Marik didn't know what was wrong, but he knew she was in dire need of some help. Kira started to sob uncontrollably. She threw herself back on the bed and turned over on to her stomach. Resting her head on her folded arms, the tears still came, but no sound.
Marik rubbed her back soothingly. He didn't really know what to do in a situation like this, but he knew he could always try. Kira soon stopped crying, and sat back up, looking Marik straight in the eyes.
"If I tell you what's wrong, promise not to tell anyone?" she asked, searching his eyes for a trace of understanding. Marik nodded, eager to know what had caused this sudden outburst. Kira looked down to the floor.
"Well, there is something I need to tell you," she started, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, "I, am in big trouble." Marik still didn't understand what was going on. But Kira wasn't finished.
"Go on." he urged.
"Well, it's just...every god has a boss. My boss, is kind of, evil. My father was supposed to run a very life threatening errand for him, and my father failed. So, as a little wager if my father was to fail, the boss would come after me." Kira finished. Marik looked as confused as ever. Kira broke into tears again, this time falling against Marik's chest. He heaved air as she pummeled herself on him, tears pouring out of her eyes like waterfalls.
"Shhh, Kira it'll be alright, we can work it out." Marik said, resuming his back rubbing. Kira continued to cry, and cry until her heart couldn't take it anymore. She just breathed heavily, all the while enjoying Marik's hand soothing her. Ever so slowly, Kira fell asleep, and Marik noticed this due to her normal breathing patterns.
As gently as he could possibly manage, Marik placed Kira down under the blankets, and silently exited the room.
Making his way down to his room, Marik discarded himself of his shirt and pants, and changed into something more... suitable for this time of night. Just some comfy sweat pants and no shirt. Marik eyed himself in the mirror, promising himself he would do another 2 hours at the gym on Saturday, but for now, homework.
Gah, I HATE homework! Marik thought angrily as he tried to work out a difficult math problem. That's right, even a special pupil school has normal subjects, in fact, they're just like our real people schools, just with the exception that they're pupils are specially skilled. Marik bit the end of his pencil, not noticing the soft padding noises that were coming up behind him.
Marik froze.
He felt one hand on his shoulder, and another covering his eyes. He put down the pencil, ready for a possible attack, only to hear a familiar voice ring out.
"It's only me Marik, don't go freak-o on me." said Kira, giggling. Marik wiggled out of her grip and looked up at her.
"How did you get better all of a sudden?" he asked. Kira shrugged.
"I don't know, but there is something I need to tell you. I'm kind of, wedged in a corner here. The boss in my dream said if I don't do his errands every two months, he'll kill me!" Kira let out. All in one breath, Marik bolted out a million questions.
"What's the errand? Every two months? Kill you? Your kidding me..." Marik went on to continue but Kira held up her hand.
"The errand is something the boss needs done. And the boss is someone, like a guardian angel. He watches over me, makes sure I don't do anything rational with my powers. Cause I mean, with powers like these I could practically take over the earth." Marik's eyes bulged out of his head. He only managed to speak a couple of short words.
"The earth?" he breathed. Kira nodded contentedly.
"And you're keeping a straight head over all of this?" Kira nodded once more. Marik sat back and brought his hand up to his forehead. He didn't have time for all of these details.
"Listen Kira, make yourself at home, do remember though, we have school tomorrow and the teacher doesn't take lightly to un-finished homework."
Marik turned his attention back to his work, ignoring Kira. Kira took this as a chance to check out what Marik had to eat. She searched the fridge, cabinets and counter bottoms, but nothing that could really please her appetite. So Kira decided to whip something up of her own. Taking out a pot, a big spoon and practically every edible thing she could find, Kira began mixing everything together. Soon enough, there was a huge mess, and Kira wasn't even finished. There was water all over the floor. Tomatoes where lying all over, as well as the celery. Bits off pepper, spices and other extra goodies were littered on the ground, on the counter and on Kira.
Marik stood up after finishing his homework, and entered the kitchen.
"Holy...sh...CRAP!" he yelled. Kira glanced over to Marik, and back to her bowl of soup. Marik gingerly entered the kitchen. As if one more loud sound would shatter the whole room.
"What...how...why? What happened?" he asked, eyes still scanning over every little detail of the detonated room. Kira giggled, and sipped another bit of soup. With a wave of her hand and a little carefully chosen words, Kira summoned a cleaning spell, and the kitchen looked as if no one had ever stepped foot in it.
Marik blinked in confusion, and sat down beside Kira. He glared at her for a while. Kira returned the glare.
"You can't keep on doing that you know!" Marik instructed.
"Do what?" Kira asked, taking another sip of soup.
"The thing with your magic. You need to learn how to do things yourself." Marik said, slowly. Kira rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry, I don't normally do that, except your stupid mumbling was getting kind of annoying, so I decided to wipe that blank look off your face." Kira informed, bringing her soup to the counter. Marik let out a little laugh, and came up to the counter to stand beside Kira. Kira didn't look at him though, she was busy cleaning her bowl in the sink.
"So, I guess your staying here." said Marik in an all-knowing-tone. Kira looked at him strangely.
"Yeah, I guess so. But don't get any funny ideas, I'm sleeping in my own room, away from you!" Kira said firmly, shaking a finger at him. Marik rolled his eyes.
"What ever gave you the idea that I even wanted to be near you?" he asked mockingly. Kira flashed her eyes in his direction and pounced on him. Marik fell with a thud on his back, Kira sitting on his stomach. Marik glared at her.
"What was that for?" he asked, attempting to sit up, but Kira held him down.
"For that remark, I may be young and look naive, but I know my looks and I know you can't resist me at the moment." Marik's eyes bulged as he heard what Kira said. Kira giggled as she continued to make Marik feel more and more uncomfortable. What caused him to feel even more weird was Kira closing in on him. Marik felt himself leaning up towards her. Her face was only inches from his, her eyes closed by now, and Mariks. Suddenly, Marik felt the weight lift off his body, and heard footsteps. He opened his eyes to see Kira leaving the room.