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There was a knock on the door. Ishizu wasn't expecting any guests, but she didn't know the schedule of her brothers that well, especially Marik. Although he spent a lot of time at home, he was still a social butterfly at times, meeting with friends at his study or participating in local Duel Monster tournaments.
Ishizu opened the door, but instead of one of Marik's friends, it was a delivery man holding flowers. Surely they couldn't be for her, could they? Just as she was about to inform him that he had come to the wrong door, he asked her name. "Ishizu?" He asked, handing her the bouquet, that sure enough, had her name written in a little note on the front. She accepted it, her cheeks flushing as she asked him who it was from. If she had a secret admirer, she had no clue who it was. Her employees were all married, as was the manager at the local museum. A security guard? A visitor? Her mind was flipping through every potential candidate.
"It says on the back of the card, ma'am. Have a nice day!" He waved her off, and she closed the door. Turning around, she leaned her back against the door, dipping her nose into the bright red paradise. Snapping the card off with two fingers, she flipped it, her smile and blush fading as she read it.
"- With love, Marik."
Had he mistaken her birthday? What other reason could there be for giving such an extravagant bouquet?
"Hey, who was at the door?" Marik asked, raiding the fridge for a lemon soda before turning around, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight.
"Whoa, who's the lucky guy, huh?" Marik took a sip before adding another joke to it, "and who'd waste their money sending you that kind of stuff?"
Ishizu got a sour feeling in her mouth. Please be joking. "You."
Marik's smile hung awkwardly at one edge of his mouth. "What? Seriously, who sent it?"
Ishizu furrowed her brow. This wasn't funny anymore. "You sent it, Marik." She held the card up with two fingers. He looked into her eyes for some kind of clue that she was lying, but when no change occurred in her stern expression, he walked with brisk steps up to her. Sure enough, his name was on the card.
He dropped his soda.
The glass bottle shattered, the small ball inside rolling away.
"No, no, shit, shit!" Marik cursed, as he bent down to pick the glass shards up. He cut himself on one of the shards, blood instantly pouring out from his cut finger. "Fucking lemon," he hissed, running off to the sink. Ishizu put the flowers on the nearest surface she could find, and with brisk steps, she found a broom and dustpan, clearing the floor of any glass shards and disposing of them in a small trash bag. The bubbles of the soda popped and fizzed on the floor, staining the wood, but it would dry soon. If she ignored it, it would go away on its own. Rishid would be home soon, hopefully. She wished she didn't have to explain why there were glass shards on the floor, so she made sure the floor was spotless before returning to her brother's side. He was standing still with his hand beneath running water, blood no longer flowing freely, but the heavy stream of ice cold water pouring down.
"Maybe it's a bad prank," she speculated out loud, looking over at the red roses. Marik was silent. She pressed on, hoping he wasn't too stressed about it. Rishid would be home soon. Rishid would be home soon, and she would be safe... in case Marik was.... "I can pay them some extra, get them to trace the credit card that paid for-"
"It was my card," Marik cut her off, his hand still under the heavy stream.
Ishizu felt the small hairs on her arms rise up. "So it was you-"
"No."
Ishizu gulped.
"I don't remember ordering that... and no offense," Marik finally turned and looked at his sister, "I wouldn't have ordered that. It's... weird." Red roses aren’t something one usually ordered for their own flesh and blood. Ishizu considered the implications. Red roses were seen as romantic, weren't they?
"Then," Ishizu began, hesitant to speak her heart, "do you think that... *he*," she said with a bitter tone, until Marik cut her off once more, this time louder than ever as both his hands slammed down hard on the kitchen counter.
"He doesn't exist anymore!" His shout made an echo in their apartment, and Ishizu flinched at his sudden anger, taking a step back. Marik looked up at her wide-eyed. "I didn't- You're not- You're not afraid of me are you?" His tone of voice suddenly desperate, but for every step forward, she took a step back.
"N-No, you're my brother, of course I'm not-" but she was, and she felt her blood run cold as he grabbed her by the wrist. Years had been kind to his physique. He wasn't nearly as tall as Rishid, but his shoulders had grown broader, and he still had a good 10 extra in both height and weight.
"I'm still me, I'm," he looked down at how he had grabbed her hand, both their hands shaking, and as Marik let go, she held her wrist, and he realized he was the one who had been shaking. He turned on the spot, showing his back to her. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry." His voice, quivering and pathetic beneath his own hands as he was covering up his face in shame, struck a chord right into her motherly side. She couldn't stay mad at him when he was distraught, so she forgave him right away, like she always did.
"You didn't mean to, Marik. Let's forget this ever happened," she said and put her hand on his shoulder, but was stunned with fear as she felt the sudden change of atmosphere. The hands that were covering his face, slid upwards, ruffling his own hair until it stood upright.
"You," she whispered with animosity as she stepped back, pulling her hand away, but it was too late. He turned on the spot, dashing towards her, and she stepped back until she hit a wall behind her, freezing her in place. He grabbed both her hands, pushing them in place against the wall.
"Darling sister," he hummed mockingly, "did you get my present?" he asked as he smelled her hair, making her recoil in disgust. His other hand wandered, feeling up her stomach and sliding up towards her chest.
"Leave us alone! Burn and die!" She spat at him, but he only laughed at her venomous words. His free hand cupped one of her breasts briefly before rushing up to grab her chin, pulling her face away.
"Come on, don't be like that. I can be really good to you," he whispered the last part near her ear before his long tongue entered it. She screamed and tried to move away, but he held her face in place. One of his legs pushed in between hers, and his knee pulled upwards until she rested on him. She didn't want it to feel good, but her body worked against her. "We can have some fun together, right?" He whispered into her assaulted ear before kissing down her neck, attacking down to leave a mark with his teeth, suckling the skin. She whined as his hand came down to grasp her breast again, massaging it too roughly to even feel good. Everything was too much for her. She apologized to her future nephews that might never come to be as she concentrated all her willpower and rage into her leg, crashing it up into Marik's crotch in a vicious attack. He let go of her, and she crashed to the floor beneath him as he coughed, holding onto the wall and his crotch.
"You vile little bitch! I'm your brother!" He roared as she scrambled to make distance between them. She crawled on the floor, finally getting up on her legs before he grabbed her ankle, whipping her down onto the floor once more. He crawled on top of her with inhuman speed.
"Leave me alone! I'm your sister!" She screamed, pushing at his chest, but not with as much force as she was capable of. It was still her sweet little brother's body.
"I've been looking at you shower, you know?" He laughed in her face, struggling against her resistance, but keeping her down with his weight. That couldn't be true! It couldn't be, it couldn't!!
"Oh, but it is!" He laughed, and she realized then that she had been shouting it in her fear. Her hands shaking, she was crying as he leaned down and kissed her against her will. He rutted against her, his wounded erection rubbing against her harshly. "We can make the next generation of tombkeepers, dear sister. It will be glorious!" He laughed mockingly before coming back down, shoving his overly long tongue into her mouth. She gave up on resisting, hoping that if she gave in, then maybe it would be over with sooner. He purred happily as he felt her willpower bend, his hands massaging her all around. He moaned into the kiss as he rutted against her, and she felt nausea rise inside her at the vulgar movements and noises.
The door lock rustled.
Marik whipped up, his wild hair making a swooshing sound as he sat up on his sister, fear in his eyes.
Rishid walked in the door, his brows furrowing at the sight before him, his brother and sister on top of one another.
Marik grabbed his head, hissing as his hair fell down, and Rishid locked the door and rushed to his side, grabbing the boy into a bear hug. Ishizu crawled out from beneath him, wiping her lips in disgust. Marik hugged Rishid back, his shoulders bouncing up and down in pathetic sobs. Rishid turned his head to give a worried look to his sister.
"Marik..." she coughed out, still wiping her lips. "I think it's about time you move out."