DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, ONLY ROSABELLA!
Chapter Four
After the whole alleyway fiasco, Marik had his 'big brother' drag me back to the same boat that I'd managed to dive off of before. Though fair to say I wasn't amused,
"Dude I'm bored."
"Not my concern."
Right now I'm with tall, dark and criminal convict if the markings on his face are anything to go by. At the moment I've been restricted to a room but hey at least I'm not lonely.
"So what's your name? Oh right Odion! Listen I'm real sorry about biting you...and head butting you...and kicking you in the shin-"
"Silence."
Wow looks like the human tank isn't very talkative. Can't blame him, I mean if I were forced to hang around a bat shit crazy lady-boy that can't seem to close that gaping hole in the middle of his face then I'd probably just pipe down as well...along with the fact that I probably wouldn't have a chance to talk.
"I know you want me to be quiet but how come blondie got all pissy when he saw my shoulder?"
"Master Marik explained that you went through a similar ritual to what we had. You have an Egyptian eye engraved onto your skin."
...um I beg your fucking pardon? Last time I checked I don't have anything on my shoulder, no tattoos or any body modifications whatsoever. Is he shitting me?!
"Um I think you're REALLY mistaken, I've never had anything done to me in my entire life."
"Lying will not help. Master and I are very easily able to recognise that mark for we both went through the same thing."
"Really with you I couldn't tell."
Sarcasm dripped from my mouth as scar-face glared harshly at me. Now I've pissed him off; good serves him right for calling me a damn liar. You know what? I take back my apologies; instead of kicking or biting I'll use a wrench if I have to!
"Don't even think about it."
"Huh?"
"I recognise that look; you're planning on escaping. Don't bother, you're remaining here until master says otherwise."
Don't hit him Rosa. Don't hit him. Okay I can see how this dude and Marik can be related: they both clearly can't take a joke.
"How come you call him master if you're brothers?"
Odion's eyes widened a little before having cold steel wash over them. Was that...sadness?
"My relation to the Ishtars are none of your concern."
"Ishtars...so that's Marik's last name and by that plural there's more."
"You'd be best to stop prying now, master Marik will be returning shortly."
Well someone's loosing patience, can't blame him. It's my fault for being a nosey shit, I would probably react the same way. No one here needs to know about where I came from, I shivered at the thought of the pitying looks I would receive if word got out.
"Master."
Oh whoop-dee-fucking-doo here we go, ladies and gentlemen may I present to you the bane of my existence at this very moment. Marik stood there with a smug look on his face as he looked down his nose at me. Bastardo.
"Odion how was our 'guest'?"
"Not too bothersome."
He nodded before turning his attention back to me, he knelt down and exposed my shoulder, only this time he forcefully turned my head to look at the mark. It wasn't big but it wasn't exactly unnoticeable as well, I could see where the scar tissue rose up and where the ink created the shape of the eye of Anubis. That same fucking eye.
"I don't believe you when you say that you have no idea on how you got this. Anyone who goes through the ritual does not forget the agony it brings!"
Okay you know what? Fuck you idiota! I wrenched my head from his grip and then head butted him right in the nose. He stumbled back and a groan of pain escaped him. He quickly covered his nose where blood was beginning to drop down. His eyes stared at me with pure rage and hatred.
"I'm getting sick of you invading my personal space and trying to intimidate me! I've met bigger and badder than you only you've got a whole stupid god-complex going on! Leave me be!"
Tears fell from my eyes as I continued my rant. I'm sick of this, sick of everything! I want everything to make sense is that so much to ask?! Why?! WHY?! WHY?!
Before long I was a blubbering mess that couldn't even form correct sentences, I know that I wanted to escape from my life in the orphanage but not like this!
The whole time Marik and Odion had stayed silent as I let out my emotions, my rage, my confusion and my sadness.
"Per favore lasciami andare, I don't even know what's going on." (Please let me go)
Marik just stared at me blankly but I could tell that he was still pissed about the head butt.
"Odion, keep an eye on her, I have a duel and a puzzle to win."
"Yes master."
I blocked out everything else I exhaustion took over, making my eyelids become heavy and forcing me into unconsciousness.
~time skip~
I jerked awake by the sound of smashed glass, I looked up to see Marik breathing heavily in rage, on the floor was a broken glass that seemed to have had water in it.
"Wow what pissed in your cheerios?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind."
I only received a glare from the bronze teen as he paced the room seeming to be in deep thought and mumbling to himself.
"...need a new plan...Joey...mind slave...puzzle...pharaoh."
Uhhhh what? Wait Joey!
"You said Joey, do you mean Joey Wheeler?"
Now THAT made him stop dead in his tracks, he stalked over towards me, grabbed me AGAIN by my chin and making me look at him in the eye.
"How do you know Joey Wheeler?"
"I met him a few hours ago, before I ran into you and snowball in the alleyway. Hehe that sound weird, like you two were having a forbidden romance or something."
As soon as I said that I cracked up laughing, oh god! That's just too good! I can imagine it now; poor sweet Bakura sneaking away from his friends in order to see his one true love: Marik. I kept on laughing while Marik made a sound of disgust at my implication.
"If you're friends with Wheeler then this could work out for me."
"Hahahahaha-what?"
"You're coming with me to the Battle City finals."
Yes dad! God you're so bossy! It's not fair! I snorted at my little sarcastic thought.
"What the Hell's Battle City?"
"What? Come on I may have lived in a tomb for most of my life but even I know what Battle City is. Have you ever played Duel Monsters?"
"Never heard of it."
Now the look on his face was absolutely comical. Eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to form a sentence. It's almost like he's a little kid that's just found out that santas not real.
Though thinking about our little moment now actually makes me feel a little sad, because if we had met under different circumstances we probably could've been friends. I know I could use more of those.
I was brought out of my depressing thoughts as a bronze hand snapped its fingers in front of my face.
"Hey listen! I don't appreciate being ignored."
"Well too bad I'll probably be doing that a lot."
Drag queen shook his head and turned away with a scoff while gripping the Millennium rod tightly.
"I don't have time to deal with you at the moment, I need to figure out a way on getting that puzzle and the remaining God cards."
"Nawww Marik we're you going soft on me just then?"
"Don't speak such foolishness girl-"
"Rosabella."
I cut him off sharply, if he's going to address me then it'll be by name, not wench, not girl not anything else.
"Rosabella..."
He tested out the word and shrugged his shoulders in a none-caring gesture. Wow thanks blondie you really love taking others into consideration don't you?
"Now would you PLEASE explain to me what's going on."
Reluctantly Marik sat down beside me and began explaining everything and I mean EVERYTHING. The pharaoh, Joey, his friends and even his own life and how he was going to become the pharaoh by taking his 'power'. Yup definitely got issues going on and I'm guessing it's to do with family and it's not too hard to figure out.
"So your family was responsible for protecting this pharaoh's tomb? And there's an ancient power that you're trying to get?...do I look like I've just taken acid?"
What you thought I would believe his story? Ha! Come on I wasn't born yesterday.
Marik looked more than a little insulted at my denial to believe him. He stood up and turned his back to me,
"I wouldn't expected you to understand, what do you know of hardship? You've lived on the surface your entire life while I was expected to rot away underground."
What do I know of hardship? I lost my parents years ago, I was shipped off to a Hellhole of a children's home, bullied and tormented everyday and only ever had ONE friend. Yeah what do I know of hardship? What do I know of suffering? I guess I should be fucking grateful!
I refused to speak to him after that, letting him believe that he got the last word in. I get it, he was expected to live underground for the rest of his life waiting for a ghost that would probably never returned, but that doesn't excuse him for being a total dick!
I was pulled to my feet with Marik grabbing onto my forearm again. He took me out of the room and let me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. I thought his boat was small! We finally made it to-oh shock horror!- another room. Marik opened the door and practically tossed me inside. Prick.
"You'll stay here for the time being. Tomorrow we head for the battle city finals. Don't even bother trying to escape."
He slammed the door without giving me a chance to respond. Well someone's on their time of the month. Hehe maybe he needs chocolate...now I want chocolate, life isn't fair! No stop it Rosa, you've been doing this too much lately!
I looked around the room and there was literally nothing but a tiny window and a bed. Well I won't complain about that, I could be sleeping on worse things. I collapsed on the soft mattress and inhaled the scent, vanilla, cinnamon and...wait is that testosterone?! AM I IN MARIK'S ROOM?! Fuck me if I am he sure doesn't give a two shit flying fuck about the decor. I really don't think I'm going to be sleeping anytime soon.
