Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Yu-Gi-Oh GX.
Marik stood by the rain-soaked window, watching as droplets raced down the glass, mirroring the tempest of emotions swirling inside him. The rhythmic sound of the rain resonated with his heart, a constant reminder of the emptiness she had left behind. He clutched a stack of photographs in one hand—snapshots of Tea frozen in time: her radiant smile, her infectious laughter, and the warmth of her presence that now felt like a distant memory.
It had been six agonizing years since she had simply disappeared, leaving no trace, no clue as to her whereabouts. Marik still vividly recalled the last day they shared together; it had been filled with joy and laughter, a perfect afternoon that now felt painfully out of reach. What could have compelled her to walk away from everything they had built together?
The silence in the house was deafening, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy Tea had always brought. He remembered coming home that fateful day to find her belongings scattered—her favorite book, her clothes—all gone as if she had never existed. There were no goodbyes, no notes to explain her departure, just an overwhelming void where she once was and a heartache that deepened with each passing day.
Marik's mind raced with questions that had haunted him throughout the years. Did she suffer? Was she safe? Did she think of him as often as he thought of her? Each photograph he held was a testament to their love—a bond that felt unbreakable but was suddenly thrown into uncertainty.
As the rain continued its relentless descent, Marik's gaze shifted toward the horizon, searching for a glimmer of hope, a sign that perhaps one day he could be reunited with her. In that moment, his heart silently pleaded with the storm for a chance to bring his angel back home.
Six years earlier
The rain poured down in torrents. Tea walked briskly through the bustling streets of Domino City, her umbrella flapping defiantly against the storm. Cars whizzed past, their headlights cutting through the gloomy haze, while she felt a sense of urgency in the air. The sky crackled with energy, mirroring the chaos that was about to unfold.
Tea squinted against the relentless downpour, her heart racing as she sensed a chill creeping up her spine. Little did she know, two pairs of cold-blue eyes lurked in the shadows of a nearby alley, watching her every move with sinister intent.
Before she could process the unfolding threat, a shadowy figure lunged at her, muffling her scream as he clamped a hand over her mouth and yanked her into the darkness. Panic surged within her as a cloth pressed to her face, the world around her spinning into oblivion.
In a swift motion, he lifted her up and wrapped her securely in his arms, making his way toward a waiting sedan parked at the curb. Once inside the back seat, he adjusted her position so that she was cradled comfortably yet protectively against him. The driver, an imposing figure with a focused demeanor, immediately shifted the vehicle into gear and sped off into the night, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows on their faces. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension, her fate hanging in the balance as they drove in silence.
Not long after, he pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up his intense expression as he dialed a number with deliberate precision. Each ring echoed in the cramped space, underscoring the urgency of the moment.
After a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity, a sleek black car came into view, gliding smoothly up to Marik's house, its dark exterior blending with the night. A well-dressed man, clad in a sharp black suit and dark sunglasses, stepped out, exuding an air of authority. He moved swiftly toward the house, disappearing inside for a brief but tense interval.
Once inside, he meticulously gathered Tea's belongings, his movements efficient and practiced. Articles of clothing, personal items, and various trinkets were collected
with care, as if their sentimental value was understood even in the haste of their departure. Once everything was packed up and secure, he returned to the waiting sedan, and without saying a word, they were gone, leaving no trace behind except the echoes of their silent exit.
"Please, let me go! What are you doing to me?" Tea pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation as the two men restrained her and pushed her down onto the bed.
Panic surged within her as she struggled against their grip. A doctor approached, his expression impassive as he held a syringe filled with a clear liquid. With a swift motion, he injected the needle into her arm. A wave of disorientation washed over her, and her vision blurred momentarily before sharpening as the world around her came into focus, shifting her reality in an unsettling way.
Tea felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, the world around her fading into a blur of indistinct shapes and muffled sounds. Just before darkness enveloped her, a familiar voice reached her ears, but the identity of the speaker eluded her grasp, leaving only an unsettling sense of recognition. With a final blink, everything around her faded into an abyss of black.
In the sterile, brightly lit room, the doctors and a mysterious man turned their gaze towards the figure of their boss, who had just entered with an air of authority. The atmosphere grew tense as the new arrival surveyed the scene.
"Sir, we have done everything you instructed us," the doctors reported, their voice steady yet laced with urgency.
Zane stepped closer to Tea, his heart aching at the sight of her frail, pale complexion. He gently brushed a strand of her hair away from her forehead and leaned down to place a tender kiss there, a silent promise of hope amidst the uncertainty.
"I'm sorry, Tea," He quietly whispered.