Being Alone is For Losers.

It might be hard to believe, but finding people that are good enough it's each time harder...

With a bottle of wine in one hand and an empty glass in the other one. Marik was walked through the forest, remembering old times. Remembering how, he used to be a human being, someone with feelings, someone who liked woman and like to drink, he had someone to protect... How could someone leave all that stuff behind, just to become stronger? Only a monster would be capable of doing such thing, only Marik.

"Oh my! What's this?" the black haired mage said, walking through the forest with red big eyes, Marik had found a wonderful gift. A white haired man appeared, walking in front without noticing the smily Mr.Anderson. "This could be interesting" Marik said, holding the glass of wine and throwing it to the floor. Drinking all the wine left and throwing the bottle next to the broken glass. With a heavy breathing and a basic spell, Marik turned himself invisible.
"I've seen this man before... In the woods and in the guild. We have something in common already, we are both from Basilisk Fang" a smile full of sharp teeth appeared on Marik's face "Let's see, if this man called Shunsuke, Worths the try"

Marik laughed and kept walking close to the man. With a slow move that transmitted nothing else than the soft sound of a piece of steel crashing with the air, he took out one of his small knifes, and with it, his red umbrella. Marik threw the umbrella to the air, his eye became visible and then part of his face too, his full body became visible one more time. "Hey there" he said with a knife in his right hand and a bloody smile that went from one ear to another.