(Rewritten: 5 Apr 20)
Welcome to Toying With My Emotions!
This story is set in an alternate universe, where there is no Battle City or thirst for vengeance on Yami, but there are still explanations for why Marik is the way he is, which you'll learn as the story unfolds.
For the sake of story telling conveniences (and because I originally started this fic in 2009 as a clueless 14 year old, woops), some things in this fic will differ from real-life, modern-day Egypt; in saying this, I'll try to have consistency where possible. Please think of this fic as not just an AU to the YGO-verse, but as an AU to our own reality, where driving licence ages, school curriculums, the state of Egypt, etc. are different to modern-day Egypt as we know it.
Without further ado, enjoy the reading!
TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS
By Captain Meowneith
Prologue
Rain dropped from the darkened clouds like bombs, as a familiar officer spelt out words that should might as well mean the death of her. The pity in his eyes made him look older, and once those grim words left his lips, she watched his jaw lock into place.
Her only answer was silence.
A cold, choking silence.
"I'm so sorry, A'isha," the man whispered. "I truly am." A gentle hand came to rest on her bare shoulder, a sheet of goose bumps blanketing her caramel skin. "Danny was utterly horrified when he heard, too."
A'isha Dahar stiffened at the mention of Officer Miller's son. Her teary eyes inched wide, and her hands curled into trembling fists.
"They were among the kindest people I knew," he continued, "and the absolute last to deserve—"
"Danny," she interrupted, so softly he barely heard over the rain. "Where is he?"
Officer Miller cocked a brow. A'isha knew that if not for the circumstances, he would've questioned how she couldn't know the whereabouts of his son, her now ex-boyfriend.
"Dan's still here, isn't he?" Miller queried. "He stayed behind with Lance to help you clean up?"
A'isha drew her arms across her chest. "No," she breathed, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of her arms; purplish grey was already pooling. "Neither of them helped me clean up." Her voice shook. "They only made things worse."