Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Free ❯ Free ( Chapter 1 )

JG-chan: Okay, this story was actually supposed to be based on Bakura and his life as a thief in ancient times, but somehow it turned into an angst song-fic one-shot about Malik and his thoughts during the Battleship-Alcatraz Tower episodes O.o Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! ^o^

Rating: R for disturbing thoughts, yaoi and cursing

Type: One-shot song-fic

Genre: Angst, mostly

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, don't sue!

Theme song: `Crawling' by Linkin Park. No I don't own that either XD

Note: Italics in BOLD are sentences you should take special note of

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Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal…
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real…

"You're such a bastard! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!! Why are you doing this?! You cowardly asshole! Let me out of here!! Please… Ra, let me out…"

I hated it when he does this. He hadn't been let out for so long. Not out into the open world, at least. I even convinced myself that he had vanished completely. Now here he is, running amok upon this stupid tower causing havoc and destruction among all the innocents. I should have known this would happen though. My blindness, greed and jealousy had clouded over anything in my sight. I had come so close… but now… he came took over. He had to ruin everything. I could have done this without him!!

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface…
Consuming…confusing…
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending,
Controlling…I can't seem to find myself again…
My walls are closing in…

"You hear that?!" I screamed. "I could have done this without you! Give me my damned body back and let me finish the job!!" I slammed my fists against the walls of this chamber he had kept me in for what seemed like so long.

"Silence, weakling. Once I've won this tournament, you'll be the first to go!" He hollered back, roaring into psychological manical laughter as he continued on his way up to the dueling arena at the top of the tower.

I could see through his eyes, see every move he made and every thought that went through his head. Or my head rather. His metamorphosed voice haunted me. I never knew I could be such a monster… and that simple hatred and jealousy could turn into this. Isis was my only hope now. And that damn Pharaoh. The world's fate hangs in the balance of that kid. I don't know what could happen if my darker half is the victor out of all this… I'd have no escape. He'd eliminate my life out of existence.

Without a sense of confidence,

and I'm convinced

that there's just too much pressure to take…
I've felt this way before,
So insecure…!

So much for putting my faith into the hands of yami Bakura. Pitiful duelist he is. I guess it was a rather fruitless idea in the first place, to think that together we could succeed against a holder of a God card. Especially Ra. Had it been Osiris or Obelisk it might not have been such a difficult task. However… he knew more about Ra than I. The secrets… secrets I had no idea existed.

***

My stomach ached with hunger. My darkness wasn't nourishing my body properly, if even at all. I didn't know how he sustained himself. At least if I invaded someone else's body temporarily, my hunger would be satisfied. That was one of two uses that Anzu had. One, because her stomach was always full and two, so I could communicate with the outside world. Isis was shocked to say the least when I started talking to her through Anzu's body. She has faith in Yami Yuugi… and I don't blame her. We all do. If he comes off second best… the world will be in turmoil.

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal…
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real…

Not only did my counterpart neglect my body, he took advantage of it too. He whispered words to me; sick, twisted words that made me shamefully aroused, even in this state. Whilst mentally whispering these erotic things, he would stroke me, while he was the one benefiting from it. Once my body had reached its peak… he would masturbate to the dirty things revolving in his mind that drifted into my mind across our link. The way I screamed for him to stop and hurled myself at the chamber wall in an attempt to get at him, only made him more aroused. I hate myself for unconsciously obeying his commands as my pants begin to constrict. I cannot get away from his whispering, I cannot block it out. So disgusting… disgraceful… dirty. That's how I feel, and it will not stop.

***

I am so weak. So weak I can hardly find the strength to motivate myself to find a body… any body to feed myself. This bastard must be deliberately starving me. I guess psychotic spirits bent on dominating the world and crushing everyone and everything in their paths don't think about anyone but themselves. I close my eyes and rest against the cold stone floor of wherever the hell this place is. My silent tears trickle onto the floor as I weep into this shameful life that is now mine. Hope is pointless…

***

Where am I…? This place… it's different… and whose voices are those? They seem so… indistinctly familiar. The cries of appalled shock and that familiar murky smell of newly cast shadows rouse my senses. My heavy eyelids are able to crack open, and I find I am strapped high up against an imaginary wall of the shadow game that is about to begin.

"Marik! This has gone on far enough!" Yami's masculine voice boomed. "Keep Yuugi out of this!"

Yuugi…? I looked across the arena to find, sure enough, the Pharaoh's light in the same position as I. What was my sick freak of an obscurity trying to prove?! I sighed. Even passing out last night in the coldness of the chamber hadn't fulfilled my strength. All I could do now was watch the battle… and wait for my end to come.

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Distracting…reacting…
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection,
It's haunting how I can't seem… to find myself again,
My walls are closing in…

Minutes passed by like hours, and every losing move my counterpart made, the more my body began to disintegrate. Likewise with Yuugi… and don't think it wasn't painful - the little bitch was screaming like the little whore that he is. I on the other hand was able to handle the pain, partially from the fact that I was drifting in and out of consciousness and couldn't feel most of it. The emotional pain was far worse than what was happening to my spiritual body though…

***

The duel has gone on for what seemed like days now. But my sense of time was distorted, creating that effect. In front of me and my rampant psychotic yami, is my signature card in its pure physical form. Sparkling golden wings sprout from its back, spreading into the air like the great pyramids themselves, intimidating its target below. It's all over now… the end is dawning upon us. The reign of a new age will soon rear its ugly head and take flight…

"Master Malik!!"

…Huh…? That voice… so vague… but… so familiar… Who… who is it?

"It's useless! The fragments of my lighter half are like a candle in the wind, without the strength to come out, or even live!!" The mutated voice of my counterpart bellowed.

"The sad fate of the Tomb-Keepers has caused many tragedies for my family. Resentment and hatred have occupied Malik's heart and have let evil stay. You are the reason behind Malik's father's death! Murderer!!"

…Rishid…? Is that really… you? …Rishid?!!

"Silence, fool!" An earsplitting blast came from below, and through my hazy eyesight, I could see Rishid being thrown back by an invisible force. Curse that Sennen Rod. Curse it!!

"Marik, you are trying to seal yourself into hopeless darkness…" Rishid reasoned with my counterpart.

"Shut up!" Another shrill blast sliced through the air, and Rishid went flying.

Rishid! No!! Rishid… Ra… not Rishid too…

"Rishid!" My sister! It's Isis! She's here too! Isis… oh my dear, sweet sister…bless you under the name of Ra…

"No Isis… I'm okay. Malik…"

"…Rishid?" I mumble with the last threads of energy I have left. The vision of him is unclear. All I can see is a blur of his dark plum-coloured capes and the evident tattoos on his face.

"Malik… please listen to me… Even if you choose to linger in the darkness, you must live. It's not only the Tomb-Keeper's fate, but a human's fate…"

Something is happening… I feel strong again! I haven't felt like this for weeks! Ra, thank you! Thank you! I feel warm… as in physically warm. I feel my heart beating again. The blood gushing through my veins once more. My body… I have it back! I am in control!

Ra damn you, you little brute! Why do you have so much strength?!

It's my dark half… he's still here… why hasn't he gone yet?! Why?! But…I know now what I must do…

"Yuugi! Attack me now! Quickly!" I shout. "You must hurry!"

Yami falters and discusses it with his light half before doing so. Getting permission, he activates the Ragnarok magic card, allowing all his monsters to rise up into the sky and obliterate my Winged Dragon of Ra. I had never seen such an amazing sight before. I certainly never thought I'd feel good about losing, either. Ra was destroyed.

No! You fool! What do you think you are doing?! We can work together and still get the revenge we deserve!

No. I will bury you with my own two hands. You've caused enough mayhem as it is.

"Thank you, Pharaoh… this is some reparation for the damage I have caused." My trembling hand hovers over my deck before I finally close over it. The duel is forfeited.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

The hazy purple mist surrounding the arena fades quickly, restoring blinding white sunlight into all of our faces. That is one sight I never thought I'd ever see again - the sun. The symbol of my life, the Egyptian God of the sun, Ra. Isis and Rishid then approach me. How glad I am to see them!

"Malik, it's your mission to end the fate of the Tomb-Keepers' Tribe. We are entrusted with guarding the Pharaoh's memory - it's time to pass this message along to the Pharaoh, now." I look into my sister's calm blue eyes in listening to her say this. She's so beautiful.

"Yes sister… but can we cast off the chains of darkness and live a life of light in the outside world, now?" I asked.

Isis smiled. "Yes. We aren't only members of the same tribe, but we are family."

I looked toward Rishid and noticed sparkling tears welling up in his green eyes. I hugged him. "Thank you Rishid… without you, I don't know what would have happened…"

***

I gave Yami Yuugi my Winged Dragon of Ra Egyptian God card, my Sennen Rod, and showed him the tattoos on my back. He understood them, but doesn't know the ancient language. Sooner or later he'll regain his memory.

For now, all I'm concentrating on is a new life. And that life begins today. I am free.

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JG-chan: Okay… so how was that? I know I'm terrible at angst, but if you could please post up a review to tell me what you thought, that'd be great ^o^ Flames and criticism most welcome! Ja ne!