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

Perfection by: Angela (orangeaura868)

Marik's hand reached out slowly to cup Malik's cheek. Tanned skin met and warmth spread from that very touch. Malik closed his eyes sighing and leaning ever so slightly into the caress that seemed to fit so well. Marik took this as a sign to continue, and so he did. Rough hands progressed downwards and he breathed out three words.

"You are…perfection."

Malik shivered the thought of that one word bringing back memories of cold dark places and a father who ordered him to be perfection.

His father was ever the overachiever and expected the same for his one and only son. Gone were thoughts of Rishid and his entire view focused on Malik.

The boy was meant to be perfection…not only in beauty…but perfection of mind.

Perhaps it was those thoughts that forced him to be insane…not the pain…not the inscriptions carved into his smooth back. Perhaps it was just the words alone needed to drive him insane. Day in and day out…you are to be perfection.

All time stopped and things seemed to freeze still as all thoughts were spent remembering that long dead past from deep within his mind. How could he forget this? How could he forget that word and all the trouble it gave him? How could he forget…perfection?

Flashback

The room was dank and moist down inside the underground home. Torches lit from all corners and a few in between to brighten up an otherwise dark and foreboding library.

Scrolls on age-old papyrus some on paper were all rolled up and put into their respectful slots and in so preserving the ancient scriptures. The walls were discolored and damp with water that had leaked from the Nile.

A young boy shivered from the cold and wrapped his arms around himself. His cotton robes were useful to some extent but the chills from why he was here to begin with sent him into involuntary shivers from each thought.

He was only eight…why must he read the ancient scrolls? Why must he learn of these useless things that people from above probably have never even heard of? This reading was nothing important to him and most likely a waste of his time. He would much rather be reading a story on Peter Pan that he had gotten from a forbidden trip up to the world of the Sun.

Now there's a thought! How he would love to be like that brave, courageous Peter who would never have to grow up…never have to fear being 10. Peter could fly and had his own island and he fought pirates along side his comrades and friends.

Malik looked around the walls again…hieroglyphics inscribed into the sandstone…depicting the royals and their servants. It was to remind him of his job…his and his families. His family…that was the only part he would even begin to miss. He loved his sister Isis and adored his older brother Rishid. It was a pity that they were the only things holding him back…otherwise he would have run away even if with the potential doom of being caught and brought back.

He pulled out a scroll and began reading of the cattle number and tax for each year. Pointless facts recorded by some lowly scribe with a bald head and most likely a mind to match. Who on earth could possibly write this without being bored?

Of course…there always were people out there who could do that. In this case there was Namu. Namu was actually younger than Malik…but he seemed to have a natural gift with Ancient Egypt. Unlike Malik he was truly interested in all the happening of the Pharaoh and his advisors. He could list off relatives to the Pharaoh and how they were to be married. He could tell you which son to which daughter and the names of their children.

Little Malik could only watch in slight fascination as a young boy just like himself…be best. Always it was like this. The horror of your own family banter and prattle about sorry subjects like the aforementioned.

"Why can't you be more like Namu? How can you possibly let Namu be better than you? You should be ashamed! You're going to be ruined! Look at yourself! You've let a younger be superior than you! How can we not be ashamed to stand by you? Why can't you be like Namu!?"

Always…it was always like this. Around the clock all the time…Namu this and Namu that. Little Malik really wanted them to be proud of him…he really did. But couldn't they refrain from the subject of learning for one second? Couldn't they simply forget everything meaningful for one day and let him be like the others?

He was intelligent on the subject…he was very good indeed. But always there was a need to be the best…not his own…his father's. Sometimes not only his father…but also his other relatives living underground with them. So why must he be the best if right now he was simply fine? Why couldn't he join the other children in story time and play time?

WHY?

All to be perfection.

All for perfection.

Perfection…

Oh, how he hated the word. How he hated it all, hated his life, hated his father, hated the pharaoh, hated everything that gave him boundaries.

Malik took out another scroll trying to absorb it. He tried to tell himself that he liked doing this. He tried to force the words in. They didn't listen. As he read… they never stayed. His mind was far gone already thinking of escape; thinking of running away or destroying it till it was gone.

All in all…he was angry. Why must they speak of Namu? Why must they mention him when he was already good enough? Why must he be better?

It was understandable though…having to be something you already don't want to be then be the best at it. Being told you weren't good enough when you already were. Being denied a normal life because you were meant for something bigger. Being compared. Having your entire life be planned out for you. He despised it all.

Somewhere he felt the anger gather. Somewhere he could feel it pool together into a swirling darkness. From somewhere there came a voice …and it calmed him.

Kill if you must. Hack away at it if you want to. Escape if you want freedom.

There…that was it. That was the prize dangling in front of him. Freedom. It would be worth it.

The years progressed from there. The darkness grew until that fateful day…it was big enough. After all the pain, misery and emotional torment…all it took was a bit of physical pain to set it free. The emotional values were there already…bleeding into the darkness. Seeing Rishid in danger he had reacted.

That was it then. There was nothing left.

End Flashback

He moaned from the hand sliding its way down. In one instant he was back now and the past unfairness disappeared again. It was not important anymore…and it brought more pain then needed. So he forgot…again.

He brought his lips upon his dark side's ear and whispered ever so softly. His breath tickled the skin exciting it even further…but it did not compare to the words.

"but I am your perfection."

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A/N: This was more of a rant on my part. Guess whose life it was based on? Yep…mine. Believe it or not my parents actually said those things to me…only in Chinese. I hate it. Everyday it would be like that and then they would send me to study for SATs, do schoolwork, or practice piano. I hate it…it fills me with dread and the worst part is that they don't understand why. My own parents can't comprehend why I like reading and why I don't like studying. My own parents haven't the foggiest clue what fun is. They literally berate me with how worthless I'll be if I don't get into a good college…and they call ME the one at fault. Most would be glad there children even like reading…they ban it. I'm seriously not allowed to read fiction. They say it will ruin me. They say I am ruined. You weren't really supposed to understand the story because it really was more of my rant through Malik's past. It was poorly written…Gomen Nasai…

As I was saying…rant rant rant…fume fume fume. I'm done now.

I also warn you readers that I won't have much time to write what with reality calling. As soon as school starts everything will be going really slowly. I'm sorry for that then. My parents have been threatening to get the Internet cable disconnected so I'll have to be very careful.

Tell me what you think of this even if all you do is criticize. You have no idea how much each review is valued for beginning authors. (Even though I won't be an author because my parents' control my life.)

If you actually read the above…thanks for listening. Please review.

Ja ne!