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cHaPpIe! Alex gets embarrassed! HAHAHHAA!
**Alex's POV**
The Embarrassment
"Yeah, umm... I think you can get off me now," I suggested pointedly to Marik who has holding me down with a black boot on my stomach.
He smirked, but the boot didn't move.
"I mean it!" I said, starting to get annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. Not only was this uncomfortable physically, but it was starting to become uncomfortable mentally, too.
He remained stationary.
"Fine damnit, I'll move you myself," I grumbled and kicked him in the butt with my leg. He made an 'oof' sound and backed up.
"Serves you right," I said, and jumped up. I marched out of the room. I could hear his light footsteps following me, so I turned into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I made sure to lock it.
I listened and sighed in relief when I heard the footsteps fade away. I reached into the tub and turned on the hot and cold water. I made myself the perfect mix of them and pulled the plug for the shower. It began coming out of the shower head, so I undressed and stepped it.
I shook my head in disbelief as I found my favorite shampoo and soap on the shelf. Talk about obsessive. I started to sing my chorus songs from my school, which were fun to sing even though the words were fairly gay. I finished quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me.
I took a brush - the exact same style I used at home - and combed quickly through my straight hair. Suddenly, I realized somthing bad: I had absolutely no fresh clothes to wear. I would have to put on my sweaty ones. *Great,* I thought gloomily. I looked to put them on.... and they weren't there. I cursed loudly and checked the door. It was still locked. I didn't know how Marik had done that little trick, but I was not happy.
I took a deep breath and opened the door, clutching the towel firmly to my body.
I crept down the hallway, shivering a little bit as my bare feet touched the cool carpeting. I glanced around, but Marik was no where in sight. I ran to the dresser, opened the drawer and picked out some clothes. I turned around to fly back to the bathroom before anyone saw me but.........
"Gee, hello Marik." I said sarcastically. "Didn't expect to find you here. Nope. Not at all."
"Have a good shower?" he asked.
"Brilliant, except when I got out, my clothes had somehow disappeared." I feigned shock and he grinned. I could feel my face getting hot.
"It's not funny," I sniffed and tried to elbow past him. He caught the elbow. I jerked back to break free of his grasp, but he held on and grabbed my clothes instead.
"HEY!" I yelped and jumped for them. Marik lazily lifted them just out of my reached. I stretched and strained on my tip toes, but it was to no avail.
"Marik! GIVE THEM NOW!" I yelled and jumped again.
"Hmm, why should I?" Marik laughed and held them higher.
For about half an hour afterwards, I yelled, jumped for them, and cursed at Marik. All he would do is laugh. Finally, I decided on a different strategy.
"Pwease give them to me?" I gave him my puppy eyes and he shot me a puzzled look.
I snapped. "Damn you! Just give me the friggin clothes!"
*Ten minutes later*
I was exhausted and my feet were sore from leaping off the ground every five seconds.
Marik grinned. "Had enough jumping yet?" he teased... almost playfully, I would say, but he was captor, I was the prisonor, I had to remind myself. Then I had another idea.
"You know," I started, smiling seductively. "Maybe I don't need those clothes." I took a slow step nearer to him and he stiffened. For the first time since I had met him, Marik actually looked nervous.
"What's wrong?" I breathed innocently, yet I noticed he didn't back away. I stepped even closer. I leaned forward and closed my eyes like I was going to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited for the kiss. It never came.
I snatched my clothes out of his hands and ran to the bathroom, giggling madly. "Ha! Like I would actually kiss you!" I sneered over my shoulder at him and locked the door behind me. I began changing into the fresh clothing.
**Marik's POV**
I sat down on the bed in shock after Alex shut the door to the bathroom. She had been so close to me, I could smell the shampoo she washed her hair with. . I frowned unhappily, wanting to kiss her even more now.
*Alex probably had no idea how much that had hurt,* I thought gloomily and walked out the revolving doors, closing them behind me. *And how could she? I haven't exactly done anything to make her like me?* I thought dejectedly. *But what to people do to show they l- lo-... like each other?* I still couldn't say the word. It had been alien to me until now. Now I knew that's exactly what it was.
I loved the way Alex had fought me in the kickboxing room, like a panther, always ready to strike, always landing on her feet and unconciously preparing to retaliate.
I loved every breath she breathed, every step she took, and every word she said. No matter how hate filled, it was music to my ears.
*But how?* I wondered yet again, descending the stairs to the dining hall. *How do I tell her I like her? That I captured her because of it?* I just didn't know................
oos: I hope you liked it. Please review and another chapter will be posted. I wuv you all! :D
**Alex's POV**
The Embarrassment
"Yeah, umm... I think you can get off me now," I suggested pointedly to Marik who has holding me down with a black boot on my stomach.
He smirked, but the boot didn't move.
"I mean it!" I said, starting to get annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. Not only was this uncomfortable physically, but it was starting to become uncomfortable mentally, too.
He remained stationary.
"Fine damnit, I'll move you myself," I grumbled and kicked him in the butt with my leg. He made an 'oof' sound and backed up.
"Serves you right," I said, and jumped up. I marched out of the room. I could hear his light footsteps following me, so I turned into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I made sure to lock it.
I listened and sighed in relief when I heard the footsteps fade away. I reached into the tub and turned on the hot and cold water. I made myself the perfect mix of them and pulled the plug for the shower. It began coming out of the shower head, so I undressed and stepped it.
I shook my head in disbelief as I found my favorite shampoo and soap on the shelf. Talk about obsessive. I started to sing my chorus songs from my school, which were fun to sing even though the words were fairly gay. I finished quickly and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me.
I took a brush - the exact same style I used at home - and combed quickly through my straight hair. Suddenly, I realized somthing bad: I had absolutely no fresh clothes to wear. I would have to put on my sweaty ones. *Great,* I thought gloomily. I looked to put them on.... and they weren't there. I cursed loudly and checked the door. It was still locked. I didn't know how Marik had done that little trick, but I was not happy.
I took a deep breath and opened the door, clutching the towel firmly to my body.
I crept down the hallway, shivering a little bit as my bare feet touched the cool carpeting. I glanced around, but Marik was no where in sight. I ran to the dresser, opened the drawer and picked out some clothes. I turned around to fly back to the bathroom before anyone saw me but.........
"Gee, hello Marik." I said sarcastically. "Didn't expect to find you here. Nope. Not at all."
"Have a good shower?" he asked.
"Brilliant, except when I got out, my clothes had somehow disappeared." I feigned shock and he grinned. I could feel my face getting hot.
"It's not funny," I sniffed and tried to elbow past him. He caught the elbow. I jerked back to break free of his grasp, but he held on and grabbed my clothes instead.
"HEY!" I yelped and jumped for them. Marik lazily lifted them just out of my reached. I stretched and strained on my tip toes, but it was to no avail.
"Marik! GIVE THEM NOW!" I yelled and jumped again.
"Hmm, why should I?" Marik laughed and held them higher.
For about half an hour afterwards, I yelled, jumped for them, and cursed at Marik. All he would do is laugh. Finally, I decided on a different strategy.
"Pwease give them to me?" I gave him my puppy eyes and he shot me a puzzled look.
I snapped. "Damn you! Just give me the friggin clothes!"
*Ten minutes later*
I was exhausted and my feet were sore from leaping off the ground every five seconds.
Marik grinned. "Had enough jumping yet?" he teased... almost playfully, I would say, but he was captor, I was the prisonor, I had to remind myself. Then I had another idea.
"You know," I started, smiling seductively. "Maybe I don't need those clothes." I took a slow step nearer to him and he stiffened. For the first time since I had met him, Marik actually looked nervous.
"What's wrong?" I breathed innocently, yet I noticed he didn't back away. I stepped even closer. I leaned forward and closed my eyes like I was going to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited for the kiss. It never came.
I snatched my clothes out of his hands and ran to the bathroom, giggling madly. "Ha! Like I would actually kiss you!" I sneered over my shoulder at him and locked the door behind me. I began changing into the fresh clothing.
**Marik's POV**
I sat down on the bed in shock after Alex shut the door to the bathroom. She had been so close to me, I could smell the shampoo she washed her hair with. . I frowned unhappily, wanting to kiss her even more now.
*Alex probably had no idea how much that had hurt,* I thought gloomily and walked out the revolving doors, closing them behind me. *And how could she? I haven't exactly done anything to make her like me?* I thought dejectedly. *But what to people do to show they l- lo-... like each other?* I still couldn't say the word. It had been alien to me until now. Now I knew that's exactly what it was.
I loved the way Alex had fought me in the kickboxing room, like a panther, always ready to strike, always landing on her feet and unconciously preparing to retaliate.
I loved every breath she breathed, every step she took, and every word she said. No matter how hate filled, it was music to my ears.
*But how?* I wondered yet again, descending the stairs to the dining hall. *How do I tell her I like her? That I captured her because of it?* I just didn't know................
oos: I hope you liked it. Please review and another chapter will be posted. I wuv you all! :D