Kira threw her bag down on her bed and kicked off her shoes. Throwing
herself on the bed as well, she began to cry her eyes out. That is until
the phone rang. Kira growled and picked it up.
"What?" she barked into the phone.
"Kira?" It's me, Marik-" Kira hung up the phone. It then began to ring again.
"You've got 5 minutes." Kira said rather harshly.
"Kira, I'm just calling to tell you, please come to the game!"
"And why would I do something like that?"
"Because, you'll find out."
"So what, I'll be able to watch you make out with Feryl? No thank you, not my idea of a good time." Kira snarled, and heard Marik sigh on the other end.
"No, just come, you'll be glad you did." Kira gasped as he hung up on her. Slamming down the phone, Kira started to think. Maybe it would be worth her while. She finally came to the conclusion that she would go, and if Marik made a fool of her, he would pay, dearly.
Opening her closet, Kira contemplated on wearing two outfits. Wait!? Why would I care how I look? Kira thought frowning. She just pulled out a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and some pale blue jeans. Examining herself in the mirror, Kira frowned again. He's just a stupid boy, why would I care?
*** Marik pulled on his Jersey overtop of his limitless padding. Brushing his bleach blond bangs out of his face he looked over at some of his fellow players. A couple of them he knew very well. Bakura. He was the sadistic yami of Ryou. Ryou was a friend of Jous. Marik didn't really care for Jou, but he could put up with him if he needed to. Then there was Otogi. He was a rich pretty boy who got everything he ever wanted with the click of his fingers. He was a friend of Marik, but sometimes got on his nerves. Next to Otogi was Honda, not really a good friend of Marik, but still someone he knew. Next came Yami. He was the, well, yami of the little runt Yugi. Normally, Marik was a total ass around everyone when he was hanging out with his group, but ever since Kira came into the picture, there hasn't been much time for them. Then there was Jou. The stupid blond puppy who always knew how to talk himself in between a rock and a hard place. It was quiet funny really.
Marik was awoken out of his thoughts by a sudden brisk slap on the ass.
"Who the hell?" Marik spun around ready to pound the offender into a bloody pulp, when he saw Jou. The shorter, golden haired teen stood there, his face contorting, trying to hold in the much needed laughter. Marik scowled. Jou couldn't take it anymore. He broke down into hysterics.
"Oh, m-my GOD Marik! You shoulda seen your face!" Jou nearly toppled over from laughter, but Marik caught him by the neck of his Jersey. Bringing his face a centimeter away from Jous, Marik whispered.
"It's not my own face to be worrying about, it's yours after I get through with it!" Jou gulped and brought his hands up to shove Marik off of him. After he was free, he dashed away from Marik, narrowly avoiding certain players. But to Jous misfortune, Marik caught up to him, and fast! Currently holding Jou in a head lock, the locker room doors burst open.
"Ok team! Let's hurry up and get out there!" the coach yelled. Marik let go of Jou, but quickly slammed him back into a locker.
"My ass is my property! Touch it again and you'll wish you'd never met me." Marik hissed into Jous ear. Shoving him forcefully one more time, Marik walked out of the locker room, Jou following but carefully keeping his distance.
Out on the field the other team was huddled around their coach, getting the first game plan ready. Mariks team had already done that before hand. This being the first game if the season, each player on the starting line up got a proper introduction. If they were new they just got their name and Jersey number called out. If they were here the year before, they got their name, Jersey and stats called out.
The Chargers team all lined up in a row, with the coach walking up and down the line, pointing at certain players to notify them that they weren't in the starting line up. The coach soon lazily walked up to Marik, looked at his clip board, and back at Marik, then continued walking. Marik sighed in relief, then also suddenly realized something. He quickly scanned over the bleachers to see if Kira was anywhere to be found. His hope was diminishing as fast as his eyes were darting around, until he finally spotted her. She was carefully edging her way past different people. She kept apologizing to each person she passed. Marik smiled at her kindness. Marik awoke out of his trance as he heard his name called loud and clear, and his stats from the year before. They soon finished calling everyone out, and the game began.
*** Kira watched in anticipation as the Chargers fought their way back to the lead for the win of the game. So far, they were neck on neck, tied with only a couple minutes left. Kira wondered if they could even survive the rain that was about to come rolling in.
*** "Marik, we need you out there. There's only a couple second left, well, 15 seconds. We need you to break the tie, don't miss this!" Marik nodded in agreement. He decided he would use a bit of vampire speed for this one. Waiting for the hut, Marik darted down the field faster than you could say 'FAST'. He then looked back at the QB and mentally cursed himself. It was Jou. Jou blinked in surprise as he saw how far down the field Marik had gone. He decided this was him only chance. Flinging his arm back, he tossed the ball as hard as he could ever possibly fling a ball in Mariks direction. Marik looked up as he saw the ball come hurtling towards him, not to mention the other team.
Marik decided this would be the time to put his Kira plan into action.
"Kira!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Kira looked up.
"Kira! This is for you!" Marik yelled just as the other team pummeled him into the cold ground. It soon started to rain. And like they say, when it rains it pours. Kira screamed as she saw Marik get clobbered into the ground. Dashing off of the stands, she hopped over the fence blocking the fans from the players and darted towards Mariks form.
Kira finally reached him and knelt down beside his shaking body. Kira wiped her soaked hair out of her eyes.
"Marik? The game, you lost it, and you nearly got killed by those other players!" Kira exclaimed. Marik grinned sheepishly. Kira frowned.
"I know, I did it for you. Anything I have to go through to get you to believe is worth it. Kira, Feryl put herself on me. I would never even dream of going behind your back like that!" Marik exclaimed, and suddenly cringed in pain as he attempted to get up. Soon the rest of the football team was surrounding Marik and Kira.
"Marik, what the hell where you thinking?" asked the coach, a little enraged about Mariks sudden loss. Some of the other team mates nodded. Marik shrugged.
"I guess I spaced out." The coach sighed.
"Well, win or lose, we need to get you to the hospital. That was a heavy tackle!" The team backed off and left Kira alone with Marik. She carefully pulled off his helmet and wiped a couple of stray strands of blond hair out of his eyes. Marik smiled at her gentleness.
"I thought you hated me." Marik said, hurting from more pain. Kira looked worried.
"I don't hate you Marik. I only just came to realize when I saw you tackled that harshly, I liked you. I like you a lot Marik. Hell, you could even say I'm falling in love with you!" Kira laughed. Marik tried to laugh, but it hurt to much. He groaned in pain, and Kira got worried all over again.
"Marik, are you sure you'll be alright?" Kira asked. She didn't get an answer as Marik suddenly lost consciousness. Kira panicked.
"We need an ambulance now!" Kira shouted. Soon enough, the paramedics arrived, and hauled Marik off on a stretcher. Kira could only hope that Marik would be ok. But sometimes, hoping just didn't cut it.
TBC
Lola: Sorry for the shortness!! I need ideas of what will happen at the hospital. If ya'll could email me a couple of ideas you would like to see written, please do so My email is bronx_135@hotmail.com
Thanks!! It will help a lot, and you'll like it cuz it will be some of your own creation!!
"What?" she barked into the phone.
"Kira?" It's me, Marik-" Kira hung up the phone. It then began to ring again.
"You've got 5 minutes." Kira said rather harshly.
"Kira, I'm just calling to tell you, please come to the game!"
"And why would I do something like that?"
"Because, you'll find out."
"So what, I'll be able to watch you make out with Feryl? No thank you, not my idea of a good time." Kira snarled, and heard Marik sigh on the other end.
"No, just come, you'll be glad you did." Kira gasped as he hung up on her. Slamming down the phone, Kira started to think. Maybe it would be worth her while. She finally came to the conclusion that she would go, and if Marik made a fool of her, he would pay, dearly.
Opening her closet, Kira contemplated on wearing two outfits. Wait!? Why would I care how I look? Kira thought frowning. She just pulled out a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and some pale blue jeans. Examining herself in the mirror, Kira frowned again. He's just a stupid boy, why would I care?
*** Marik pulled on his Jersey overtop of his limitless padding. Brushing his bleach blond bangs out of his face he looked over at some of his fellow players. A couple of them he knew very well. Bakura. He was the sadistic yami of Ryou. Ryou was a friend of Jous. Marik didn't really care for Jou, but he could put up with him if he needed to. Then there was Otogi. He was a rich pretty boy who got everything he ever wanted with the click of his fingers. He was a friend of Marik, but sometimes got on his nerves. Next to Otogi was Honda, not really a good friend of Marik, but still someone he knew. Next came Yami. He was the, well, yami of the little runt Yugi. Normally, Marik was a total ass around everyone when he was hanging out with his group, but ever since Kira came into the picture, there hasn't been much time for them. Then there was Jou. The stupid blond puppy who always knew how to talk himself in between a rock and a hard place. It was quiet funny really.
Marik was awoken out of his thoughts by a sudden brisk slap on the ass.
"Who the hell?" Marik spun around ready to pound the offender into a bloody pulp, when he saw Jou. The shorter, golden haired teen stood there, his face contorting, trying to hold in the much needed laughter. Marik scowled. Jou couldn't take it anymore. He broke down into hysterics.
"Oh, m-my GOD Marik! You shoulda seen your face!" Jou nearly toppled over from laughter, but Marik caught him by the neck of his Jersey. Bringing his face a centimeter away from Jous, Marik whispered.
"It's not my own face to be worrying about, it's yours after I get through with it!" Jou gulped and brought his hands up to shove Marik off of him. After he was free, he dashed away from Marik, narrowly avoiding certain players. But to Jous misfortune, Marik caught up to him, and fast! Currently holding Jou in a head lock, the locker room doors burst open.
"Ok team! Let's hurry up and get out there!" the coach yelled. Marik let go of Jou, but quickly slammed him back into a locker.
"My ass is my property! Touch it again and you'll wish you'd never met me." Marik hissed into Jous ear. Shoving him forcefully one more time, Marik walked out of the locker room, Jou following but carefully keeping his distance.
Out on the field the other team was huddled around their coach, getting the first game plan ready. Mariks team had already done that before hand. This being the first game if the season, each player on the starting line up got a proper introduction. If they were new they just got their name and Jersey number called out. If they were here the year before, they got their name, Jersey and stats called out.
The Chargers team all lined up in a row, with the coach walking up and down the line, pointing at certain players to notify them that they weren't in the starting line up. The coach soon lazily walked up to Marik, looked at his clip board, and back at Marik, then continued walking. Marik sighed in relief, then also suddenly realized something. He quickly scanned over the bleachers to see if Kira was anywhere to be found. His hope was diminishing as fast as his eyes were darting around, until he finally spotted her. She was carefully edging her way past different people. She kept apologizing to each person she passed. Marik smiled at her kindness. Marik awoke out of his trance as he heard his name called loud and clear, and his stats from the year before. They soon finished calling everyone out, and the game began.
*** Kira watched in anticipation as the Chargers fought their way back to the lead for the win of the game. So far, they were neck on neck, tied with only a couple minutes left. Kira wondered if they could even survive the rain that was about to come rolling in.
*** "Marik, we need you out there. There's only a couple second left, well, 15 seconds. We need you to break the tie, don't miss this!" Marik nodded in agreement. He decided he would use a bit of vampire speed for this one. Waiting for the hut, Marik darted down the field faster than you could say 'FAST'. He then looked back at the QB and mentally cursed himself. It was Jou. Jou blinked in surprise as he saw how far down the field Marik had gone. He decided this was him only chance. Flinging his arm back, he tossed the ball as hard as he could ever possibly fling a ball in Mariks direction. Marik looked up as he saw the ball come hurtling towards him, not to mention the other team.
Marik decided this would be the time to put his Kira plan into action.
"Kira!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Kira looked up.
"Kira! This is for you!" Marik yelled just as the other team pummeled him into the cold ground. It soon started to rain. And like they say, when it rains it pours. Kira screamed as she saw Marik get clobbered into the ground. Dashing off of the stands, she hopped over the fence blocking the fans from the players and darted towards Mariks form.
Kira finally reached him and knelt down beside his shaking body. Kira wiped her soaked hair out of her eyes.
"Marik? The game, you lost it, and you nearly got killed by those other players!" Kira exclaimed. Marik grinned sheepishly. Kira frowned.
"I know, I did it for you. Anything I have to go through to get you to believe is worth it. Kira, Feryl put herself on me. I would never even dream of going behind your back like that!" Marik exclaimed, and suddenly cringed in pain as he attempted to get up. Soon the rest of the football team was surrounding Marik and Kira.
"Marik, what the hell where you thinking?" asked the coach, a little enraged about Mariks sudden loss. Some of the other team mates nodded. Marik shrugged.
"I guess I spaced out." The coach sighed.
"Well, win or lose, we need to get you to the hospital. That was a heavy tackle!" The team backed off and left Kira alone with Marik. She carefully pulled off his helmet and wiped a couple of stray strands of blond hair out of his eyes. Marik smiled at her gentleness.
"I thought you hated me." Marik said, hurting from more pain. Kira looked worried.
"I don't hate you Marik. I only just came to realize when I saw you tackled that harshly, I liked you. I like you a lot Marik. Hell, you could even say I'm falling in love with you!" Kira laughed. Marik tried to laugh, but it hurt to much. He groaned in pain, and Kira got worried all over again.
"Marik, are you sure you'll be alright?" Kira asked. She didn't get an answer as Marik suddenly lost consciousness. Kira panicked.
"We need an ambulance now!" Kira shouted. Soon enough, the paramedics arrived, and hauled Marik off on a stretcher. Kira could only hope that Marik would be ok. But sometimes, hoping just didn't cut it.
TBC
Lola: Sorry for the shortness!! I need ideas of what will happen at the hospital. If ya'll could email me a couple of ideas you would like to see written, please do so My email is bronx_135@hotmail.com
Thanks!! It will help a lot, and you'll like it cuz it will be some of your own creation!!