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Malik By: Amphitrite (papervanity@gmail.com) Rated: PG-13 Summary: A brief look into a
few characters' heads. (Hikari) Free. I am free. My spirit is finally at
place. I am in control of my own body and I may now do as I wish. This
feeling is something that I have never experienced before. I have always been
restrained, chained to the rules and traditions of my heritage. But not anymore. Nevertheless, something is still amiss.
Something...something is wrong. This doesn't feel right. *I* don't feel
right. I'm not sure what this foreign feeling means...I just feel kind of... Unbalanced. As if something is missing and I have too
much of something else. Oh, Ra, I sound idiotic, don't I? I just can't
identify this odd feeling, but I am certain that I'm not supposed to feel
this way. Unsettled. Unwhole. But why? Is it because I no longer possess
the Sennen Rod? Is it because I handed my Sennen Item over to Yuugi? I
doubt it. It wasn't like I had a spiritual bond with the Item, anyway. It was
just...a tool. Anou...why do I feel so...unsettled,
un-peaceful? Am I unsatisfied? No, that can't be it. I was just rid of my
other self; I should not feel this way. This can't have anything to do with
*him* though, right? No…it has nothing to do with that...thing. Demo...what the hell is this damned
feeling? (Yami) Damn him! Fucking bastard. I can't believe
had the nerves to do that to me! Stupid Omote no Malik. This is all his fault. And that stupid Yuugi-Pharaoh too. Damn all of them! They were supposed
to be *mine*! But *no*... Malik, how could you have surrendered? How the
fuck could you have banished me like that? You fucking sacrificed me to the
Darkness. It should have been the other way around, damn it! And now I sit here in the middle of the
Shadow Realm, chained to a damn wall--which isn't even exactly a wall. And
I'm stuck here, chained for eternity. I hate you all. (Servant) I watch Malik as
I lean against the doorway, a glass of water in my hands. He looks especially
thoughtful. Soft lavender eyes are locked on the wall, even though I know
he's not even seeing it. There's a slight sense of sadness upon his young
face. He blinks for a moment before, without
moving, saying, "Hello, Rishid." I jump a little and the water in the glass
splashes around. I quickly walk over to him and hand him the water. "For
you, Malik-sama," I say respectively, "I
apologize for the spill, but I'll go get something to clean it up now." Malik takes the glass appreciatively and smiles. He
shakes his head, looking up at me. "Don't worry about it, Rishid. Come sit with me." He pats the spot next to
him. I nod hesitantly and sit next to him on the bed. I wonder what he's
thinking about. Though I want to, I don't ask. If Malik
wants to tell me, he will. "Rishid?"
he asks quietly. "Yes, Malik-sama?" "Tell me about Mother." I smile softly. Malik
has asked me this several times, but he never tires of hearing about his kaasan. He, like myself, never met his birth mother.
"Of course, Malik-sama." I shift slightly
in my seat. "Our mother was a wonderful woman. She cared most about her
family and..." My mouth continues talking, but I retreat
into the back of my mind and into a world of remembrance. * Rishid walked over to Ishtar-san's
bed, a frightened four-year-old Isis holding his hand nervously. "Okaasan?" "Rishid...I
won't be able to stay in this world for much longer. I...I want you to take
good care of yourself. And...watch over Isis and my newborn son for me."
She closed her eyes for a moment and Rishid thought
that she was gone. But the dark-haired woman opened her eyes again, her own
pair of green eyes meeting Rishid's. "I received a Vision from the gods
the other night. It was terrible. Some...something will happen to my husband
when my son reaches the age of ten. I won't go into detail; I haven't got the
strength. But be careful, please, Rishid.
Goodbye..." She lifted a hand up, but when Rishid reached out to hold her hand, it fell limp by her
unmoving body. * 'Something will happen to my husband when
my son reaches the age of ten.' Rishid shivered. Those words had haunted his
dreams for several years. An entire decade. And even after the event, it
still scared him. Then again, who *wouldn't* be scared? She had known. Ishtar-san had *known*. She had known that her husband would be
killed... Killed by his son's hands. She had *known* that her son would murder
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