[Kitty: For the fourth time, I don't own these song lyrics! R&R!]
Chapter Four: I Ain't Leavin
Night came, and Kara was dreaming in her bed, curled up in a ball under the covers...
~*~DREAM~*~
Kara looked around, and found herself in a large mass of black nothingness. "HELLO?" she called. "ANYONE HERE?!"
Then a snicker came from behind her. She turned, and saw Marik, but he looked slightly different.
His hair was sticking up in a couple places, he was wearing black, and his eyes were darker and much colder than she remembered.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, "And why do you look like Marik?!"
He laughed an evil laugh, which was nothing like Marik's. It was cold and mocking. "Don't you see? I AM Marik!" "No!" she roared, "That's impossible!"
"You know it's true!" he laughed cruelly, "You know it's true, and you're afraid!" "You aren't Marik!"
"Really, Kara, I don't know why you even try!" he mocked. "How d'you know my name?!" "Easy, I'm Marik." "No, you can't be! You can't be!"
"Reality check, girl; I am. And I'm the king of the world," he added, holding up the Millennium Puzzle, which she discovered to be around his neck.
"B-but that's supposed to belong to Pharaoh Yami!" Kara stammered. "I defeated him," the Marik look-alike said, smirking, "Now I am Pharaoh."
"Now I know you're not Marik!" Kara growled, "The Marik I know would never do such a heartless thing!"
He laughed again. "Then you don't know me as well as you think. But even you know that a Pharaoh needs a queen." "I'd never be your queen, you jackass!"
"We'll see about that!" The phony Marik snapped his fingers, and two thrones appeared. "Sit down," the Marik look-alike snickered. "Never!" she snapped back.
He grabbed her shoulder, and pushed her on the throne. She jumped up, only to be forced back down again.
"No...no!" Kara struggled against his hands that were trying to suppress her. "Let me go, let..me..go!"
~*~REAL~*~
"Kara, wake up!"
Her eyes shot open. Her eyesight was a little blurry, but she could make out the worried face of Marik. "Kara, are you alright?"
Kara's faint eyes traveled over him, trying to see if this was really him, her best friend, and not that motherfucker who claimed to be him.
It was, so she fell into his arms and started to sob. He held her and stroked her back, trying to soothe her.
"Shh...it's okay, Kara, it was only a dream, it's okay...."
Kara looked at him dimly, her eyes filled with tears. "I-I'm so glad you're here," she said hoarsely, "I was afraid that--"
She went into a coughing fit.
"Shh," whispered Marik, "You shouldn't speak, your fever's getting worse."
Kara nodded faintly. "The Doctor said there's no chance of recovery for me. Only nobles could--"
She coughed again, and Marik lay her back down.
"Kara," he whispered, "I need you to drink this." He put a wooden cup into her hand. "W-what.. is it?" she coughed. "Just drink it," said Marik.
He guided her hand to pour the liquid down her throat. She coughed a little from the dryness of her throat, but she drank every drop.
Kara lay against Marik's chest. He looked slightly awkward at first, but after a minute, he put his arms around her and hugged her tight.
After a minute, Kara whispered, "Marik, what was that stuff?" She didn't cough once. "It was a healing potion," Marik muttered sheepishly, going red.
Kara jumped off of him, gawking. "Th-that's so advanced! How in the name of the Pharaoh did you---" "Ishizu. She's studying it."
"And it's for nobles!" "You are a noble. A high priest is a noble, and you serve them." "We're not that high up!" "You're high enough."
Kara's eyes went back to their normal size, and she looked down. "You did so much work for me," she whispered.
"Nah," said Marik, waving the remark away, "It was very little considering the complexity of the sickness."
Kara looked at him.
"I just don't know what to say.." "Don't say anything then," Marik teased.
She smiled, but added, "Except that you're the best friend anyone could ever have."
Marik blushed a deep crimson.
"You deserve it," he muttered, as he continued to go red. "How so?"
Marik stared at her.
"What do you mean 'how so'?! You've given me so much comfort when you visited me! You taught me Duel Monsters, you told me stories, and you listened to me!"
"What's so good about listening?"
"You're the only one who listened and responded in an average way. Odean agrees with everything I say, my father is too drunk to respond, and Ishizu is too busy."
Kara looked down again, but she had a smile on her face. "I didn't know that helped so much."
Marik brought her face up so that her forest green eyes locked with his.
"It is. Never ever forget that, Kara."
'Love is my passion,
Love is my friend,
Love is universal,
Love never ends.
Then why am I faced
With so much anger, so much pain?
Why should I hide?
Why should I be ashamed?
Time's much too short
To be living somebody else's life,
I walk with dignity,
I step with pride.
'Cause I ain't movin from my face,
From my race,
From my history.
I ain't movin from my love,
My peaceful dove
Means too much to me.
Loving self can be so hard,
Honesty can be demanding,
Learn to love yourself,
It's a great, great feeling.'
-Des'ree, 'I Ain't Movin'
Chapter Four: I Ain't Leavin
Night came, and Kara was dreaming in her bed, curled up in a ball under the covers...
~*~DREAM~*~
Kara looked around, and found herself in a large mass of black nothingness. "HELLO?" she called. "ANYONE HERE?!"
Then a snicker came from behind her. She turned, and saw Marik, but he looked slightly different.
His hair was sticking up in a couple places, he was wearing black, and his eyes were darker and much colder than she remembered.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, "And why do you look like Marik?!"
He laughed an evil laugh, which was nothing like Marik's. It was cold and mocking. "Don't you see? I AM Marik!" "No!" she roared, "That's impossible!"
"You know it's true!" he laughed cruelly, "You know it's true, and you're afraid!" "You aren't Marik!"
"Really, Kara, I don't know why you even try!" he mocked. "How d'you know my name?!" "Easy, I'm Marik." "No, you can't be! You can't be!"
"Reality check, girl; I am. And I'm the king of the world," he added, holding up the Millennium Puzzle, which she discovered to be around his neck.
"B-but that's supposed to belong to Pharaoh Yami!" Kara stammered. "I defeated him," the Marik look-alike said, smirking, "Now I am Pharaoh."
"Now I know you're not Marik!" Kara growled, "The Marik I know would never do such a heartless thing!"
He laughed again. "Then you don't know me as well as you think. But even you know that a Pharaoh needs a queen." "I'd never be your queen, you jackass!"
"We'll see about that!" The phony Marik snapped his fingers, and two thrones appeared. "Sit down," the Marik look-alike snickered. "Never!" she snapped back.
He grabbed her shoulder, and pushed her on the throne. She jumped up, only to be forced back down again.
"No...no!" Kara struggled against his hands that were trying to suppress her. "Let me go, let..me..go!"
~*~REAL~*~
"Kara, wake up!"
Her eyes shot open. Her eyesight was a little blurry, but she could make out the worried face of Marik. "Kara, are you alright?"
Kara's faint eyes traveled over him, trying to see if this was really him, her best friend, and not that motherfucker who claimed to be him.
It was, so she fell into his arms and started to sob. He held her and stroked her back, trying to soothe her.
"Shh...it's okay, Kara, it was only a dream, it's okay...."
Kara looked at him dimly, her eyes filled with tears. "I-I'm so glad you're here," she said hoarsely, "I was afraid that--"
She went into a coughing fit.
"Shh," whispered Marik, "You shouldn't speak, your fever's getting worse."
Kara nodded faintly. "The Doctor said there's no chance of recovery for me. Only nobles could--"
She coughed again, and Marik lay her back down.
"Kara," he whispered, "I need you to drink this." He put a wooden cup into her hand. "W-what.. is it?" she coughed. "Just drink it," said Marik.
He guided her hand to pour the liquid down her throat. She coughed a little from the dryness of her throat, but she drank every drop.
Kara lay against Marik's chest. He looked slightly awkward at first, but after a minute, he put his arms around her and hugged her tight.
After a minute, Kara whispered, "Marik, what was that stuff?" She didn't cough once. "It was a healing potion," Marik muttered sheepishly, going red.
Kara jumped off of him, gawking. "Th-that's so advanced! How in the name of the Pharaoh did you---" "Ishizu. She's studying it."
"And it's for nobles!" "You are a noble. A high priest is a noble, and you serve them." "We're not that high up!" "You're high enough."
Kara's eyes went back to their normal size, and she looked down. "You did so much work for me," she whispered.
"Nah," said Marik, waving the remark away, "It was very little considering the complexity of the sickness."
Kara looked at him.
"I just don't know what to say.." "Don't say anything then," Marik teased.
She smiled, but added, "Except that you're the best friend anyone could ever have."
Marik blushed a deep crimson.
"You deserve it," he muttered, as he continued to go red. "How so?"
Marik stared at her.
"What do you mean 'how so'?! You've given me so much comfort when you visited me! You taught me Duel Monsters, you told me stories, and you listened to me!"
"What's so good about listening?"
"You're the only one who listened and responded in an average way. Odean agrees with everything I say, my father is too drunk to respond, and Ishizu is too busy."
Kara looked down again, but she had a smile on her face. "I didn't know that helped so much."
Marik brought her face up so that her forest green eyes locked with his.
"It is. Never ever forget that, Kara."
'Love is my passion,
Love is my friend,
Love is universal,
Love never ends.
Then why am I faced
With so much anger, so much pain?
Why should I hide?
Why should I be ashamed?
Time's much too short
To be living somebody else's life,
I walk with dignity,
I step with pride.
'Cause I ain't movin from my face,
From my race,
From my history.
I ain't movin from my love,
My peaceful dove
Means too much to me.
Loving self can be so hard,
Honesty can be demanding,
Learn to love yourself,
It's a great, great feeling.'
-Des'ree, 'I Ain't Movin'