oos: Hey hey! I'm posting here on the LAST DAY of SCHOOL! HIP HIP HURRAY!
FINALS ARE DUNSKY! YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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I suddenly realized something very stupid. Despite the fact that last chapter I said I'd put in vapid and dissemble, I didn't! ^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Lol, sorry about that. I swear they'll go in this chapter, along with optitave..... wait, I couldn't find that in the dictionary! lol! There's Froz Flame's word, empathy. Uh-hehe? I couldn't figure out how to use it. Lol! Dumb excuse, I know. But the dictionary made it a big complicated answer! Hehe, someone make it simple for me, peases?
Thanks for more ideas, Moonbeam. That was kind of my plot, anyway. I had no idea I was that predictable! I guess I'll just have to change it up a little, then. :)
And, another sorry goes to all readers for the shortness of the last chapter. This one will be longer! ^_^;
Dancing Lessons
"I'm glad," Marik smiled, then gasped. "You talked!"
"Duh, you moron," Alex cracked a grin. Her voice only cracked a little this time. It seemed to be returning as she spoke. "I think I'm getting my voice back- a little anyway."
"A little?!" he snorted. "If you can call me a moron, you're fine."
She giggled for a minute, happy on the outside, but inside, she was confused. *How do I know he won't just reject me if I say that.... I love him? I'm pretty sure that what I have isn't just a crush now,* Alex thought wryly.
"So," Marik said, his one word erasing the silence that had been stretching between them. "Do you want to get something to eat, now?"
"In here?" she teased, suddenly bold. "I thought this was a ball room, not a dining room."
"It is," he replied, confused.
"Then let's dance," Alex suggested innocently.
Marik's heart skipped a beat.
*ORO?!?* he screamed to himself, and he heard his yami wince.
//Just dance already, you baka. Bed her tonight and get rid of her the next day.//
/You fool! I can't do that to her. I... I love her!/
//Love, smuve.//
Marik attempted to shut the mind link, failed, and decided to ignore his darker half. Back to the Alex problem....... he couldn't dance. For beans. Not even pebbles.
"Well?" Alex pressed, smiling craftily.
*That little fox!* He mentally shook his head in grudging admiration. *She knows that I'm not exactly the most sociable guy, so she must have concluded that I don't dance much. Ok...... I've got to outwit her at her own twisted little game....... hmm...* Marik smiled, a plan blossoming in his mind.
Alex was feeling very proud of herself. Now she had HIM nervous. Ha, that was a big change! When he smiled, she was taken aback.
"Is that a yes?" She asked suspiciously.
"Certainly," Marik agreed, smirking. "But only on one condition......"
"What condition?" Alex inquired sharply.
"We dress formally, of course," He took note of her brief look of shock before she dissembled it with a pleasent grimace.
"Formally? Why go to all that trouble?" Alex laughed nervously. *I hate dresses.....*
"I can dance fine in the clothes I'm wearing."
"I can't" Marik pleaded, a false look of grief on his face. "These boots hurt my feet if I jump around too much."
*They do NOT!* She wanted to scream. Instead, she settled for glowering at him softly.
"Fine." Alex spoke her consent, a pout clouding over her features. She fake- gasped. "Wait, I don't have a gown. Crap, guess I can't- "
Marik waved his hand impatiently. "This huge estate was given to me by a friend. The dressmakers he had for his wife still live here. I'm sure they'd be happy to fit you if I asked nicely."
"Lead me to them," Alex said gloomily, resigning herself to the inevitable.
"Gladly," said Marik cheerfully, taking her hand and practically dragging her to what she assumed were the dressmakers' rooms.
**3 hours later**
"Just a minute more!" mumbled one of the dressmakers, pins held in her mouth. "Then you're all done."
Alex squeezed her eyes tightly shut with nervousness and boredom. Boredom, because the woman had been making vapid conversation the whole session. Nervousness, because butteflies were tickling the inside of her stomach. *And not just butterflies,* she decided. *I think I have the entire amazon jungle in there, too.*
The woman fitting the dress to her picked up a pair of scissors and snipped the thread she had used to sew the dress. "Finished!" she announced. "You can look now, dearie."
This was why Alex had her eyes shut. What if she looked fat in this dress and Marik started laughing at her? Or maybe she was just plain ugly?
"You look dandy," the dressmaker told her firmly. "Take a gander. I've been working on it 3 hours straight, afterall." she added rather crossly.
Alex looked up at this and did a double take.
"I-" she broke off, staring. "I actually look nice."
**Marik's Room**
Marik hummed softly as he donned a formal, black suit. He checked it in the mirror and rearranged the cuffs around his wrists. Satisfied with his appearance so far, he rummaged around in a drawer and picked out a tie.
He was looping it around his neck when the butler, who was standing outside, said, "Master? Miss Alex is ready." Marik's breath hitched in his throat.
"Tell her-" he squeaked and had to start over. "Tell her to meet me at the top of the stairs!" he ordered.
"Yessir." replied the butler, bowing deeply before retreating down the hallway.
Marik finished messing with the tie and checked himself in the mirror one more time. He took a deep breath, hoping she wasn't furious with him.
*What if-* he started to think, then stopped, and made his way down the hallway.
Alex was fiddling with her hands when Marik emerged. He actually let out a small gasp, which caught her attention and caused her to look up quickly.
The light from the chandiler fell softly across her face, which showed the hint of a light covering of makup. Her strapless, light blue dress was perfectly fitted around her top and waist and swirled down around her legs in eddys to hover inches above the floor.
"Well?" Alex's soft question broke his stunned and flabbergasted stare.
"You look amazing." Marik told her.
"You too," she replied, smiling. And that was the truth. He looked a lot more like an ordinary person without the cloak that usually hung from his shoulders and covered his back. Not to mention the hood that (until recently) had covered all but his eyes and a few whisps of white hair.
"Shall we?" He offered her his arm. *How am I going to get past the whole dance-with-grace-of-rhino-thing?* Marik wondered.
"Let's," Alex answered, still grinning like an idiot. She took it and they carefully descended the stairs to the glistening ballroom that waited below.
oos: oooooooooooooh! The last chapter is the bestest! lol! Soon, I'm going to leave an entrance for a sequal. That sequal won't be out for a LONG LONG time. Keep that in mind folks! Lol, I have four other stories to finish and one that I want to write. Whew! lol, the next chapter will be up soon!
^_^
I suddenly realized something very stupid. Despite the fact that last chapter I said I'd put in vapid and dissemble, I didn't! ^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Lol, sorry about that. I swear they'll go in this chapter, along with optitave..... wait, I couldn't find that in the dictionary! lol! There's Froz Flame's word, empathy. Uh-hehe? I couldn't figure out how to use it. Lol! Dumb excuse, I know. But the dictionary made it a big complicated answer! Hehe, someone make it simple for me, peases?
Thanks for more ideas, Moonbeam. That was kind of my plot, anyway. I had no idea I was that predictable! I guess I'll just have to change it up a little, then. :)
And, another sorry goes to all readers for the shortness of the last chapter. This one will be longer! ^_^;
Dancing Lessons
"I'm glad," Marik smiled, then gasped. "You talked!"
"Duh, you moron," Alex cracked a grin. Her voice only cracked a little this time. It seemed to be returning as she spoke. "I think I'm getting my voice back- a little anyway."
"A little?!" he snorted. "If you can call me a moron, you're fine."
She giggled for a minute, happy on the outside, but inside, she was confused. *How do I know he won't just reject me if I say that.... I love him? I'm pretty sure that what I have isn't just a crush now,* Alex thought wryly.
"So," Marik said, his one word erasing the silence that had been stretching between them. "Do you want to get something to eat, now?"
"In here?" she teased, suddenly bold. "I thought this was a ball room, not a dining room."
"It is," he replied, confused.
"Then let's dance," Alex suggested innocently.
Marik's heart skipped a beat.
*ORO?!?* he screamed to himself, and he heard his yami wince.
//Just dance already, you baka. Bed her tonight and get rid of her the next day.//
/You fool! I can't do that to her. I... I love her!/
//Love, smuve.//
Marik attempted to shut the mind link, failed, and decided to ignore his darker half. Back to the Alex problem....... he couldn't dance. For beans. Not even pebbles.
"Well?" Alex pressed, smiling craftily.
*That little fox!* He mentally shook his head in grudging admiration. *She knows that I'm not exactly the most sociable guy, so she must have concluded that I don't dance much. Ok...... I've got to outwit her at her own twisted little game....... hmm...* Marik smiled, a plan blossoming in his mind.
Alex was feeling very proud of herself. Now she had HIM nervous. Ha, that was a big change! When he smiled, she was taken aback.
"Is that a yes?" She asked suspiciously.
"Certainly," Marik agreed, smirking. "But only on one condition......"
"What condition?" Alex inquired sharply.
"We dress formally, of course," He took note of her brief look of shock before she dissembled it with a pleasent grimace.
"Formally? Why go to all that trouble?" Alex laughed nervously. *I hate dresses.....*
"I can dance fine in the clothes I'm wearing."
"I can't" Marik pleaded, a false look of grief on his face. "These boots hurt my feet if I jump around too much."
*They do NOT!* She wanted to scream. Instead, she settled for glowering at him softly.
"Fine." Alex spoke her consent, a pout clouding over her features. She fake- gasped. "Wait, I don't have a gown. Crap, guess I can't- "
Marik waved his hand impatiently. "This huge estate was given to me by a friend. The dressmakers he had for his wife still live here. I'm sure they'd be happy to fit you if I asked nicely."
"Lead me to them," Alex said gloomily, resigning herself to the inevitable.
"Gladly," said Marik cheerfully, taking her hand and practically dragging her to what she assumed were the dressmakers' rooms.
**3 hours later**
"Just a minute more!" mumbled one of the dressmakers, pins held in her mouth. "Then you're all done."
Alex squeezed her eyes tightly shut with nervousness and boredom. Boredom, because the woman had been making vapid conversation the whole session. Nervousness, because butteflies were tickling the inside of her stomach. *And not just butterflies,* she decided. *I think I have the entire amazon jungle in there, too.*
The woman fitting the dress to her picked up a pair of scissors and snipped the thread she had used to sew the dress. "Finished!" she announced. "You can look now, dearie."
This was why Alex had her eyes shut. What if she looked fat in this dress and Marik started laughing at her? Or maybe she was just plain ugly?
"You look dandy," the dressmaker told her firmly. "Take a gander. I've been working on it 3 hours straight, afterall." she added rather crossly.
Alex looked up at this and did a double take.
"I-" she broke off, staring. "I actually look nice."
**Marik's Room**
Marik hummed softly as he donned a formal, black suit. He checked it in the mirror and rearranged the cuffs around his wrists. Satisfied with his appearance so far, he rummaged around in a drawer and picked out a tie.
He was looping it around his neck when the butler, who was standing outside, said, "Master? Miss Alex is ready." Marik's breath hitched in his throat.
"Tell her-" he squeaked and had to start over. "Tell her to meet me at the top of the stairs!" he ordered.
"Yessir." replied the butler, bowing deeply before retreating down the hallway.
Marik finished messing with the tie and checked himself in the mirror one more time. He took a deep breath, hoping she wasn't furious with him.
*What if-* he started to think, then stopped, and made his way down the hallway.
Alex was fiddling with her hands when Marik emerged. He actually let out a small gasp, which caught her attention and caused her to look up quickly.
The light from the chandiler fell softly across her face, which showed the hint of a light covering of makup. Her strapless, light blue dress was perfectly fitted around her top and waist and swirled down around her legs in eddys to hover inches above the floor.
"Well?" Alex's soft question broke his stunned and flabbergasted stare.
"You look amazing." Marik told her.
"You too," she replied, smiling. And that was the truth. He looked a lot more like an ordinary person without the cloak that usually hung from his shoulders and covered his back. Not to mention the hood that (until recently) had covered all but his eyes and a few whisps of white hair.
"Shall we?" He offered her his arm. *How am I going to get past the whole dance-with-grace-of-rhino-thing?* Marik wondered.
"Let's," Alex answered, still grinning like an idiot. She took it and they carefully descended the stairs to the glistening ballroom that waited below.
oos: oooooooooooooh! The last chapter is the bestest! lol! Soon, I'm going to leave an entrance for a sequal. That sequal won't be out for a LONG LONG time. Keep that in mind folks! Lol, I have four other stories to finish and one that I want to write. Whew! lol, the next chapter will be up soon!