Hello everyone. Okay, I'm going to take to a little bit of explaining about this and probably the next few chapters. Its going to be weird, but stay with me, k? There are going to be a few new characters, some physical character changes, and a few scenes of this that take place in this dance club. Oh, and for all of you dancers who know what you are doing, don't make fun of me for not really knowing any of this stuff. I don't dance therefore I would not know. Anyways, here's the next chapter of Second Chance for Romance.
A year after the feud between the four lovers, the yamis and their hikaris had taken to new lives, leaving behind their old and terribly distorted lives in Japan. Mariku and Malik had fled to Cairo, Egypt to begin their lives, taking it step by step.
They had settled down into a home much like their old one, but it was smaller with only two floors instead of three. The mansion sized home was made up of brown bricks that were spattered with paint, this making the house stand out from the rest of the homes surrounding it.
The insides of the house were colorful and not boring at all. The furniture was of a rich quality consisting of silk. There was yet another largely unaffordable home entertainment system, but for Mariku it was no trouble at all to obtain such fine things for his home since he had to never pay for something he could materialize with a new magic he had learned from a book of spells he had come across when he had moved into the city.
The house consisted of one hundred guest rooms along with Mariku and Malik's own rooms which were twice the size of their old rooms. Mariku's bed was made of the finest gold silk, even better than what was on his couch. He had pillows galore, a black carpet (to hide the wine stains ), and a very expensive chest of drawers. There were candles everywhere and a small bar to please his drinking habits.
Malik's room was basically the same except for he did not have small bar, of course, he never actually drank, and if he did he was tricked into it by his lying darker half. They had it all, just like they did in Japan. Except, Mariku had not truly ever gotten over Bakura who he thought of ever day.
"Malik!" The tomb keeper called up to the second floor to his hikari. The lighter half of the dark rushed to the banister atop the stairway, glancing over its edge. "I'm going to market. Do you need anything?" The darker half inquired. "Yeah, hold on." The hikari ran to his bedroom and soon returned with a very long list of things to pick up and sent him on his way.
Surprisingly, just a fifteen minute walk from the mansion-sized home, a new club had opened. Two twin brothers, probably from the states, had opened it and they had the only one in this city. They were both said to be a handsome men with palid locks of hair and a smile that could melt butter in an instant, of course, both had to be dazzling if they were twins, unless they were only fraternal brothers.
Mariku walked past the mysterious new club and paused. He could hear the wonderful sounds of real music emitting from behind the red painted doors of the club and past the bouncers standing at the entrance of the doors.
The dark egyptian was curious as to what this club was like since he had never really been to one of these gatherings before. He approached the bouncers who were carrying clip boards with a list of names printed out on paper. Mariku waved his finger and his name appeared in small print on the bottom of the list. He was let in without a fuss.
He glided across the room to a booth in the back corner and sat down, calling for a waitress as he slid into the booth. A waitress quickly came to his table and inquired of a drink or food preference. Mariku asked for a hard drink on ice and sent her to fetch it.
Everyone in the club was either rich or sexy and some were both types. The large speakers were pressing out a great and quickly paced beat that the dancers were jumping about to on the dance floor out in the middle of the room.
Mariku slumped over at his table, his egyptian robes falling all over his face and body amounting to a huge pile of sagging but beautiful cotton cloth. Everyone was dressed up and Mariku was the only dressed as if he lived back in the dark ages which he had infact exsisted in and thought it only proper to dress so.
Suddenly, the pace of the music and the music itself had changed without warning. Many people that had just danced stepped off of the floor for a short break leaving only a few couples dancing, one of them being a short, thin-waisted man.
He had short palid locks, left about an inch in length; he wore a flowing black button-down shirt with a red tie around his neck; and had on straight-legged black trousers; and a simple black shoe that was not hard to dance in. He wasn't to hard on the eyes, but Mariku couldn't tell since he was sat too far away to see who this man was. But he was most likely one of the owners of the club from the description Mariku had be given of them.
The man was dancing with his fabulously dressed partner who had a small frame, and was wearing a short red dress, with slim and tall heels that had strings to tie up around her legs. Her hair appeared to be long and a beautiful shade of red, but was pinned up in a dramatic way that had a lovely effect on the way she looked from the neck up. She was a beautiful little thing and the guy was lucky to have her.
Mariku slumped over further and was now wanting his drink even more so he could drown out the sudden depression that came about him. Suddenly, the people began to clap to the beat and were all watching as the two amazing dancers, the club owner and the attractive girl, went into a more complicated dance that was obviously crowd pleasing.
The waitress approached Mariku's table and placed his drink down in front of him on the table. "Is there anything else I can get you at the moment?" She inquired and popped her gum sucking it back into her mouth to chew on it some more.
"Well, another one of these will be good…" He said and pulled the drink closer to himself. "All right. If you need anything other than that just give me a holler." She walked off just as Mariku sucked the alcoholic beverage down in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the table.
He pulled his hood over his head further and sighed for the time being. The lights dimmed as a slowers song came into being. The lot of the people that had been watching were dancing once again and the palid haired man had disapeared off of the floor. His attractive partner was now dancing with some new person that was without a partner.
Mariku was just sitting there, when he felt someone gently raise his hood up from over his head. He glanced up and saw a beautiful blonde female playing with his hood. She gave him a rather large and friendly grin. "Hey stud, wanna dance?" The slim figure bent itself into a sideways pose with one hand firmly placed on her gorgeous hip as she stood waiting for some form of a reply.
"Not really," he groaned into the sleeves of his robes.
"Oh come on. I know you want to because I saw you watching all of those dancers in the last song." She continued to bother. Mariku gave her no reply and was quite quickly pulled from his booth and stipped of his robes. Thankfully, Mariku had decided to wear something under his egyptian robes unlike the day before when that was all that clothed his body.
Mariku was wearing a tight black sleevless shirt with a hood hanging from the back. It had gold chains clinging to the front of the shirt, like he had on most of his other shirts similar to this one. He had on tan colored cargo trousers and a pair of soft fabric shoes similar to what he had worn back in his time where they didn't have tennis shoes or anything like that.
The girl dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor against his will and started to dance with him. He leaned away from her and gave her a very strange look. "What the hell do you think you are doing? I had not yet accepted such an invitation."
"So…you were going to say yes, but then I tore you out here?" She inquired of Mariku. He sighed and dropped his head. It was obvious that it was the not the way he had intended to say what he had. He thought it no use to try telling her otherwise and he was already out here dancing, so he just gave in and danced with a small amount of distance between them.
"Oh, by the way, my name is Missy." She smiled and pulled Mariku's gorgeous body closer to her own since this was a slow dance, and also because she wanted to.
The attractive red headed girl that had been dancing with another had danced her way closer to Missy who was one of the closest friends. She looked back over her shoulder at Missy and called her name.
The blonde female looked back and was excited to see her friend on the floor behind her. "Who's your friend?" The crimson haired girl inquired with a slight dip in her tone for a sexy effect, and also gave Mariku a little wink as she looked him over. Missy shrugged cutely and leaned back against Mariku.
"Are you sure he wants to dance? He doesn't look much into this."
"I know he does, he was watching you and….what's the guy's name again?" Missy inquired and glanced back at her gal pal.
"Ryou…" the other replied. Mariku had not heard this and was staring off over the crowd of people in the room. He turned his attention back to the giggling girls. "Right," Missy chimed.
"He doesn't like to have a lot of people know who he is. I am surprised his staff even knows him like they do."
"What are you two babbling about? Just dance, because I want to get this over as quickly as possible." Mariku interrupted in a snapping tone that was rather unpleasant.
"No need to be hostile…say, what's your name?" the red head inquired.
"Mariku…Mariku Ishtar." He replied and looked down as his partner clung more tightly to his waist as they danced which was uncomfortable for the male egyptian since it was a woman clinging to him.
"Mariku….nice name, I like it. My name is Megan." The sexy crimson haired female replied. The girls continued to chatter away like girls do when they are talking about men or something totally exciting. "This is why I am more for men that women…" he muttered and sighed. Missy looked back at Mariku and asked him what he had said, but was only told that he had said nothing.
The song changed to a Latin style of music. Some couples sat down and cleared up the floor a bit, showing Mariku and Missy off a little more as they danced and were not quite as surrounded as before.
Ryou walked over to the bar from his office and leaned against it in a very appealing way. He watched as the floor emptied further and people were now just watching Mariku and his partner dancing. Mariku was a lot better at dancing to Latin music than he was dancing to a slower paced music.
Megan had also cleared off of the floor, thanking the man she had danced with for the last dance, and headed over to the bar where Ryou was standing and watching. "Are you all right? You're just standing here when you could be dancing."
Ryou nodded, "Yes, I'm just a bit tired from the last dance with you. You wore me out." He smiled at her and she smiled back. They both watched for a moment before Ryou again spoke up. "Who is that dancing?" He pointed to the sandy blonde on the floor.
"He said his name was Mariku Ishtar." Megan replied and sat down on one of the bar stools. "Really…" Ryou said sounding a little bit surprised to hear that most familiar of names.
Mariku spun Missy out and picked up a flower before retrieving her from the corner of the floor. He put the flower into Missy's hair for her and they continued to amaze. People applauded and seemed most impressed with their masterful dancing.
"Yeah, I think he may be new or something. This is the first time I've seen him in the club." Megan returned to Ryou who nodded and stared on at them as they finished up the dance. Megan leaned in a little closer to Ryou and looked at him with a puppy eyed look to herself. "Hey, after this song is finished would you want to dance one more time?"
"Sure…" He muttered and was entranced by the dance to the Latin music.
Well, this is as far as I go tonight. I've been working on this practically all night and I need to sleep. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's a little bit more fun and it can only get better with the next few chapters. Peace, love, and padded walls to y'alls! heehee…I just had to say that