his eye as he ate another crossaint. Did he think I didn't know I was watching him? I poured myself a glass of milk and down it all in one gulp, still keeping a wary glare on my captor.
I ate a crossaint also, then pushed my chair away from the table. "Well, it's been great." I flashed a huge smile and stood up. "But I think I'm all done now...." My self-control broke and I ran for the door. An instant before I broke through the glass, I stopped. But not of my own accord. Marik 'walked' me back to the chair and I sat down before regaining control of my legs again.
"It was worth a shot," I sighed and he smiled in mock pity. "Really though, I think I'm going to leave now. For a shower, I mean."
I stood up again and wandered off down the hallway to the shower. I tensed against a possible rebellion of my legs again, but they continued to listen. When I came to the door of the bathroom, I hesitated and looked to the door across from it. I suddenly felt curious and opened it.
I took a step inside and turned on the light. Bright flouresant lights lit the thickly carpeted room that had mirrors covering one wall. But that wasn't why my mouth suddenly dropped open in surprise. It was because of the dummy that stood in the corner and the punching bag that hung suspended on a thick chain from the ceiling.
My mouth dropped open even wider if possible. *How could he have-* I suddenly realized the answer. *Stalker,* I thought in disgust and turned to leave the room. But I found I couldn't, not because of Marik this time either.
I slowly turned again to face the dummy. I smiled and gave in. Just because I was captive in some psychotic nut's mansion who just happened to own the Millenium Rod didn't mean I had to stay out of shape.
I began stretching in anticipation of the workout to come.
oos: A shorter chapter than I would've liked, and I'm sure you too, but hang with me, ok? I'm really trying my best to update this regularly. DAMN THE NINTH GRADE ASSESSMENT! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *bangs head on keyboard*
*Thoughts* "Spoken" (Mind to Mind)
The Meal
**Alex's POV** (Just for a change of scenery.... is this a change of scenery? NEVER MIND! HEHHE)
I slowly drifted into consciousness as the sun glared upon my eyelids. I yawned, opened my eyes and sat up. I abruptly remembered where I was, noticed I was under the covers and my shoes were off, and sighed. I was a little too tired to care about that right now.
I pulled my legs over the side of the bed and stood unsteadily, blinking like an owl in the light. I staggered to the bathroom. When I was finished, I splashed some cold water on my face to help wake me up. It didn't work.
I returned to the main room to find a strange sight. Marik was sitting at a long table in the middle of the room piled high with food.
"Good morning!" he remarked cheerfully.
"What's so damn great about it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Come, sit and eat breakfast." Marik ignored my question and pulled out a chair for me to sit in. I debated obeying, then felt an irresistable urge pulling me towards it. What was it? Oh... duh.... Marik. Of course.
I gave in and sat down of my own free will.
"Good," Marik said, and took a ferocious bite of his crossiant. I sat silently, not moving on purpose. Finally, he asked, "Well? Aren't you going to eat anything? Or are you not a breakfast person? You'll be pretty hungry if you don't eat a thing....."
"I'm not hungry!" I announced loudly just as much stomach growled. (Insert Anime Fall! HEHEHE)
Marik smirked and bit off a chunk of an apple.
"Just a little," I admitted. I pondered going on a hunger strike as my stomach growled again. I reluctantly reached for a roll and some butter.
"Good," he praised again, and I quirked an eyebrow. *What, am I a dog that's been taught a new trick or something?* I wondered, before buttering the roll absentmindedly and taking dainty bites.
I noticed Marik watching me out of the corner of his eye as he ate another crossaint. Did he think I didn't know I was watching him? I poured myself a glass of milk and down it all in one gulp, still keeping a wary glare on my captor.
I ate a crossaint also, then pushed my chair away from the table. "Well, it's been great." I flashed a huge smile and stood up. "But I think I'm all done now...." My self-control broke and I ran for the door. An instant before I broke through the glass, I stopped. But not of my own accord. Marik 'walked' me back to the chair and I sat down before regaining control of my legs again.
"It was worth a shot," I sighed and he smiled in mock pity. "Really though, I think I'm going to leave now. For a shower, I mean."
I stood up again and wandered off down the hallway to the shower. I tensed against a possible rebellion of my legs again, but they continued to listen. When I came to the door of the bathroom, I hesitated and looked to the door across from it. I suddenly felt curious and opened it.
I took a step inside and turned on the light. Bright flouresant lights lit the thickly carpeted room that had mirrors covering one wall. But that wasn't why my mouth suddenly dropped open in surprise. It was because of the dummy that stood in the corner and the punching bag that hung suspended on a thick chain from the ceiling.
My mouth dropped open even wider if possible. *How could he have-* I suddenly realized the answer. *Stalker,* I thought in disgust and turned to leave the room. But I found I couldn't, not because of Marik this time either.
I slowly turned again to face the dummy. I smiled and gave in. Just because I was captive in some psychotic nut's mansion who just happened to own the Millenium Rod didn't mean I had to stay out of shape.
I began stretching in anticipation of the workout to come.
oos: A shorter chapter than I would've liked, and I'm sure you too, but hang with me, ok? I'm really trying my best to update this regularly. DAMN THE NINTH GRADE ASSESSMENT! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *bangs head on keyboard*