Me: I'm ba-ack!
Marik: I'm dry, finally.
Ryou: I am finally in this delightful story!
Marik: Yay! A half intelligent person!
Me: Do you need me to get my Bazooka out again?
Marik: Eep...
Marik woke to a scrubbing noise at his door. He went to the barred window and looked out. He saw a small white lump on the ground. At closer inspection, it was a small boy, with white-lavender hair and very pale skin. He was even wearing white pants and a white shirt! The only thing not white about him was the belt around his waist over the shirt; it was purple and green. When he looked up, Marik was almost surprised to see warm, chocolate brown eyes and a pretty, rather than handsome, face. The resemblance to the first mate of the ship was uncanny. A relative, perhaps?
"Hello," the boy said. He had a very soft voice, and some kind of accent.
"Um, hello."
"What is your name?"
"Marik."
"Oh, that is right. I am Ryou." Ryou, now that Marik got a good look at him, appeared to be only about 11 or 12. Ryou smiled, then heard voices. He bent down and started scrubbing again. Understanding the sense of urgency, Marik lay down in his cell. He heard two pirates coming down the walkway.
"Hey, look, it's Bakura's li'l white mouse."
"H-hello, sirs."
"What's yer name agin?"
"Ryou."
"Oh yeah. Well, git scrubbin', slave boy!" Marik felt immediately sorry for Ryou, a slave on this ship. Then he reminded himself that his situation wasn't so great either. One of the pirates kicked Ryou, causing him to give a tiny cry. Then the two pirates walked away, laughing. When they were completely gone, Ryou came to Marik's door.
"I apologize. Where were we?" He was acting as though nothing had happened. Marik just stared at him. Ryou caught the look and smiled.
"It happens all the time. I am such a weakling that they like to toy with me a bit," he said. Marik saw a small dirt mark on Ryou's shirt over his ribs.
"Do they hit you often?" he asked. Ryou shook his head.
"No. I am one of the lucky slaves. Bakura took a liking to me because I slightly resemble him. Come to think of it, you look rather like Captain Malik. Any relation?"
"No."
"I see. It must be a coincidence."
"Yeah."
"Except for I have learned that there is no such thing as coincidence. Ah well. We shall see. Have you met any of the other slaves?"
"There're more of you?"
"Yes. Many." Marik decided to change the subject.
"So, how old are you?"
"14. And you?" Well. Marik had been close.
"Recently 17."
"So why are you here? All I heard in the cabin was your name." Marik then told Ryou the story of Iddan and Bakura. When he finished, Ryou shook his head.
"I was taken from home when I was 5 and sold to Captain Malik. Bakura decided he liked me, so I am slightly under protection. Most of the other slaves are used as punching bags. You are in a very bad predicament, my friend. I will try to help you." One look into Ryou's eyes was all the assurance Marik needed.
Ryou: Delightful, I tell you! Delightful! Me: You have a strange obession with that word. Marik: He's more intelligent than you. Me: Stick a spatula in it. Marik: A...spatula? Me: I love randomness. Ryou: Will I continue to be in this delightful story? Me: Only if people read and review! Ryou: (Gives cutie face) Pleeeeeze!
Marik woke to a scrubbing noise at his door. He went to the barred window and looked out. He saw a small white lump on the ground. At closer inspection, it was a small boy, with white-lavender hair and very pale skin. He was even wearing white pants and a white shirt! The only thing not white about him was the belt around his waist over the shirt; it was purple and green. When he looked up, Marik was almost surprised to see warm, chocolate brown eyes and a pretty, rather than handsome, face. The resemblance to the first mate of the ship was uncanny. A relative, perhaps?
"Hello," the boy said. He had a very soft voice, and some kind of accent.
"Um, hello."
"What is your name?"
"Marik."
"Oh, that is right. I am Ryou." Ryou, now that Marik got a good look at him, appeared to be only about 11 or 12. Ryou smiled, then heard voices. He bent down and started scrubbing again. Understanding the sense of urgency, Marik lay down in his cell. He heard two pirates coming down the walkway.
"Hey, look, it's Bakura's li'l white mouse."
"H-hello, sirs."
"What's yer name agin?"
"Ryou."
"Oh yeah. Well, git scrubbin', slave boy!" Marik felt immediately sorry for Ryou, a slave on this ship. Then he reminded himself that his situation wasn't so great either. One of the pirates kicked Ryou, causing him to give a tiny cry. Then the two pirates walked away, laughing. When they were completely gone, Ryou came to Marik's door.
"I apologize. Where were we?" He was acting as though nothing had happened. Marik just stared at him. Ryou caught the look and smiled.
"It happens all the time. I am such a weakling that they like to toy with me a bit," he said. Marik saw a small dirt mark on Ryou's shirt over his ribs.
"Do they hit you often?" he asked. Ryou shook his head.
"No. I am one of the lucky slaves. Bakura took a liking to me because I slightly resemble him. Come to think of it, you look rather like Captain Malik. Any relation?"
"No."
"I see. It must be a coincidence."
"Yeah."
"Except for I have learned that there is no such thing as coincidence. Ah well. We shall see. Have you met any of the other slaves?"
"There're more of you?"
"Yes. Many." Marik decided to change the subject.
"So, how old are you?"
"14. And you?" Well. Marik had been close.
"Recently 17."
"So why are you here? All I heard in the cabin was your name." Marik then told Ryou the story of Iddan and Bakura. When he finished, Ryou shook his head.
"I was taken from home when I was 5 and sold to Captain Malik. Bakura decided he liked me, so I am slightly under protection. Most of the other slaves are used as punching bags. You are in a very bad predicament, my friend. I will try to help you." One look into Ryou's eyes was all the assurance Marik needed.
Ryou: Delightful, I tell you! Delightful! Me: You have a strange obession with that word. Marik: He's more intelligent than you. Me: Stick a spatula in it. Marik: A...spatula? Me: I love randomness. Ryou: Will I continue to be in this delightful story? Me: Only if people read and review! Ryou: (Gives cutie face) Pleeeeeze!