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Important Author's notes: Thank you for all your reviews so far. Glad you're still reading it. I don't know how many chapters are left to go, but there is still a nice decent amount of story without pushing it too far. Also, because I have grown attached to my Anuket character, I have decided that when this fic is over, I will write a brand new story featuring her and Marik.

I need to ok it with another author who wrote a story with a similar plot. It won't be the same. No no, but id like to check in case she has a problem with it. Im sure she won't as she seems very nice. I've talked to her before so I'm sure all will be fine. Fingers crossed eh? You may have read it actually. It's called 'enslaved love' and she is currently writing a sequel. It's a very good story. You will love it.

It will feature a Marik Ishtar, when he looking for revenge for his fathers death. Unfortunately for the world, he will defeat the pharaoh and use his power to enslave everyone. As well as all the city and towns people, he targets the clans in Egypt and locks them up but not before taking their secrets and powers for his own. Of course, this is where Anuket comes in. But her family have been warned of his impending arrival and have taken measures to hide her identity from her psychotic betrothed as they will be unable to escape due to his newfound powers. She has a decoy which Marik 'takes care of'. He then captures all the people to be his slaves. Of course, one of them stands out above the rest….

What do you think? Sound interesting? Would you consider reading it? Let me know in your review and I will begin making a start on it for when this fic is over. Thank you again.

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Unrequited Love

Chapter 41: The Father in Law

Anuket walked over to her luggage that sat under the palm trees, her fingers linked with Marik's, pulling him along behind her. She was so happy that they were together again. A heavy weight had been lifted the moment she set eyes on him, standing there in his traditional Egyptian garb. Anuket had dreaded coming home, not because it would mean returning to her old life, but because of her father. Even though he claimed to have forgiven her for running away from her 'duties', she had a feeling that he would still be a little… upset with her, to put it mildly.

Marik saw the thoughtful expression on Anuket's face, and guessed that she was nervous. "that reminds me…" he thought suddenly. Marik stopped in his tracks which in turn made Anuket stop as she was pulling him along.

"Before we actually go inside, I think we'd better get our story straight" he said.

"What story?" asked Anuket in confusion. What was he talking about?

Marik gestured for her to take a seat by the oasis. They walked over to it and sat so that their feet touched the cool water. Marik put an arm around her waist and rested both hands on her currently flat stomach, making a soothing rubbing motion. He smiled as he thought about the tiny infant inside her that would be arriving in less than eight months time. He still couldn't believe that he was going to be father. He should have known that Anuket would fall pregnant sooner or later after the many intimate times they had spent together. He smiled at how naïve she could be.

Anuket was still very new to the modern world and didn't know much about conception. She didn't even know what it meant, never heard of the word even. He doubted she even knew now. Marik wondered what she would say to him if he told her about condoms and other birth control methods. Would she be angry that he never volunteered this information before she slept with him? He couldn't say for sure. All he knew now was that he was glad they didn't.

"Marik? What story?" she repeated, bringing Marik out of his reverie.

He looked down at her and remembered what he was about to say to her.

"Yes, sorry. The last time I came here was to talk to your father. To tell him the truth about… our past. You remember the letter I gave you?"

Anuket nodded. "How could I forget?"

"Well, the reason why he forgave you was because he thought you and I was in contact all these years and decided to be together … ahead of schedule…."

Anuket stared at Marik in surprise. "You told him what?"

"Your father is a very proud man" explained Marik. "A fact you know all too well. He would never forgive you if he knew you ran off to get away from marrying me" he stopped speaking. He didn't want her to know this, but it was necessary so that she didn't tell the man something she shouldn't.

"You lied to him...?" she asked quietly feeling a little betrayed. Marik had told her that her father had forgiven her. But it was based on a complete lie.

"I had to…" Marik explained. "Believe me, when I first arrived, I tried to talk to him to see what his character was like, to see if he could handle the truth. I could after a few moments of speaking that he wouldn't budge, so I altered the truth slightly, about you running away I mean. I told him we had been sending secret letters to each other and had fallen in love in the last year. I also told him that I was the one that convinced you to come to me. He doesn't know that you and I met months after you disappeared or that you couldn't stand to be in the same room as me…"

Marik lifted Anuket's chin up so he could look her in the eye. "I had to tell you this. You might have said something that contradicted what I told him. I don't want you to be alienated from your family. You're not the type to just leave the people you've lived with your whole life and not care about them…"

He let this information sink in before beginning to speak again. Her expression was unreadable. It worried him. What did she think if him now? Was she going to be angry?

"Believe me Anuket; I only did this because I wanted you and your father to make up. If you don't, you will regret it for the rest of your life. You two may have had your differences in the past, but he is the only father you have. You will never know how important your family is until you lose them…." Marik bowed his head, memories flooding back to him.

"He does love you" Marik said again. "He just finds it hard to show you because that's the way he is. Please don't hate me…"

Anuket looked up at Marik suddenly. "I don't hate you Marik! I never could! What you did, you did it for me. You made the effort to bring my father and I closer together and that is a big part of why I love you so much"

She put both her hands on his face and kissed him on the lips. She gazed into his violet orbs, whispering soothingly to him. "Don't you dare apologize. You have done nothing wrong. If you hadn't done this, then I don't know where I would be right now. I could never have come back here not knowing if my father would forgive me or not"

Anuket buried her face into Marik's chest and wrapped her arms around his torso. "In fact, because of this, I'm surer then ever that I want to marry you…"

They sat in a tight embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Anuket felt upset at first when he told her what had happened, but after Marik explained the reason behind his actions, she knew he only did it because he loved her. She felt sorry for him as he had never got the chance to patch things up with his own father, who was cruelly taken away from him, unknowingly by his own hands. Even though it wasn't his fault, he still had nightmares about it.

Marik was right. Without her family she would only be half the person she was now. She needed them in her life; no matter how annoying or uncaring they appeared to be. Family was too precious to just brush under the carpet. Now it was her turn to look after him, to make those horrible dreams stop. They had so much to look forward to now. Things were finally beginning to go right for them and she was not about to let it go. Not for anything. They would make a new family, and it could only begin by talking to her father.

"Come on, lets go" she said, pulling away from Marik. He watched her as she made to pick up her suitcases.

"What are you doing?" he scolded her.

She turned around and looked at him in confusion. "I'm getting my bags" she replied. It should have been fairly obvious.

Marik walked past her and picked them up himself. "Not in your condition. You might strain yourself. I don't want you lifting anything heavy. You are going to relax and take it easy until the baby is born. You'll wish you had. I hear they can be a bit of a handful" he smirked, motioning for Anuket to follow him with a tilt of the head.

"Yeah, like you'll know" she said. "You won't be the one that has to change it or get up at all hours to feed it. The only thing that will be hard for you is to have to hear about it"

"Don't worry sweetheart. You think I won't be involved? Im not about to do what my father did to me. I'll help you in whatever way I can to make it easier for you. That's a promise" said Marik light heartedly

"I'll have to hold you to that" smiled Anuket, thankful that she had someone as special as him.

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The young couple, after searching around a few minutes, eventually found the entrance to the Heka clan's underground home. Anuket brushed aside the sand that had covered the trap door from a sandstorm that had probably occurred a day or so before. She opened it up, revealing a long staircase, very much like the tombkeepers had. She looked own into the darkness and turned to look at Marik. He knew she wanted him to go first.

He lifted up the bags with relative ease and began the long descent into the seemingly endless passages and corridors. They reached the bottom to see a long hallway. The walls were painted with rich and colourful designs depicting all kinds of myths and legends of ancient Egypt. Marik studied them with fascination.

"Wow... I wish my home had been as colourful as this… this is incredible…" he said in awe even though he had seen them before. The hieroglyphics in his home were worn and showed age. Here however, they looked as though they had only just been painted.

"The only reason why these hieroglyphics haven't been destroyed with time is because of a special spell my family has been using since ancient times. It acts like a shield and stops them from fading and breaking apart. The rest of the place is decorated like this. That is why it is considered to be a palace, even though it is underground" she explained to him.

They continued to walk along the corridor, Marik examining the décor with great interest. The place was so clean and tidy. There were no bits of dust, or crumbling rocks to be seen anywhere. It looked as though it were brand new. After a few minutes walking, they came to two doors that lead into the main hall. There were two men guarding it. They eyed the man approaching suspiciously, unsheathing their scimitars. This place must remain a secret; they would kill him if they must. It was their duty.

As he drew nearer, they recognised him instantly. They quickly lowered their weapons and bowed their heads in apology. They opened the door for Marik to pass through, getting a very big shock as they saw their mistress follow right behind him. They stared at Anuket as the two made their way into the main hall, glancing at each other, silently asking the other if it really was her.

Marik put the bags down once inside. They would be taken to Anuket's room by one of the servants. Her took her by the hand in reassurance.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a low whisper.

Anuket looked around the familiar surroundings. There were people staring at her, looking away quickly once she caught their gaze. They all knew who she was. She must have been the talk of the place for weeks, if not months when she ran away.

"Im ready" she replied in a shaky voice. "Just… make sure he doesn't yell at me... ok?" she pleaded.

Marik nodded and lead the way to the place where he knew her father would be.

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A man with a black beard, slowly greying with age, poured over various scrolls and texts in the library. That son of his was useless! He was beginning to wonder if he and his wife should have tried for another boy. It didn't look as though his son would be able to succeed him when he died. He just didn't take the role seriously. All he cared about was womanising! And even then his intentions weren't kindly. His son had recently become violent, hurting people if he didn't get his own way. The man had even prevented his son from almost raping a young girl who took his fancy a few months back.

Disturbingly, he had caught his son a few weeks ago, trying to recite spells that would break the seal into the women's sanctuary. It was an area of the underground palace that was reserved for females only. No man could pass through and if they tried, and invisible barrier would prevent him. There was however an exception. If the man in question had no intention of harming the women in anyway, he would be allowed to pass through. If he had shown violence in the past, or had an impure mind with the intention of doing the girls harm, he would be denied access.

The women were thankful of such a security measure. Their leader, Mr Benu was a frequent visitor. He wanted nothing more then to make sure they were safe, especially with the way his son was being. There was no way the seal could be broken. He didn't even know why his son tried. Hathor herself had bestowed this protection on them. That is why it was so imperative his son stopped this behaviour. Otherwise, he would not be able to find himself a wife to continue the family line. He had met his own wife there and she had been the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He sighed to himself. He knew it would happen one day. One day his son would become the responsible adult he always dreamed he would be. He had a spell that would counter this appalling behaviour. He just didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary. He wanted to give him a chance, but his patience was wearing thin. He just wanted something good to happen.

A knock on his door broke his chain of thoughts. He growled in annoyance and went to answer. There stood one of his servants. A man stood there, his head bowed low, his hood covering his face.

"What is it?" ordered Mr Benu.

"You have guests…" he spoke quietly, but loud enough so that his master could hear.

He didn't have to say anymore. Mr Benu brushed past him and strode towards the place where he greeted his guests. He wasn't in a particularly good mood. Who were these people and what did they want? He arrived at the room and walked in, not bothering to compose himself.

Once inside he saw a man with sandy blonde hair, wearing a black kilt. His back was turned, giving him a full view of the carvings on his back. Mr Benu smiled, recognising the man instantly.

"Marik Ishtar!" he greeted, walking up to him. "How are you these days? It hasn't been all that long since your last visit. What brings you here once more to my humble abode?"

Marik accepted his hand in greeting. "I have come here to ask you a favour" he said.

"Of course, anything!" he beamed at the younger man. Marik, even though he was much younger then him, had a very high status within the clans, he did after all serve the pharaoh who had once saved the entire world. He was in fact his superior.

"I would like you to begin arrangements for mine and your daughters wedding" he said coolly.

Mr Benu looked shocked. "You have seen her? Is she still in Japan? How is she? Why didn't she come with you?"

Marik out his hands on the mans shoulders to cease his hurried voice. He concealed a smile. He knew there was nothing to worry about. The man obviously cared for his daughter, what with his open show of worry and concern. Marik slowly, but firmly turned Mr Benu around on the spot.

The older man opened his blue eyes in shock. When he had entered the room, the first thing he saw was Marik which made him go over and greet him. He hadn't even looked in the other direction and forgot that his servant had said guests. Sitting on a small chair was his little girl, nervously looking at him as if expecting a harsh scolding.

He opened his mouth slightly, unable to say anything. Anuket was terrified. What he said and what he did were two completely different things. She didn't know what to expect, and she defiantly didn't expect what her father did next. He ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, crying, actually crying into her hair as he kissed her on the forehead. His grip on her was very tight, but also very reassuring. Anuket had never seen him act like this before. She didn't know what to do. After a moment or so, she eventually found the courage to hug him back. Finding that he didn't get angry at her, she began to smile.

She noticed that Marik had left the room, the door slightly ajar. She knew he was just outside, waiting until they had finished their reunion.

"Why didn't you tell me where you were going you silly girl" asked her father smiling, his hands cupping her cheeks. He examined her. She looked much more grown up since the last time he saw her.

"I don't know…" she whispered. She didn't know what to say to him. "Im sorry I ran off like that…"

"Well that's all in the past. All that matters now is that you're home. Im sorry you couldn't come to me when you were upset or had problems. Marik told me what had happened. Im sorry I didn't believe you. Can you ever forgive me?"

It was strange for Anuket to hear her father ask 'her' of all people for forgiveness. "It doesn't matter. Just forget it ever happened" she said with a smile. For the first time in a long time, Anuket finally felt like she had a father.

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After they had been reunited, Anuket and her father had invited Marik back into the room, the awkwardness soon disappearing into thin air. He sat down on a seat, looking towards Anuket, patting the empty seat beside him. She went over and sat next to Marik, her father sitting opposite them. He studied the couple in front of him with a big smile. They looked perfect together, he always knew they would. That's why he and his wife had chosen Marik.

"This is wonderful!" he exclaimed. "I will begin arrangements right away! Now then" he reached into a nearby chest, picking up a piece of papyrus. "We have a lot to do, invite the guests, prepare the food, actually have the food brought in from the various regions..." he went through a big list, Marik and Anuket looking at each other worriedly.

"Ah yes! I think that the best time to have the wedding would be…" he worked out a few dates in his head. "In March!" he looked very proud of his fast working out. He was very excited. Finally, something to lift his foul mood!

Anuket looked at Marik. March wouldn't be a very good time at all. Marik nodded at her and held her hand reassuringly.

"Im afraid that won't be possible" he started. "We need to marry as soon as possible. In the next few months if it can be helped"

"What? What's the rush? That would take an inhuman amount of work to prepare the wedding in such a short space of time!" said Mr Benu, a little louder then he intended.

"Not if you cut out the luxuries and just have a basic wedding" said Anuket.

"Of course not! My daughter will have the finest wedding I can give her! Why do you insist on marrying so soon?" he enquired.

Marik smiled. "We want to marry as soon as possible, because in less then eight months time, Anuket is going to have a baby"

Anuket's father dropped the scroll. "A baby?" he repeated. He looked at his daughter in a new light. "You're pregnant?"

Anuket nodded with a smile. He hadn't expected that.

"We want to be married before the baby arrives. We have to prepare a lot of things and we don't really have a lot of time" explained Marik. "I hope you understand"

"A baby… well, that changes everything" said Mr Benu with a smile.

He knelt in front of Anuket and gave her a hug. "Congratulations daughter" he said kissing her on the cheek. He took Marik's hand and shook it firmly.

"Alright then. It will take a lot of work, but in three months, you will have your wedding"

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"Wow, it's lucky my father encourages things like this. If he didn't, he would have bee furious" laughed Anuket as she unpacked her belongings into her drawers.

Marik lay on her bed, watching her. Her father had been overjoyed about the news she was pregnant. After the talk about the wedding, he kept asking all kinds of questions like, what are you going to call the baby or where are you going to live? By the end of the evening, they were so exhausted from all the travelling that they had decided to go bed early.

Mr Benu had insisted that they share a room as they were now essentially a couple. He didn't care about the sex before marriage thing which was good in a way. Anuket had missed being with Marik and secretly hoped that he would make a move on her tonight.

She walked behind a screen and undressed into her nightdress. The silky one she wore back in Japan as it was much more comfortable and very sexy to boot. She stepped out from behind the screen and received an appreciative 'mmm' from Marik. His eyes never left her as she elegantly made her way towards the bed. She looked past him as if she never noticed he were there, which annoyed him a little, even though he knew she was doing it on purpose. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Marik as she removed her jewellery and placed it in the box on the dresser.

She felt the bed dip a little and felt a warm breath on her neck. She felt soft butterfly kisses on her shoulders that gradually reached the nape of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The soft fabric of Anuket's nightdress against his bare chest. He played with the gowns straps in his fingers, his motives very apparent now, not that Anuket didn't have the same thing in mind that is.

His kisses were becoming much more fevered and longing now. He hadn't been with her intimately for months and was beginning to get withdrawal symptoms. The only cure was her. He turned Anuket around in his tight hold and kissed her on the lips lovingly, but with that same passion he had during their first time together.

Marik made a mental note to call everyone in domino and tell them that everything turned out alright, but all that could wait. Right now, he had much more important matters to attend to.

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That chapter was longer then the last one, just like I promised so you don't have to kill me now! Hurrah!. I hope it was alright. I didn't plan for the first part actually. I had a bit of trouble deciding where to start off. Bet you thought I was going to split them up again weren't you? I would never do that to you all again.

Important note: I am going to write another lemon of the events at the end of this particular chapter. If you want to read it, then again as last time, email me and I will send it to you. It will be written at the end of this chapter ok? not as a separate one.

Because I am going to write this lemon, I may not update next Wednesday. I will try, and most likely will, but im just telling you now just in case I don't. I will try and make this lemon better then the other, but it might just be repetitive. Im not that good at writing them you see. i wont reply to emails or update until it is written ok?

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