MY SONGFIC COLLECTION
By Innocentchibi and Opal.
DISCLAIMER: yeah, I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any of the songs I use, which include songs by Linkin Park, Amy Studt, Evanescence, and Good Charlotte. I give full credit to these artists for the songs, and Kazuki Takahashi for creating Yu-gi-oh.
Authors' note(s): uh... Marik is the hikari, and Malik is the yami. Forgive us for any incorrect lyrics, we are doing this mainly from memory, and we haven't seen the very end of battle city yet so anything wrong there is unintentional. We're making these songfics into a collection rather than separate because... well... because. If you want to suggest anything, review, but no flames please. Remember to tell us what you think! Your contribution is important to us! Lol!
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Marik shifted his backpack on his shoulders and turned his head briefly to look at the road behind him. It stretched out like a ribbon, leading to the city that sparkled glassily in the late afternoon light. The white noise the traffic made was fading, slowly. The road Marik was taking only led into the hills where he knew a train station lay, tucked away. He had no idea of where he would go from there, basically he knew he wanted to get as far away from Domino city as possible. Away from domino, away from the pharaoh and his tagalongs, even away from Isis, his sister. However, he preferred not to think about it now, he preferred to stay Apathic, lest he begin to cry again, or give up, turn around and go back home.
Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No-one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they've played
Marik sat down beside the rusty train track he had been following for the last half-hour, and grabbed a museli bar from inside his hoody pocket. Biting into the honey-flavored oats, he peered back across the river he had crossed. That had been bad enough. When he had passed over the rushing water, he felt part of himself being left behind. Perhaps the sober, sane part of him. He took some time to contemplate how all his troubles had begun. Probably when he had finally gotten his body back from his yami, Malik. Even though he had promised to make up for everything, Isis had mistrusted him ever since, even though she had tried to mend their friendship Isis had become more and more distant until the two were like strangers. Marik had felt like he had lost his only friend in the entire world. Marik took the millennium rod from his belt, and immediately sensed Malik stirring awake. Deafening throbs of contempt nearly knocked him senseless, and anger flowed through his veins like fire. In a blind burst of fury, Marik stood up and raised the hand holding his rod.
"You wouldn't dare, WRETCH!" Malik declared, and with an ear-splitting wail, the hikari threw the relic as far and fast as he found it possible.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame to the grave
Isis lifted her head off the pillow; her tear-stained face a mask of anguish. How could she treat her own brother like that? When was the last time she had spoken to him like a true family member? She felt a pang of pain and guilt, and decided to try to have a heart-to-heart with Marik. The raven-haired woman opened her bedroom door and padded across the carpet to Marik's room, but when she opened the door the room was unoccupied. Looking around she quickly noticed the missing clothes, and open window, which led out onto the neighbor's roof. Her eyes widened more and more as she grew into a panic. She nearly missed the note stuck to the back of the door in her fear. It was addressed to her so she Tore it open and read the note that fell out aloud to herself.
"Isis... I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused for you and everyone else. I've thought about it and I decided I'm running away. I took some food and other stuff, including my deck, for luck. Tell your friends I am sorry for everything, and don't try to follow me, I'm not changing my mind. I love you, your brother. Marik."
Isis crumpled the paper with a sob and ran out of the room. Pausing only to slip on a pair of shoes and a coat, she ran out of the house, not knowing where to look but praying to every god she knew that she would find him before it was too late.
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
Marik was still thinking about what had happened when he reached the train station. It was slightly smaller than he would have liked, with only two people waiting on the platform. Marik almost regretted his decision to flee the city, but nevertheless purchased his ticket and sat down on an old rickety wooden bench. He felt thoroughly miserable. Try as he might, he couldn't remember far enough back to when he has been happy and his sister had still loved him. All he could remember was violence, fighting. He wished time would stop so he would never have to remember anything bad again.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame to the grave
Isis paused in her pursuit for breath, and leant against a wall weakly. Behind her, the sound of a small vehicle pulling over disturbed her rest. Isis turned to tell whoever it was to go away when she recognized one of Yuugi's friends.
"Honda! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing! What's wrong?" Honda aked her.
"My brother, he ran away!" Isis let out a strangled cry and burst into tears. Honda backed up a step, embarrassed. He hadn't meant to make her cry!
"Is there any way I can help?" He was trying to make amends now, Isis could see that, so she wiped her eyes, and suddenly had an Idea.
"Actually... there is!" Ignoring Honda's surprised look, Isis went over to the motorcycle and touched the seat thoughtfully. "Do you think... I could borrow this?" She asked shyly.
"Well, I don't see why not." Isis thanked Honda and took the helmet he offered o her gratefully. She only hesitated once before she got on, her hand resting once again on the seat.
'This is exactly the same type of vehicle Marik wanted to ride all those years ago, when he found that book!' she thought. 'I will make it up to you though, Marik. I'll get you back and become a better sister!' She took a deep breath, started the engine and took off, driving at speeds that would have made even Bakura and Marik cry in fear for their mommys.
Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside,
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
It's so much simpler than change
The train rattled into the station, admist the clanging and other sounds of the station. It creaked to a halt before Marik, who wrinkled his nose in disgust. The fuel smelt horrible! The train wasn't particularly flashy, compared to the domino underground, but he WAS running away, and it was the best he could afford for now. He reminded himself sternly that he could not change, and there was nothing left for him at home. Brushing away the feeling he was just being swept along with the tide, Marik instead pretended he was just going on holiday, like he used to dream when he was little and the darkness of the toomkeeper's lair got too much for him. The blonde Egyptian boy sat down in a window seat near the back, when he caught the strangest of sights out of the corner of his eye.
Isis nearly fell off the motorcycle, yanked off her helmet clumsily and stumbled onto the platform just as the train began to move. 'Please let Marik be somewhere else, please don't let Marik be on the-' She caught sight of her brother in one of the windows, open-mouthed in amazement. Isis screamed and started to run along behind the train, which was picking up speed. Marik suddenly knew he had made a horrible mistake. Isis was forced to stop running abruptly as the platform ended, and Marik all but leapt to the back window, frantically looking for his sister.
Isis stared at the train as it swept away her brother, last remaining family member, and her best friend. Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees.
Marik slammed his fist against the window, which did not break but shuddered violently. His shoulders shook with unshed tears, and he also dropped to his knees. Both Marik and Isis looked up hollowly and bid their farewells, knowing they would never see each other again.
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
Chibi: I dunno why... but I think I'm gonna cry now!
Opal: ;; poor Marik!
Marik: my sister kicks ass on a motorbike!
Isis: T.T;
All: R&R PLEASE!!!