Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Worst Part of You ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Usually stuff…I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Warnings: dark themes and yaoi (yep…that includes lemons, too.)

Author's Notes: This, like many of the other things I've written, has been collecting dust bunnies, and my muses urged me to post at least a couple parts to see what people would think. Although this isn't my first YGO fic, it's certainly a first in many things…I'm opening myself up here, so please be gentle!

What it's about: Malik, of course. ^_^ I've become increasingly obsessed with him (though Ryou and Bakura are eternally my favorite), and I thought he deserved a fic that wasn't bashing or blatantly all about sex…though I'm partial to pairing him with Ryou for some strange reason. Anyway, not going to say too much more. This is only the beginning, so bare with me if it's too slow. It's actually rather interesting, and my goal is to make you realize what hell Malik went through his entire life…I think.

R&R…and most importantly, enjoy!

THE WORST PART OF YOU

Part One

Pain seared through his back, over his spine and to the base of his skull, burning harshly as his flesh was scorched away, the smell stinging his eyes and welding into his throat while skinny arms pulled roughly against the leather binds that held them in place. Rope twine dug into his thin, bony wrists, scarping them raw as he tried to escape his unwanted fate, and hot tears of anguish slid down his hollow cheeks, splashing onto the dirt floor as the fiery sensation moved over his left shoulder blade and lower towards the tiny dip in his skin. Blood flowed freely down his chin to dribble on his throat, as well as a the ground, from his teeth bursting the soft tissue of his lips, unwilling to cry out no matter how much it hurt.

Strength was a virtue.

Silence was a must…

A scream ripped from his lungs when the sharp object branding tattoos across him buried beneath the layers of his skin, cauterizing the exposed muscle and fluid welling up within the puncture wound. His teeth ground hard on his tongue, almost biting it in half, and the small boy tilted his head to the side, drowsiness overtaking him even as the pain subsided into an overwhelming darkness.

"Aa-perti…" A dim voice murmured around him, echoing against the thick sandstone blocks of the underground dwelling, almost chanting, in a heavy tone, words that made no sense to his delusional mind. "Makaoa-kha…" The resounding whispers faded into a deep buzzing, lulling him into a dreamless sleep plagued by the image of a future that remained elusive.

He dreamt-

* * *

Blondish-white hair hung limply in his face, stained with blood blacker than the night, and the youth staggered, tripping over his own feet as a sticky hand reached forward, striving for a touch of the real world, something that would prove he still existed in a place of solid objects, only to feel cold, hard ground beneath his trembling fingers as he sunk to the earth, unable to continue on, wishing that he would die.

He had lost all control over the situation.

It was no longer the game of fun and delight he had first thought it to be.

People, those he did not wish it upon, were dying -had died- and he could do nothing to stop it no matter how hard he strove to set things right. He felt weak and demoralized, a boy, hardly a man, caught between a sadistic humanity that wanted him and another that refused to accept what he had become.

His mind throbbed with agony, the imprints of another's hands marking him for masochistic pleasures not his own, and open abrasions on his exposed and rather tanned flesh bled freely, having been improperly attended to.

Scarring memories of those times were recent, minutes recent, but he wanted to forget them…forget them forever.

If it was that easy, he would have cried with relief, but it wasn't.

Nothing ever was…

"You are my slave! You serve only me! Is that clear, you worthless bitch?!" A sharp slap to his attempted stoic countenance brought on a wave of hard fought-back tears.

"I…I…"

"Say it! I own you…I own you, whore…I could easily replace you, but-" There was a dreaded pause, and hands immediately plunged into limp locks of pale ash, ripping his head back so that his neck snapped with an echoing pop. He grimaced and waited for the onslaught. "But…you're too much fun to play with."

"N-n-no…please…" Nails drew over his scalp and down his throat, leaving thin, bloody wells.

"Please? Please what, my slave?" Glistening violet eyes turned away from the amused smirk on the other's face, the face so much like his own and yet…so different.

"P-please…don't…" Fingers gripped his chin tightly, harshly turning it to force his gaze away from the wall he'd turned towards for refuge.

"Please what, my slave?" the sultrily addicting voice repeated, and the other could feel himself trembling beneath the scrutiny, fear making his heart beat faster and skin to shine with sweat.

"Please…DON'T HURT ME-"

A clap of ricocheting thunder jerked him from the trance with the forcefulness of the beating he'd received for confessing the truth, and tears seeped slowly from his shut eyes as the rain began to fall.

Strength was a virtue he no longer possessed.

The silence no longer was…

He faded away-

* * *

"Be careful!" The command went unheard, and the young boy of about ten scampered off into the passage of the tomb, chasing after the leather-bound ball that had vanished from sight. "Malik-" A sharp, frightened cry resonated back into intent ears, and the older youth raced into the surrounding darkness, searching for the little body that was his half brother. "Malik?"

He could hear crying and then a frightful hiss, one that alerted him to the situation even as he stepped onto the scene.

"RISHID!" his younger sibling sniffed, glistening tears sliding down his rounded cheeks. "Help me…it hurts!!" Obsidian eyes narrowed in on the petite fingers encasing an even smaller ankle, and Rishid, his loyalty stronger than his fear, walked forward, aware of the Egyptian Cobra coiled near Malik's leg, its tail rattling in warning.

"It's alright, Malik…stay calm and don't move," he commanded, inching closer to the trembling child who whimpered and gritted his teeth at the throbbing pain as the venom worked its way through him from the bite on his foot. Rishid eased down into a crouch, gathering up his brother, who clung to him tightly as he began to cry even more fiercely than before, and he moved away from the creature that, ironically, understood that they no longer were a threat.

The leather ball remained where it was as Rishid hurried to tend to the dangerous wound, hoping that he would not die.

Malik writhed and moaned on the bed, his perfect childhood skin marred with sweat and tears as the poison was drawn out, and he constantly yelled for his older sibling though he never left his side.

"I thought I told you to watch him?!" Rishid turned to stare at the man standing in the door when his voice shouted from across the room.

"Sir, I…" Malik's father grabbed him by the collar of his loose gown and threw him against the wall.

The small boy lying pale in his bed turned onto his back, eyes tightly shut in partial delirium.

"He is the only male blood in this family, and he must carry on our legacy while we wait for the pharaoh's return. What would you have done if he had died?!" he ranted, shaking Rishid hard enough to knock his head against the sandstone brick of the barrier behind him, and Malik's father continued on before he could answer. "Watch him…if he does die…his death will be yours…that's an order!"

Then, he was gone, and Rishid sunk to the ground, his hands over his face.

"B-brother," Malik whispered, his tiny fingers reaching out towards him while large, innocent violet eyes stared at him. "It was my fault…it was-"

Rishid was by him in less than a minute.

"Don't let your father hear you say that!" he chastised although he smiled softly at him. "No matter what happens…from now on, I'll protect you…keep you safe, Master Malik…"

"D-do you promise? Really promise, Rishid?"

Malik began to cry again.

"Yes…I will protect you…protect you forever-"

But…forever never came.

TBC-

A/N: Yeah…sappy, I know. I'm good at that. Um…some minor things to note:

(1) Yes, Malik's Yami (henceforth referred to as Marik (duh!)) is incredibly mean and sadistic. He enjoys causing pain, and he likes to do it…especially to his "weaker" half…this is my opinion;

(2) Having Rishid as Malik's "brother" increases the dramatic-ness (heh…not a word…) of the situation though he technically isn't related by blood;

(3) Flashbacks are taken from the actual show though the words may be "re-written" to suit my purpose. I'm evil;

(4) Ryou will make an appearance in the next chapter. I absolutely love him, but Malik is definitely growing on me.

Well, tell me what you thought! Loved it? Hated it? Please leave a review! It's gets A LOT better from here on out. ^_^

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