It wasn't until later that evening that Marik finally arrived at home, exhausted beyond belief. (A.N: not that way!) He didn't even bother taking his shoes off as he trudged up his stairs, cursing the mere matter that the stairs were even there. Once finally in his beloved room, he collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only to be awoken immediately after of course. The phone gave one shrill ring before Marik lifted up his head and placed it back down, this time facing the phone. He glared at it. It knew he was trying to sleep, that's why it was ringing. Aw crap, I'm going nuts. Marik thought.

With a great heave of effort, Marik managed to get the phone off its hook around the fifth ring.

"Hello?" he asked, trying not to show that he was completely wasted.

"Marik? Is that you? Are you alright?" a very worried, female voice said on the other side. Instantly, the vampire-boy knew who this was.

"Kira?"

"Yes, yes it's me. Are you ok?" she asked again. Marik rolled his eyes. He wasn't damaged too much from their little fight.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok, Kira. It was only a small little fight, nothing to get riled up over." He heard an annoyed sigh from the other line, and raised one fine eyebrow.

"Marik, that's not it! When I delivered the letter today.. I.. well.. you see.." she tried to pull the words out of her mouth, but she just couldn't find the right way to say it. Marik knitted his brows together.

"You what, Kira?"

"... I didn't mean to Marik, I swear!" was all she said before bursting out in tears, her sobs clearly heard by Marik on the other side.

"He's going to get you! He wants to kill you! I asked him, begged him to reconsider but he wouldn't listen!" Kira sobbed uncontrollably, unable to keep back her tears.

"Who Kira? Who wants to kill me?" Marik asked, a little freaked out know. He looked warily over to his window, as if expecting a masked man with a knife to be on the other side.

"The boss, my boss! It's my fault, he thinks you're a distraction to me! He thinks you're getting in his way! Marik, I-" she let out a shaky breath, "I think I'm going to have to leave here."

Marik sat up straight in his bed, not believing what he had just heard. Thoughts ran through his mind. Kira couldn't leave! She was all he had! After Kira, there came nothing! Before Kira, there was nothing! After all this time of looking for that one person, they had to leave, because he was a distraction!

"That's out of the question, Kira." Marik said, his voice completely serious. Kira sniffled a little bit.

"It's the only answer, Marik. I've taken some thought into those letters, and I think I know what they mean. I, well.. I sort of went looking through my fathers papers, and found a journal of his." She confessed. Marik sighed.

"And let me guess, you read them?"

"Yes. And I found out why I've been delivering the letters. I know what's going to happen. I think, before I confirm my decision of leaving, I need to talk to you in person." Marik nodded, then realized Kira couldn't actually see him right now.

"Yeah sure, of course. Where at?" he asked, grabbing a pen and paper. His stupid memory of no actual use to him.

"Well, I was think a small, quiet coffee shop. Not a lot of people around. I don't want anyone hearing what I'm going to be telling you."

"Well, how about the one on 40th street. That's a small one were hardly anyone can fit in. Not many people go there, it'll be fine." Marik suggested, writing it down quickly.

"Ok. That's fine. I'll see you there around five, Marik. Don't tell anyone we had this conversation. Having you involved is already too much." With that, Kira hung up.

Around five, Marik stood outside the coffee shop, scanning the streets for Kira. It wasn't a very nice day out. Around ten above zero. Not many people were out and about on a day like this, so Marik guessed they wouldn't have anybody listening in on their conversation.

It had been ten minutes and Kira still hadn't shown up. He glanced at the piece of paper in his hand. In chicken scratch it said; meet Kira on 40th at five. He glanced up towards the nearest street sign, which read 40th. He looked behind him to make sure he was standing at the coffee shop. He was. All was in order, except for Kira.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Marik decided to just go home and call Kira. He could figure out what was going on over the phone, and not freeze his ass off at the same time. Just as he blonde boy was about to turn around and head back the way he came, a voice rang through the air.

"Marik! Wait!" he whipped around sharply to see Kira running towards him. She stopped within a foot of him and rested her arms on her knees, panting for breath.

"Why didn't you just.. appear here instead of running?" Marik asked, helping her to stand upright. Kira shook her head, feeling dizzy from the movement.

"I couldn't. My boss could easily find me if I were to use my magic. Come on, lets go inside." She said, turning towards the shop doors and heading in. Marik followed closely behind.

Once inside, Kira glanced around, not very impressed with the state of the coffee shop. It wasn't very at-home-ish, and she had the distinct feeling that there were some unknown mice running around. No wonder nobody came here.

Marik too looked around, and wasn't impressed. At all. He knew this place was small, but a complete dump? That was what he wasn't expecting. He glanced at Kira, who in fact, had already found a table to sit at.

Her boyfriend soon grabbed a chair nearby, and pulled it up to the other side of the table. Kira looked around, wondering if a waitress was going to come by and take their order. It looked almost deserted.

"I don't think anyone is going to be coming to take our order." Marik said quietly. Kira averted her eyes away from the waitress standing by the kitchen doors, smoking, towards Marik.

"I guess not." She added, shrugging. She didn't care really. Interruptions were the last thing she needed at the moment. At least it was a little warmer inside the dumpy café.

The young goddess glanced around the table, making sure no one was paying attention, or even looking at them. No one was, as there was probably about, five people populating the café. Including themselves. Deciding it would be easier to quickly get this over with, Kira turned towards Marik.

"As I told you before, on the phone. I know what's going on, and why I'm delivering these letters." Kira started, noticing she had Marik attention grasped in her hand.

"So.. I read my fathers journal, and found out what his mission was, his job. He.. he had the same one as me." Marik narrowed his eyes. This didn't sound like it was going anywhere.

"But.. it's not like I'm delivering letters of actual discussions. I'm delivering.. directions. Placements. To, other bosses. Well.. you see. It's kind of complicated really." Kira brought her hand to the back of her neck and sighed.

"Go on." Marik urged. He needed to know what was going on. He wasn't one to take being left in the dark easily. He stared at Kira expectantly.

"You see. My fathers boss, who is my boss, fell in love with my mother. Well.. she wasn't yet my mother, but soon to be. She fell in love with my father. His boss got very angry with him, and was planning revenge. But the problem was, he counted carry out his revenge on his own. So what better way than to trick my father into thinking it was a simple test to prove he was cut out for being a god. He was told to deliver these letters," Kira glanced up at Marik to see if he was following. Marik sat there, hanging on to every word that came out of the goddess's mouth.

"But, my birth got in the way. I became a distraction. My father was soon to involved with his own affairs, that he did not complete the task. The boss was also very angry that my father had had a child with the love of his life. Or what was what he wished was the love of his life. So.. now I'm supposed to finish off these deliveries, and.."

Marik knew what was about to come next. And he didn't want it to happen. His life had been so good up to this part. Ever since Kira had arrived at the school, his life had been straightened out for the better. He was more on track, and his strength of a vampire was becoming more and more greater.

This couldn't possibly be the end. It wasn't going to happen, he wasn't going to let it happen.

"So.. that's why I can't see you anymore Marik. It's for your own-"

"My own what? My own good? How is that supposed to be true? Huh? How in the bloody hell could that ever possibly be true?" Marik interrupted. He glared at Kira, who instantly felt like disappearing.

"How better my life? How could it possibly make me happier? How can I continue to live the way I do, when I can't live without you?" his tone had now gone down by now. It was a mere whisper. Kira stared at him sadly. She knew this was going to happen. She knew Marik was going to throw a fit.

But she couldn't risk Marik's life, so she could finish a simple task. It was stupid. She loved Marik with all her heart, and keeping him alive and well was all that she needed to make her happy.

There was nothing she could do about it now.

Kira than stood up, and gave Marik a short kiss on the cheek. She knew she would be seeing him again, but would she know him the same way she did now?

Only time could tell.

TBC

AAAAACK!!! That took me a while!! I'm SO sorry!! I'll NEVER EVER take that long to get an update ever again! .. on this story I mean. I've had a lot of tests so far.. jeeze people, it's the beginning of the year! We need time to ORGANIZE!! At least, I do.

Well, I think I deserve a few reviews .. even if it's ya'll yelling and screaming at me for such a crappy update, or yelling and screaming for such a late update. Either way, let me know what you think!!

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