Dollface awoke that night, in her bed. She glanced around for a second before getting up. She walked up to the window and watched outside, the street lights were on, some flickering a bit. The stars were high in the night sky, but some were dimmed from the street lights. She watched the bright ones sparkle in the night.
‘The bright ones, they must be proud to be bright. Showing off their beauty to the ones that are barely noticeable from down here. I wonder if…’
“Doll, you awake?”
Dollface jumped before whirling around to see Marik giving her an amused grin. He came up to her, watching her every move. Her eyes locked with his own. He reached out and caressed her cheek lightly.
“Your so beautiful when your standing in the moonlight…” He muttered to her.
A Blush grew on her face. He dropped his hand to his side and grinned.
“Marik?” She asked.
“I was just seeing if you were awake. You haven’t eaten very much today. Are you hungry?”
She never thought of that at first, now feeling her stomach twisting in hunger. “Oh, yes. You should have awoken me when-“
“Nah, Bakura wouldn’t let me. Ra, he’s like a damned mother all of a sudden..!”
Dollface giggled at Marik. She smiled brightly to him. “I take it he was never like that?”
Marik frowned to her. ‘She must not have caught on to her memories just yet…’ “No, but… You’ll see soon enough. Come.” He grinned, taking her hand and walking to the dark kitchen.
“Where’s Bakura?”
“He went out for a while, said he needed fresh air.”
Dollface sat at the small table, as Marik got her something to eat. “Here you are, Doll.”
“Thank you, Marik.” She smiled taking the plate of food he warmed up for her.
“By the way.” Marik started. “Don’t you have a real name?”
“Huh? I did. I was known as Nanashi at the orphanage.” She stated.
“Nanashi, without name.”
“Huh?” She glanced up at him. “Is that what it means?”
He nodded.
“So that doctor, he named you Dollface?”
She nodded. “Yes, and now I see why.” She self-consciously touched her scar. Marik was confused and curious at the same time. He wanted to know what happened. But, he also didn’t want to take her back to the horrifying memory.
“You know…” Dollface started, catching Marik’s attention. “I don’t like thunder storms. I don’t really enjoy the rain…”
“Some people don’t.”
“I always wondered why. Always wanted to ask the ones that hated it at the orphanage. But, they looked so miserable. So, I didn’t. But, that night. I finally understood why some people hate rain, or storms.”
Marik leaned back into his seat, watching Dollface’s features change.
“I bet your wondering how I got this scar…”
“I’ll be honest. Yes.”
“Doctor Callahan told me it was a mark to show that I was his project…” She traced it. “It’s shaped as an‘s’. Doctor Sean Callahan. That’s what his full name was.”
Marik took a glance to her scar that bore deep into her chin. It indeed looked like an‘s’. And now it made sense. He marked her. Something Marik himself would do if he was still his insane self. Like back in Egypt. His gaze carried itself up to watch her reaction in her eyes. She shone brightly with sadness, fear, and anger.
“I just hope… The Doctor didn’t promise anyone to care for me once he died.”
“Well, my dear. He’s not really dead. Like Bakura said earlier, he’s in a coma. He won’t be waking up for a while.” He smirked to her.
She shivered a bit. “I don’t know if I thanked you for-“
“Doll, you don’t have to thank us. Well, I don’t know about Bakura. It was his idea to save you.”
“But, why?”
His eyes scanned over her beautiful pale face. A serious expression growing on his own. “It’s a long story. And it’s late at night. How about we discuss this in the morning?”
Dollface nodded, and stood with her plate. She placed it in the sink to wash in the morning.
“Marik?”
Marik stood up from his seat and glanced over at the girl. “Hm?”
Her back faced him, her cheeks were growing red. “I really don’t want to sleep alone tonight…”
Marik raised a brow and watched her form shake slightly, it was evident that she was nervous.
“Don’t worry my dear.” He grinned and walked up behind her. His arms encased around her small form.
He took in her smell, and placed his head on her shoulder. He held her close as she leaned backwards into his chest. Marik raised his head catching her eyes. He drew closer to her face, as their lips touched in a rather innocent passionate kiss. Dollface’s hand found its way to the back of his head, gently gripping on to his hair. He pulled away from, as Dollface turned around in his arms. The two of them connected their lips again, Marik backing her up into the counter. He suddenly pulled away, his lips moving to her neck, kissing first and then sucking in a random spot. Dollface gasped, her cheeks reddened more from the contact. A small whimper of pleasure escaped her mouth, as her hands pulled his hair moving his head away from her neck. She kissed Marik with such force, that it surprised Marik at first.
“You… Seem familiar to me, Marik.” She admitted, after the two pulled away from each other.
He grinned. “I do?”
She grinned back to him, before kissing him again.
“Hey now!”
Marik and Dollface jumped and looked over at the kitchens entrance to find Bakura standing there with his arms crossed. “If your gonna go and make out, do it in your rooms!” He joked, grinning rather deviously.
“Oh just shut it Bakura.” Marik growled. “Come on Doll. Let’s go to bed.”
Bakura raised a brow.
“What?!” Marik growled. “She doesn’t want to be alone!”
“Whatever.”
He grinned as he watched the two leave the kitchen. Dollface quickly waved Bakura a good night before disappearing around the corner.
.:Next Day:.
“Bakura, are you sure you know how to cook?” Dollface asked, sitting on the counter watching him cook eggs and bacon.
“Yes, I know how to cook!!” He pouted to her causing a laugh to erupt from the girl.
“Well, you better keep an eye on that egg! It’s burring.”
“Nuh uh! Oh, that egg.” He flipped it over and gawked at it. “Ah sh*t! It is burnt!”
Dollface giggled again, and muttered to the albino; “Give it to Marik.”
Bakura grins to her, and pokes her nose with his index finger. “You’re a meanie!” He laughed. “But, I like the idea!”
She gave him an innocent smile. “I call that egg.”
“Hey, you can’t eat that one! It’s mine.”
“Oh fine.” She pouted.
Bakura chuckled to the girl as he placed the egg and a few strips of bacon on a plate. “Here love.” He handed her the plate. “Go sit down and eat.”
“I am sitting down, Bakura…”
He gave her a look as if saying; ‘At the table dufus!’
“Alright, alright.” She got down and walked over to the table, grabbing a fork on her way over.
Marik slowly made his way into the kitchen, sleep evident in his violet eyes.
“Hey, Bakura!” Dollface giggled. “Sleeping beauty is awake!”
Bakura snickers quietly as Marik made his way over to the table and sat down. “Ha ha, very funny.” He grumbled.
“Here you are, Marik.” Bakura walked up and placed a plate in front of Marik.
Marik glared at the egg on his plate. “It’s burnt…”
“Doll’s idea.”
“You liked it!” She argued.
Marik grinned and switched plates with Dollface. “Hey! That’s my plate!”
“Not anymore!”
“Meanie.”
Marik stuck his tongue out at her.
“Real mature, Marik.” Dollface mumbled.
“It is.” He snickered.
“Bakura, do you have any cereal?”
“Yea, there in the cupboard.”
Dollface stood and walked over and got out a box and poured some in a bowl, pouring some milk in as well. She went over and sat down in her spot again.
“So, Marik. You going to explain to me why the two of you came and rescued me?”
Bakura glanced over to Marik. “Oh, yes. I forgot about that.” Marik cleared his thoart.
“In ancient Egypt, 5000 years ago. There were three thieves.”
“Don’t you mean two? Oh, I see. That’s right.” Bakura corrected himself.
“Ahem, as I was saying. Three thieves. Thief King Touzoko-ou Bakura, Master Marik, and then there was Akira. She was captured by the Thief King and given to Master Marik.”
“Okay. How am I part of this?”
Bakura sighed. “You were Akira.”
“Huh?”
“All three of us had past lives. And so did Seto Kaiba, and Yami.”
“Yami?”
“Oh, that’s right. You haven’t met him yet.”
“Don’t forget your sister!” Bakura reminded Marik.
“Oh yea, and Ishizu. Isis was her name. Seto was Priest Seth, and Yami’s past life he was the Pharaoh.”
It finally clicked. ‘Well, Akira is the name of my new sex slave.’ She stared at Marik for a moment.
“Marik?”
“Yes?” He caught her eyes and frowned as he seen betrayel and anger in them.
“Was I your sex slave?”
Marik watched her carefully. “Dollface, it was the past.”
Dollface glared at the Isthar before standing up and stomping off. “I’m going out for fresh air.”
The door slammed shut, the two could hear Dollface stomp off.
“Nice.”
“Shut up. You had sex with her past life too.”
