Disclaimer: Don't own YuGiOh. I do own a pair of extremely uncomfortable pair of three-inch stilettos I get to dance in. On a tall platform. And stairs.


Friday, June 4, 2004

Morning

I don't want to go to school.

It's not that I don't like school, or that I don't have any friends. Because I do. Like it, I mean. And have friends. I have a lot of good friends.

But today, I'm tired. I stayed up late watching a movie with my brother and sister, since we had to wait for Father to go to sleep to watch it. So I didn't get as much sleep as I'm used to.

I just want to go back to sleep and start the weekend early. I have a big weekend planned. School gets out next week, so my big sister Ishizu promised to take me shopping for new clothes, and then we and our brother Rishid are going to the water park. I'm so excited!

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I don't want to get up just yet. I wonder if Ishizu will let me buy a new swimsuit before we go to the water park. Mine is getting old, there's a tear at the bottom. If she doesn't buy me a new one, Rishid will. Rishid is old and has his own job and everything, and he never says no to me when I ask him for anything. It makes me sad that he says he's going to move out soon, but he's twenty-one, ten years older than me, so I guess-

"Marik, what are you still doing it bed?" Ishizu opens my door without knocking. I groan.

"I'm tired, Ishizu."

"Oh, come on, Marik." She walks into my room, grabbing my covers and pulling them down. Suddenly I'm cold. I curl up in a ball and close my eyes. "Marik. You only have three more days of school left, then you can sleep in everyday."

"But I want to sleep in now." I sit up and cross my arms. Ishizu gets up and turns towards the door.

"Sorry, honey. I'm making banana bread for breakfast, if that entices you."

I don't know what 'entices' means, and I want to ask her, but then the word 'banana bread' gets through my head and and I jump out of bed.

"I'm up!" I say. Ishizu smiles.

It doesn't take me that long to get ready in the morning, probably because I don't shower. Part of me kinda wants to start showering in the morning; I feel sweaty and gross when I wake up. I've also started to notice hair growing on my legs and under my arms. Rishid and Father both have hair growing there too, but they don't bother to do anything with it. I don't like it. It feels prickly against my skin. Ishizu has leg hair too, but she shaves it off; I've seen her do it. I wonder if I can just shave my legs and under my arms too. I'll have to ask Rishid. It might be a girl thing.

I brush my hair and put on my gold armband, my favorite accessory, before putting on my school uniform and running down the stairs. Ishizu was telling the truth, she did make banana bread. She cuts me a thick slice and slathers on some butter before placing it on the table. I pour a glass of pomegranate juice for both of us. We're the only ones in the kitchen, since Father isn't up yet and Rishid is probably out working on the car that keeps breaking down. Ishizu and I are quiet, since we want to avoid waking Father up.

Father's been like this since we moved to America a few years ago. He sleeps most of the day and stays up all night drinking. His drinking scares me. His talking gets all jumbled up and he hits us. At least he hits Rishid and me. He usually leaves Ishizu alone.

Then it's time to walk to the bus stop. I put my dirty dish in the sink and go over to slip my shoes on. Ishizu smiles at me. "Have a good day at school, Mar-"

"DAMMIT, YOU KIDS, SHUT THE HELL UP!" Ishizu cringes as Father's door opens and he yells down the hall at us. "SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

He slams the door. I walk over and hug Ishizu quickly before grabbing my backpack and running out the door; I think it makes her feel better.

Rishid is outside, under the hood of the car that's parked on the street. He straightens up when I come out, giving me a smile. I'm Rishid's favorite sibling, and he's mine. Don't get me wrong, we both love Ishizu, but she's a girl, and that's different.

"Did Father yell at you?" I nod, and Rishid turns back to his work. "Don't let him upset you. Just go have a good day at school."

"I know, I will." I say. I think about asking Rishid about my leg hair, but he tends to go into long explanations when I ask him questions like this, so I decide to wait until I get home from school to ask.

I look up the hill and see a few of my friends at the bus stop. Yugi and Joey are comparing trading cards they probably got from Yugi's grandfather. Tristan and Duke are talking to Joey's sister Serenity, and I don't see Téa yet. I say goodbye to Rishid and start walking up the hill.

Yugi sees me and waves before turning back to the cards. I smile and grab a pinecone that is lying on the ground, playing with it as I walk up the hill. It's kinda sticky, so I toss it back onto the grass.

I faintly hear a car coming up in back of me. Up by the bus stop, Téa finally arrives and starts talking to Yugi. The car slows down next to me. I feel like this is odd, like it shouldn't be happening. But I brush it off. They're probably just asking for directions. But why didn't they stop for Rishid, who would know better than me? So many questions run through my mind.

The car stops, and so do I. I turn towards the car. It's white and has tinted windows; the one closest to me rolls down. I step forward, thinking the person inside is going to ask me a question. I see Rishid out of the corner of my eye, standing up straight, eyes trained on me. My friends have noticed too, and are watching while they talk.

Suddenly, there's pain. I'm on the ground, staring up at the blue, blue sky. My muscles feel alive, tingling and jumping around. I open my mouth to call for help, but nothing happens. I can't move.

The door opens. Someone grabs my arm and starts pulling, and I'm inside, inside the backseat of the car. I can hear Rishid yelling. I want to yell back. I still can't move.

The door closes. I want to scream. I'm so scared, so scared…

"Shh. It's okay, it's okay." A voice comes from somewhere above me. It's a boy. He has an accent, I think it's British. A loud bang from the back of the car makes me jump. The car lurches forward. A cool hand presses down on my forehead. "We're not going to hurt you. You're going to be fine."

"Bakura, do what I told you to do. Now!"

I don't know either of these people. I don't recognize the second voice, and he has no accent. We're moving, the second voice is driving. My hands get shoved in back. 'Bakura' whispers to me as he ties them together. "I'm sorry…"

A blanket is thrown over me. I twist, wanting it off me. I can't breathe! It's so dark too, I can't see anything…

"Put your seatbelt on, you little piece of shit. I'm not going easy on you if we get into an accident and you get hurt, and I'm certainly not taking you to a hospital."

Why wouldn't he take Bakura to a hospital? And what does he mean by 'going easy on him?' Did this kid do something wrong, and he's going to get punished for it? Who is this man?

"Sorry, sorry." The boy sighs and the weight on top of me disappears. I try to roll over, but something hits the middle of my back, pinning me in place. I hear the click of Bakura's seatbelt. "He's frightened out of his mind, Mariku. Can't I just-"

"You do what I brought you here to do and only what I brought you here to do, or I'll beat you with a bat and lock you up for a week with no food. Got it?"

"Got it." Bakura is quiet. We drive in silence for a while. I want to speak, I want to ask what is going on, but my mouth won't move. I'm scared. I want to go home.

After a while I start to hear a some honking, and I realize we must have driven into the city. I'll try to remember this. When someone tries to come find me I'll tell them we went to the city. I don't know if this man is actually taking me someplace in the city, but I really hope so. I want this ride to be over.

A few more minutes of driving, and the man driving slams on the brakes. "Crap, Bakura, get down! Cop car!"

There's a click and suddenly Bakura is lying down flat on top of me. He doesn't weigh all that much, I realize that he must be around my age. What is he doing with this man? What am I doing with them?

It feels like a couple hours pass before the man driving sighs in relief and Bakura gets back up. My head is full of questions, questions I'm really scared I'll never get to ask.

"Mariku, you know it's been-"

"I don't care how long it's been, I'm not going to take the chance someone's going to recognize you and take you away from me!"

Bakura doesn't say anything else. I try to turn and look up at him, but then Bakura's heel is pressing down on my back again. I stay still.

I want to scream, I want them to answer the questions that are bouncing around my head. Who is this man? Who is Bakura, and why is he with the man? Why would someone want to take him away? What do they want with me?

What is going on?


I know it probably seems like Marik and Bakura are both really out of character. And I sorta agree. I haven't seen every episode of YuGiOh, so feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong.

With Marik, I was thinking back to his flashback episodes before he killed his father. He's so innocent! That's kinda what I wanted to highlight here. Even though he's been abused by his father all throughout his life, Marik is still a happy, loving child. Then his perception of the world is cracked and his entire being shifts practically overnight. We'll be exploring that soon.

Bakura? Geeze, I don't know. I never really understood the thought process behind his character. He's literally been to hell and back, (murder of his family and burning of his village, all at a very young age) and he sacrifices and suffers for centuries in the hopes that he can avenge them. He's not a senseless villain, just wanting to cause mayhem or wanting revenge for something trivial or unavoidable. No, he's no hero, but he didn't deserve to just be shoved into the Classic Villain position that needed filling and get crushed by the 'Hero', who, frankly, had no concept of suffering and made no attempt to really think about his choices and had no real dilemmas.

Alright, now that we're done with my character analysis of Bakura...And Atem. Again, I haven't seen all the episodes, and Atem is far from being my favorite character, so I don't know everything about him. So if I got anything wrong, feel free to point it out to me.

We don't see a lot of Mariku, but we shall be exploring his psychoness very soon.

Also this title is subject to change. If you have any suggestions, please let me know! Constructive criticism would be appreciated!