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email me with an answer to this question: Is there enough intro between
Marik and Alex? Am I moving too fast? Am I moving too slow? Please tell me!
By the way, I've decided to take on a fun and interesting new challenge. I have to use a word of your choice in my story. Include that with your review!
This chapter has two special words in it: sustain and tepid. Sustain means to support, uphold, or endure. Tepid means lukewarm, or showing little enthusiasm. My yami, Kita suggested these! THANKIES KITA! ^_^ Thanx to all reviewers and enjoy this chapter.
There's a lot of POV switching, so keep up! :D
The Second Kidnapping
** Alex's POV**
I opened the bathroom door cautiously, though I was fully dressed. I didn't really want to run into Marik. *Why?* A haunty (Brain fart! How do you spell haughty? or haunty? lol!) voice asked suddenly. *Why are you so scared of him?*
To avoid answering myself, I plucked the brush off the bed and combed through my hair once more. Already, it was 'growing' knots, which it seemed to enjoy. Again, the question surfaced in my mind, leering at me, and daring me to answer it. I turned away and spied a glass of water by my bed - no, the bed, I corrected myself. I could not allow myself to refer to these things as 'mine', because they weren't; they were Marik's.
I quickly walked over to the nightstand and picked up the glass. I brought it gently to my lips and tilted my head back, anticipating a cool liquid flowing down my hot throat.
Instead, I tasted the metal, tepid taste of water left out overnight. I gagged, but managed to swallow it anyway.
I took the opportunity to think of an answer to that question. It was quite a while before it formed into a thought stable enough to express.
*Because I almost did, really.* I thought amazed. *I almost kissed him. I wanted to.* The realization was almost too much and I sat down onto my- no! THE bed to recover.
Unfortunately, I ended up making two discoveries instead: one, the bed was a foot away from my rear, and two, air is not strong enough to sustain the weight of a 14-year old human girl.
"Ouch," I winced, staggering upright gingerly. "I won't be able to sit down for weeks."
Then I promptly forgot about this resolution and lowered myself onto the bed, looking behind the whole time to make sure I had not misjudged the distance.
I hadn't. I sighed a little as I sank into the plushy comfort of the blankets. Now then, back to my thoughts.....
*I had wanted to kiss him. I... liked him a lot.... no, I almost... I..... I loved him...* I thought, furious with myself. Yet at the same time, a burden seemed to lower itself onto my shoulders. *I can't possibly love him,* I realized with horror. *He kidnapped me and stole me right out of my home damnit! And it doesn't look like I'll be leaving for home anytime soon.....*
How wrong that prediction was.
I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I failed to notice the shadow of a man behind me. Anyone who had been watching would have seen him lift something high into the air and slam it down onto my head. I, however, simply felt the pain...... and blacked out.
** Marik's POV **
*It's a bird..... no, now it's a tree.......... now a bird again....* I was lying on my bed and staring at the shadows on the ceiling, too lost in despair to even attempt a more complex thought than, 'I'm sad.'
She.... hates..... me... It had been slowly sinking in all afternoon. Now it dawned on me fully.
And I only had one word to explain it with: *Damn.*
I pulled the covers over my head and slowly drifted off to sleep.... only to be rudely awakened to a knocking on my door.
"F*** off," I muttered into the comforter.
"Sir, please, it's very urgent!" A muffled voice cried.
I growled softly, dragged myself out of bed and opened the door with the most pissed off expression on my face that I was able to muster.
The butler that had knocked cowered. "S-sir, the girl has been kidnapped from us!"
I was abruptly jolted to reality. "What?!?" I stepped out into the hallway.
"Someone fed the security cameras a loop, knocked out the guards patrolling the gardens beneath her window, managed to climb the trestle of roses, and snuck off with her! Should I call the police?"
"No, of course not!" I snapped at him. *We stole her in the first place, you nitwit, so why do you think the police would help me steal her back?*
"Just ready my motorcycle!" I ordered and strode back into my room. I slammed the door and turned on my computer. I logged onto the Internet and took over the use of a satillite tracking system. *Not bad, if I do say so myself,* I complimented my newly-obtained computer skills and commanded the satillite to show a live feed of the area surrounding my house. I spotted a red car tearing madly around the corner of a development two minutes away. I downloaded this into a PDA and shoved it into a pocket.
I burst out of the room, startling a maid into dropping freshly ironed clothes, and ran down the stairs. I blew into the garage, jumped onto my motorcycle in one stride, and I was outta there.
I drove onto the highway, ignoring the speed limit, and took out my PDA. I reluctantly allowed one eye to be used to drive and focused the other on the small screen. It showed the red car entering a neighborhood that was several social level scales down from mine. I snorted. *What kind of idiot does this guy think he is?* I wondered, smirking an ironic smile.
* He must be at least fairly intelligent to have gotten past security,* I reminded myself firmly. *Don't underestimate your opponent!*
I took the exit to the neighborhood warily. What exactly was in store for me?
** Alex's POV **
I moaned slightly as I became aware of the world. *What the hell?* was my first thought and I slowly raised myself off the ground to whimper as my head protested rather painfully. I laid back down, wincing.
"And I suggest you keep it that way," a cold, voice mocked.
I bolted upright and nearly threw up from the pain. I grudgingly laid back down. "Who the hell are you? What happened?" I murmured, keeping my voice down for fear of injuring myself even more than I already was. I felt my forehead with a shaking hand. Nothing there...
I moved my hand slightly upward and grimaced as new bursts of pain shot out like an earthquake through my body.
"Not where you started. And why don't you open your eyes, girl?" The voice taunted. I was starting to get annoyed with this person, whoever he was. At least, I thought it was a he.
I opened my eyes to meet with cruel brown ones.
"AHHHHH!" I shrieked. My hand rose and connected swiftly with the person's cheek.
I closed my eyes as I heard him curse violently in another language. "You will regret that, mortal!" he hissed, and a flicker of recognition at his voice sparked somewhere within my dazed mind.
"Ryou?" I asked, opening my eyes to that very person.
"I am not Ryou," he answered, ruefully rubbing his face. "You may call me Bakura."
I was starting to feel more awake. "Hell, I'll call you Bastard!" I retorted. I watched Bakura's fist clench and unclench. "You're just lucky I'm getting paid for this!" he spat. "Otherwise, I'd send you on a first- class trip to the shadow realm."
I felt befuddled. "What is a shadow realm? And why are you being paid?"
The white-haired boy laughed harshly. "The shadow realm is a place from your worst nightmares. And why should I tell you my plans?"
"Because you kidnapped me, I'm guessing." I said carefully. I could sense that I was treading on thin ice. "Not only that, but you left me a huge ol' bump and a migraine, you sordid asshole."
I could hear teeth being ground. "I liked you better knocked out," Bakura growled, and I took this as my cue to shut up.
** Marik's POV**
I turned into the neighborhood, letting my foot off the gas to cruise along silently. I stopped at the house my PDA was indicating and dismounted. I stomped across the poorly kept lawn and approached the door with cautious and suspicious steps.
After taking a deep breath, I rapped firmly on the door, calling (in what I hoped was a decent and passable imitation) "POLICE! Open up!"
oos: Remember, review and answer the question! Thank you. :D
By the way, I've decided to take on a fun and interesting new challenge. I have to use a word of your choice in my story. Include that with your review!
This chapter has two special words in it: sustain and tepid. Sustain means to support, uphold, or endure. Tepid means lukewarm, or showing little enthusiasm. My yami, Kita suggested these! THANKIES KITA! ^_^ Thanx to all reviewers and enjoy this chapter.
There's a lot of POV switching, so keep up! :D
The Second Kidnapping
** Alex's POV**
I opened the bathroom door cautiously, though I was fully dressed. I didn't really want to run into Marik. *Why?* A haunty (Brain fart! How do you spell haughty? or haunty? lol!) voice asked suddenly. *Why are you so scared of him?*
To avoid answering myself, I plucked the brush off the bed and combed through my hair once more. Already, it was 'growing' knots, which it seemed to enjoy. Again, the question surfaced in my mind, leering at me, and daring me to answer it. I turned away and spied a glass of water by my bed - no, the bed, I corrected myself. I could not allow myself to refer to these things as 'mine', because they weren't; they were Marik's.
I quickly walked over to the nightstand and picked up the glass. I brought it gently to my lips and tilted my head back, anticipating a cool liquid flowing down my hot throat.
Instead, I tasted the metal, tepid taste of water left out overnight. I gagged, but managed to swallow it anyway.
I took the opportunity to think of an answer to that question. It was quite a while before it formed into a thought stable enough to express.
*Because I almost did, really.* I thought amazed. *I almost kissed him. I wanted to.* The realization was almost too much and I sat down onto my- no! THE bed to recover.
Unfortunately, I ended up making two discoveries instead: one, the bed was a foot away from my rear, and two, air is not strong enough to sustain the weight of a 14-year old human girl.
"Ouch," I winced, staggering upright gingerly. "I won't be able to sit down for weeks."
Then I promptly forgot about this resolution and lowered myself onto the bed, looking behind the whole time to make sure I had not misjudged the distance.
I hadn't. I sighed a little as I sank into the plushy comfort of the blankets. Now then, back to my thoughts.....
*I had wanted to kiss him. I... liked him a lot.... no, I almost... I..... I loved him...* I thought, furious with myself. Yet at the same time, a burden seemed to lower itself onto my shoulders. *I can't possibly love him,* I realized with horror. *He kidnapped me and stole me right out of my home damnit! And it doesn't look like I'll be leaving for home anytime soon.....*
How wrong that prediction was.
I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I failed to notice the shadow of a man behind me. Anyone who had been watching would have seen him lift something high into the air and slam it down onto my head. I, however, simply felt the pain...... and blacked out.
** Marik's POV **
*It's a bird..... no, now it's a tree.......... now a bird again....* I was lying on my bed and staring at the shadows on the ceiling, too lost in despair to even attempt a more complex thought than, 'I'm sad.'
She.... hates..... me... It had been slowly sinking in all afternoon. Now it dawned on me fully.
And I only had one word to explain it with: *Damn.*
I pulled the covers over my head and slowly drifted off to sleep.... only to be rudely awakened to a knocking on my door.
"F*** off," I muttered into the comforter.
"Sir, please, it's very urgent!" A muffled voice cried.
I growled softly, dragged myself out of bed and opened the door with the most pissed off expression on my face that I was able to muster.
The butler that had knocked cowered. "S-sir, the girl has been kidnapped from us!"
I was abruptly jolted to reality. "What?!?" I stepped out into the hallway.
"Someone fed the security cameras a loop, knocked out the guards patrolling the gardens beneath her window, managed to climb the trestle of roses, and snuck off with her! Should I call the police?"
"No, of course not!" I snapped at him. *We stole her in the first place, you nitwit, so why do you think the police would help me steal her back?*
"Just ready my motorcycle!" I ordered and strode back into my room. I slammed the door and turned on my computer. I logged onto the Internet and took over the use of a satillite tracking system. *Not bad, if I do say so myself,* I complimented my newly-obtained computer skills and commanded the satillite to show a live feed of the area surrounding my house. I spotted a red car tearing madly around the corner of a development two minutes away. I downloaded this into a PDA and shoved it into a pocket.
I burst out of the room, startling a maid into dropping freshly ironed clothes, and ran down the stairs. I blew into the garage, jumped onto my motorcycle in one stride, and I was outta there.
I drove onto the highway, ignoring the speed limit, and took out my PDA. I reluctantly allowed one eye to be used to drive and focused the other on the small screen. It showed the red car entering a neighborhood that was several social level scales down from mine. I snorted. *What kind of idiot does this guy think he is?* I wondered, smirking an ironic smile.
* He must be at least fairly intelligent to have gotten past security,* I reminded myself firmly. *Don't underestimate your opponent!*
I took the exit to the neighborhood warily. What exactly was in store for me?
** Alex's POV **
I moaned slightly as I became aware of the world. *What the hell?* was my first thought and I slowly raised myself off the ground to whimper as my head protested rather painfully. I laid back down, wincing.
"And I suggest you keep it that way," a cold, voice mocked.
I bolted upright and nearly threw up from the pain. I grudgingly laid back down. "Who the hell are you? What happened?" I murmured, keeping my voice down for fear of injuring myself even more than I already was. I felt my forehead with a shaking hand. Nothing there...
I moved my hand slightly upward and grimaced as new bursts of pain shot out like an earthquake through my body.
"Not where you started. And why don't you open your eyes, girl?" The voice taunted. I was starting to get annoyed with this person, whoever he was. At least, I thought it was a he.
I opened my eyes to meet with cruel brown ones.
"AHHHHH!" I shrieked. My hand rose and connected swiftly with the person's cheek.
I closed my eyes as I heard him curse violently in another language. "You will regret that, mortal!" he hissed, and a flicker of recognition at his voice sparked somewhere within my dazed mind.
"Ryou?" I asked, opening my eyes to that very person.
"I am not Ryou," he answered, ruefully rubbing his face. "You may call me Bakura."
I was starting to feel more awake. "Hell, I'll call you Bastard!" I retorted. I watched Bakura's fist clench and unclench. "You're just lucky I'm getting paid for this!" he spat. "Otherwise, I'd send you on a first- class trip to the shadow realm."
I felt befuddled. "What is a shadow realm? And why are you being paid?"
The white-haired boy laughed harshly. "The shadow realm is a place from your worst nightmares. And why should I tell you my plans?"
"Because you kidnapped me, I'm guessing." I said carefully. I could sense that I was treading on thin ice. "Not only that, but you left me a huge ol' bump and a migraine, you sordid asshole."
I could hear teeth being ground. "I liked you better knocked out," Bakura growled, and I took this as my cue to shut up.
** Marik's POV**
I turned into the neighborhood, letting my foot off the gas to cruise along silently. I stopped at the house my PDA was indicating and dismounted. I stomped across the poorly kept lawn and approached the door with cautious and suspicious steps.
After taking a deep breath, I rapped firmly on the door, calling (in what I hoped was a decent and passable imitation) "POLICE! Open up!"
oos: Remember, review and answer the question! Thank you. :D