A/N: I know! I am evil because for delaying this fiction for SUCH a long time! But then right now, I'm ready to write. I was bored anyway while I was waiting for a friend. Anyway, this time, there will be one OC coming into this story as Marik's sister. But it is not any of the Ishtar-related. You will see how she is Marik's sister anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own. Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to the rightful owner name Kazuki Takahashi.
Chapter 5: The sister of the over protective darkness
Marik is now sitting in the couch, pressing the channel buttons and flipping through any programs boringly. Over these few days, Ryou hasn't been taking to him, didn't even want to see him or even give him a call. He tried to call him but Ryou seem to ignore his call all the time.
What is going on with him?
Is he angry with Marik just because of what he did to his yami and his own hikari?
Isn't that just unfair?
Marik sighed and drop the remote on the couch. He solemnly thinks it over, about what is going on and where the mistake is. He knows, he is just over-protective over his hikari just because he despises Bakura. At that time, he knows everything has to go on his way. He hates him; Malik also has to hate him. But right now? Can that be the same?
Or does he have to change his mind? What if is too late? What is Malik doesn't forgive him?
Question is; he is thinking of all this for who? Ryou? Malik? Bakura? Definitely not Bakura.
"So I screwed everything up…" And that is just all he can come up with from his mouth. He groaned and got up to walk to the kitchen but a doorbell stopped him, making him turn his attention over it.
His expression changed. Solemn, sad, guilty to curious, hope, happy and joy. Because he was hoping it was Ryou that rang the bell to see him.
He walked to the door, opening it as he widens his eyes in surprise.
A girl with short, messy blue with black-layered hair, blue eyes that look cold and aggressive, clothing like a major violent-maker girl. But to see her features inner and truly, she looks smart and challenging.
"Hello brother." The husky tone being said by the girl with a sarcastic smile.
Marik frowned, "Natsume, tell me why are you here."
"My greet?"
"Hi." Marik said flatly.
The girl name Natsume then smiled satisfyingly, sort of proud that she get to irritate Marik quite easily. Although actually…in Marik's mind…she was always irritating for her.
"Now my question, Natsu—"
"No welcome?" The girl began again.
Marik growled threateningly and sighed, slowly turn and walks in the house.
"Welcome. Please make yourself a home."
Natsume smiled, another sarcastic smile and walks in the house. Marik was snarling, and growling and snorting and groaning for quite a long time. As he walks in the kitchen, he grabs a packet of coffee; cutting the edge out and pour the powder in the empty cup and added some sugar in it.
"I didn't know she just came back from hell… I thought I would be living in peace and now she came back from nowhere and over to my house? Oh how grateful I am. I thought when I am born, she wont be. How did it exactly happen she became my sister all of a sudden?"
Then he paused…
"Wait…she's not my real sister. I actually picked her up as one when we were in Egypt." He said a little much in a realizing way. He smirked as some memories of Natsume and him appeared in his mind, it was funny at how they first met but it truly was a great first sight meeting between the both of them.
He chuckled and took the cup of coffee outside to the living hall, placing it down the table and sat down on the chair opposite of where Natsume is sitting.
Natsume smiled and pick the cup up, sipping carefully while looking at Marik.
"It's not good to drink while you're looking at a different direction." Marik said.
Natsume put the cup down and cleared her throat.
"You haven't answer my question, Natsume. About why are you here."
Natsume smirked and lean back against the chair with her arms crossed.
"I want to talk to you about Malik and Bakura."
A/N: Review please people!