My my my my my it's been a while. My excuse?
OH. MY. GOD school is bitch!
Yeah, that IS an excuse. Over the holidays I got to write heaps but as soon as I got back to school they decided second term of Year 9 is a good time to give you so much work you can't do ANYTHING but homework EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! It is sooooooo horrible! So I keep sitting down with my little green book to write a draft of Marik's entry but school has drained me and I am soooo out of inspiration right now! I just had to write this chapter because I hate leaving a story to lie (and trust me I do it a lot), plus I've made friends with Her Sweetness and her fave character is Marik (like me) so I knew I had to get his chappie out soon for her. So here I am, trying. A big thank you to all my reviewers as usual: THANKS SO MUCH! And I just realized I never put a disclaimer in here so:
Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh or anything else that's already owned in this that I talk about.
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Oh no matter how many times I write that it doesn't get old. I am just so…. I have this wonderful feeling in my chest. I have to ask Malik what it is.
…
He said it was my heartbeat. NO YOU FOOL, the EMOTIONAL feeling!
Oh.
He said it's happiness.
That's different. I am happy. I, Marik Ishtar, am happy. Why? Oh, wouldn't you like to know…
This journal… it's perfect… it's the most perfect thing I have ever seen. The most perfectly wonderful thing. The most perfectly wonderfully POWERFULLY blue thing I ever set eyes on.
Kaiba thought his Obelisk was good? Pah! That thing is a blueberry compared to this… this journal! I am in raptures! These pages – these wonderful, written-on pages! They're the key…… oh yes….. Flick through and feel the power –
WTF! WTF is this?
Bakura.
Bakura, my friend Bakura, how could he? That leather pants story was confidential! I told him that in utter confidential-ness!
It's not funny. I can still feel that leather scarping against my XXXX.
…
Malik scribbled on my page. He said "that term is not politically correct anymore Marik and if you write it you'll get put in jail."
What is he on? All I wrote was XXX –
Ow, okay. Okay. I won't write it. I have better things to talk about anyway. The Gods are wrathful. It's all Bakura's fault. I DON'T TORCH CATS! I was giving them respectful, pain-free passages into the afterlife by burning their mortal bodies.
I love kitties.
…
Oh Ra. That was soppy. I can hear those fools laughing now. LAUGH AWAY, MORTALS! I SHALL LAIGH WITH YOU!
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
You see! Are you wondering why I am laughing? Are you wondering why I am so thrilled by this journal?
It is simple.
Every one of you fools has written in this journal – even Kaiba – and using your unique handwriting I Marik Ishtar shall curse you all!
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Oh I am not afraid to tell you this. By the time you discover my plan, you will all be cursed to death, or at least have unfortunate growths all over your body.
I'll need a test run, with a test subject.
And what a coincidence… Joey Wheeler caught my fancy…
Mr Wheeler, from this day on the only clothing that will fit you is…
Purple leather. This happens to be one of my favourite curses. Excuse me while I chant.
…
There, finished. I can hear his screams of horror now…
I love being me.
TBC
Well finally, that chapter's out! Hope you liked it! Marik's a bit, um... eloquent and no one else is. But y'know, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Marik's story will sort of continue in the next chappie, which Malik will write in (hopefully. I can't remember what I planned but LUCKILY I wrote it down somewhere). And no, Ishizu/Isis won't write in this. No female characters will. I don't like them and I'm not too good at writing from their POV. PLEASE R&R!