Chapter 20- Transformacion de Cuerpo
Authoress Notes: I'm starting to get used to this story more than ever. I know it hasn't been consistent but rest assured, it will be. I have it all figured out. (Also not a big fan of long AN unless you are heavily political.)
Mature Content: the Graphic imagination of body part.
All four of them gathered and Marik carried Luanne and his bag. He handed her, her bag by shoving it in front of her with incredulously. Bryn and Carissa held hands as other Rare Hunters helped them with the bags. Bryn and Carissa split as they both wanted to go to the bathroom. Luanne followed Carissa as well. She smiled and held the door for her.
"Did you have a pleasant flight with Master Marik?" Carissa asked.
"I'm not sure if we could call it pleasant… but it was rather boring. He was making my chat with him about ridiculous things, topics that he doesn't allow one to relax. Is that normal?" Luanne sighed.
The Motorcycle that Marik brought to Spain was imported by the official customs. They bowed to the teenager and Luanne stepped aside but Marik stopped her tracks.
One Rare Hunter was nervous, as there wasn't Odion to back them up. It was just Marik and they knew he was never lenient with them. The other handed a bag of clothes, which is for Marik. At first, he did not say anything, just pending on the purpose of the clothes as New Year was approaching. Marik knew that Spain's political loose end. Even though the trip was short, he isn't here for interrogation, but to bring this female beside him for… some rational thinking.
"We managed to take some hostages and these are the new clothes you were looking for." The brave Rare Hunter said.
"Did you book a Hotel?" Marik crossed his arms. The man shook his head and shrugged.
"Master, we booked for Airbnb near Lady Fendi's Manor, we could be neighbours for once!" Bryn grinned at Marik.
"Really… we get to live as tenants?" Marik asked Bryn. Luanne loved that kind of environment and she had a conversation with Bryn about living in Airbnb instead of hotels.
"It's a substantial place… Marik, just anyone could live in Airbnb." She twiddled her thumb. Marik nodded and turned to Bryn again.
"You two are going to shall follow female and male separation. Bryn and I will be in one room and Luanne… You will be with Carissa. No swapping as it is a strict order." He said sternly.
"But, Carissa and I haven't finished watching Naruto and-"
"You can watch it with me, Bryn!" Marik almost yelled. Bryn giggled, as he had never seen Marik watch anime. "Now you all may leave as I need to drive to our place to settle."
Luanne picked up her phone and there was a missed call from Eohan followed by a text message. She sighed, "Madrid is one of the few countries I have revisited. I know you belonged here from your mother's side…" Marik glared at her with suspicious eyes.
"Is Eohan wondering where you are?" Marik asked her about her Childhood friend. She quickly retracted her hand to the back. Luanne shook her head rapidly. She frowned, as she knew nothing could save her from this arrangement.
"Good! Now come with me." Marik dragged her, leaving all their bags with Bryn and Carissa.
"Where are we going, Marik?" Luanne was confused. As they went through custom's checked, they were cleared.
"I want you to duel for a special card for me. You weren't that bad when I duelled you, remember? Even if I won, there was so much potential…" Marik dragged her out to the same motorcycle he loaded in a van. The Crimson Harley Davidson that was perfectly glazed. He mounted the motorcycle gallantly. Luanne stepped back.
"I'm afraid… just… uh… Is it safe…?" She bit her lips. Luanne saw his grey helmet and a spare olive helmet.
"It depends…" Marik chuckled.
"I have driven countless girls who were just the same as you. They doubt my ability to manoeuvre this motorcycle all because we set on the wrong foot." The Blond Egyptian huffed. He had seen girls like Luanne; they were too foolish, too timid and angry. Luanne smiled.
"Oh…? Like they keep protesting about your driving skills or that you are too young to drive a Motorcycle?" Luanne pouted.
"They find me intimidating… however, I prefer displaying my dominance when I need something from them. You have nothing I want…" He turned on the Motorcycle and the engine rumbled beneath them. He loved that both of them could be alone.
"Our contract is complicated enough to show your control over me. I mean… you need fuel soon." Luanne pointed to Marik's fuel metre and he furrowed his thin brow as an indicator light flashed.
"You're right!" Bryn dashed in front of Marik as the crowd of Rare Hunters followed him.
"WAIT! Master Marik…" Bryn panted. Marik turned as Bryn smiled innocently. Marik looked worried for a while.
"What is it?" Marik said.
"Is Luanne following us or are you taking her to the residential place?" Bryn was so confused with the plan as he was holding a paper filled with Marik's instructions.
"All Rare Hunters are to… follow those instructions, report when your team is done. Come back to the residence and we can enjoy your Anime, got it?" Marik instructed Bryn assertively. Bryn nodded and Marik grabbed his shoulder. "I trust you…"
His motorcycle roared making Luanne hold on to Marik's stomach tightly. The jolt cause Luanne to knocked her head on Marik's back. Marik chuckled, as he sped up. Spain was filled with vibrant colours, as the buildings were patchwork.
Luanne's scent lingered as the girl was leaning on him and holding him for life. She was afraid and he enjoyed the fear resonating from her body language. As they approached a traffic light, the familiar siblings were crossing the road. Rory, Eden and Myles were chatting and carrying their luggage to a bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle.
"Where are Bryn and the others going?" Luanne asked Marik.
"Why ask me when you could have followed them?" Marik flashed his penchant smirk.
"How many girls do you escort and make them subjected to choice depravity?" She mumbled but Marik pretended he didn't hear anything. Luanne was annoyed so she squeezed Marik harder.
It took a while for both of them to respond as Luanne was enjoying the scenery. There was something about Marik that made her feel safe, even if he holds an organisation that is strong and amazing.
"This is your point? MATADOR?! Why are we at the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas?" Luanne gaped.
"Bryn said he wanted a costume… He wanted to do the entire tourist thing…" Marik sighed. He was lost in thought as he remembered his little Rare Hunter asked him.
"Uh, Master Marik! May I dress up as a Matador in one meeting? Like just once so that-"
"NO!" Marik screamed at Bryn.
"Fine… it's just that you allowed me to go the rave and it was no difference to me breaking a small portion of your rule." Bryn grumbled. Both of them were in a bad mood before Marik went into his solarium.
"You've been very disobediently lately Bryn…" Marik growled. He slammed his fist on his office table.
"More like you've been really intolerable lately Master Marik!" Bryn was fueling some much-needed emotions towards his Master. This does it!
When Marik said nothing, Bryn continued. "Those years of reading people's minds… Have you ever put yourself in their shoes?"
"All the time Bryn, all the time… And I do try to equate benefits for my Rare Hunters but only a few are conscientious of their actions. For taking another female on board is pretty gnarly. We will never have another Abbey, as she was an amazing Rare Huntress. Bianca is no pale comparison as she actually isn't a lesbian, as we all know she likes Inas. As for Sybille, she was too emotional for any job." The Egyptian Teen was composed enough to explain what he thought of women in his ranks.
"How about whom they really are? Understanding the Venus language from Gissi rattles me." Bryn sat on the edge of the table.
"The Venus language needs to understand the Mars language first before stepping into the Violet Mars Dialect…," Marik smirked.
"Violet M—Mars D—dialect! Now that's original. Seriously, Master Marik, you should joke more in the meetings." Bryn chuckled steadily pulling his Duel Monsters Deck and shuffling it casually.
"I hope you have been duelling hard… I'll be refining your skills again"
"I'm ready for whatever you throw at me, sir." Bryn obediently bowed.
"Remember to treat yourself once in a while, my little Rare Hunter. Our release of Mr Feisal will play as a time bomb to the Senate and we will claim their seat soon." Marik's remarkable Cheshire Cat grin stretched contagiously to his lackey.
Marik jolted and it made him swerve the motorcycle. He pulled over, evidently peeved as Luanne was still clinging to his black leather jacket. "As a firm believer of a gender binary, I still uphold a patriarchal belief like you. Now would you hold my hand?"
Marik dragged her towards the stadium filled with people. Does anyone, you know hold gender fluidity belief?"
"Bianca… Although she isn't exactly an internal Rare Hunter, she is my asset. She is a true feminist and a lesbian." Marik knew everything about what his Rare Hunters believed. "Bryn, on the other hand, is still questioning about his gender identity. I told him, just be you…"
"Are there homosexuals in your organisation?" Luanne asked a direct question. Marik smirked.
"My organisation is the society with all kinds of men, women with age, gender, class and ethnicity. I allow religion as well… I think you need to stop interviewing me sometimes…" Marik flicked her forehead.
"Sounds pretty obsolete but would you let me practice my religion?"
"No," Marik huffed. "Take time off and think about this trip."
"You think patriarchy is the only way that will keep the world spinning?"
"Precisely! That is the only way the world passes on the generation and hence it is normal. No legal law against patriarchal believes have reasons to prevail except for self-pitiful excuses to not reproduce through artistic genderless expression." Marik growled. Luanne's jaw dropped.
"Left Wing ideology is pitiful Luanne…" He continued as the door opened, a large group of bullfighters were chatting away.
"You think feminism is flawed?" Luanne paused.
"To some extent, some feminism
"Is that all?" Marik said to himself. He glared at the range of costumes displayed.
"Why are you buying costumes for Bryn again?" Luanne asked sceptically.
Marik glared at her but ignored her as he grabbed a medium for Bryn. The assistant passed on the costume.
"That one is perfect", Marik stated as the shop assistant pointed to the size for Bryn.
"He likes pink occasionally because of his nickname…" Marik nonchalantly said.
"That is odd for a boy who is straight…"
"Indeed, but he is not narrow-minded. He cares for individuals. Repentance is a personal thing. It is important for one to believe in a view but to remove that is a miracle of the divine. If you want to see me in glitters, you will." Marik smirked.
"Have you dressed as a drag queen before?" Luanne was shocked.
"No… I believe that gender binary and cisgender to be normal. For fun in parties, that is Bryn's expertise…" Letting out a chuckle made Marik wonder why he was joking about costumes so casually.
"So you are not against patriarchy?" Luanne asked Marik.
"No, but I was oppressed by the kind of slavery similar… to…"
"Similar to…?"
"Nothing… we both can agree that Cultural Marxism will dismantle the society. I speak dangerously about all ideologies and very few agree with me."
Luanne smiled; he was someone she'd never thought would be close to. He picked a scarlet cloth, definitely for matador fighting and running away from a bull.
"Matadors are braving their way to the gates… if you are a beginner, you can join for free." The shop assistant said.
"Ask if he allows beginner's classes for Bryn…" Luanne asked Marik. "We wouldn't want him just wear an accustomed outfit to be seen as 'Cultural Appropriation'…
Marik shrugged, "There are classes just as an audience or even better… an employee…" Marik grinned toothily at Luanne and shrugged.
Marik's Millennium Rod shone as she witnessed the man now possessed, "A friend of Marik is a friend of mine… this is the little boy that will work here…"
"COULD YOU STOP TROLLING PEOPLE WITH YOUR WEIRD SPELLS?" Luanne screamed and pushed Marik hard.
Marik frowned at her, " You wouldn't understand my intentions, I have to take care of Bryn!"Marik hissed at her.
Luanne crinkled her nose, as she detests her 'so-called' boss. Marik smiled as he got all their goods. He roughly shoved it into her hands, "I also do not know how you feel as I think my powers are best used on the job."
"Of course, giving the time you had bossing all your Grimaces around… you don't even have a plan for me…" Luanne peeped through the bag.
"They are all for Bryn and you, on the other hand, have to earn my trust." The blond Egyptian mused.
"Don't you think that you are over-egging the pudding by assuming I would expose you from my journalism?"
"Oh, I'm not assuming a thing, I know for a general fact that you would most certainly leak my life to unreliable sources to the media and the general public for you have leftist tendencies. You, are the one over-egging the pudding." Marik narrowed his eyes.
"Uh huh. You speak too freely about people and pass judgement too quickly—"
"Oh we wouldn't want to be late for Lady Fendi, shall we go now?" Marik led the way back to his crimson motorcycle.
"Yeah like I fancy living like a Gypsy…" Luanne giggled slightly.
"Girls… will always be girls and I'm just glad I am not one."
Bryn returned from a mission to their Airbnb place. He remembered the place as though it was yesterday. When he was nine, he never knew he had an Aunty from his father's side. He remembered the swing that hung high with a tire on the front porch. He also remembered the mosaic of a boy and a girl with a crimson string, signifying true love. It dazzled him for quite some time in why he remained in Marik's company, yet Lady Fendi assisted the Rare Hunters with her hospitality. When he was younger, Abbey used to do embroidery with her Aunty by the terracotta lampstand. His dad Hugh used to play Aunty Fendi's piano. Mostly Bryn's metal of Drowning Pool's hit, " Bodies" was recorded though Lady Fendi's African Grey Parrot; Marnie.
"Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOOOOR!"
Beaten why for (why for)
Can't take much more
(Here we go, here we go, here we go)
ONE, nothing wrong with me
TWO, nothing wrong with me
THREE, nothing wrong with me
FOUR, nothing wrong with me
ONE, something's got to give
TWO, something's got to give
THREE, something's got to give now
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
LET THE BODY HIT THE FLOOR
Push me AGAIN (AGAIN)
THIS IS THE END
(HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO)
Bryn remembered when Marik first visited the home; the parrot squawking the exact song freaked him out. Therefore it was a priceless moment. He hurried to the spiral upstairs to his pastel haired girlfriend and saw her doodle pages of her fashion design. Carissa had a neat bun, however, tied low. She was wearing a single pink rose.
"Intriguing, my day started smoothly without Master Marik for once…" Bryn giggled. He saw Gonzales the tricoloured feline join Carissa. Carissa furrowed her brow.
"Why is that?"
"Fifty-eight thousand new Ultra Rare Cards in this suitcase was stolen by this single crazy Rare Hunter…" Bryn smirked.
"Oh, who would that be?"
"Me!" Bryn patted Gonzales in return. "Wow, Gonzy still remembers me…" Bryn tickled the root of his whiskers.
"I guess he does… Petra would have freaked out if she saw this cat. She is absolutely obsessed with cats." Carissa stroked the cat's side neck.
"Master Marik doesn't mind them but he said he is allergic to their fur. Also, I think that he just doesn't want any strand sticking to his cape... He deafens me if his laundry is scattered across the floor for a few minutes." Bryn giggled.
"He is a delicate soul…" Carissa bit her graphic pencil.
A middle-aged woman came in. She was well polished with a white-laced blouse and a crimson skirt flowing from her hip. Her nails were long and polished with Indigo. Some diamantes adorned in each nail. Her hair was wavy with a blond ombre. She glanced at her nephew and smiled at the pair.
"Bryn, you are still in your purple attire? I hope your friend finds his way around Madrid well." He rosy red lip pursed.
"You mean Master Marik? Yeah, he stresses me out sometimes." Bryn huffed.
The doorbell rang and Lady Fendi's butler fetched the door. Marik stood there smugly with a bouquet of roses for Lady Fendi.
"Good afternoon my lady…" He bowed. He nudged Luanne to follow him.
"And who is this Señiorita? Lady Fendi asked harshly.
"Her name is Luanne Khait," Marik smirked as he said flamboyantly to the woman. She narrowed her eyes at Luanne.
"When were you going to tell me you had company? I refuse to house this girl!" Lady Fendi was rough. Marik smirked and stood by her side.
"I don't want normal people in my presence. She is not criminal like you!" Lady Fendi said with great hostility.
The Egyptian teen sighed, "I know 'Mother Verda', I do have too much on my plate at the moment. Sending more failing Rare Hunters to their demise seems to appease my stress."
Soon enough, Marik's dearest Rare Hunter joined. Bryn bowed to Marik from the back. "Sir… Could I intercede for Luanne?" Bryn did care for Luanne, even if Lady Fendi and Marik wanted to mess her up.
"Please…" Marik turned around. "Explain how you may have done so." There were piles of paperwork Bryn had written for Marik and fifteen briefcases lined up by the staircase.
"Oh Marik, my nephew never fail you. See how well he has collected those cards for you in less than two hours." Lady Fendi winked her favourite nephew.
"Neither has this girl, I mean she helped me obtain two Egyptian God Cards in one day." Marik just remembered. He gladly took Bryn's report in exchange for a bagful of matador costumes.
"Then you should have said so!" They both strolled away from Luanne and Bryn. Bryn slowly crawled to Luanne.
"Psst… just make sure you get on my Aunt's good side. She is a strict lady and doesn't tolerate non-criminals." Bryn lifted his head. "Oh get on my level now, they will return for more torment. This takes plenty of proceedings for a non-criminal to live with her." Whispering seems to be Bryn's only way of showing the solution.
"So who is the highest?" Luanne asked Bryn.
"Marik Ishtar is still the highest in Rare Hunters. In Kenosha, Marik Ishtar is equal to Lady Fendi aka 'Mother Verda' as Justus. In this household, 'Mother Verda' is the head and sole breadwinner. Therefore as 'Mother Verda's Nephew, and Master Marik's subordinate, I have very few power to aid you."
"That's terribly complicated, so Marik likes making fun of my innocence…" Luanne huffed.
"When he finishes evaluating my report with her, I hope their decision will be in your favour." Bryn winked back at Luanne with the sweetest smile.
"Hey, thanks for sticking up for me…"
"That's okay, it's just that those who have failed were sacrificed to Lions. Metaphorically of course but still they are done away with." Bryn warned Luanne.
"So you're Irish and she is…"
"Also Irish but my Pops and Nan had her here as a baby. Just so you know, I'm still kind of afraid of Master Marik."
"But you seem to get along with him." Luanne frowned.
"If we hang out Lu, I'll explain more about Marik but just not here. For now, just find common grounds with her. There next to Marnie, she reads C.S Lewis Books. She is a wealthy woman and feisty too. That is why she is in favour of Master Marik's contact list." Bryn pointed some attributes of his Aunty as though she was readable.
"So the parrot is called Marnie?" Luanne asked.
"Yeah, hey… you look tired Lu. You should try to hit the sack after this strange proceeding." Bryn looked concern.
"Your guess is as good as mine… That is if I'm lucky enough to receive a roof over my head…" Luanne exhaled slowly.
"On the plus side… you have the free pass to every Airbnb in the city. If this doesn't work out for you, there is my exclusive QR code I can pass this to yah!" Bryn winked twice with the grin that made Luanne giggle contagiously.
"I think you do test me, Marik. A boy like you who runs his own secret society and a criminal syndicate and takes everything from the government. Looks like your hostile take over is looking very tantalising." Lady Fendi strolled with her fellow Kenosha Justus.
"Oh, you'll be surprised how many government bodies yield by my direct order to Bryn. He is the only boy I use to bring down the pathetic founder. I hope you don't mind that he obeys my every word on a whim." Marik chuckled.
"Perhaps if Hugh finds out that you have been taking him in, he'd call the authorities." Lady Fendi muttered.
"Don't worry about Hugh and Clara, my Mother Verda. Bryn's welfare is very important to me. He is very dear to me." Marik assured her. "I will protect that boy no matter what."
"Hmm… that's good…" Lady Fendi smirked. "I have something for you."
"What would that be?" Marik inquired curiously.
"Follow me…" Lady Fendi said seriously.
They both climbed down a staircase leading to an outhouse basement. Vines entangled with shrubs and climbed the walls. The red door was enough to show that people were kept as prisoners. Marik smirked as he felt the urge to torment people rose. As she opened the door, an older man was blindfolded. Another politician was bound to a chair.
Marik in every way felt masochistic for torture. "I thought you were against the idea, but you did it for me." He said, laced with feigning gratitude.
"I am still against your word, darling… I did it because his speech was getting on my nerves and my menopause will appear sooner if no one shuts this damn man up!" The Spanish woman complained.
"Now, now, Mother Verda… I appreciate your charitable thought and so I will torment this man as I please with effortless… fun..." Marik grabbed the man's chin. He was teary and sweaty and Marik loved that he was the cause of the fear with the infamous ancient staff of his.
Not before long, his screams echoed up to the Manor main. Where the two teens await.
The screams reached Luanne and Bryn's ear. Bryn looked distressed, as he knew where it was coming from. Even if he was a Rare Hunter, he dislikes most of what his Master involves himself in. He covered his ears as Marnie decided to imitate the screams.
"That's my Aunty's promise to Master Marik…" Bryn said as though he was about to cry. Luanne sat cross-legged and side hugged him. "Sometimes I think we both are lucky just to know Master Marik on the business side of things…" He continued quietly.
"Why do you say that?" Luanne asked Bryn.
"Nothing, I think Master Marik is a nice guy…." Bryn squeezed shut his eyes with a hidden perplexed cringe with a grin.
Another deafening scream resounded and they both couldn't help but laugh.
"Bubbly Brynny Boo… what is going on?" Carissa said elegantly with her Lolita dress on.
"Creamy Carissa, Gummy Gissi! Master is out on his Po— I mean— torment again." Bryn bit his lip.
"So why are you two on the ground…?" Carissa pouted.
"Uh! It's not what you think Gissi!" Bryn waved his hands.
"First Erin and now Luanne!" Carissa stormed off. Bryn sighed as he saw his girlfriend steam off her frustration. She is jealous without a doubt. Bryn stood up to comfort Carissa.
"Wait! What about the proceedings?" Luanne panicked.
"Just tell Marik, I have Pastel Venus to deal with and I'll be back!" Bryn disappeared.
"I'LL BE BACK! SQUAAAAAWK, I'LL BE BACK!" Marnie repeated.
At the cruel display of mental torment, Marik had Lady Fendi's flog the subject while he stood with his Millennium Rod. The man was bleeding from the back.
"What's wrong? You're being soft today 'Mother Verda.' Marik hissed.
"This man is still important to the nation, you little squirt!" Lady Fendi twirled the whip with her forehand.
"This man's spirit is unyielding, perhaps that is why I could only take sixty percent of the information I needed." Marik kicked the chair and let it topple over.
"Interrogation takes a while…" Lady Fendi nodded. " My Husband will be back soon to take you lot, for a housewarming dinner."
"That would be delightful…" grinning slyly he check Bryn's conclusive results. The boy did his 110% for him, although the final note was not up to his taste. 'Lastly Master Marik, I'm a little exhausted from CODE: BN743. I know you want that mission done faster but staring at the computer isn't making any progress."
He growled knowing that he needed a break from that particular task. Perhaps it was time to have another chat with Bryn about the issue. "Your nephew is doing fine…"
"I sure hope so. He was in tears about the last CODE. Do speak to him as he is a little afraid to come forward about it." Lady Fendi left and hooked the whip up and left the room.
Marik kept reading Bryn's report. It was clear Bryn had felt rebellious lately. The last time he had ever done so was with his Monk Teacher. Those early years of Rare Hunters with him were one of the best.
He entered the Manor main again and Luanne was speaking with Lady Fendi decently. She was gentle in a ladylike manner to the woman.
"Where did Bryn go?" Marik asked Luanne.
Luanne couldn't say it out loud but managed to remember. "He said, that he had to take on Pastel Venus…"
Marik smirked, "I see, you are less important then…"
"Indeed I have, well if you two have decided to let me live somewhere else, I'm happy to le—"
"No sweetie, you are a polite and I do want to polish you into a fine criminal like me. I have heard many things about you." Marik heard the unlikely speech coming out from Lady Fendi. She was only acting and he could tell she isn't genuine to Luanne. She wanted to cause harm to Luanne just as much as he does.
"Lady Fendi, Bryn's report pleases me so I do agree for her to stay with us." Marik flamboyantly gestured.
His tan hands trembled as fury started to rise. He felt the urge to yell at Bryn for complaining about the last CODE. No one should ever complain about any mission. "'Mother Verda', please accommodate her to her room and I shall see your nephew."
"Luanne, I shall show you your room and if you like, I heard that you would like to learn how to sing." Lady Fendi smirked. Marik ignored their conversation and went straight to Bryn.
She took note of the event mentally as she remembered there was a captive in the courtyard. Perhaps she needs to free him. If she called the police, Marik will take revenge on her and the authorities.
Marik strolled in the middle of Bryn's conversation with Carissa. His lackey was cradling his girlfriend as though they've been through a storm. Marik pointed to the door to save his anger from escalating Bryn's relationship with Carissa as his privacy with Bryn are exclusive.
Carissa slowly breaks from Bryn and pecked him on the cheek as Marik stood towering over both of them. Of cause, the 180 cm Egyptian blond loved to intimidate people with his height.
"I see you have something to complain about!" Marik almost screamed. Carissa quickly left Marik and Bryn's accompaniment.
"No Master Marik, if you were to hold the core mission for over two weeks and no result has progressed, I must say something. Just as well, I really hope this you understand that this code is too complex. I've managed to extract most of them. That is why the cards downstairs were substantial." Bryn described.
"Fair enough, just don't write your exhaustion here…" Marik pursed his lips.
"Why?" Bryn childishly asked.
"DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME BRYN!" Marik shouted.
"Yes, sir!" Bryn jumped, as he knew Marik was not in the mood of negotiation. He straightened, as he knew Marik hated Bryn's recklessness.
"If it was Odion, I would have made turned a blind eye. However, you need to be honest with me because…"
"Because you don't want to lose a valuable asset like me?" Bryn said truthfully. "As I am your servant, you'd rather my efforts exhaust until I have nothing to offer. Then you will discard me into the Shadow Realm just like you did to many of our comrades…" Bryn mumbled and his eyes were watering.
"You have been in the Shadow Realm Bryn… like for too many times with me…" Marik rolled his eyes.
"So you do want to talk about what failed?" Bryn asked timidly.
"I do want to… And you haven't failed. I just dislike how you have written this in an almost perfect report." Marik simpered.
Bryn pulled his laptop and the database traced back from the day Luanne and Marik were back in Zifta. Again most of the threats were from his sister's henchmen.
"You have to see this and understand that I am trying to undo her damage. Luanne was a smart encoder. She may be an amateurish journalist or media person but when she worked on this program, it added an extra layer to our security system. What was exhausting is the layer was well built here but not here." Bryn manoeuvred the mouse and Bryn had been trying to add to Security every day.
Bryn saw Gonzales play with his guitar strap. Bryn panicked, "Hey Gonzy, stop!" Marik stroked the feline gently and cuddled him.
"I think you will know what is essential and with Luanne by my side, she could run the same system again," Marik smirked.
"Master Marik! Really… Are you obsessed with her?" It was Bryn turn to stare down at Marik, although he was still shorter than his boss, Marik grinned at his attempt.
"Luanne?! NO!" Marik was blushing.
"Yeah right… You couldn't even stop chastising her on the plane…" Bryn said teasingly.
Marik arched his brow. "If she wasn't a political figure, would you still take her down?"
"Master Marik… like all other women out there, she is a decent girl with high education. Unlike Sybille, she controls her tongue. Unlike Bianca, she is modest and unlike Abbey, she is not hot-tempered. Can you really break this girl?" Bryn felt bad for Luanne.
"Unlike many other captives, she is free to serve me. Perhaps I need a way to understand this girl. Her mind is not mine to manipulate or access." Marik glanced at his Millennium Rod.
"Why?"
"Unlike many other people, I cannot access anything because of her faith… Her soul is untouchable. A powerful force is protecting her even after her contract. That is why I wished for her to renounce her faith." Marik gritted his teeth.
"Spiritual scheming is complicated, huh? I just haven't thought this far into taking someone's mind like data. Your recent endeavour of mind information collecting scares me. I mean cards are one thing but to politicians, it stresses me to see you hunting them." Bryn crossed his legs.
"I need to be free from slavery… we've been through this before Bryn." Marik sighed.
"Like all mankind is in slavery…? I sometimes think my faith in Buddhism is just like a void from within. It may talk about love but not reaching Nirvana because I'm serving you is quite frustrating." Bryn gawked as Marik's ears are all on him.
"Giving my thought to you explaining my story again but you know it is not relevant at this point…." Marik looked a bit sad. "You know Bryn, I'm not going to let go of this task even if you complain. As long as you're are working on this fast…"
"I do need your help Master, just feeling really drained…" Bryn sobbed.
"Rest Bryn, I will pass this to Inas and Odion." Marik wiped his cheeks. "You have been tackling this issue so I'd rather you concentrate on undercover… So how is the Pastel Venus?"
"I'd rather not talk about her…," Bryn said
"Are you afraid that I will make you go into a verbal diarrhoea about girls?" Marik was keen on Bryn's love life. He was one of the few that would allow Bryn rant about the opposite sex. That's one thing Bryn would be proud of, as he shares Marik's view in dating.
"That is if you don't send me to the Shadow Realm and lock me in that state while you leave…" Bryn narrowed his olive eyes.
"You're jinxing your chance…" Marik flashed a smirk.
Lady Fendi and her husband came to see Marik and Bryn. "Shall we take you lot, to Mercado De La Reina?"
"Uncle Javier!" Bryn jumped up. The Man whom Bryn looked up to after his father Hugh is Uncle Javier. He was a town planner and he owns many ports and estates. His goaty beard made him look stunning on him. Marik shook his hand as the Verda household served the Rare Hunters as well.
Carissa finished designing more of her clothes so she checked what her boyfriend was doing. He hadn't returned yet so she went downstairs. She watched, as Luanne was lonely with Marnie the Parrot. Luanne was really gentle with the bird.
"You are a remarkable bird whisperer…" Carissa complimented Luanne.
"No, I just have luck with Marnie. He did nip me when I was cleaning the small tray." Luanne showed Carissa the tiny gash on her wrist.
"You'll need a Band-Aid for that." Carissa was worried. She looked into her wallet but she wasn't as organised as Luanne. Luanne grabbed her own purse, as Carissa looked disappointed in herself for supplying first aid.
"Let me help you…" Carissa helped Luanne. "There, she is an awesome bird… isn't she…?"
Luanne nodded and smiled at Carissa as she patted her wings.
Marik walked pass with his suite this time. He ignored the two girls, as he had no interest in either of them at the moment. He picked three ties, one that is lilac, one is violet and one is black and indigo with fine vines.
"Well…? I better put her in the cage." Luanne whispered as she eyed on Marik. Carissa helped opened her cage and in the parrot goes.
"Quite a hypocrite aren't you, Luanne?" Marik still made no eye contact with Luanne as he had already decided on his tie. He placed the tie around his own neck.
"What!" Luanne shouted.
"You've judged us on keeping captives and ironically you are keeping a pet in the cage where little Marnie could be free and fly with her flock. She is an animal with feelings and hopes of liberation, but you are limiting her actions but placing her back behind bars." Marik's voice was laced with derisiveness as he tied his tie to a large framed mirror in the living room.
"She's not my pet…" Luanne sighed.
"Nor was Martin Luther King's ownership of the American his, to make a speech and he so boldly spoke the truth. He spoke the words of conviction regarding slavery of race…" Marik attested her. Marik recited the last stanza of the speech. "And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics…"
"Do you even know what you're talking about? I'm sure Lady Fendi won't appreciate liberating her pet like that. If so you should" Luanne smiled with a cynically.
"You should free every pet and people, for a pet is like a slave. They don't get paid for being cute, fluffy or feathery…" Marik smirked.
Suddenly a loud boy screamed, "Master Marik! I CAN'T DO MY TIE WITH ONE HAND!" Bryn stormed down. Bryn was also holding his acoustic guitar in his other hand.
"Why are you holding a guitar and tying a tie?!" Marik growled.
"Because… I'm writing something special for Gi— I mean Lu— I mean YOU!" Luanne and Carissa burst out laughing. Bryn wasn't good at concealing his surprise, even to his girlfriend.
"Why do I get a bouquet of Lavenders as your Valentines?" Marik rolled his eyes.
"YES AND LOTS OF CARISSA'S CUPCAKES AND PEARLS WITH KAWAII STUFF AND WITH HER LOLITA AND OH SH— I JUST DID A VERBAL DIARRHOEA!" Marik had finally made Bryn admit true love for Carissa in verbal diarrhoea.
"You'd be damned if it was my official meeting…" Marik hissed.
"Chill out Master Marik…" Bryn glared at Marik.
"Learn to control your tongue like Luanne!" Marik countered but with a smirk. As he finished Bryn's tie, he straightened up his collar.
The Limousine was all Luanne least expected. She had nothing fancy to wear. Just smart casual. Marik and Bryn were wearing their suit and ties and as for Carissa, she wore a vintage laced up dress in gold. Luanne's smart casual was just a button-up yellow shirt and business attire in grey. Marik was sitting alone in the corner at the back end. Luanne sat with Carissa in front while Bryn was sitting with his relatives chatting away.
Marik glanced at Luanne as her cheerful self-reminded him of Ishizu. She often would chat and smile unceasingly. She was like Eliza Bennet from 'The Pride and the Prejudice'. Perhaps less feisty but her thoughts were still a mystery.
"LU! COME TO SALSA DANCING TODAY!" Bryn yelled.
"Huh? Am I dancing alone?" Luanne asked.
"Damn! Maybe Rory, the guy we met earlier but Gissi and are going together." Bryn was lost.
"Maybe I can come along." Uncle Javier said.
Bryn and Luanne looked at each other. "NAH!" They said together.
"I guess I'll just watch from the side or pretend I have a partner to dance with…" Luanne sighed.
The Limousine was right in front of the restaurant. From the back, Marik growled and opened the door immediately. He hated crowds as well as Bryn's undivided attention to others. He dusted and straightened his suit. He was holding his Millennium Rod with his iPhone together in his right hand. Bryn came out next with Carissa followed by Bryn's Auntie and Uncle.
Luanne was having trouble unbuckling her seat belt so Bryn asked, "Oh Lu, do you need help?"
"No… I'm Okay…" As she realised it wasn't going to release, Bryn climbed in but Marik tapped his shoulder.
"Pastel Venus want you…" Marik pointed back at Carissa.
Then Bryn bumped his head on the door ledge. "Ouch!" Marik chuckled and went in to see what was Luanne's dilemma.
"You're no fun… this is how you take off your seatbelt… here." The Egyptian Teen glared at her.
"Thank! I now know how to take off my seatbelt!" Luanne said sarcastically.
"You know it's such a simple task, even a two—" Marik mocked her. There was a really strong spring that doesn't allow one to press the seatbelt, that was probably why Luanne struggled.
Luanne decided against any comeback but instead smiled. "You know if I had a two-year-old niece, I would tell her that." Luanne patted Marik's shoulder playfully. As Marik allowed her to leave the car first, and then he slammed the door. Marik offered her arm to Lady Fendi as Javier honoured his status is not highly regarded as a criminal.
Javier looked a little down so Bryn, Carissa and Luanne walked with him. Bryn understood that Marik only cares about his status in the criminal world. His Aunty was his Master's reliable source of guidance as a criminal duo that Madrid alone were fearful of.
"My dearest Rare Hunter Bryn would know…" Luanne heard Marik from afar. The door opened for them.
As they found a table, long enough for all six, Marik sat on one the dominant end. Bryn and Carissa sat on either side of him. Lady Fendi sat opposite to show her importance with Marik. He husband sat with her and so did Luanne. Luanne saw Marik using his Millennium Rod on a waiter to write all he wanted to order without anyone deciding. Both Lady Fendi and Javier went to check a local casino, which they would be back for.
"I wanted Soft tacos, Master Marik…" Bryn frowned. Marik smirked hoping to annoy Bryn further.
Another waiter passed by so she grabbed his attention. Luanne sighed and pointed to soft tacos to another waiter as she stood up. Marik gritted his teeth but he did not take action.
"So one soft taco with beans, only for this table?" The waiter said.
"Indeed, just that for a separate bill then." The waiter said.
"Síe." Luanne simply replied. Bryn was confused as to why Luanne did so.
Luanne decided not to sit back down so she went to the bathroom. This time Marik was not pleased with her shady exit. She realised her make up was too blotchy. She felt the pang of Marik's unkindness to Bryn; after all, he had done for him.
"Master Marik loves ruining lives, Bryn…" She glanced as though she had told Bryn the truth. "You should run from him. Work or study in a healthy environment where you can grow." She kept on dabbing her skin.
She reapplied her foundation and a strange woman entered. Bringing her phone out, she texted Eohan.
Luanne: "I'm fine, I'm in Madrid now but could you search the organisation 'Kenosha', 'Valkyria Mages' and 'Rare Hunters'? They are organisations I'm covering my news on. Also 'Mother Verda' and 'Trifolium'… note them and search for any leads…. Lu".
She should not have texted him but she needed to help the captives out. The notions of betrayal have set on her and she felt the pangs of the possibility of betraying Bryn. Marik, the contract holder… not so much…"
Her phone beeped and Eohan replied,
Eohan:"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THEY ARE TOP CRIMINALS!" Why are you with the Rare Hunters anyways? They've been robbing the world of their cards and money for the past half decade!"
Luanne: "How'd you know?"
Eohan: "Reshma's brother was confronted by their Leader and he was shattered. He had a tall Scarred- face man and a little boy with him at that time of the tournament and they eliminated him. Forced him to his knees and humiliated him!"
Luanne: "This will mean we need to find Reshma to testify. How about Bianca Hill?"
Eohan: "I don't know, just be safe okay? I can only suspect they are accumulating political power. Anyway, I wished you'd tell me this earlier. Your brother disappeared by the way. Your family is trying to find both of you and even Nubit. Other than that, please get out of there, report any suspicious activity and so on."
Luanne: "Okay I'll try.
Luanne packed her handbag with her makeup and went back to the table. With great timing, the waiter set the table. She took the soft tacos as Marik glared daggers at her. She placed the plate in front of Bryn. All three were surprised. Bryn on the other hand beamed.
"Whoa! Thanks, Luanne!" Bryn turned to Marik awkwardly.
"I think you should know, you are paying for everything, Luanne," Marik smirked as he tapped his fingers on the table. So Bryn gave his half to Luanne.
"Master, you should really stop being a mean… I will pay for some. Let's have bygones be bygones!" Bryn smiled sweetly at Marik.
Marik stood up and went to the back of Luanne, "If you are making a drama out of this, I hope you know that you better watch your back." He whispered. "This New Years day may be your last…"
Luanne sighed, "Look, if you do proceed to be threatening, I was only offering a simple favour to Bryn. This also means you should consider being less authoritarian about every situation."
Bryn who was sitting next to Luanne roughly knew what they were talking about. "Sir, kindness is appreciated, right? Equity over Equality is nicer sometimes. Loving people as though they all are heard. Caring for people by going the extra mile. Even if they don't deserve it…" Bryn stated.
"I don't want to discuss this…" The Egyptian boy frowned.
"Then why are you roasting Luanne for being kind?" Bryn pouted.
"Yeah!" Carissa agreed.
"Fine… I'll pay for everything, and don't expect anything from your increments in your paycheck Bryn." Marik growled.
Lady Fendi and Javier came back and started chowing down on their dinner. Bryn winked at Luanne as she saw the nice side of Bryn again. He was like in control of the situation.
"Luanne you have the same fragrance as me…" Lady Fendi said. "Let me guess… Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream…"
Bryn and Marik glanced at each other. Luanne pulled out her bottle of perfume from her handbag. What a coincidence! Bryn realised his Aunty was starting to like Luanne. Marik would not like it but that was a breakthrough.
"Bryn… could you access, Luanne's phone?" Marik whispered; as he now possesses the urge to blackmail her.
Carissa shook her head, slightly so that Luanne is safe from privacy hacking. They knew Marik doesn't take defeat or kindness well and this is one example. Suddenly Marik growled as he grabbed Bryn by the arm and out of the restaurant they went.
Luanne glanced back from the corner of her eyes to see both of them leave. They finished their meal fast and Javier paid for them. As Luanne did offer to pay, Javier insisted that she was Bryn's friend so the meal is on him.
Marik leaned against the wall as he watched Bryn access hacking. He was cornered, making sure he does his job. Bryn was trembling as his Master was pissed. Bryn giggled and then laughed.
"What's so funny?" Marik glared at him.
"That was a hilarious verbal food fight, Master Marik…"
"All because of that taco. I am not impressed… Brynny."
"Hmm Master, do you know that this girl has spyware protection on her cell phone as well as her laptop…?" Bryn showed Marik the severed connection.
"Then find a way to break it!" Marik said urgently.
"Oh, Come on! Just let it go!" Bryn yelled.
"NO!" Marik yelled with more authority. Bryn gave Marik his phone, "You figure it out, sir… at least she knows how to eat tacos with me." Bryn walked pass Marik but Marik held his Millennium Rod at him. He stilled as the magical aura surging in his mind commanded him.
"You may be an Elite, but it doesn't exempt you from doing your task for me." Marik looked at Bryn's phone. It was a photo of Marik and Bryn when they were younger. They were at the Bjork concert three years ago as his wallpaper.
He held it to Bryn closely; they had so much in common. "Your life belongs to me, as such you are the closest to a little brother. Lady Fendi was like my real mother, Odion my older brother and I am your older brother."
Bryn checked the time on his phone and the time to go to Salsa went over time. He realised he could still speak. "Hey, Master Marik… big braaaah…" Marik released him.
"I'll do it but you have to refrain from harming her until the time is right." Bryn was referring to other tasks.
Marik smiled with acceptance and hugged the younger Rare Hunter. "That's right, you are my most reliable Rare Hunter." He smirked. "Soon they all will bow before me!"
"Who? The dancers?" Bryn asked.
"Yes even them… Anyway, regarding our undercover, you are doing well with being concerned with Luanne." Marik simpered.
"Well, that's because I am…" Marik stroked his Rare Hunters hair. Bryn sighed.
"There will be a meeting with our Spanish branch tomorrow, be home early…" Marik, the Leader of the Rare Hunters being all concern about Bryn's welfare.
"Why on earth would I stay out, I mean if I could I would get my Kage Bunshin No Jutsu and you wouldn't even notice the real me." Bryn referred to Naruto.
"Naruto is just an anime and I'm not interested in anime. I only like that Purple snake androgynous guy, what is his name again?" Marik rolled his eyes.
"Orochimaru, Sir…"
"Yeah… whatever…" Marik grinned.
Marik's gold earring distracted Bryn as he did so. The Leader knows how to get his way with his servants. All of them, Bryn knew he'd stepped over the persuasive line. Taking down a politician's daughter is far too irresistible for Marik. The two teens were quiet for a while. The four accompaniments walked out of the restaurant and Marik and Bryn noticed them. Luanne averted her eyes from Marik.
"Lu- peewee! Gissiiii! Time to Salsa!" Bryn grabbed Carissa hand and Luanne's hand and the cab came. Marik stood by Lady Fendi to bid the three teens farewell for now.
Luanne thought Marik was joining them but she was wrong. The three entered the car and Marik shut the door. As the cab drove off, Bryn was just focused on Carissa and making out with her, whereas Luanne sat in front in awkward silence.
The scandalous night pivoted to Marik's favour as he had finally driven the political figure of Madrid in utter madness. Lady Fendi was impressed that Marik achieved all information just with the golden knout of his. Marik strutted proudly and tall around their victim like a vulture that is ready to surveil on the victim. Both of them were eager to dispose of him until Lady Fendi shook her head.
"I know I am soft for a criminal but you must allow this man to live." She compassionately picked his chair up. One thing Marik was taught was some of the Kenosha members give mercy to victims and treat them for health while they continue obtaining the main objective. "You have plenty of time to destroy your final prey, Marik. Believe me…"
Marik sighed, "I know, this is such a petty human… but I have no interest in wasting my energy on this geezer."
"I would have given all my attention to Bryn if you did not demand such a high crime. As for your meeting tomorrow, be sure you are strict with any failures." The 'Mother Verda' encouraged Marik.
"That will never change, I will have my way with them…" Marik smirked.
"What would you change for Luanne? I can teach that girl many things." She asked.
Marik remembered Luanne's terrible singing at the gym. "Her singing skills…" Marik almost gagged as he remembered hearing her serenading. "Even Bryn agreed that she was a terrible singer!"
"Absolutely, I will see what I can do." She smiled.
"I'm still waiting for the right moment to strip her father's position from him…" Marik mused darkly.
"Before you do that, do you know her enough to commit such crime? You see, I know your position as a Rare Hunter and for me to cause harm is easier. Giving a woman with high privileged more privilege will only prolong plot stagnancy. She doesn't need to follow you or Bryn but you allowed her to know our your dirty little secret." She criticized Marik.
They both walked out to the manor again. Marik checked the time and it was 11:20 pm. Marik growled, "AND YOUR NEPHEW ISN'T BACK YET!" Marik yelled.
He used his Millennium Rod to check what Bryn was up to. They were chatting in a cab on the way home. Bryn was chilling with Carissa but Luanne was napping. It seemed as though they have finished their class but they are stalling. Lady Fendi went upstairs and left Marik in dealing with her nephew. Marik decided to sit in the single seated lounge. As he did, he waited for the three to enter.
Bryn. Carissa and Luanne finally entered the manor and they all saw Marik's unamused look. He is about to roast them for breaching the curfew. Luanne bumped into the two, totally unaware of Marik's demeanour.
"BRYN WHAT TAKES YOU SO LONG?!" Marik boomed.
Soon all three were finally awoken from their half sleepy state. Luanne was the first to bow and gave Marik a piece of invitation. "New Year is approaching, all four of us should do something!" She grabbed Carissa's hand and left Bryn to Marik.
Marik opened the envelope and there was an invitation from the matador place they went earlier. This girl, what is she thinking? She was being nice to Bryn and now him. The event is the night on the Eve, but he scrunched the paper. "Why should I attend your event…?"
"Because we wrote it together Master Marik, please come!" Bryn cried. Was Bryn upset? Marik had to know. He looked down and saw a smirk in Bryn's façade voice.
"Why, is this your plan of ploy?" Marik glanced at him only to see Bryn pout.
"Dance class was boring for Lu but as for Gissi and I, we were partying like mad! Like we owned the floor!" Marik straightened the paper again.
"Plan B, what if I dance with Luanne?" Marik smirked.
"Rory dude wasn't there to dance with her. Nor was anyone. She just danced alone. She looked…"
"Foolish" Marik joined in, "Foolish", Bryn finished.
"I have so much on my plate little Brynny, all will work out fine…" Marik directed Bryn to look at him. "Meeting, all of which you and I need to instruct the ungrateful underlings to infiltrate the government bodies. We will also need to be undercover. Luanne is also coming as she would know more than us about Spain." Marik knew Lady Fendi had the best costumes for undercover. She was one of the wickedest women poisoning politicians, assassinating them and leaving no evidence of it.
"Marik Ishtar the infamous Leader of the Rare Hunters scolded me for wanting soft tacos…" Bryn joked.
"Bryn Wesley Harkin the terrifying Trifolium danced Salsa and came home late…" Marik joked; they knew each other too well. Marik side hugged him. "I am making 'Mother Verda' teach Luanne to sing.
"LuLu pee wee…? Sing? AHAHAHA! Let's see how that goes!" Bryn giggled uncontrollably. They both chatted, not that Marik needed sleep he just wants to see the Rare Hunter he grew up with spend a bit more time with him. The boy was his prized friend and he will not lose him.
The dawn was slowly approaching and Luanne couldn't stop thinking about Eohan's warning. Luanne panicked, as this was the only chance to leave. Could it be that Marik is plotting something against her? Wati is missing, from her home, she knew that but she wanted Odion to take care of him. For her family, she should use her phone less. There were numerous times where most of her concerns about politics overtook her. That was probably what Marik meant by caring for the world more than herself.
She could hear Marnie singing 'The Ketchup Song' loudly. She groaned as this was the worse time to wake up. At 4 am, she could have a memorable dream where she dances with Eohan or Rory. She didn't mind Bryn but he is too young for her.
Marnie was cackling in her song, it mirrored Marik's insanity. She smiled slightly; surprisingly she found a pen and her notebook. She decided to draw the jerk being chased by bulls. It was hilarious and this led her to think further. She will be riding the bull like the dominant female. She has an inner Femi-Nazi thought inside of her. She shook her head; she is not the new wave of feminism. She is the traditional feminist. She just wants to be eligible to vote and work. As she got up, she really loves Marnie but she will go to the bathroom first.
She ran her hand to the sink and the icy water reminded her of the first winter in Albania with her family. Then she remembered the man in the courtyard. She undid her pyjamas and wore a pink polo shirt and light blue shorts. Remembering the steps of the Salsa, the dancing solo wasn't at all hard.
She opened the door, feeling as though she was a ninja on a prowl of assassination. She opened the door and coast was clear. She could do well with breakfast and exercise. She went downstairs and Marnie was asleep again. Except Marik was doing his reading with a facial mask on. He was an effeminate man but at the same time pretty masculine.
She slowly crept back up to find her sun hat. 'Boys with a cautious self-awareness must be narcissistic enough to run a whole country.' Luanne went back to her room. She has to look more feminine than him! She gritted her teeth, that weird boss of hers is either gender confused or he just likes beauty.
Luanne tiptoed and finally Marnie squawked, "Lu Lu Pee Wee can't sing, AHAHA!"
Luanne blushed, and Marik smirked as he was reading 'Mussolini's Intellectuals', by James Gregory. However, he also had a headphone on. He was wearing nothing but a towel and Bryn was sleeping on one of the couches. He noticed Luanne walking down with a glass of Belvedere. He had candlelight on the table and Bryn's guitar with him.
"You don't sleep at all?" Luanne asked.
"I've got work to do… you, on the other hand, need to listen to this." Marik took off the headphone and Luanne timidly accepted it.
"Why?" Luanne queried.
"Like I said, it is nothing about your religion I assure you." Marik glanced at Luanne.
"Bridge Over Troubled Water, it's Simon and Garfunkel, right?" Luanne smiled.
"It's a nice classical ballad for personal and interpersonal hurt," Marik explained. He pulled a chair for her. When the song ended, she then returned the headphone.
"So you and Bryn think I can't sing?" She frowned.
Marik chuckled; correcting her was going to be amusing. "Bryn has a sharp ear, my dear… he can't stand the slightest off tune or shouts."
"Oh…" Luanne looked disappointed.
"'Mother Verda' will assist you." Marik leaned forward and his Millennium Rod accidentally fell out off his lap.
Luanne raised a brow; okay she didn't expect a whole bunch of teenage acquaintances to openly correct her. "While I was in the Solarium, I experienced your wailing as though you were in in hell and I was in hellfire…" Marik sourly.
"I like my singing, T. Y. V. M! So, oh I didn't realise I have this in my pocket…" Luanne reached forward and as Marik was about to bend for him Millennium Rod, both their heads collided. She dropped her Hamsa bracelet and soon they both reached for the opposite object.
Meanwhile, nothing happened and Marik quickly grabbed his Millennium Rod off of her and he returned her bracelet. "Dude why are you so worked up about me touching this instrument?" Then Marnie went berserk as the thunder suddenly struck a tree.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SQUACK!" Even the African Grey could sense the disturbance in the atmosphere. It started to pour outside. As soon as it happened they both fell unconscious.
Marik's soul felt light felt light as a feather and suddenly a force centrally had swung him out of his body. He felt slightly warmer than he previously. He opened his eyes and something white like a brimmed hat was on his head. He took his hat off and realised another colour of hair was much more fiery and bouncier. He was also holding the hamsa bracelet and then he saw two mountains set in front of him. His body wakes up too and he realised they have: Body Swapped!
His body controlled by the other identity cover his nipples with the book that he was reading. "Marik…?" His body said effeminately. He frowned and as he felt earring free. He was about to get his rod and there was a smaller tanned hand.
"Lu— Luanne?" his voice was feminine. His body panicked and went to the mirror and she screamed inside his body. "AAAAGH!"
He saw his scarification from six years ago. Marik in Luanne's body walked up to her and covered her mouth. He took his own hands and ran dragged his body upstairs. He shut the door and found Bryn's robe and his own skintight black jean. That was enough to cover whatever. He was shorter now trying to pull the violet material over his own head. She was still panicking in his body so he slapped his own cheek.
"H—HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! MARIK!" The former body was going crazy.
"Calm down…" Marik tried to stay calm but he was slightly worried as well. He is in a female's body. He looked into the mirror in her room and Luanne looked more masculine and cold.
"I AM CALM!" Luanne averted her eyes to confirm that she is in Marik's body.
Marik in her body hugged his own body. Well, technically Luanne. "Remember what we listened to just then Lu?" It felt as though Luanne was talking to herself with his voice of reasoning.
"I DON'T CARE! SWITCH US BACK!" Luanne was about to cry but with his face.
"I CAN'T!" Marik yelled. "Look… you are me and I am you, and it must be a mistake. My Millennium Rod should have sent you to the Shadow Realm but it didn't… so I need to figure out how to switch us back." Marik looked at his reflection as the teenage girl and surveyed her toned figure. He smirked with her lips and chuckled.
"I look terrible with your express—" Luanne tried to say it but her hand controlled by Marik covered it.
"Until I figure out how this happened, promise me to keep it a secret," Marik said assertively as her. "Especially my Rare Hunters and 'Mother Verda! Wipe that churlish expression off my face!" He snapped with her voice.
"You have a meeting and I have Salsa dancing!" Luanne was shocked. Her masculine body was tall enough to see that she has now a platinum blond hair.
"This makes controlling your body easier though…" He chuckled at Luanne's voice.
"How could you joke at a time like this?!" Luanne said in his voice. She watched herself frown and hand on her hips.
Marik picked both items up. "Girl… we just have to work together now…" He walked over to the bag he remembered that contains a counterfeit Millennium Rod. It was wrapped in bubble wrap.
"I can't be you… I'm not a criminal like you… I don't know how to run your organisation and so on…" Marik saw his kohl running from his own eyes. He sighed in her tone. He grabbed some Kleenex tissues to wipe his tears.
"I look horrendous crying…" He said sourly commented.
He took his own bag of his own cosmetics to Luanne. "As long as we are each other… we must still carry out our own essential activity." Marik said calmly.
He saw himself nodding. Luanne then in his body looked at the jewellery he has on. He could tell it was heavy for her. "Don't you dare, think about taking them off!" He hissed. He marked the fake Millennium Rod with a pocketknife. It was now hers to hold. He adjusted his bra, as he was not used to the constriction of his now feminine body.
"How do you girls wear this?" He groaned. He realised he now has a pussy. He stared at it hungrily and averted her eyes away.
Luanne in his body placed his hand on his chest queerly. "Hold on! Don't you dare, act all girly, with my body!" Marik corrected Luanne.
"What?" Luanne looked offended in his body. Marik walked over to Luanne and held his shoulder.
"Straighten your posture… I think naturally I have a fist… so my fingers are pretty relaxed." Marik said to his own body. "Could I learn your feminine gesture too?" Marik suggested in Luanne's voice.
Luanne nodded. "Okay be soft with your expression. Like "Oh really?" She placed Marik's hand out perkily tilting his head. Marik glanced in the mirror.
"Oh really?" Marik tried but he realised he looked ridiculously sarcastic. He ended up looking like a brute girl.
Luanne did not say a thing as she tried not to laugh. She covered Marik's hand with his mouth and started giggling in a male's voice. Marik did not look amused in her body.
"Sor— I mean— oh— Sorry…" Luanne laughed in Marik's voice.
"Look everyone will wake up soon and if we don't get the basics right, I swear I will literally haunt you on your deathbed… Luanne" He said darkly in her voice. Later he was surprised that it sounded pretty awesome in her voice. "We should get each other's name well first… 'Marik!" Marik pointed to his own body.
She slowly responded, yes 'Luanne'?
"No, say it less eloquently, girl!" Marik shook her head.
"Yes… my… uh dear… uh 'Lu- Luanne'?" Luanne looked confused in his vessel.
"You make me sound like a broken record, fool!" Marik shook his head. "Yes, my dear 'Luanne'! I don't stumble with speech impairment and nor should you!" He stamped on her feet.
"Uh… I can't, I mean I remembered you held my bracelet and I touched your artefact and then we switched. Perhaps there is an expla—" Marik watched the girl whine in his body and he rolled his eyes exaggeratingly.
"'Marik', just stop, you're squabbling like a mad piglet that is about to be slaughtered! This is the bracelet that protects you from the power of the Evil Eye."
"I know that!" 'Marik' finally mimicked Marik successfully.
"Just add an insult like, 'you fool! Then you will make a successfully me." 'Luanne' instructed Luanne. Quite nonchalantly, "Just pre—" He watches his body waddle.
"I-I uh…Think…your manhood is signalling an urgent desire to 'hose a garden'… SHIT!" Marik watched his own body controlled by Luanne struggle to the bathroom. Marik understood so he followed his former self to the lavatory.
Luanne shook her head, "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOW ME?" 'Marik' screamed.
"Showing you how to control the phallus of mine." 'Luanne' said naturally. "You need to look down at it at some point, girl!"
Luanne opened 'Marik's eyes and saw a large organ tensing. Marik in Luanne's body grabbed his own hand and started massaging it steadily. Luanne's moan escaped. Marik held her boner and aimed for the place.
"Now release…" Marik said as he used the girl's hand to hold his body. He rolled his eyes and watched as 'Marik' wheezed.
"Marik, I need you to teach me how to aim…" 'Marik' said nervously.
"I am, just make sure you have the seat up and that it remains hygienic. I have a rough idea how to control this vagina of yours." He smirked in her form.
"MARIK!" Luanne yelled in his voice.
"Sorry… but that is my body… I will respect your body too…" Marik grabbed a roll of toilet paper and wiped his own manhood. "Now pull the pants up and uh… wash your hands." Marik smirked.
Luanne did so, secretly admiring his toned tan abs and the leanness of his hips. What is she thinking? She zipped up the tight black carefully not to clip his trunk and his foreskin.
Marik wasn't used to the female body so when he took off her shorts, he blushed and so did she while she was washing his hands.
"Bryn must not know about this or else he thinks he could slack off or freak out!" 'Luanne' said to 'Marik'.
"I remembered we bumped our heads on each other and this phenomenon happened." 'Marik' said in a girly tone. 'Luanne' smirked and bumped her head on 'Marik' as the body was squatting down.
"SWITCH!" Marik commanded…. Nothing happened. He sighed as he glanced at his real Millennium Rod and shook it. "I can control my own body…" Marik smirked. He got out of the lavatory and opened Luanne's bag.
"What are you doing?" Luanne glanced at her own body. She has a lot to get used to with Marik's voice.
"Apparently, your style is too boring… AH perfect! This is what I want my employees to wear. A belly showing dress!" Marik smirked at Luanne.
"No! You are not making me wear that!" Luanne dashed forward as the long legs are like stilts. She snatched it off Marik show is not at all amused. Suddenly he smirked at her face.
"Then again, you know that we are going to Barcelona for a short trip? My meeting could be jeopardised once my Rare Hunters discover that you are not who you really are with this body. I could let them rape this body and you will lose your virginity." He watched his own body give her dress back to him.
"You won't do that, would you? If you do, I will use your body to turn myself in…" Luanne said coldly in Marik's body.
"Now that's double standard… wanting my reputation as the Leader flank is the same as my desire to make your family burn before your eyes." Marik slowly took off Luanne's pink polo shirt. He looked in the bag for a loose tank top. "You'll be wearing this at the meeting Luanne." He threw the top to his body. He saw his body catch the shirt and have taken off Bryn's robe.
"Oh, the black dress you were meant to wear!" Luanne watched her body strip of had swiftly zipped it up without any struggles.
"I hate that dress!" Marik heard Luanne say in his voice. He smirked as he pushed her boobs to the front, forming a sweet cleavage in the middle of her chest.
"Well too bad, you will be my little tramp for the day…" Luanne heard Marik say in her voice. She rolled her eyes. She grabbed a brush and started combing Marik's hair.
"Not to mention… you'll have singing lessons with Lady Fendi you have set up for me!" Luanne started to laugh hard as she tossed the blond locks of Marik's.
"At least I will be in tune…" She heard him say in her body. There was a knock on the door as Bryn found his robe on the nearby chair.
"Hey Master Marik, your towel is in the wash." Bryn approached Luanne who is in Marik's body. "Also my phone… froze. " He whispered.
Marik who is in Luanne's body was trying to catch what Bryn was saying. He tried to smile like Luanne but he looked a little off. He was not used to the tightness of the dress. Bryn then ignored Marik who is in Luanne's body but then realised the dress was a practical joke as Bianca and him bought on one of their missions.
Bryn made his way out, "And Master Marik…"
Both of them said responded simultaneously. Marik with Luanne's body said, "Yes little Bryn." And Luanne in Marik's body said, "What?"
Bryn grinned as he felt something odd was happening to the two of them. "Carissa and I will call Rory to the dance class so that Luanne gets to dance!" Marik emulated a smirk in Luanne's body, whereas the poor Luanne found this as a preposterous idea.
Luanne did like Rory's sweetness in the class. At times he would help her dance, she is stuck inside Marik's body. Marik in Luanne's vessel sat on a scarlet chair with his leg spread. "Excellent, Bryn… I mean…" He quickly shut his legs, "That is exquisite news!" Marik corrected his mannerism in Luanne's posture in a more ladylike manner with a feigned smile.
Bryn just said, "Yipee!" and left. Luanne with Marik's body saw the doodle a while ago of Marik being chased by a Matador quickly hid it. Then Marik in Luanne's body cornered her. He snatched it off his own hands ironically and smirked. Like a dominatrix, Marik held the paper and chuckled with her voice.
"Oh, now I'm the woman chasing you…" Marik laughed in Luanne's bittersweet voice. As Luanne in Marik's body blushed with embarrassment. His tears conjured from Luanne's spirit were filled with tears pouring like a river.
And so the adventure of Marik as Luanne and Luanne as Marik began. What will happen for the two to figure out how to switch back? Luanne could feel her blood boil but she was in his body.
