[Kitty: Okay, reviews! Thanks, Hot Cuttie! ^_^ It's not bad, I was hoping
it wasn't...
Lina: Thanks, Child of the Stars, Kitty's glad you like it!
Yugi: kanikameskhenet- Yeah, I thought this story was kawaii too! ^_^ Even if I'm not the main char!
Marik: ^____^
Kitty: But that doesn't mean you won't be in it, Yugi.
Yugi: ^____^
Marik: -_- aw...
Kitty: Don't own song lyrics or Yu-Gi-Oh. Only Kara. Period. R&R!]
Chapter Six: Impossible?
Even if Ishizu begged Marik not to see Kara again, they continued their happy nights together. They did not mention the kiss or what their parents might think of this, they just acted like nothing had ever happened; and Marik liked it that way, at least until he turned 13 years old.
Marik couldn't explain it, but almost as soon as he turned 13, he felt different about Kara. He hated it even more when Kara had to say goodbye for the night, and for the first time, almost invited her to stay with him during the night, only to stop himself at the last minute.
[Lina: 0_0 Damn, Marik, you're obsessed!
Marik: *blushes furiously*]
Marik couldn't figure out what these feelings meant, but he couldn't dwell on them, since his father started to bring bachelorettes into the Ishtar home.
Tomb Keepers for other noble families (the ones who served the richer portion of Egyptian exchanges) seemed to be competing to win his affections, but Marik wasn't interested in any of them. Mr. Ishtar wasn't pleased.
One of them, Mr. Ishtar's favorite choice, was the daughter of the Persian Keepers. Her name was Mahira, and she was 14.
It seemed like men were nearly throwing themselves at her feet, and she didn't notice them at all. In comparison, she was nearly throwing herself at Marik's feet, and he didn't notice her at all.
But despite his objections, Mahira became Marik's suitor in Mr. Ishtar's and her parents' agreement.
When Kara came into his room that night, she found him looking quite upset. "What is it, Marik-chan?"
Marik sighed sadly, and hugged his knees. "My parents got me a suitor."
"She's not really what you had in mind, is she?" Kara asked, sitting down next to him and sensing his dejection.
"Not at all," Marik said bitterly, "Her name's Mahira. She acts like I'm a prize bull she's trying to win."
Kara moved closer to him. "I know what you mean," she whispered, looking down at her shoes, "I got a suitor too."
Marik became alert at those words. Not Kara too! "Who?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"His name's Isaac," Kara said sadly, "He's from the Family of the Scribes. He's already 17, but my parents think it's best. He's so serious... he's always reading something, and he never wishes to talk to anyone, not even his own parents."
Kara sighed. "I don't like him one bit, but there's nothing I can do. My parents have already finalized the marriage plans. When I turn 16 and Isaac turns 20, the Family of the Scribes and the Family of the Priests will be linked together, and I'll never be free again."
Marik stared. "I'm so sorry Kara," he whispered, bringing her face up so that his lavender eyes locked with her green ones, "I wish I could help you."
Kara smiled. "I'll be okay. Trust me, it's still three years until that happens."
She sighed. "I just wish--" She stopped herself. "What?" Marik asked.
Kara bit her lip. 'Great, now what? I can't tell him what I was really going to say!'
"I-I just wish I could be free to make my own choices, instead of the choices Mother and Father make for me, you know? Being able to marry the one I love, instead of marrying some monotonous, 17 year old asshole!"
Marik laughed. "Yeah." He moved closer to her so that she could rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Marik?" she whispered. "Yes?"
"You think you'll ever fall in love?"
Marik blushed. How could he say that he already did? "Sure, who wouldn't?"
"There aren't tons of choices down here, though..." "But what if we run away, away from everything Tomb Keeper?"
"Like Roth did?" Kara's voice sounded slightly reproachful, "My parents wouldn't have an heir, and they would be pretty lonely without me, even if they preferred Roth when he was here."
"Kara...." Marik put his arm over her shoulder. "I don't care who they liked better, what matters is that I wouldn't like anyone more than you, especially not Madera. You're my best friend in the whole world!"
Kara smiled, opening her eyes to look at him. "You're mine too, Marik," she said, "And you're a hundred times better than Isaac."
She then frowned. "But we won't even be able to see each other after we marry. It's one of the most important laws of Tomb Keepers. But I don't know how I'd be able to keep going without your support."
Marik frowned too. "I know what you mean," he said, "I feel the same way. Are you sure you don't want to run away?"
Kara touched his cheek. "Marik... I want to, but it's..impossible."
"Nothing's impossible," said Marik.
"Running away is. My parents have guarded it so I'd never be able to. I think they did that after Roth ran away. I just wish--"
"That's the problem with most people," Marik said, putting a finger to her lips, "They dream about things they want to do instead of doing something about it."
"I know you're right, but--"
Marik silenced her again. "Kara," he whispered, "I want to tell you something before we're not able to see each other ever again."
Kara was about to speak, but he said, "No, don't say anything, not until I'm finished."
His face moved closer to hers, and every sound seemed to leave the room, the Keeper section, and maybe even the whole planet.
Kara heard Marik breath the quietest whisper he could achieve and still have her hear him, "I love you, Takara Rozene."
His lips locked with hers. Kara was shocked for the first few milliseconds, but then she relaxed into it. Marik pulled her closer, as if never wishing to let go of her.
This feeling was so new to her, but she was already addicted to it. She picked up Marik's scent; a mixture of spices and vanilla that seemed so real Kara almost thought it was something she cooked and was about to have for dessert.
That very second she knew: she loved Marik Ishtar.
"MARIK!"
They threw themselves apart, to see Mr. Ishtar in the doorway, a broken beer bottle in his hand and a look of pure fury on his face.
"Impossible,
For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage?
Impossible,
For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage?
And four white mice will never be four white horses?
Such fal-de-rah and fiddle-dee-dee of course is
Impossible!
But the world if full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules,
And won't believe what sensible people say,
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes,
Impossible things are happening everyday!
-Whitney Houston, Rodger's & Hammerstein's Cinderella
[Kitty: CLIFFY! ^_^
Lina: NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Yugi: 0___0 THAT CAN'T BE IT!!!!!
Marik: NO, NOT FATHER!!!!!!!
Kitty: I luv the reaction I put these three into when I do cliffys... ^___^ R&R]
Lina: Thanks, Child of the Stars, Kitty's glad you like it!
Yugi: kanikameskhenet- Yeah, I thought this story was kawaii too! ^_^ Even if I'm not the main char!
Marik: ^____^
Kitty: But that doesn't mean you won't be in it, Yugi.
Yugi: ^____^
Marik: -_- aw...
Kitty: Don't own song lyrics or Yu-Gi-Oh. Only Kara. Period. R&R!]
Chapter Six: Impossible?
Even if Ishizu begged Marik not to see Kara again, they continued their happy nights together. They did not mention the kiss or what their parents might think of this, they just acted like nothing had ever happened; and Marik liked it that way, at least until he turned 13 years old.
Marik couldn't explain it, but almost as soon as he turned 13, he felt different about Kara. He hated it even more when Kara had to say goodbye for the night, and for the first time, almost invited her to stay with him during the night, only to stop himself at the last minute.
[Lina: 0_0 Damn, Marik, you're obsessed!
Marik: *blushes furiously*]
Marik couldn't figure out what these feelings meant, but he couldn't dwell on them, since his father started to bring bachelorettes into the Ishtar home.
Tomb Keepers for other noble families (the ones who served the richer portion of Egyptian exchanges) seemed to be competing to win his affections, but Marik wasn't interested in any of them. Mr. Ishtar wasn't pleased.
One of them, Mr. Ishtar's favorite choice, was the daughter of the Persian Keepers. Her name was Mahira, and she was 14.
It seemed like men were nearly throwing themselves at her feet, and she didn't notice them at all. In comparison, she was nearly throwing herself at Marik's feet, and he didn't notice her at all.
But despite his objections, Mahira became Marik's suitor in Mr. Ishtar's and her parents' agreement.
When Kara came into his room that night, she found him looking quite upset. "What is it, Marik-chan?"
Marik sighed sadly, and hugged his knees. "My parents got me a suitor."
"She's not really what you had in mind, is she?" Kara asked, sitting down next to him and sensing his dejection.
"Not at all," Marik said bitterly, "Her name's Mahira. She acts like I'm a prize bull she's trying to win."
Kara moved closer to him. "I know what you mean," she whispered, looking down at her shoes, "I got a suitor too."
Marik became alert at those words. Not Kara too! "Who?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"His name's Isaac," Kara said sadly, "He's from the Family of the Scribes. He's already 17, but my parents think it's best. He's so serious... he's always reading something, and he never wishes to talk to anyone, not even his own parents."
Kara sighed. "I don't like him one bit, but there's nothing I can do. My parents have already finalized the marriage plans. When I turn 16 and Isaac turns 20, the Family of the Scribes and the Family of the Priests will be linked together, and I'll never be free again."
Marik stared. "I'm so sorry Kara," he whispered, bringing her face up so that his lavender eyes locked with her green ones, "I wish I could help you."
Kara smiled. "I'll be okay. Trust me, it's still three years until that happens."
She sighed. "I just wish--" She stopped herself. "What?" Marik asked.
Kara bit her lip. 'Great, now what? I can't tell him what I was really going to say!'
"I-I just wish I could be free to make my own choices, instead of the choices Mother and Father make for me, you know? Being able to marry the one I love, instead of marrying some monotonous, 17 year old asshole!"
Marik laughed. "Yeah." He moved closer to her so that she could rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Marik?" she whispered. "Yes?"
"You think you'll ever fall in love?"
Marik blushed. How could he say that he already did? "Sure, who wouldn't?"
"There aren't tons of choices down here, though..." "But what if we run away, away from everything Tomb Keeper?"
"Like Roth did?" Kara's voice sounded slightly reproachful, "My parents wouldn't have an heir, and they would be pretty lonely without me, even if they preferred Roth when he was here."
"Kara...." Marik put his arm over her shoulder. "I don't care who they liked better, what matters is that I wouldn't like anyone more than you, especially not Madera. You're my best friend in the whole world!"
Kara smiled, opening her eyes to look at him. "You're mine too, Marik," she said, "And you're a hundred times better than Isaac."
She then frowned. "But we won't even be able to see each other after we marry. It's one of the most important laws of Tomb Keepers. But I don't know how I'd be able to keep going without your support."
Marik frowned too. "I know what you mean," he said, "I feel the same way. Are you sure you don't want to run away?"
Kara touched his cheek. "Marik... I want to, but it's..impossible."
"Nothing's impossible," said Marik.
"Running away is. My parents have guarded it so I'd never be able to. I think they did that after Roth ran away. I just wish--"
"That's the problem with most people," Marik said, putting a finger to her lips, "They dream about things they want to do instead of doing something about it."
"I know you're right, but--"
Marik silenced her again. "Kara," he whispered, "I want to tell you something before we're not able to see each other ever again."
Kara was about to speak, but he said, "No, don't say anything, not until I'm finished."
His face moved closer to hers, and every sound seemed to leave the room, the Keeper section, and maybe even the whole planet.
Kara heard Marik breath the quietest whisper he could achieve and still have her hear him, "I love you, Takara Rozene."
His lips locked with hers. Kara was shocked for the first few milliseconds, but then she relaxed into it. Marik pulled her closer, as if never wishing to let go of her.
This feeling was so new to her, but she was already addicted to it. She picked up Marik's scent; a mixture of spices and vanilla that seemed so real Kara almost thought it was something she cooked and was about to have for dessert.
That very second she knew: she loved Marik Ishtar.
"MARIK!"
They threw themselves apart, to see Mr. Ishtar in the doorway, a broken beer bottle in his hand and a look of pure fury on his face.
"Impossible,
For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage?
Impossible,
For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage?
And four white mice will never be four white horses?
Such fal-de-rah and fiddle-dee-dee of course is
Impossible!
But the world if full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules,
And won't believe what sensible people say,
And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes,
Impossible things are happening everyday!
-Whitney Houston, Rodger's & Hammerstein's Cinderella
[Kitty: CLIFFY! ^_^
Lina: NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Yugi: 0___0 THAT CAN'T BE IT!!!!!
Marik: NO, NOT FATHER!!!!!!!
Kitty: I luv the reaction I put these three into when I do cliffys... ^___^ R&R]