Jodi: Hey y'all! I'd like to thank my first reviewer, besides me, digiblackraven93, for reading my story! Of course, I'll thank everyone else that reviewed! Well, this story will move as fast as you guys can read it, so you better check up now and then! And, since you picked someone, it makes my life easier. Remember the disclamer! So now, the secret life of Marik Ishtar!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Marik, you are such a couch potato these days. You need to be active," Ishizu said with concern to her brother, who was asleep on the couch. "And by being active, I don't mean getting on your motorcycle and riding around. You should do something worthwhile."

"But what is there to do? Sister, I already tried to work at the airport, but they don't like under-age workers," Marik replied sleepily. He fell back asleep.

"Oh, that's it." she cried. Then she flipped the couch over.

"Ishizu!"

"No, you need to get on your feet and do something!"

"But what?"

Odion came in from the kitchen with something. "Hey, Ishizu, I found it. Marik, here." He threw a binder full of old stamps at him.

"I don't want to do this! It's just for the time being!" Marik whined. "Stamps are boring!"

"Think about it," Ishizu begged. "It'll interest you."

"And plus, this is my collection," Odion stated. "I haven't done a lot of it lately, but I'm too busy. Oh, and you need to get 200."

"200! Are you crazy? How am I going to be able to get 200 stamps?" Marik complained.

"You'll find a way," Odion said as he left.

"Finally, you're putting your time to good use. I'm proud of you," Ishizu said happily.

"That makes one of us," Marik grumbled.

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The next day, Marik had to make a list of all the people that he knew.

"There's Yugi and...wait, they live in the same city...maybe I can contact the people from the tournament...umm...who was in that tournament!" Marik hit his head to see if he could jog his memory.

"Having problems?" Odion asked. He took a bite of something he was eating.

"Well of course! I don't know anyone!"

"You only have to know one person," Odion pointed out. "Try a chain letter."

"Odion, that may have worked a few years ago, but no one does those anymore. They think they're evil or something and throw it away." Marik sighed. "And it's stupid enough to work. Okay...great, I don't know anyone's address."

"That...I can't help you with," Odion said. "Want a sandwich?"

"No, no...I need to contact someone. Oh, this day just gets better," Marik said sarcastically. "I don't know anyone's phone number either."

He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to find a way to get someone's number. Ishizu was able to get through to Seto Kaiba after she was put on hold for an hour and a half.

"Do you even know what time it is over here!" Seto shouted from the other side of the phone.

"Oh, I completely forgot," Ishizu said sheepishly.

"It's 4:30 a.m. over here, do you realize that? This better be important for waking me up. I've gotten 10 hours of sleep this whole week!" (It's 9:30 in Egypt, 4:30 in Japan.)

Ishizu hesitated, and then said gaily, "Do you know where Yugi lives? Or his phone number?"

Seto was silent. He was boiling with anger. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE YUGI LIVES! WELL, IT'S AT THE CORNER OF..." He started to scream profanity at the telephone.

"Can I talk to Mokuba?" Ishizu asked after a few minutes of screaming.

Seto calmed down. Mokuba was able to tell Ishizu where Yugi lived, and wrote it down to give to Marik in the morning because he didn't want to wait to get off hold.

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The third day, after everything was in order, Marik needed to get stamps from the post office to mail people with. He couldn't use any in the collection or Odion would kill him, but he only bought a few. If it was going to be a chain letter, then the receiver should pay the next way, Marik thought. He kept one of them from the pack (bringing his grand total to one) and started to write the letter.

"Dear Yugi,
This is Marik. I am being forced to collect stamps over the summer. Ishizu said I needed a hobby. So if you can start a chain letter to get me a few stamps, that would be great. Try to get some from different countries, it would be very helpful. Send the stamps to me and then send this message to the next person. Get me as much as you can. I need 200. Thank you!
-Marik Ishtar"

After he wrote this, he realized his cursive was very unreadable. The only thing understandable was the number '200' and all of L's looked like E's. Instead, he got Odion to write the letter. he sent the letter the same day.

-One Week Later-

Marik paced the floor uneasily. He had forgotten to buy the 'First Class' stamp and now the letter is taking longer than ever. It finally arrived, with a pack of stamps and a message from Yugi.

"Dear Marik,
I'm sorry I took a while. I have been busy doing something. I hope you didn't get too worried. I was able to find a stamp package with each one having a different photo on it. It celebrates some Japanese traditions. The next letter I sent to Rebecca Hawkins, who lives in the U.S. I think she should respond because she is a close friend of mine. Good luck on getting more!
-Yugi Muto"

"Oh good," Marik sighed with relief. The mail hadn't been backed up. The pack had 30 stamps (his grand total-31) which gave him a good enough head start.

Three days later, the note from Rebecca came.

"Dear Marik, (did I spell that right?)
If you are a friend of Yugi, that's okay. I think I remember you from Battle City. Good thing you got me, too, there are a lot of limited edition stamps in the U.S. I got about forty-five of them, if that helps. 200 is a lot! I sent the next message to Zoey, a friend in Italy, but you wouldn't know her. She would be happy to help you.
Hope your collection gets huge!
-Rebecca Hawkins"

Marik was satisfied. "I guess I was wrong about chain letters. They aren't so bad after all." His total was now 76.

The rest of the messages were usually the same: it would say who the next person was, how many they got, and a little statement at the end for good luck. Zoey got him 25 stamps (total 101) and sent the next one to her mom, who travels. Her mom got 20 stamps from two different countries, India and Singapore, and the letter was sent to her old college buddy. A month had passed by.

After the college friend, who lived in Brazil, gave Marik 10 stamps (total 131) she sent it to her cousin. The cousin was a doctor who went to poor countries in Africa and was in cambodia at the time and sent 16 stamps. 2 weeks passed. The letter continued to the cousin's daughter.

Linda, the daughter, who lived in England, was probably Marik's biggest fan. Her letter was so extremely long, because she talked about how she has a million posters of him, made a Marik plushie by hand, and has all of his duels on tape, that Marik was completely fatigued when he read the final part.

"So I decided to finish off your collection by sending you 60 stamps! It took me a very long time, but my dad had an old collection and let me send you a few. Smooches!
Looove,
Linda Skyler"

"That is just too creepy. But she finished my goal, so, I guess I'll forgive her." Marik said to himself.

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So Marik went to Odion the next day, completed binder in his hand.

"Odion, I finished!"

"Oh, that's great! These are amazing stamps!"

"By the way...why did you need 200 stamps?" Marik asked.

"200? I thought I said twenty."

Marik's mouth was agape. He fainted on the couch that had started all of this.

When Marik woke up, Ishizu told him, "Marik? There's a package here from a girl named Linda. Is it yours?"

Marik almost died from what he heard.

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-This story is dedicated to all Marik fans! Like me!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And that's the second chapter of The Secret Life of...! Now you gotta pick another one off my character list. Since two people have already chosen Joey and Bakura, pick between those two. Choose wisely! R&R people!