Well, that was too close for comfort. Marik stood up and brushed off the back of his pants. He exited the kitchen, and made his way to his room. Unconsciously, Marik pulled off his sweat pants and changed into his boxers. It was WAY to hot in the room for a shirt, so he climbed into bed and fell asleep right away.
***
Marik awoke to a scream. His eyes shot open as he sat straight up. What the hell? Marik thought about possible situations for someone to scream bloody murder, but only, murder came to mind. Throwing back the sheets Marik raced out of the room and followed where the scream had came from.
Marik followed it until he reached the bathroom. Opening the door he found Kira standing at the sink, washing her face. She seemed happy, as if morning was her time of day. Marik growled and folded his arms across his well-built chest.
"What the hell did you scream for?" he demanded. Kira looked over to him, eyeing him innocently.
"I stubbed my toe." she said simply. She then went back to drying her face off. Marik rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.
"Well then you didn't have to scream bloody murder!" he said somewhat rudely. Kira looked over once more and glared daggers at him. Imitating his voice, Kira spoke;
"Well it hurt a hell of a lot!" With that, Kira shoved past him and went to her room to change. Marik stared after her. Gods! Women are hard to understand! Marik thought hard. He then shut the bathroom door and locked it, getting himself ready for the day.
About one hour later, Kira was sitting in the living room, reading a random magazine she had found lying on the coffee table. She was wearing a bright orange t-shirt with a 71 written in big bold letters in the top center. The shirt hugged her curves perfectly. Also, to match the top, Kira was wearing beige capris. On her feet she just had plain socks, her shoes sitting in the foyer of the house. Her hair was done into two loose braids that draped lazily over her shoulders. And around her neck she had a silver chain with a heart hanging in the front.
Marik walked into the room and Kira looked over at him. What she saw made her gasp, and also couldn't help her but ask;
"Do you work out?" she asked as if it was an everyday thing. Marik grinned and sat down in a chair across from Kira.
"Why, you like what you see?" he asked jokingly.
"Yeah." Kira said simply, and went back to her magazine. Marik eyed her suspiciously, but dropped the subject. Marik was wearing a navy t-shirt that was somewhat tight on him, showing off his well defined abs. On the shirt it read: Slackers unite, tomorrow. Marik liked it cause it matched his personality. He wore white cargos, and black necklace with a shark tooth draped from it. And his hair, well, take a wild guess. It looked hot, as usual.
Kira placed her magazine on the table, and looked at Marik. She stood up and approached him slowly.
"You know, I find it quite amusing to see you squirm like this." Kira said suggestively. Marik quickly stood up, matching her stalky-ness.
"Well I don't." he said, ending the conversation. Kira giggled a bit and followed Marik as he walked into the foyer, grabbing his book bag on the way. Kira quickly darted to her room to collect hers. Marik put on a pair of shades as he exited the house, soon followed by Kira, with the exception of the shades.
Marik pressed the little button that goes 'BLEEP BLEEP' and unlocks the car doors on your car. Kira opened her side, and sat down. Marik doing the same. Actually no, he more or less hoped into the car, and smiling at Kira.
"Why did you unlock the doors then?" she asked. Marik looked back at the road as he put the key in the ignition. Revving the engine, he smirked, but not at Kira.
"Just so you would ask that." he said simply, laughing a bit. Kira was about to protest when Marik floored the accelerator and they were off. A little while into the ride Kira had to break the silence.
"You got any music or something?" she asked, squinting in the sunlight. (AN: remember people, this is a CONVERTIBLE, although I know the sun can get in your eyes in a roofed car, I just thought I'd remind you)
Marik opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cd. Kira eyed it, confused.
"I burnt it." Marik replied, to no question in particular. Popping the cd in, Marik turned it to number 6 and Sean Paul's Shake that Thang song started up. Kiras eyes widened.
"I LOVE this song!" she exclaimed. Marik smirked as Kira began to sing along. The song was over by the time they reached the school. Turning of the ignition, Marik hoped out once more as Kira opened the door, got out and then shut it.
"So, guess we're back where we started." said Kira, hoisting her bag over her shoulder. Marik nodded, and pressed the little button on his key chain as they heard the doors 'click' with a lock.
Upon entering the school, Marik turned left to go to his locker, as Kira headed straight. She finally arrived and entered the combination. Inside her locker she found a note. Curious as to what it was, she opened it, and in it was her first task.
He must be in the school. Kira thought, reading the note carefully. It sounded simple. Pick up a package after school on 12th and Main, then deliver it to 16th and Cross. The note also stated that she should just leave it on the step of the little shack that would be right there.
Kira pocketed the note, and grabbed her math text.
"Hey Kira!" some unknown voice shouted. She turned around to be slapped harshly in the face. She stumbled back a bit at the force, and touched her cheek where it stung. She looked up to see Feryl, the girl she had fought on her first day.
"What was that for?" Kira yelled, talking a step threateningly towards Feryl. Feryl only stood up straighter and declared;
"If you touch me one more time, I'll make sure that if you're kidnaped again, you'll be killed as well" Feryl said just as a teacher rounded the corner. Noticing the tension, she spoke up.
"What's going on here?" she asked in a professional sort of way. Feryl smirked and was the first one to speak up.
"Kira slapped me and threatened to kidnap me!" cried Feryl, also lying. Kira balled her fists but decided to keep her mouth shut.
"Alright then, Kira, follow me." said the teacher, believing Feryls story. The two entered a neat looking office, and Kira sat down in a comfy black chair in front of the desk. The teacher also sat down, and laced her fingers together. She eyed Kira meanly.
"What made you do this?" asked the teacher. Kiras anger was now beyond belief, but she decided to keep a low profile.
"I don't know." Kira lied. The teacher eyed her once more.
"Well, we can't have behavior like this in our school young lady. Just because you're a goddess doesn't mean you have the run of the place." Kiras eyes bulged out. The teacher continued. "So if this happens once more, you shall indeed be expelled."
Kira nodded in understanding and stood up to leave the office. Once she was back en-route to her class, she spotted Marik and joined him on the path to math.