Ayah snuck into Marik's underground hideout. She pressed her back against the cold stone wall and slowly made her way down the hall. The lit torches that lined the hallway provided little light to see by. She stopped when she heard mysterious voices coming from a brightly-lit room just ahead of her. Ayah failed to notice the two guards who had been following her the whole time.
"Cute, ain't she?" one guard whispered to the other.
"She's MY capture for the night." the other replied.
The first guard smacked the other on the head "No, stupid! She's for the master. We'll finally get some reward."
The rare hunters snuck closer to her, like a lion stalking its prey. In a swift motion, they seized her and covered her mouth with a piece of purple cloth.
Ayah struggled to free herself, but it was no good. The two dark hooded men held her securely. She was carried into the room illuminated with bright candle and torchlight. Ayah looked around the room and saw a large glass covered table in the center of the room and a distance away from the table was a golden throne on a raised platform. Several dark hooded men stood gathered around the front of the throne.
The gathered rare hunters parted creating an isle to the throne where Marik sat with his sennen rod in hand. "Master Marik, we bring you a..." The rare hunter was cut off at the sight of Marik's sennen rod.
Marik stood the folds in his purple cloak slipping to the floor. His hood shielded his face from Ayah's sight. I'm finally able to be face-to-face with Marik! she thought, then added with a sigh, Can't I have a little fun exploring and not get caught?
Marik walked quietly toward her and the hunters. She looked down, a bit fear building inside of her. Ayah felt cold gold as Marik placed the rod under her chin and raised her head up to meet his beautiful violet eyes.
He's got lovely eyes, she thought.
Marik's eyes widened with surprise. This is the girl Ishizu said would come and try to help free me. "Set her down" he commanded his hunters.
The rare hunters let her stand on her own two feet, but still kept her hand in a tight grip behind her back. She wore a sleeveless beige dress which clung to her body revealing her shape.
Marik scanned her from head to toe, Actually, more of a woman than girl.
A voice rang sharply in his head, Yes, a woman that I want to own. I can see that all you're going to do is just stand there and LOOK at her. I'm going to take control and DO something about it.
Marik raised his hands to his head. He shouted at his yami with his thoughts, NO, you'd scare and hurt her. Marik began to shake, trying to keep himself in control and to keep his yami back.
"Master?" one of the rare hunters holding Ayah looked questioningly at Marik.
"Let her roam free." Marik told the hunter. Ayah look scared and worried.
The hunter let go of her. She removed the cloth from her mouth and turned to the hunter with an angry stare, throwing the cloth at him. The cloth hit the rare hunter in his face and then fell delicately into his rough hands. Then she turned back to Marik, placing her hands on his temples, rubbing them gently. Marik relaxed, his hair spiked up like pineapple leaves. He grinned hungrily at her and placed an arm around her waist yanking her closer to him. He kissed her hard and tucked the rod behind him so he could stoke her side through her dress.
Ayah gave into his kiss and caressed his chest with one hand while she reached for the rod. She slipped the rod from his belt and used it to smack him on his head. Marik fell to the floor unconscious.
"I'm sorry, Marik!" She knelt down beside him. She stroked his cheek and took his hand in her own. She gently kissed his hand.
Marik's eye's fluttered open. "What...?"
Ayah helped Marik to his feet. "Your evil side started to show himself."
Marik glanced around at his hunters "Leave now." he commanded. Marik's followers shuffled out of the large room leaving only Ayah and Marik staring at each other. Ayah looped her arm through Marik's and hugged his arm, "I'll help you to your room so you can relax and regain you sense of direction."
Marik fumbled down the dark passageways with Ayah at his side.
In his room, Ayah let go of Marik and he carefully made his way to his desk. Feeling less dizzy, Marik removed his purple cloak and draped it over the back of his desk chair. Ayah's heart jumped at the sight of Marik's bare back. Ouch! That must have hurt, carving into his tender flesh. She shivered clearing out unwanted images of a fiery hot knife scraping away his soft skin. I don't want to think about that! He turned back around to see Ayah right behind him.
"Thank you for stopping him." Marik whispered. He ran his hand over her cheek. His lips lightly brushing Ayah's.
"Anything, Marik." She felt her heart shift uneasily. Her heart sparked when she came face-to-face with Marik and she felt as if another heart had sparked when Yami Marik released himself.
Marik picked Ayah up catching her by surprise. He carried to the bed and laid her down on the silky white sheets, then slipped into his bed along side her. She placed her hand on his muscular chest and stroked him gently. Marik drew her in so close he could feel her soft skin rubbing against his own.
Ayah nibbled on his ear while her hand continued to caress him, starting at his chest and began inching downward. Ayah's hand rubbed Marik's stomach causing him to grunt loudly with pleasure. "You certainly aren't lacking in affection." he whispered.
A sharp pain seared through his head again. Enjoy her while it lasts, weakling. You don't know how to handle a woman like her, but I do. I will claim her when the time is right. Yami Marik said, heavy lust in his voice.
You can never really love her! All you have is pure hate, yami! You'll hurt her, trying to pretend that you love her! I won't let you do that! Marik shouted back.
One problem with that, you can't stop me from controlling you! Yami Marik's laughter faded out in Marik's mind.
Marik looked at the woman who had fallen asleep beside him. Ayah's hand was still on his stomach. Marik kissed her hand and brushed the stray hairs from her face. Is all I feel for her lust? Marik asked himself.
Author's note: Lame, I know. But it'll get better I promise. And reviews help.