Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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Stuck On You
by Rhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro

|~*DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the property of Kazuki Takahashi. It does not belong to
Rhapsody Moonschild and/or Tat Claire Kokoro.

Excel Saga is not our property either. Belongs to Rikdo Koshi, if I recall correctly.*~|

CHAPTER TEN (by Tat)

Marik's POV

When Yami rushes up the stairs and slams my light's door I spend a couple minutes
wondering why he's done this.

Then I shrug, flip the television on, and watch some Excel Saga.

But for some reason no matter how entertaining the show is today I can't help but keep
glancing up the stairs.

/The pharaoh is none of my concern.../ I think to myself and turn back to the television
screen.

"Are you sure about that?" Bakura's voice filters into my ears, overriding Excel's high
voice.

"I mean what I say," I reply aloud. "I don't care about Yami."

Bakura chuckles. "So why do you keep looking at the stairs?"

"Um..." I begin, searching for a suitable lie, "I'm watching the lint there."

Bakura laughs and slowly his presence in my head bleeds away.

For another few minutes I stare at the television, and then without thought, turn back
to the staircase.

"Dammit! Might as well check on him... but that doesn't mean I care..." I say to myself.
I slide out of my chair and lazily climb the stairs, stopping at Malik's door.

Deep inside I can hear... what's that called again?

Crying?

Yes, I can hear faint crying noises beyond the door. Gingerly I place my fingertips
on the door, close my eyes, and let my memory go...

***

The Egyptian sun beat down mercilessly that day... Like the rest of my
people, I didn't mind the sun. It was always there, from the day we were born to the
day we died. But for some reason... that day I couldn't stand the heat.

There was nothing I wanted more than to retreat into my cool stone home and satisfy my
thirst.

"Mommy!" I said, brushing the cloth out of my way so I could go inside.

"Mommy, I'm thirsty!" I complained, continuing deeper into the room.

Suddenly I froze, when I felt my feet touch something sticky and wet. I looked down to
see what it was, then quickly wished I hadn't.

I'd just stepped into a puddle of still-warm blood. Judging by the temperature it was
just recently spilt as well.

My whole body quaked as I followed the trail of to my parents' room. I swallowed hard,
almost hard enough to swallow my tongue, and...

I entered, seeing exactly what I had dreaded.

It was my mother, lying limply on the dirt floor with empty eyes and redness surrounding
her slender frame.

My lower lip trembled, my knees stopped working and I fell to the floor. My hands,
which I used to break the fall, were covered in my mother's crimson essence.

Not too long and forever afterward my father strode into the room, one of his hunting
spears in his hand, drenched in blood.

He picked up my mother's hand and pressed the spear's blade to her index finger until
it fell into her puddle of blood.

He grinned. "Now we'll never have to see that bitch again... even in the afterlife."

With watery eyes I stared at my mother. If her entire body wasn't intact she'd never
gain entry into the afterlife.

...We'd never see each other again...

The only one who ever cared for me...

I scooted in the blood to her body and ran a finger down her face. When I always used
to do that she would smile at me. Now she only stared blankly. She was gone.

And for the first time in my life, I cried...

***

I shook away the horrible memory, forced the door open, and shuffled over to the bed.

"Why are you crying?"