Nine Forever

Told from Marik's (Hikari's) POV.

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I can feel the glyphs on my back. They sting, pulse, tingle. A constant reminder of my tenth birthday. It seems such a long time ago…

7 years ago, I had the honor of being bound and gagged, forced onto a cold, hard table, and had a scorching hot knife plunged into my back. The intricate designs forever burned into my flesh.

That day was the day that forever changed my life. I felt a sick hatred, one never felt before. I had power, a dangerous power, and a shiny new weapon at my disposal. Oh, the glorious feeling. Something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Revenge.

I would get revenge on the father that wronged me in so many ways, forcing their child into darkness. I fear the dark like no other. He might not have known then, but he does now. As he sits wallowing in a dark hell, perhaps he cries; knowing that he could have been spared.

Everyone likes to think it was my yami's will, as they call him. The dark personality bore just to take away my pain was of my own creation. He could not have acted as he did without my consent.

It was my inner-most desire to have that wretched man gone from this earth, and it was my darker half that granted me this wish. I led everyone on to believe that I had no control over my actions, but I did. Everything that my yami has ever done for me, I have been conscious. I have willed it to happen at one point in my life. For this I am a bad person, however, I am very willing to accept responsibility. No mortal judgment could condemn me for my wrong-doings; my fate has been set higher for the gods to do with as they please.

Now that I feel remorse towards my father's death, I keep wishing. Wishing harder that maybe I can turn back to age nine, and stay that way forever. Before it all happened. Before the pharaoh's will, before my broken family, before the bloodshed.

Age nine; a final year of blissful innocence.