Author's Notes: My friend Infinite Legend is in love with Marik and Bronzingshipping so I made this for her. Hope you like it.
*A month after Yami Marik appeared for the first time and now Marik is on his own in the world trying to figure out what to do with his life.*
Marik lay on his bed wide awake and eyes open. He shivered slightly. The darkness felt like a weight on his chest. Even if he wanted to fall asleep he wouldn't have been able to with all the doubts about himself and his future swirling around in his mind. Where would he go? What would he do? What would he become?
Be calm, said a voice within his own head. Marik sat bolt right up in his bed. "What was that?" he whispered to himself. That would be me, the voice said. Marik jumped," Who are you?" He was hoping that he wouldn't recieve an answer. "I...am you."
Marik swallowed his fear, "If you are me then why don't I know you?" he asked his voice quivering. The voice chuckled, "You created me and then I was hidden away from you. Even now I can only manage to speak to you at certain times with the small amounts of energy that I am able to save up over time." Marik nodded trying to make sense of what the voice had just said. He involentarily shivered at the cold darkness. The voice spoke gently its sound soothing his fears away. "Are you afraid of the dark?" it asked. Marik nodded and the voice seemed to gain a body. It pulled Marik into its arms.
The voice's body looked like Marik's except for a different hairstyle and a glowing eye on its his strange appearance Marik lay contented in his arms. It was like the spirit was someone he had known his whole life. Someone who was closer to him than even Odion. Someone who loved him. Marik let a tear fall from his eye at his fear of the dark and the future. The spirit held him tighter. "Do you not know how to proceed from here?" it asked. Marik looked up into the spirit's face and nodded.
"I will tell you. The Pharaoh, he is the source of all your misery. It is he who took everything away from you."Marik nodded slowly as the spirit stroked his hair. The thoughts took root in Marik's mind. The Pharaoh was why he suffered so. The spirit had to be right. It wouldn't lie to him. So the idea spread through him like an infectious disease to very nearly obcess him. The spirit seemed to know what was going on in Marik's mind. "That's right. Kill the Pharaoh. Take back what should be yours!' it urged. Marik nodded accepting what he had to do.
"Now sleep my love sleep," it spoke gently into Marik's ear like a whispering wind. Marik found his eyes growing heavy and that he wanted nothing more than to obey the spirit and sleep. So he did. As the spirit rocked him back and forth on the bed Marik dropped off to sleep with a contented sigh. The spirit leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead. And the next morning Marik woke finding himself wishing for just one more touch from the spirit.