Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you! Everything belongs to Kazuki Takahash, except maybe the plot, but only just.
Prologue
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4.35. College should be ending right about now, Marik thought to himself as he sat staring at the large plastic clock positioned on the wall opposite. The room was sterile white which became uncomfortable to look at after a prolonged period of time. There was a lone chair placed in one of the corners of the room but Marik preferred the floor, with him curled up as tightly as possible, minimising the amount of space he took up.
A shadow passed over as a stranger appeared at the door.
"Mr Ishtar if you would come this way please," It said opening the door and motioning for him to get up. The voice was cold and distant. It matches the room Marik thought as he was handcuffed with his hands behind his back and lead out into an equally formal looking corridor. People in uniform hurried past, some carrying stacks of important looking papers others escorting detainees just like him. From every corner the blank stares of CCTV cameras followed his progress displaying his image to yet another anonymous figure behind a TV screen. Marik felt he should be used to that by now but it still made him feel uneasy. The idea that anyone could be watching and judging made him feel sick to his stomach.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally came to a door with the words "Interview room 4" written on the front. It was opened, a firm hand propelled him inside and the door shut with an audible click.
In contrast with the white room, this one was much darker with a table and three chairs, positioned either side of it, bolted to the centre. Marik was lead over to one and roughly pushed down onto it. Normally he would have resisted being treated in this manner but all the fight had been drained out of him when he had been locked in a cell with the realisation that there was no taking back what had been done. Hell, he could barely believe what had happened. He didn't regret it though, not for a minute, that bastard had had it coming for years, maybe he hadn't deserved quite what Marik had done but after a point it had been too difficult to stop.
"And we could do it again, couldn't we?" Whispered a small dark part of Marik's mind causing Marik to physically jump, earning him a glare and a shove back down by the policeman standing next to his chair. However the man's expression did soften somewhat when he saw the distressed look on the teenager's face.
"What the hell do you want?" Marik snapped back, not caring what the man next to him thought.
At that, the voice in Marik's head chuckled softly. "That's not a very nice way to greet someone, one day they might take offence and you wouldn't want that would you my little hikari?"
"Just leave me alone, I don't think I can deal with you at the moment," Marik said as he lay his head down on the cool metal of the table in front of him, his long golden hair fanning around his face.
"Whatever you say hikari, but you will owe me for this." The voice said and disappeared into one of the corners of Marik's mind. He wasn't gone though, he never left, he just lay dormant watching and waiting.
Marik sighed heavily and shifted his position slightly in an effort to make himself slightly more comfortable. His arms were beginning to really ache now and there was a dull throb from his ribs alongside a cut lip and a black eye from when he had been tackled to the ground by his older brother just before the police had turned up.
There was a creak and the door of the room swung open revealing a tired looking old man accompanied by a much younger and more severe looking woman. Marik didn't even bother to look up from his position on the table as the two newcomers took their seats opposite him.
"Mr Ishtar sit up please," the woman said in clipped tones as she tucked some of her long blonde hair behind her ears, out of her dark purple eyes. "The sooner you comply with our requests the sooner this can be over."
Marik made no effort to get up, he was sick of listening to people boss him around.
Frowning slightly the woman motioned to the policeman behind Marik to force him into an upright sitting position. Marik winced slightly as the action irritated his battered body but allowed himself to be pulled up, glaring defiantly at his captors causing the older man to look down guiltily and the woman to raise an eyebrow.
"Well now that we have your full attention, my associate and I would like to ask you a few
questions," the woman said shuffling the papers she had placed on the table. "You can call me officer Kujaku and the man sitting next to me is officer Mutou." The man next to her gave a weak smile as his name was mentioned. Marik just continued sitting resolutely silent.
Officer Kujaku pushed a photograph across the table so that Marik could clearly see what was it was of. "I would like you to identify that object please," she said leaning back and surveying the boy, watching for a reaction.
Marik stared at the piece of paper in front of him, it showed one of the many priceless Egyptian artefacts his dad had been very keen on collecting, claiming that they would help the Ishtar family reconnect to their lost Egyptian roots. This particular artefact had always been his favourite, it was a long golden rod with a winged ball on the top and the raised image of an eye on one side of the ball. The bottom part of the rod's shaft acted as a sheath for the blade that was attached and seamlessly fitted so that, unless you know what you were looking for, it would seem that the knife never existed. In the picture the blade was unsheathed and thickly coated in blood with a single bloody hand print distinctly showing on the upper part of the handle displaying where it had been gripped.
"I refuse to answer any questions until you have taken my handcuffs off," Marik stated, staring directly into the female officer's eyes, they were really started to hurt him now, his shoulder muscles felt like they were on fire.
"I am sorry Mr Ishtar but I can't allow that," officer Kujaku said calmly. "Due to the serious nature of the crime you have been accused of and the manner in which you were brought into the station, I believe that for the safety of my colleagues and I it is best to leave you partially restrained. Be thankful that full restraints were not used, and now please identify the object in the picture for us."
"It's the Millennium Rod," Marik mumbled, clenching and unclenching his hands.
Officer Kujaku nodded, satisfied with his answer while her partner scribbled a few note in the file he was holding. "And now can you please describe, in your own words, how it got in the condition you see in the photograph?"
"I-I killed my father with it," Marik whispered as dark memories of rage and blood lust filled his mind. "I-I think I enjoyed it too, the crimson liquid splattered everywhere as I drove the knife deeper and deeper into his body. I could feel his organs puncturing one by one and... and he couldn't stop me, no one could!"
Marik was shaking by the time he finished talking, tears pouring down his tanned cheeks.
Officer Mutou finished what he was writing, leaned over the table and patted the weeping boy's shoulder comfortingly. "It's ok lad, it's all over now. Things may look bleak, but I assure you we'll do everything we can to make it easier for you."
Marik nodded and attempted to wipe his streaming eyes on his sleeves.
Sighing, officer Kujaku stood up. " I think that's all we will need from you today Mr Ishtar, please stand so that you can be escorted back to your cell."
Once the teenager had left, officer Kujaku stretched and yawned. "Well that could have gone a lot worse,"
"Hmm, I still think there's a lot more to this, you saw what he was like when they brought him in, wild, like a rabid dog. Some of our biggest lads were barely able to get him into his cell." Officer Mutou said as him carefully placed the pieces of paper on the table into the file he was holding.
"Well I'm just glad he wasn't like that when we talked to him, he confessed nice and easily so he should be out of our hair soon anyway."
"Do you know where they'll be sending him?" Officer Mutou asked as he held the door open for his female companion.
Officer Kujaku nodded to the older man and stepped through."I heard the psychologists talking and it seems like they want to send him to Domino Mental Institution instead of prison and, after looking at him and reading his file, I think I agree with their decision. There's defiantly something very wrong with his head."
"I guess the institute is the best place for him then. Poor lad, life has not been kind to him." Officer Mutou muttered as he closed the door behind him.
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