Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Unbelievable Connections ❯ The Winged of Ra, My Pharaoh ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! However, I DO own Marissa, Keline, Symari, and Joseph.

 

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“The Winged Dragon of Ra.” Impending doom descended upon Seto Kaiba as the great golden beast descended from the sky. Marissa chanted several indecipherable words, similar sounding to Arabic, while the Winged Dragon thrust open his wings with a gust of wind. Finally, when it came to rest on the ground before its summoner, the moving air died down. However, the intensity brought with the creature stayed.

 

“Your defeat starts now,” repeated Marissa, glaring across the playing field. Yet Kaiba no longer seemed perturbed.

 

“Ha, you're more a fool than I thought!” he laughed, as cocky as ever. “Can't you see that your so-called `unparalleled force' has only 2700 attack points, with XYZ-Dragon Cannon has 2800?”

 

“Of course, stupid.” He scowled, blue eyes becoming icier. No one insulted the intelligence of the CEO of Kaiba Corp. and so-to-be greatest duelist. No one. “But that won't be true after I add Malevolent Nuzzler and Black Pendant.” `Perfect…' he thought, gradually becoming more and more upset. `Now the Winged Dragon of Ra is up to 3900, and I only have 1000 life points remaining…Where'd on Earth she get that card anyway?'

 

Similar thoughts drifted through the sidelines. Yugi contemplated on how he believed Marik to have the last Egyptian God Card. Tristan, Téa, and Mai stood in amazement at its ferocity. Joey was the only one who noticed its impact on Marissa.

 

“Hey, guys, something's wrong with Marissa,” he informed. Instantly, the others shot their heads over to where she proudly stood. Or, to be more correct, where she barely stood. Beneath her brave exterior, pain coursed through her veins so much that she clenched her side. Before the passing of a minute, her shaking knees gave out from under her. She collapsed on the ground, repeating one name over and over again.

 

“Marik…Marik, Marik…” she whispered. Although, everyone who understood the importance of his name could hear it perfectly. By now she was covering her ears in an attempt to block out every sound.

 

“Get up of the ground, you disgrace for a duelist!” shouted Kaiba, eager to continue the duel as always.

 

“Shut up, man!” Tristan retorted angrily. “Can't you see she needs help!?”

 

“It's her fault if she can't uphold such a powerful monster.” Tristan never heard this hurting comment, for he and Téa ran over to Marissa before Tristan even finished his own question. However, they didn't get very far. Halfway to her side, she suddenly stopped chanting Marik's name, and spoke, thus halting the two friends with surprise.

 

“True, true, Seto Kaiba.” True, this statement was emitted from Marissa's mouth, but the voice in which it was said was unlike her own. Deep, echoing chords complemented her feminine pitch. Yugi knew the truth - Marik had answered her call. In a robot-like state, she began to stand up. “It's true, Seto Kaiba, that your inner strength affects your ability to control powerful monsters…” By now, she was on her feet. Normally cool blue eyes now clouded over hardened into an icy glare. “But that's no reason for you to leave her to be hurt from it!!”

 

`Did Marik just defend his…host!?' thought Yugi, without idea for a better word. Marik, who single-handedly owned a gang of vicious thieves and duelists? Marik, who would stop at nothing to achieve all three Egyptian God Cards and the Millennium Puzzle? Before Yugi could ask a question of any sort, Kaiba opened his sardonic mouth.

 

“What the heck is going on here!?” he practically screamed, half in an attempt to intimidate his opponent, half in an attempt actually to receive an answer. To his surprise, Marik laughed. Laughed a cold, hard, evil laugh.

 

Instead of supplying an answer, Yugi transformed into his other self. “Marik, you leave my friends alone!” he threatened.

 

“Ah, Pharaoh…” returned the bleached-blond through his link, “This doesn't concern you. I advise you to keep your mouth shut.” Yami stepped back in astonishment. “As for you, Kaiba, I advise you to be patient.” Just as Yami had done, Kaiba also took a step back. No one told him what to do, either. “I simply came to do this…” Marissa's hand then proceeded to remove the roaring Winged Dragon of Ra from the playing field and cast it to the graveyard. “Hurry and take your turn, Kaiba.”

 

And so he did. Fortunately for him, but unfortunately for the rest, he luckily drew De-spell this time. Using it and the De-Fusion card he had laid on the field, XYZ-Dragon Cannon was separated with nothing blocking its attack.

 

“I don't know what you were thinking by destroying your own Egyptian God Card, but you will certainly regret it,” said Kaiba, slapping a card on the monster zone. “Obelisk the Tormentor!” Instead of descending from the sky as the Dragon did, this great beast rose up from the ground, causing the entire Earth to quake in fear.

 

“I'm not sure what's going on,” Mai admitted, “but Marissa's still wide open for an attack!” Horror struck the group as they realized the truth of this statement. Sure, Marik had taken over, but it was still Marissa's body. `Why exactly did Marik do that?' Yugi wondered, inside his head. `I guess we'll find out soon…' As soon as Kaiba commanded his creature to attack, it send a God-like wave straight at Marissa, who refused to flinch. As the immense energy swallowed everyone in its path, Marik spoke one more time.

 

“Oh, and Pharaoh…I'd be more careful on who I consider as my friend.” Even though the smoke blocked Yami's view, he could tell his enemy just smirked. The dust finally cleared, revealing a more-than-ever confident Kaiba and a Marissa Millennium on her knees.

 

“Ra, Marik…” she whispered, this time back in her own voice. One hand was on her head. All her friends immediately rushed over to where she kneeled. Still, something - or someone - objected to their approach. She looked up to see their held out hands, but when she reached out to grasp one, her hand slipped away as her legs slowly started sinking into the ground. A circle of black and brown oozed out from underneath her. Like quicksand, it sucked her up into an unknown place, as she and everyone else around her gasped in panic and terror…

 

Meanwhile, Kaiba was striding over to the cluster of teenagers. He stopped short when his eyes fell upon the spot where Marissa was - or rather, where she used to be. Joey stamped the ground, testing its durability. Somehow, it was back to being its hard self.

 

“Marissa!!!” he shouted in fear for her, “Where the heck could she have gone!?”

 

“Calm down, Wheeler,” advised Kaiba. “I'm sure a freak like her is perfectly fine.”

 

“I assure you, Kaiba, that Marissa is no `freak'!” Yami defended with a glare in his direction.

 

“Oh, yeah? Then why did she go AWOL and disappear without leaving me my prize?” To this selfish question, no one could provide an answer. Kaiba probed the ground with his feet as Joey had down before stalking off in the opposite direction. Mokuba stared at Yugi's group for a moment before following his brother down the path of egotism.

 

“Well, what do we do now?” asked Téa - the same thought floating through all her friends.

 

Yami sighed. “I suggest we travel in our desired directions for now,” he advised. The others looked at him in surprise. “I have a feeling she's doing just fine…wherever she is.” That said, he turned and walked away.

 

“Yugi, wait!”

 

But he was already gone from sight.

 

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{Meanwhile…}

 

Marissa screamed - not too loud, but loud enough for her outburst to be considered a scream - as she fell down through the abnormal hole in the earth. What seemed like a couple minutes later, she landed on a slab of hard ground. Let's just say it wasn't on her feet…

 

“Shadi!” she called into the darkness, “Do you think you could at least put a pillow here or something!?”

 

“My apologies,” replied a mysterious male voice. “But I'm afraid they're in short supply in Egypt.”

 

`Ra…What I'd give for him to have a better sense of humor,' she thought, narrowing her eyes at his sad attempt at a joke. Placing her hands on the cold rock floor, she lifted herself up to a standing position. “How about some light?” Instantly, the darkness was swept away by firelight coming from multiple torches hung on the wall. The new light revealed a vast room, completely constructed of rock and adobe, whose walls were covered with Hieroglyphics. At the end of the chamber opposite to Marissa stood the owner of the mysterious voice.

 

“As to why I've called you here” - he turned to gaze in her direction, sandy cloak swishing with his movements - “You must be more careful with the God cards.”

 

She snorted as she stepped closer. “It's not like I risked it or anything,” she argued. “If that's all you've brought me down here to say, than I think your turban's on too tight.”

 

Smoky indigo eyes narrowed. “Listen to me, Marissa! Think, if I had not brought you down here, what would you have said to our Pharaoh and his friends?” Only a sigh escaped from her mouth. “Exactly what I thought. Here, take this.” She inclined her head to she his extended hand holding a large key made of solid gold, its head in the shape of an Ankh. With another snort and scowl, she grabbed the Key from his grasp. Yet again, a black-brown puddle absorbed her entire body. But this time, she wore a serene frown.