Forgotten Love
Chapter 3
By egyptionkitty
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, the main character would be Marik. But Nooo, it's Yami, so now you know for sure it isn't mine. --;
Third chapter is here! I feel guilty for not updating this fic for like, ever, but school is like, clogging up my time for typing! I don't have writers block (yet) so hopefully I will update a lot more now… I hope.
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Three Years LaterAfter three years of visiting each other almost 3 times a week, the Ishtar and Narazrak family had finally made a foolproof betrothal, and wedding plan. Unless in the event of Mr. Ishtar dying, or Marik himself, there was no way getting out of the marriage, which was just fine for Katara.
In this time that they had spent together, Katara had formed somewhat of a crush on Marik. Marik, on the other hand, felt the exact same way. Now, you might think, 'great, they live happily ever after, whoop de doo.' But of course, there were, erm, complications. Complications involving torment, hatred and love.
Marik was always elated when he was going to see Katara, which was often. Only, Marik also had a secret he shared with no one but Odeon; his hatred of his father. Why? Ask him that yourself. Marik hated the way he walked, talked, and looked. He hated how his father, yes his own father, spoke about his mother, and Odeon, treating him as if he never married his mother in the first place. And his way of taking out his anger on others. The only way Marik would escape his wrath as a smaller child was to hide behind his door, shaking from fright as his father took it out on Odeon. And that was how his darker self began o take form. No matter what anybody said or did, Marik would always hate him.
It was around Marik's birthday when he developed a longing to see what it was like above this underground prison. Of course, he dreaded his 12 birthday, with the tomb keeper initiation, and hated his father only more than ever for making him go through it.
They were at Katara's wonderfully furnished home, richly decorated with colorful hieroglyphics of flames and spells, unlike the Ishtar's fading ancient walls. The fireplace in Katara's room crackled, its orange and red flames eating away at the burnt logs. It almost gave off a romantic aura. Katara was sitting on the silken sheets of the bed, head bent on an enormous spell book explaining the spells and focus needed to actually form a flame.
Marik stared quietly at the young girl dressed in a golden orange dress, her features screwed up in concentrated. Katara looked so much like Ishizu from the side; Marik startled her by laughing aloud.
"What?" Katara asked surprised, frowning at Marik's giddiness.
"You look like Ishizu from the side," Marik commented, pointing at her. Katara's bright orange eyes blinked as she looked down and grinned.
"I bet I do," she said sarcastically, "Anyways, guess what?"
It was Marik's turn to blink his lovely lavender eyes, and he raised his eyebrow and said with obvious sarcasm, "What? Did you find out how old the priest you're related to's age when he died or something?"
"No," Katara scoffed, "That's the other book, you idiot."
"Oh, like I actually read those monstrously large books," Marik said in disgust, as h e turned away, a little upset that their conversation had ended in a fight.
"It doesn't matter," Katara said gently, as Marik turned around slightly and gave her a grin, "I just wanted to show you something,"
Marik got up from the squishy and comfortable armchair next to the burning fire and plopped on the bed next to Katara.
"What?" Marik asked curiously, with actual interest.
"You'll see," Katara said softly, as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Marik stared at her with interest, as words from the ancient language of the priests rolled of her tongue smoothly, and then she began saying the same word over and over in Arabic.
"Narazrak, Narazrak, Narazrak!" Katara said powerfully. For a moment, Marik's heart was struck by newfound respect for this young spell caster, but he shooed the feeling away.
For a few moments, nothing happened, and Marik looked up and began to say sarcastically, "Well, so much for tha-"
Marik was cut off by a sudden burst of flame in Katara's cupped hands, as it continued to burn with what seemed to be an undying passion. Katara smiled shyly, and muttered something about 'controlling the flames power with love or hate' but Marik was too fascinated with the staring at the bluish white flame burning in Katara's tanned hands.
Marik looked up in disbelief and said, "Doesn't it burn your skin?"
Katara shook her head and murmured, "All Narazrak family members have fire resistant skin. I think it's from an enchantment laid upon us by-"
"The high priest form five thousand years ago," Marik finished of for he, "Is that the only person you ever talk about?"
Katara blushed and turned around shyly. She extinguished the flame by clapping her hands, and a puff of smoke, and nothing was there. Even though she had known Marik for 3 years, she still felt shy around him when he smiled.
Marik's grin faded as Katara adopted a worried expression.
"What's wrong?" Marik asked, cocking his head, trying to see Katara's face.
Katara shook her head and muttered, "Mafish haga,"
Marik rolled his eyes and said, "Don't tell me there's nothing wrong. I can tell that there is definitely something troubling you," and then adopting a softer tone, Marik said softly next to her ear, "It's okay, you can tell me."
Katara looked up, and whispered, "Aren't you worried about your Tomb Keeper initiation? Don't act all tough about it Marik, I know you're dreading it too."
Marik had a grim expression plastered upon his face. Then he smiled lightly as an idea popped into his head.
"Katara," he said grinning wider now, "do you know something that would make me a bit less upset about the initiation?"
Katara wiped away a tear forming at her eye and sniffled. She looked up and shook her head.
"Then you're going to like this," Marik said, savoring Katara's curious expression.
"What?" Katara protested, pulling on his sleeve, prodding him to go on.
"Would you like to see Egypt… above ground?" Marik smiled gently as he waited for Katara's reaction.
Katara looked positively shocked. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. She looked down and started to sob quietly.
Marik was taken aback that Katara started to cry. Actually cry. In all his 3 years of knowing her, she never cried. Not even when she banged her head against the wall. Not even when she broke her arm. But now that she did, and Marik was the cause of it, Marik felt like shit.
Marik wrapped his arms around her and said quietly, "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you cry."
The near teenage girl looked up and said, "How could you even think about something dangerous like that? What if your father found out? What if you…" Katara shut up, realizing she had went too far. Marik stared at her and then looked down.
"I thought it would make you happy," Marik said ruefully, "if we went together. Our adventure. Our experience. I thought you would be excited that we could have an adventure in a place we've never been to… but I guess you're just not that kind of person."
Marik got up from the bed and headed for the door. Katara looked at him, her eyes red from crying.
"I do want to go," Katara whispered, but loud enough for Marik to hear, "I do want to have an adventure. I do want to see what it's like… above. I do, I do, and I do. But, I don't want you to suffer the consequences alone."
Marik turned around and smiled sheepishly, "That sounded kinda lame, huh?"
Katara choked out a laugh and said, "Yeah. But how are we going to get out without our parents knowing?"
Marik smirked and said, "They'll never know. Odeon is going to take us."
Katara looked surprised and whispered, "Are you sure we can trust him? Are you sure he won't, you know… tell your dad?"
Marik looked angry and said a little too loudly, "No! We can trust my brother!"
Katara shot up and looked around, as if there was a parent at the door listening to their conversation. "Iscoot!" Katara hissed, putting a finger to her mouth.
Marik scowled and sat on the armchair.
"Odeon won't tell," Marik mumbled, "I know he won't."
Katara just nodded and stared at Marik. The light given off by the flames in the fireplace highlighted his sandy blonde hair, making them look more dazzling then they naturally were. Katara smiled, and got up from the bed, making Marik give her a surprised look.
"Where are you going?" Marik asked her, getting up from the chair. Katara pushed him back down and hugged him. Marik looked surprised, and looked down, trying to decide if Katara was really hugging him, or if it was a dream. He just shrugged and enjoyed the hug while it lasted. When Katara pulled back from the embrace she asked, "When are we going?"
Marik raised his eyebrow at he fact that Katara acted like she hadn't just hugged him, and he said, "On the night of my birthday. We'll come to your home, but you have to escape from the window. Expect us around 11 or 12. Odeon says that that's the time when Egypt is alive."
Katara nodded, and shivered. She glanced at the comfortable, warm armchair that Marik was sitting on and said crossly, "Oh, hogging the nice, warm, squishy armchair, are you? Well scooch over! I'm cold."
Marik laughed and scooted over for a space big enough for Katara to sit on. The armchair was nice and big, big enough to fit both of the children at least. Katara grabbed a blanket and covered herself with it, as Marik stared at her.
"What?" Katara scoffed.
"Why don't you just form another flame?" Marik asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
Katara acted like it was obvious and said, "Because it takes so much energy. Besides," she added, looking slyly at Marik, "It feel warm and fuzzy inside when I hug you."
Marik laughed and said, "Hah! That's a good joke."
Katara opened her mouth to say she meant it, but there was a knock on the door. Katara scrambled to her bed, blanket and all, and quickly rearranged the pillows as if she had been studying the whole time. She looked up when the door opened to see Odeon.
"Oh. It's just you. I thought it was Ishizu," Marik said, slumping again in the chair. Odeon bowed and eyed Katara.
"It is time to go, Master Marik," Odeon said respectfully, bowing toward Katara as well, who was staring at Odeon from the corner of her eye.
"Yes, I believe it is." Marik said in a mock pompous voice, "Good night to you, Katara,"
Katara started giggling at the sound of his pompous voice and waved good night.
Odeon closed the door and started to walk down the hall with Marik.
"What were you two doing in there, Master Marik?" Odeon said emotionlessly, although he seemed curious to know.
Marik shrugged his little shoulders and said, "The usual. Katara studies while I… I examine my nails."
Odeon knew Marik was being sarcastic, but he really wondered what they were doing.
"I told her about our secret" Marik whispered in his stepbrother's.
Odeon looked startled, but nodded. He knew it would have been difficult for Marik not to go with his best friend. Marik was unusually happy when he returned home, at least by the Ishtar's standards. Usually children dread their betrothal with another family. Ishizu looked questioningly at Odeon, who gave her an expressionless stare. Ishizu frowned as she tried to find a reason for him to be so happy, but gave up in the end. And so, Marik returned home, pleased, for not-so-mysterious circumstances.
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By the way, Iscoot means shut up in Arabic to a male, but Iscootie if your saying it to a female. Anyways, I guess it's okay. It's not great. I would give it a 6 out of ten. Or 0. Your choice. I tried my best not to show they were in love love, but they only had crushes on each other. Major crushes at that. Love is too complex for an 11 year old to fathom. At least, not true love. Well, TTFN, and have a nice day. By the way, I don't do review comments anymore. At least for the time being.