Anaya's Creator: Another update!

Malik: Thanks for your reviews guys, keep 'em coming.

Mokuba: This is kind of a short chapter, but Anaya's Creator has her reasons.

Kaiba: Which we won't say here.

Anaya's Creator: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Poor Unfortunate Souls is up to three chapters. Oh yeah, Stormtracer, no I don't hate Yami's guts, he just talks about "the heart of the cards" too much (makes my stomach churn).

Love in Full Swing:

After dinner Marik led Akina back to his chambers. Now at long last they were alone. He sat down onto his bed, took her hands, and pulled her next to him...

(A/N: Those of you who hate lime/lemon skip this part!! Nthn5 you can't read this, I absolutely without a doubt FORBID it.)

He took hold of her by her upper arms and pulled her to him. Leaning forward, he claimed her lips with his own. At first, he was gentle with her then gradually became rougher and more passionate as he began to unleash his yearning for her.

At first Akina was a little apprehensive with the hunger in his kisses, but then she relaxed and let him be hard-hitting as his tongue entered her mouth. One of his hands latched itself to her neck and the other ran through her hair. Reaching to him she ran her hands along his sides then up his neck and face to his hair. She felt his lips leave her mouth and travel sensationally down her neck. His teeth gently grazed her neck, not leaving marks, but practically setting her nerves on fire with uncontrollable obsession. She could feel him smirk as he made her moan in ecstasy.

After a bit of this, Marik pried her hands from his hair, stopped kissing her, and moved behind her. He made his hands brushed some of her hair to off of her back to around her shoulders and began to undo the laces at the top of her dress. "Clothing, heh, such a barriar when it comes to passion aren't they?" he muttered against her neck, making her shiver.As he parted the material his lips caressed the newly exposed skin, some of which was scared from her fights. "Interesting, my lover had battle scars," he said kissing them.

"What did you expect, I said I was a warrior," Akina retorted. Eventually, the dress was undone enough that she turned and began to slide it off herself, but he stopped her.

"My love," he objected. "Before we go any farther, I want you to know that this may hurt a bit at first, being your first time, but only for a..." Akina cut him off by finding his face again with her hands, pulling him to her, and giving him a long loving kiss.

When they parted Marik felt a smirk form across his face; he helped her pull off her dress; then discarded his tunic, laid her down, and got on top of her with one leg on either side of her body. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers as he ran his hands along her. As the kiss ended, he got up again and this time moved his hands to her breasts. He felt her arch against him as his hands caressed them. He spread her legs and put himself between them, but before he entered her, he bent down to her. "This is when it may hurt, my love," he said, his mouth a few centimeters from her own.

Akina's hands found his face and pulled him closer, her lips almost touching his ear. "That doesn't matter. I know you don't mean to hurt me," she whispered as she let go of him. She felt him put his hands on her shoulders and entered her. As she felt a slight pain and let out a gasp of surprise, but as soon as it came it went. Many sweaty moments later, she grasped Marik as she climaxed, then she felt the muscles in his arms weaken as he did as well.

Marik collapsed on top of Akina ravishing her lips with his and stroking her hair. He rolled off of her, pulled a blanket on top of them, and wound his arms around her.

(Okay, end of lemon/lime)

Akina put her head and an arm onto his chest. "How do I match up to your other lovers?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't know; I never had any."

"You're joking," Akina climbed on top of him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"No Aki, not this time." He put his hands on the sides of her face and rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks. "You'll come back to me after you go to Canaan, right love?"

"Of course I will,"

"Good, because when you get back I want you to marry me. And I'm going with you to Canaan, just in case you're going to try and chicken out."

Anaya's Creator: I am soooo sorry this is such a short chapter. And who knew I could be so hopelessly romantic? (Runs to the toilet in her workroom and barfs)

Mokuba: Keep reviewing!

Kaiba: (kneeling behind Anaya's Creator and holding back her hair)Anaya's Creator, has high school corrupted your mind?

Malik: Of course it has, a bunch of her friends are bandos!

Kaiba and Malik: (Laughing hysterically)

Anaya's Creator: (Now finished barfing, levitates her very heavy dictionary and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book and nails Kaiba and Malik in the back of the head)

Malik: (xx)

Kaiba: (falls and: xx)

Mokuba: Good show, Anaya's Creator!

Anaya's Creator: (carries both of the unconscious boys to the door of her workroom and throws them out) Review people! Mucho grande apologies for the short chapter.