Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stalked ❯ Marik, meet Lyana ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with Yu-Gi-Oh in the story. Lyana is the only one who belongs to me. Edited from the first time I posted it! ^^

 

Lyana wasn't normal. She was strange. Weird. A freak. That's what the students of Domino High School thought, but dared not speak aloud. The last person who did, ended up in the hospital with a minimum of two broken ribs, a broken arm, broken leg and a black eye. She even looked abnormal. Her skin was ghostly pale, which contrasted greatly with the black scar under her left eye which ran down to her chin. Her short auburn hair was tied back into an even shorter ponytail, revealing her slightly pointed ears, the right of which was pierced through the upper cartilage. And her eyes…Lyana's eyes were arguably the creepiest feature of hers. They were stormy grey, giving them an almost unreal look. The fact that she barely blinked made them even creepier. Sometimes, someone would get up enough guts to talk to her. Whenever she was addressed, she'd slowly turn her head to face whoever was speaking to her. But she, herself, would never even say a word. In short, Lyana was something you may see in a horror movie… possibly revealed to be the psycho, stalking killer later on in the movie.

 

Which was probably why Malik Ishtar and Bakura liked her so much.

 

Lyana walked down the sidewalk with Malik and Bakura, smirking occasionally at their arguments. The three were going to Malik's house to “study”, which was code for “daring each other to do stupid stuff such as jumping out of the way of speeding car just before impact, and possibly send it to the Shadow Realm if it skimmed you…and stuff”. Yes, the trio truly did some unbelievable things when they got together. Domino would never forget them, that was for sure. At least the particular block that they lived on, anyhow. Finally Malik reached the front door and unlocked it.

 

“Well, here we are.”

 

“Grand. I'm getting us drinks.” Bakura finished off his sentence by throwing his school things to the side with a loud thunk. Malik flinched.

 

“Keep it down! There are other people in the house who get…very agitated if there is too much noise…” Malik's hiss trailed off into an unsure whisper. Lyana glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes spoke volumes. `What's wrong?' Malik shook his head. “It's nothing…it's just my darker half is here and…he gets annoyed if it's too noisy.

 

“How right you are, hikari.”

 

Malik whipped around to see his dark leaning casually on the doorframe. Lyana scanned over the newcomer very carefully. She had been over here quite often, but she had never actually met the shadowy figure she had heard so much about. He looked almost identical to Malik, with his tanned skin, sandy blonde hair, and lavender eyes…except that his hair stood on end and his eyes…they were empty…soulless. He smirked down at Lyana and spoke to Malik, not once breaking eye contact with her. “Who is this, Malik? Your girlfriend, perhaps?”

 

“N-no. Lyana, this is Marik. Marik, this is Lyana, my friend. I told you about her that one time, remember?” Malik's voice was slightly nervous as he introduced the pair to each other. Lyana gave a curt nod in greeting. Marik returned it, laughing slightly.

 

“She's quite pretty, Malik. I'd bet anything she's a good lay,” stated Marik, sparks in his eyes. Lyana's fist clenched as she tried to restrain herself. His words reached Bakura's ears as he walked back into the living room from the kitchen, carrying some beverages with him. He shot Marik a hateful glare.

 

“Marik! Watch what you say about her. It may be the last thing you do.” he warned, placing the cans down on the end table nearest him.

 

“Don't tell me what to do, Tomb Robber! She's obviously not bothered by it. Do you hear her saying anything in her own defense?”

 

“That's because Lyana doesn't talk to anyone, you fool! Leastwise the likes of you!” Bakura snapped, gritting his teeth.

 

“So why do you hang around with the bitch if she doesn't talk, hm? Thinking you might catch her off guard one night? Provides some security if you know she won't run her mouth to the authorities if you rape her, hm?”

 

“You BASTARD! You don't say another word about her!” Malik shouted, taking a step towards Marik, who chuckled.

 

“And what will you do if I don't listen to you? Fight me? Little hikari, you forget who has the power here…” Marik chided his light as he gazed at the Millennium Rod idly. Malik fell silent and Bakura growled.

 

“You're not the only one with a Millennium Item here, Marik!” Around his neck, the Millennium Ring flashed ominously. Marik laughed again.

 

“Don't be a fool, Bakura! You remember our last Shadow Game, don't you? Unless you'd like to end up in the Shadow Realm once again, I'd suggest you watch your step.”

 

Lyana stepped in front of Malik, glaring daggers at Marik. He noticed her gaze and merely chuckled. “And what do you think, you're going to be able to do, hm? You don't have to worry about him. You should be more concerned about yourself.” He stepped closer to her, causing Lyana to realize his full height. He leaned down and took her chin in his hand. “As I said, you're quite pretty. I wouldn't mind seeing that face of yours a bit more often.”

Lyana jerked her face away from his grasp, grabbing his wrist in a tight hold. In a flash, Marik had spun her around had her arm behind her back, and the Millenium Rod against her throat. “Quite a temper you have there. I like that,” he said, and Lyana could hear the smirk in his voice.

 

Bakura stepped angrily towards Marik, the Ring beginning to glow even more. “Release her, Marik!” he warned, his voice little more than a growl. Marik's face fell into an expression of annoyance.

“You bore me with your sudden valiant attitude, Bakura. And frankly, if this is how you're going to be while she's around then I have no interest in being here.” He removed the Rod and shoved Lyana into Malik. Turning to leave, he grinned at Lyana. “I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Lyana.” And with that, he walked upstairs. Malik listened carefully for his footsteps and sighed with relief when he heard the closing of Marik's bedroom door. Helping Lyana stand upright, he looked concernedly at her. “You okay?” She nodded, and rubbed her shoulder, rotating it around a few times to relieve the pain he had inflicted. She reached for one of the cans that Bakura had set on the table and was about to open it, when she noticed the writing on the can. Making a face, she chucked it at Bakura's head.

“OW! What?!” he asked angrily, looking down at the can. Malik looked at the other two drinks to see what Bakura had brought out, then looked at Bakura disbelievingly.

“Bakura. Lyana doesn't drink alcohol, you idiot.”