Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The End ❯ The End-Marik ( Chapter 3 )
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By: The Shinagami Tenshi 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Updated On: 07.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 199 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Updated On: 07.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 199 | Status: Completed
Marik sat quietly staring out the window, his hikari had left earlier to meet his friend. So Marik stayed at home, although Ryou was fun to be around, if he was happy, the midget kid Marik didn't like at all, so he opted not to join his other half and stay home.
It was late when Malik got home. He wondered around the flat looking for his yami, but he couldn't find him. Marik seemed to have disappeared. Malik sighed as he sat down in his big chair and watched as it started to rain out side. 'Well, shit. how can I ask him if he's not even home?' Malik vented to himself. It was then that a small noise caught his attention. It sounded almost like a contented sigh. Malik turned in the chair and looked over the back, there lying asleep on the couch was Marik. 'He looks so sweet when he's asleep' Thought Malik as he watched his sleeping yami.
Quietly Malik got up off the chair and crawled over to where Marik was lying. smiling to himself he climbed up on the couch too and cuddled up with Marik. Soon Malik was asleep too, easily being lulled by the sound of the rain outside.
It was hours later when Malik awoke whimpering from the lightning now crashing outside. He felt Marik's arms around him, cooing him to relax. Malik leaned into the strong embraces and berried his face into Marik's chest. "What's wrong little one?" Marik asked softly as he pushed some of Malik's hair away from his face.
"I hate the sound of thunder, it scars me." Malik confessed to his yami.
"Hmmm......Well, we all have to be afraid of something now don't we?" Marik asks as he stroked Malik's soft hair.
"Yami, can I ask you something?" Malik whispered out.
"Sure, what is it, little one?"
Malik took a deep breath to steady himself before asking he oh so important question. "Marik...How did you die?" Malik ask quietly.
"You don't really want to know, koi." Marik said looking away form his hikari.
"I do Marik. Please, tell me." Malik pleaded softly as not to anger the spirit.
Marik just got a very sad look in his eyes before he let out a deep sigh and pulled Malik even closer to him. "You really want to know?" Marik asked his hikari again.
"Yes." Malik whispered before they were both transported inside Marik's soul room.
Marik lead Malik through his mind until they came upon a black door. Marik looked at his 'little one' one last time before opening it.
They both stood inside a dark room. A woman was screaming at Marik, and a boy that looked like him. "Who is that?" Malik whispered to his yami.
"Ardes, he's my older brother." Marik said looking thoughtfully at the boy standing next to him.
Before Malik could say anything they were moving. Ardes and Marik were running through the corridors of this dark places. Ardes kept pushing Marik ahead of him as they ran, not letting him fall behind. The screams of other people could be heard. The fear was written across both of their faces.
The door must have been close, for the two brothers hurried their step and seemed more confident when they made it passed one bend. That was until something came out of the shadows and sliced Ardes across the side. His scream echoed off the stone walls. Marik turned and watched in horror as the dying figure was struck again in the back by an axe. Before the blade struck him though he had enough time to scream for Marik to run.
The sound of cutting flesh and bone could be heard, along side Ardes' screams, as Marik ran for the exit.
When he finally got out it was dark and Marik collapsed to the ground in a fit of tears for his fallen brother. He then came to his senses when the voices of people from inside the temple could be heard.
Marik set off running. The fear of death and the want of revenge seeming to be the only things keeping his legs moving. The sky grew light as Marik neared a city. He looked tired and worn out. There was blood on his skin from injuries. His face was covered with dirt that had become stuck to the tear streaked cheeks.
In the end it was all in vain. The men showed up and trapped him. His tears fell as the closed in on him. They lifted him off the ground and took him to a beautiful place. There were gilded poles all around him, and they tired each wrist to a post. One of them then pulled out a knife and started to cut. The man reopened all of the carving on Marik's back. As Marik looked up a woman could be seen. A woman with one black eye and one lavender, like Marik's and something in her hand.
"Hello Marik." she said, her voice too smooth.
"You!! Why are you doing this?!?!" He screamed to her. "Why have you done this to my family?"
"Because you have power child; that is why." She smiled. "I have a gift for you." she placed what was in her hands on the ground in front of her.
The two lavender eyes sat there and Marik tears started again. His brother had always said the best part of who he was were his eyes. Now they were sitting in front of Marik.
"How could you?" The tears making Marik's face blotchy and red.
The lady just smiled and walked away.
Marik was left there in the sun. He was sure he would die there, and obviously so did Malik as he stood next to Marik.
However fate likes to add its twists. Marik was sure he would die, he could feel his blood boiling. He was out of tears and sweat and wanted nothing more than to die, so why wouldn't the fates let him?
The answer came the next day in the form of a white haired thief.
Bakura had been running all night and was heading for a place to rest when he came down the cliff to Marik's side. "Marik!?!" Bakura yelled as he picked up he pace so he could cut down the suffering boy.
"Kura, I didn't think I would see you again." Marik said. His voice sounded sour and forced.
"Can you walk?" Bakura asked him as he helped him to his feet. "Come." He whispered to Marik as he took his arm.
Malik watched them slowly walk towards their destination. They were both silent and both look so weary and sad.
The oasis Bakura took Marik was a beautiful one. The laid down by the water and rested their dying bodies.
Marik watched as Bakura fell asleep. He looked out on the water that was flowing beside them. The tears didn't take long to surface. He was alone, the only person left, who ever showed him kindness was Bakura. He soon grew tired and laid down on Bakura's chest, the tears still streaming out of his lavender eyes. He didn't speak until Bakura woke up and looked down at him.
"Why are we still going on Bakura? I want it to end so much." He whimpered out. All he wanted was to join those he loved in death, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Ardes's spirit would be trapped in the temple where he lost his life, and Hetomi, his little sister would be locked in the physical shadow realm for all time, as long as the seals held.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard Bakura voice.
"I have a way out." Bakura whispered into his hair as he pulled them back so that he could sit up.
"Really?" He asked, his voice full of frailty and pain.
Bakura pulled out a small vile and looked at Marik. "One drink and you will never have to hurt again. You will be free." He said as he handed to vile to Marik.
Marik took the vile and drowned half of it's contents before handing the vile to Bakura. After Bakura drank the rest of the vile he rested his head back on the tree behind him. Marik watched his once lover and decided if he was to die, best to make it pleasant. Slowly he leaned up and kissed Bakura, one last time.
"I love you." Marik whispered when they broke apart. Laying his head on Bakura's shoulder, as he tried to will his tears away.
"I love you too." Bakura whispered back as he stroked Marik's soft blond hair. Marik could feel the wetness of Bakura's tears sink into the tangled mass of hair.
They Lay they for what seemed like ever as their breaths slowed and their hearts stopped.
Marik died there in the arms of someone he had once loved. He was finally free, free of the evil that had plagued his life. Free from the life he hated. Nothing could hurt him anymore. He made a promise before to himself before he was completely gone. He promised that should he ever return to the world of the living that he would take control and make sure nothing like this ever happened again, that no one would ever be hurt like he was ever again. Those were his dying thoughts.
As the two passed from this world to the next their souls were carried away. Bakura's becoming trapped in the ring. Marik's traveled a great distance to be fused into the rod. The instrument used to take his brothers life, and steal what was precious to him.
Marik turned slowly so he could look as his crying Hikari. Reaching out Marik pulled Malik to him kissing his gently on the forehead he took Malik out of the horrid memory.
The two of them lay together for a long time, just letting the tears fall freely. Neither one of them saying anything. The only sound that could be heard was the crash of thunder outside and the sniffling from the tears falling.
The next day the three hikari's met as the mall to talk about what they had seen. None of them felt really great about knowing. All three of them looked tired and out of tears. They didn't say too much after they said what happened. So they decided to go home. If only they had known who stood listening to them.
Note: Thank you for waiting so long for this. Damn these are hard to write. There will be a sequel to this, kind of. Look for a Story called: The Beginning.hope you enjoyed this. Please tell me what you think, and sorry for the delay on this one.
It was late when Malik got home. He wondered around the flat looking for his yami, but he couldn't find him. Marik seemed to have disappeared. Malik sighed as he sat down in his big chair and watched as it started to rain out side. 'Well, shit. how can I ask him if he's not even home?' Malik vented to himself. It was then that a small noise caught his attention. It sounded almost like a contented sigh. Malik turned in the chair and looked over the back, there lying asleep on the couch was Marik. 'He looks so sweet when he's asleep' Thought Malik as he watched his sleeping yami.
Quietly Malik got up off the chair and crawled over to where Marik was lying. smiling to himself he climbed up on the couch too and cuddled up with Marik. Soon Malik was asleep too, easily being lulled by the sound of the rain outside.
It was hours later when Malik awoke whimpering from the lightning now crashing outside. He felt Marik's arms around him, cooing him to relax. Malik leaned into the strong embraces and berried his face into Marik's chest. "What's wrong little one?" Marik asked softly as he pushed some of Malik's hair away from his face.
"I hate the sound of thunder, it scars me." Malik confessed to his yami.
"Hmmm......Well, we all have to be afraid of something now don't we?" Marik asks as he stroked Malik's soft hair.
"Yami, can I ask you something?" Malik whispered out.
"Sure, what is it, little one?"
Malik took a deep breath to steady himself before asking he oh so important question. "Marik...How did you die?" Malik ask quietly.
"You don't really want to know, koi." Marik said looking away form his hikari.
"I do Marik. Please, tell me." Malik pleaded softly as not to anger the spirit.
Marik just got a very sad look in his eyes before he let out a deep sigh and pulled Malik even closer to him. "You really want to know?" Marik asked his hikari again.
"Yes." Malik whispered before they were both transported inside Marik's soul room.
Marik lead Malik through his mind until they came upon a black door. Marik looked at his 'little one' one last time before opening it.
They both stood inside a dark room. A woman was screaming at Marik, and a boy that looked like him. "Who is that?" Malik whispered to his yami.
"Ardes, he's my older brother." Marik said looking thoughtfully at the boy standing next to him.
Before Malik could say anything they were moving. Ardes and Marik were running through the corridors of this dark places. Ardes kept pushing Marik ahead of him as they ran, not letting him fall behind. The screams of other people could be heard. The fear was written across both of their faces.
The door must have been close, for the two brothers hurried their step and seemed more confident when they made it passed one bend. That was until something came out of the shadows and sliced Ardes across the side. His scream echoed off the stone walls. Marik turned and watched in horror as the dying figure was struck again in the back by an axe. Before the blade struck him though he had enough time to scream for Marik to run.
The sound of cutting flesh and bone could be heard, along side Ardes' screams, as Marik ran for the exit.
When he finally got out it was dark and Marik collapsed to the ground in a fit of tears for his fallen brother. He then came to his senses when the voices of people from inside the temple could be heard.
Marik set off running. The fear of death and the want of revenge seeming to be the only things keeping his legs moving. The sky grew light as Marik neared a city. He looked tired and worn out. There was blood on his skin from injuries. His face was covered with dirt that had become stuck to the tear streaked cheeks.
In the end it was all in vain. The men showed up and trapped him. His tears fell as the closed in on him. They lifted him off the ground and took him to a beautiful place. There were gilded poles all around him, and they tired each wrist to a post. One of them then pulled out a knife and started to cut. The man reopened all of the carving on Marik's back. As Marik looked up a woman could be seen. A woman with one black eye and one lavender, like Marik's and something in her hand.
"Hello Marik." she said, her voice too smooth.
"You!! Why are you doing this?!?!" He screamed to her. "Why have you done this to my family?"
"Because you have power child; that is why." She smiled. "I have a gift for you." she placed what was in her hands on the ground in front of her.
The two lavender eyes sat there and Marik tears started again. His brother had always said the best part of who he was were his eyes. Now they were sitting in front of Marik.
"How could you?" The tears making Marik's face blotchy and red.
The lady just smiled and walked away.
Marik was left there in the sun. He was sure he would die there, and obviously so did Malik as he stood next to Marik.
However fate likes to add its twists. Marik was sure he would die, he could feel his blood boiling. He was out of tears and sweat and wanted nothing more than to die, so why wouldn't the fates let him?
The answer came the next day in the form of a white haired thief.
Bakura had been running all night and was heading for a place to rest when he came down the cliff to Marik's side. "Marik!?!" Bakura yelled as he picked up he pace so he could cut down the suffering boy.
"Kura, I didn't think I would see you again." Marik said. His voice sounded sour and forced.
"Can you walk?" Bakura asked him as he helped him to his feet. "Come." He whispered to Marik as he took his arm.
Malik watched them slowly walk towards their destination. They were both silent and both look so weary and sad.
The oasis Bakura took Marik was a beautiful one. The laid down by the water and rested their dying bodies.
Marik watched as Bakura fell asleep. He looked out on the water that was flowing beside them. The tears didn't take long to surface. He was alone, the only person left, who ever showed him kindness was Bakura. He soon grew tired and laid down on Bakura's chest, the tears still streaming out of his lavender eyes. He didn't speak until Bakura woke up and looked down at him.
"Why are we still going on Bakura? I want it to end so much." He whimpered out. All he wanted was to join those he loved in death, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Ardes's spirit would be trapped in the temple where he lost his life, and Hetomi, his little sister would be locked in the physical shadow realm for all time, as long as the seals held.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard Bakura voice.
"I have a way out." Bakura whispered into his hair as he pulled them back so that he could sit up.
"Really?" He asked, his voice full of frailty and pain.
Bakura pulled out a small vile and looked at Marik. "One drink and you will never have to hurt again. You will be free." He said as he handed to vile to Marik.
Marik took the vile and drowned half of it's contents before handing the vile to Bakura. After Bakura drank the rest of the vile he rested his head back on the tree behind him. Marik watched his once lover and decided if he was to die, best to make it pleasant. Slowly he leaned up and kissed Bakura, one last time.
"I love you." Marik whispered when they broke apart. Laying his head on Bakura's shoulder, as he tried to will his tears away.
"I love you too." Bakura whispered back as he stroked Marik's soft blond hair. Marik could feel the wetness of Bakura's tears sink into the tangled mass of hair.
They Lay they for what seemed like ever as their breaths slowed and their hearts stopped.
Marik died there in the arms of someone he had once loved. He was finally free, free of the evil that had plagued his life. Free from the life he hated. Nothing could hurt him anymore. He made a promise before to himself before he was completely gone. He promised that should he ever return to the world of the living that he would take control and make sure nothing like this ever happened again, that no one would ever be hurt like he was ever again. Those were his dying thoughts.
As the two passed from this world to the next their souls were carried away. Bakura's becoming trapped in the ring. Marik's traveled a great distance to be fused into the rod. The instrument used to take his brothers life, and steal what was precious to him.
Marik turned slowly so he could look as his crying Hikari. Reaching out Marik pulled Malik to him kissing his gently on the forehead he took Malik out of the horrid memory.
The two of them lay together for a long time, just letting the tears fall freely. Neither one of them saying anything. The only sound that could be heard was the crash of thunder outside and the sniffling from the tears falling.
The next day the three hikari's met as the mall to talk about what they had seen. None of them felt really great about knowing. All three of them looked tired and out of tears. They didn't say too much after they said what happened. So they decided to go home. If only they had known who stood listening to them.
Note: Thank you for waiting so long for this. Damn these are hard to write. There will be a sequel to this, kind of. Look for a Story called: The Beginning.hope you enjoyed this. Please tell me what you think, and sorry for the delay on this one.