Musings.
A story for you all and Aseria who is using this for an audition. Malik (Yami Marik) is the star! Enjoy!
A leaf swirled round with the wind, creating a spiral effect. The wind left its dance with the leaf, leaving it to flutter to the ground, like a man might casually leave his first love for another without a second thought, in exchange for playing with the platinum blonde locks of the soul sat on mossy ground.
He had a lot to contemplate about, for he was no simple soul. No, he was one of the most complicated and reserved people to have possession of a Millennium Item.
Turning it over and over, he held it up to the sun, letting it sparkle, eyeing it with a childish curiosity.
He had no need for other companions. The mortals that trod on this earth had no mind of their own, believing in fantasies and fairytales that punished them when they were beaten down.
Smirking, the blonde yami of Marik Ishtar rolled onto his stomach, giving his senses the pleasure of coming alive. Malik Ishtar had been cooped up in the mind of his hikari via the Millennium Rod for far too long and having the taste of control again was delicious. The foolish boy had not fared well recently in a clash of wills and card games with him, especially seeing as though he'd gone crying to that idiotic Tomb Robber as well. Pathetic.
He definitely wasn't living up to his Tomb Keeper duties. His tanned hand moved slowly over the crumbled rocks, savouring their texture. No mortal could triumph over him. Most would die trying.
He liked that word. Die.
That blessed Pharaoh especially. If he could only get close enough and not be hindered by imbeciles, he would happily hack his host body to pieces. And then probably laugh cheerfully afterwards.
The cape he wore fluttered and his pale lavender eyes closed as he let the wind caress his cheek. His senses were on fire and it was all very overwhelming for the slightly psychotic yami. Oh needless to say, the hikari would be back and he'd have to put up with MORE ranting, MORE incessant questions and equal amounts of whining to boot. Just like when he sent that moronic blonde to the depths of her darkest secrets. He had heard nothing but complaints since then.
He didn't understand mortals. They didn't realise that they were the ones in the wrong, not him!
But maybe he was going about this the wrong way...
Malik shook his head fiercely, clearing his buzzing mind of the irritating thoughts that flitted through like flies at the scene of a road kill.
He liked that word too. Kill.
Ah yes, speaking of killing, there was a certain hikari's brother that needed to be disposed of, for he held the key to forcing him back inside his soul room, where he would rock in a corner in a room filled with eternal night...
It had to be stopped.
Plucking up the Millennium Rod and holding the golden sceptre of dark deeds close to him, like his very own child, Malik got up sighing and stretching, showing long, muscular limbs that were lean and brown, rumpling his dark black sleeveless t-shirt that showed his abs slightly, and giving the true extent of his pole-like height.
Being very tall had its advantages.
Cackling to the emptiness for a moment, Malik Ishtar set on his path to the large flying contraption, leaving behind an empty space and an imprint on the grassy-green moss. The place where he had just been, however, could, and would, tell the story of his passing, all about how a dark and vengeful yami reclined in peace for a day on its earth. A spirit that hurt others because he had been born out of evil emotions, and was hurt inside himself.
Sorry about the LittleKuriboh reference. Hope you all and Aseria like it!
