Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Explanations ❯ Brand New Day ( Chapter 1 )

Priestess: I woke up in California at 4:30 in the morning to get on a plane back here, and during the trip to Disneyland I thought up the end of Rulers Of The Heavens, all of part three, and some of part four, but I can't put any of it up yet!

This is basically going to be some stuff to explain about Rulers Of The Heavens. I'm already beginning the next chapter. It's for anyone who wanted to know how the Rulers of the Heavens were formed and can't be content with my rushed explanation. But this is an explanation of how Mariku got Isis pregnant. The non-italicized stuff takes place during Chapter Seven of Rulers Of The Heavens II. It's a bit rushed, and it has some of the song Brand New Day.

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*Never thought I'd say I'm sorry
Never thought I'd be the one to bring you down
Now when I look out my window
But there doesn't seem to be anyone around*

Mariku gazed outside, fiddling unthinkingly with the Rod. All he could think about was Isis, Isis, Isis. She was in the other room, trying to figure out who Necrophidius was. Or so he thought.

In fact, she was remembering. They both were....

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"I can't believe you blew up the entire kitchen," Isis murmured, dipping her fork carefully into the box of take-out rice noodles smelling sweetly of Thai sauce and vinegar but not lifting it out. "I was celebrating!" Mariku replied, his guttural voice indignant as he put his empty box on the dressing table beside the bed they were sitting on. "Are you gunnu eat that?"

With a roll of her beautiful azure eyes, Isis handed him the still-mostly-full box, watching with well-hidden amusement as he dug in hungrily.

Remembering the woman sitting barely four feet away, Mariku looked up again.

Isis was sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, her astounding deep blue eyes fixed mildly on his. Her hair was unveiled, her only jewelry being the green gem on its new silver circlet, her silky midnight hair flowing freely over her slim bare shoulders. She seemed even more beautiful this way, in that stunningly simple off-the-shoulder gown of flowing white silk, her unblemished copper skin gleaming against it, than she did in gold and satin.

"I finally got rid of my stupid hikari and I didn't even need to kill him. Personally, I think that calls for a celebration, woman!" "Well, I'm sure he's happy to be rid of you as well," she replied. Mariku snorted. "Highly unlikely. He's probably too busy with Bakura." Isis nodded thoughtfully. "Does that mean you're gay too?" She wondered why the thought terrified her so much.

"Aw, poor little Isis got kissed by a gay person," Mariku taunted, putting Isis's now-empty box next to his. "But no. Or at least, I don't think so."

Then there was quiet. Isis stared at him, wanting him to kiss her, afraid that he would.

Mariku stared right back at her, his heart aching with desire. Never having been one to refuse his instincts, he reached out and pulled her towards him, kissing her on the lips.

Isis moaned softly as his hand touched her butt. Her nipples were hardening, a thrill rushing through her body as his lips moved lower, administering tiny kisses which thrilled her body.

Mariku's finger moved, rubbing her vagina through the pale silk of her skirt, when his remaining slivers of sanity shouted at him and he realized what he was doing.

Mortified, he pulled away. `Idiot!' he shouted at himself. "I-I-I..." he couldn't go on, and his mind continued berating him for his stupidity.

"No."

Isis took his wrist and placed it back on her vagina. "Please...don't stop now."

Malik gaped, stunned. Of everything which she could possibly have said, everything she might have done, this was the last thing he could've imagined.

"R-really?" She smiled at his disbelief and nodded, trying to hide her anxiety.

"A-All right."

Keeping his hands from shaking, he pulled her dress down to her waist.

Positioning himself half on top of her, he took a soft, pink breast in either hand. He rubbed a coarse thumb over one nipple, then the other, then simultaneously, and she gasped in sheer elation, arching her back. He brought his nose down between them, breathing her in deeply, then turned his head to one side and listened to the sound of her heart beating in her chest. Then, slowly moving his head to the side, he took a nipple in his mouth, lapping it vigorously with his tongue at first, then rolling it against the roof of his mouth as he suckled gently, until the hardened nipple turned soft.

In one fluid sweep, he drew off her dress fully, and now she lay fully stripped before him.

Nosing between her thighs, he moved her genitals' tight lips found a small pink cleft between her thighs that glistened with her excitement. Then slowly, he opened his mouth and snaked out his long, pink tongue. When the tiny bumps of his tongue collided with the little nub that rested above her opening, she let out a small, mewling cry.

His tongue pushed deeper into her tight opening, her hips jerking as he licked his reward of thick sweet fluid. While he tasted her genitals, he slid his hands up over the soft curves of her thighs and hips. He felt her body shudder as he kissed around her vagina once more, tenderly kissing every untouched area of this new territory.

He raised up off her and pulled his shirt off.

Slim fingers trembling, she reached for his tight khakis, slowly pulling down the silver tab and pushing them down. Mariku watched her stunned expression anxiously.

She reached out cautiously and touched it.

Mariku inhaled sharply as she did. The tip was soft, warm, and silky. Her fingers inched forward, moving up the shaft, pulling a soft, loose layer of skin back away from the head as they made their way to the base where it met his body. She closed her fist gently around the base of it, then slowly but firmly drew it back towards herself.

Mariku made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sigh, shutting his eyes and slumping forward. The sound made her smile. The sound of his voice made Isis smile. She was beginning to realize that she held a lot more in her hand than mere skin and muscle. There was power here, great power. Power to control, to inflict pleasure or pain, whichever she saw fit. He was willingly relinquishing this to her, and he was now held captive by the slightest twitch of her hands.

Finally ready, she guided his length to the right spot. He knew the instant he was there, for heat radiated from it as if from the core of her being. She held him there, steadily, as they both took a final second to prepare for the momentous step they were about to take together.

He stared into her soulful eyes, let his eyes wander over her sensational curves and the shiningly exquisite designs making her beauty all-the-more magnificent.

Then, taking a final breath, he entered her.

She tensed as it entered, gripping his spiky hair. He sighed as her warmth and tightness enveloped his length.

Eight or nine thrusts later and all thoughts of discomfort were forgotten. Her body quickly adjusted to his, and it wasn't long before she no longer felt that she was being invaded, but as if, with each stroke, he touched at something inside of her that had been denied for far too long. As for her lover, it was all he could do not to tear into her as his passion swelled with the seed in his loins. He buried his face into her neck, trailing tiny kisses.

Their bodies writhed together, slippery and glistening with sweat. Then, deep down inside of Isis, something began to grow. An insistent heat began to work its way from the inside out, taking her breath away.

She sighed softly as the feeling swelled within her. Mariku put his forehead between her breasts, pumping harder still as his length stiffened. His climax was imminent, and he could feel Isis-her muscles tightening around his shaft, making it harder and harder to continue with each passing second, both of them lost in rapture.

Isis cried out, sent over the edge. Mariku howled as glorious release was met, and his seed spurted out of his body.

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Yes, that had been wonderful, the most wonderful experience of his life, more wonderful than any evil he'd ever committed, but he still felt like he didn't deserve it. Maybe, someday, he would.

*And I, I think I'll change my ways

So all your wounds get noticed

Tomorrow's a brand new day

Tomorrow's a new day*