Forgotten Love
Chapter 2
By egyptionkitty
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm surprised that I remembered to mention that. I only own the Narazrak family. Otherwise… nope.
Hello once more! I'm really excited that this fic is coming along so well, because usually, well for me at least, I start a fic without knowing what was going happen in the following chapters at all. Yay! My first (well, one of them) well planned out fic! Well, I hope I can update Love and Betrayal soon… but with school, it's going to be tough. Oh, and another thing. Marik is the hikari and Malik is the Yami. I know there are people who think it the other way around but oh well it doesn't matter. By the way, I noticed that most of the time, in Marik/OC fics, the OC always has a brother. Why is that? Is it OK that Katara is an only child?
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Katara woke up the next morning feeling very… well, happy. She was glad that she had made a new friend. At least she thought so. Katara grinned when she remembered the… incident… with the dictionary. She had found it very funny when Marik was trying to explain, and he looked so cute when he was blushing. Katara laid back on her bed, richly colored covers still on her. All in all, she had found last night very enjoyable. Her stomach was still full from the delicious food she had eaten last night, and wasn't really that hungry. After all, her parents didn't usually have breakfast. Lunch was considered the most important meal in Egypt, so they didn't bother with breakfast anyway.
Katara got out of her bed, and went to bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. Because she was an only child, Katara was spoiled. She had a whole bathroom to herself, and a whole bedroom too. Katara didn't bother changing her clothes either, since they were going to stay home the whole day anyways.
"Zeinab?" Katara called from the hall, looking for her caretaker since she was born. There was no response, so Katara figured she was completing some task her parents had assigned her.
Katara started roaming around the home, looking at the walls covered with an assortment of paintings, scrolls and other decorations.
Katara decided to enter the study, where she would practice her firepower. Although she was quite young, her parents have urged her to try to unlock her 'inner power'. Suddenly, Katara remembered a quick flashback of when she was 5.
Flashback"Mommy?" asked a sweet little girl of five, tugging upon her mother's dress.
"Hm?" responded the tired mother, busy with reading.
"Why don't I have any brothers or sisters? Everyone else does." The girl said sadly, lowering her head.
Suddenly the mother looked a bit sober. Tears started to form at her eyes, but she turned away so that her daughter wouldn't see them.
"You were going to have a brother…" the mother whispered, "but… he was miscarried."
The girl looked questioningly at her mother.
"What does 'miscarried' mean, mommy?" the girl's brow furrowed, as she tried to identify the word, but with no avail.
The mother didn't answer, and she continued to read the scrolls, with the confused child looking up at her.
End FlashbackKatara decided to discover what happened to her brother. After all, she did have the right to know why she never saw him.
Katara stood on a stool to reach the large dictionary at the top of the shelf, which was only half as big as the Ishtar's dictionary. Katara flipped through briskly, until she got to the 'M' section.
"Let's see…" Katara murmured, as she flipped through the pages, "misapprehension… misbelieved, ah, here it is! Miscarry; (verb) 1. To have a miscarriage of a fetus, 2. To go wrong, to be unsuccessful. Was my brother unsuccessful…?"
Katara frowned at the definition, because it didn't make much sense to her. Why would she not have a brother because he was unsuccessful? And for what? Katara close the book and wandered around the home, wondering about what it had meant.
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Later
Marik was getting hungry, although the food last night was heavy enough to keep even a peasant full for a day. It was around 1:30 pm, and they were supposed to have lunch in an hour, if not later. Marik walked around their spacious home, and found his father yelling at a servant who had dropped a full grown chicken on the floor. He was yelling at the servant in rage, screaming at him that he was a good for nothing scumbag. Marik hated when his father got into such rage, but there was little to stop them. Or prevent them, for that matter. Mr. Ishtar caught sight of his son, and motioned for him to come closer.
"Why aren't you dressed?" Mr. Ishtar asked through clenched teeth. Marik carefully chose his words, and was not stupid enough to provoke another outburst.
"I was going to my room," Marik said, bowing his head. He suddenly became aware of all of the servants scurrying through the home, and realized that most probably Katara and her family were coming for lunch.
Marik walked pass his sister's room, where she was studying ancient texts. Marik entered the clustered room, filled with books on Egypt and it's history.
"Sister, is it true that the Narazrak family will be joining us for dinner?" Marik asked, tilting his head to one side.
Ishizu simply nodded as she scribbled notes into a worn out looking notepad. Marik left his sister to go into his room.
"Odeon!" Marik called, hoping that his stepbrother was somewhere nearby.
Around 3 pm
Katara and her family were at the Ishtar's door, and Katara was nearly shaking from excitement. She couldn't wait to see Marik again; she had so much fun with him last time. Yet another servant opened the door, and bowed deeply. Katara was going to return the bow, but stopped short. She remembered her mother say never bow to a servant, so Katara just smile. Seeing her parents' solemn faces, her face fell a bit, but she imitated their stern look.
"Welcome!" Mr. Ishtar cried, as he shook Mr. Narazrak's hand. In response, Katara's father bowed. They were immediately seated (just as last time) to the long dining table, but this time, Katara sat next between Ishizu and Marik. Katara looked up at the older female next to her, and smiled cutely. Ishizu smiled back, and the food arrived.
"What do you want to do after we're done with the food?" Katara whispered to Marik, not wanting the older people to hear. Marik looked stunned that Katara wanted to actually play with him, but quickly recovered.
"I don't know," he whispered, leaning over so Katara could hear him.
"Me neither," Katara whispered crossly, "I asked you first!"
"Why are we whispering?" Marik asked, trying to contain himself from laughing.
"I don't know that either," Katara whispered again, before laughing into a fit of giggles. Marik started laughing too, but the adults were too busy talking to notice. But, Mr. Ishtar did give Marik a glare before responding to Katara's father's question.
Ishizu gave them a look, as she continued to eat her meal. The rest of the meal went smoothly, but Katara and Marik did giggle every now and then. After they had finished their meal, the deserts were brought in.
"Buteekh!" Katara said excitedly, glancing at the delicious and ripe watermelon.
"Oh, look, crème caramel!" Marik nudged her, pointing to the mouth-watering dessert placed in front of them. They exchanged looks, before giving each other a wide grin.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Katara said deviously, eyeing the chocolate cake placed in front of Ishizu.
"Nope. I can't read minds. Besides, you're a girl, and I'm a boy" Marik explained.
Katara rolled her eyes, as she took a little bit of everything. Katara was munching on a piece of the scrumptious red watermelon, as she saw Ishizu bow and exit the dining room. Katara finished the rest of her watermelon quickly and followed suit. Katara followed Ishizu to her room, where a book laid wide open, and Ishizu sat on the bed, translating the text.
"What are you doing?" Katara asked curiously, looking at the huge book with surprise.
Ishizu looked up and muttered, "Oh, hello Katara. I didn't sense your presence."
Katara raised an eyebrow, as she walked behind Ishizu, trying to figure out what exactly was so fun about reading an old book. Ishizu muttered something before writing it down on her notepad, and switched back and forth between the two.
"Is that the only thing you ever do? Study ancient scriptures?" Katara asked, trying to imagine what that would be like. In the end, she guessed it would be pretty boring.
Ishizu shook her head and said, "No. I study ancient scriptures a lot of the time, but I also study the tribes," She explained, as she grabbed another book, "This, for example, tells the history of your tribe. It also tells the secret of how to create a blue flame, not only red ones."
Katara looked curiously at the book. She looked at the title, but it was worn out, and the only thing that was shown was faded gold lettering.
"Wow…" Katara said, mystified. Although Katara could create a red flame at will, a blue flame could only done by an expert.
Ishizu looked amused at the gaping girl.
"I suppose you would be interested in borrowing this book."
Katara just nodded her head as she thought of the wonders this book could uncover. She touched the worn out red velvet cover, as if expecting something to happen.
"You may take it," Ishizu said smiling, "But, on your next visit, you must return it, and attempt to create a blue flame. I would like to see the true power hidden inside you," Ishizu continued to smile mysteriously, with the blank eyed Katara staring up at her.
"Thank you…" Katara whispered as, she held the book. She was surprised to find it incredibly light, although it looked quite heavy. Ishizu just smiled and shooed her away, because she was a busy… well, not woman, but let's say person. She is a person, right?
Katara was so overwhelmed with Ishizu's kindness that she immediately went to the library to read the first chapter. Although the cover was worn, the inside was as good as new. Marik was in the hall, looking for Katara. Although he was a boy, he didn't mind a girl's company. At least, Katara's. He thanked Ra that she wasn't such a feminine girl that every time she saw Marik, she would pinch his cheeks, and chase him, trying to kiss him. At least, that's what the others did, and Marik had grown quite tired of it.
"Katara?" Marik called, trying to find the devious little girl.
Katara heard Marik's call, but was so absorbed in the book she didn't bother responding. He would find her eventually. Marik decided to look in the library. After all, that was where she was last time. Sure enough, there she was, reading some book that looked like something Ishizu would read, not a little girl.
"Katara?" Marik asked, trying to see the cover of the book, "What're you reading?"
Katara put the book down and said excitedly, "It's a book about my ancestors! Your sister gave it to me to read, and said that I could borrow it! Isn't she great?"
Marik groaned. She was bound to have gotten that book from Ishizu; no normal 9 year old would have got it on her own.
"Oh really? Is it good?" Marik said sarcastically, as he walked out. As if he would read such things, hah! It was enough spending hours each day studying stupid hieroglyphics about some stupid pharaoh. Marik really didn't see the point. So what? It was just some pharaoh who saved the world. Marik dreaded the fact that when he turned 12, his whole back would have the pharaoh's memory carved on it. Marik sulked to his room, upset that his so-called friend would choose some stupid book over him.
Katara realized that Marik was not too happy about her amazing discoveries. She closed the book and went to his room.
"Marik?" Katara said softly, as she opened the door.
Marik instantly got up, surprised that Katara actually came to his room.
"What do you want?" Marik said angrily, trying to hide that he was glad that she came.
"Why are you so angry?" Katara said sadly, "It makes me sad."
Marik lowered his head and murmured, "I don't know. I just don't like that I am destined to be his servant for the rest of my life. I just wish I had the choice, that's all…"
Katara climbed onto the bed next to him and whispered, "You know, I found out some really interesting stuff."
Marik just looked at her and smirked, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Katara replied, her attitude returning, "I am descended from one of the seven high priests," she said snootily, as if trying to imitate that she was better than Marik somehow.
"Oh yeah?" Marik repeated, smirk still plastered onto his face.
"Yeah," Katara replied again.
"Prove it." Marik said, as if challenging her.
Katara pretended to think and said, "Nope, I got nothing."
They both laughed together, laughing at their silliness. And so, the night ended with a fight, a book, and lots of laughter.
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I thought that was a cute chapter, don't you agree? I loved the little fight between them. Marik is going through the first stages when he starts to detest the pharaoh, so you better watch out… Hee hee! The thing I have been dreading has finally come… school. I absolutely despise the fact that it has snuck up upon me when I least expected it… ah, what can I do about it… I would like to thank all of the reviewers also! Your reviews have kept me strong! Hehe! Well, I will try my best to respond to them, but I might not be able to on a few occasions, okay? Fortunately, I can this time!
Reviews! (Thank You sooo much!)
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Thank you, all of you! Unfortunately, due to the fact that I am starting school again tomorrow, I won't be able to update unless it's the weekend. I apologize for this inconvenience. Well, enjoy the rest of your summer while it lasts!