A/N: Hello everyone! Cassandra-chan here. Well, this idea came to me when I was listening to a song dodges pointy objects called Sleeping Sun by Nightwish. I head the line "Sorrow has a human heart..." and immediately thought of Mariku (or Yami no Malik if you prefer). Well, this is just a short thing I wrote in American History because I had nothing to do and I really wanted to write this down. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: banishes the disclaimer to the Shadow Realm

Sorrow Has A Human Heart

I turned my eyes to the midnight sky.

This night highly reminded me of the Shadow Realm. According to the calendar this is a new moon, where upon the moon does not keep a watchful eye on the night. The stars in the sky were carefully hidden behind the ebony clouds that blanketed the whole sky. The sea that lay before me was eerily still and made little noise to penetrate through the night. Everything was so dark.

It served a reminder of myself.

Rubbing my hands together for warmth I wrapped my arms around myself and sat down on the damp sand. This chill was highly uncomfortable. It never got this cold in Egypt. But of course, I only know that because I lived inside my hikari.

That is how I was born. From inside my hikari. Somewhere deep inside Malik Isthar I lay waiting and watched every painful thing he had to go through and I felt it because I was those dark thoughts and emotions.

For that I am darkness itself.

It was destiny and fate that I became the world's darkness.

Picking up a smooth pebble I clenched it tightly for a few seconds until I threw it angrily into the ocean.

That is why I hate destiny.

Why must I be the vassal of darkness? Why not someone else? Let them be darkness.

Recently I've realized something that has made me hate the thing I had once prided myself on. Being darkness I have found out the core of it. The emotion that is the strongest. It isn't pain, because first you must feel something in order to feel pain.

Sorrow.

I never could understand it. All of the time I was inside of my hikari I only had the vaguest idea on what sorrow really was. I didn't know because he was the one who really felt it. I thought I knew every painful emotion perfectly, but now I know I'm wrong.

It all started when I, believe it or not, attempted to make "friends" with everyone. Especially with Malik.

But they will not accept me.

They do no want me.

For I am darkness and people fear me. They think I will kill them.

That is when I got my first actual taste of sorrow. I never realized it could hurt so much. I never knew that when salt water leaked from your eyes it hurt so much.

But can the darkness fell pain?

Can it be struck by its own core?

Is the darkness afraid of itself?

Am I afraid of me?

I hate this sorrow. I doesn't feel right. I don't like it all.

So now I wonder if sorrow is the same as darkness or if sorrow is greater than darkness. Which one is it? I may never know.

But as far as I know I am not only the vassal of darkness, but also the bringer of sorrow.

I hate this confusion.

I hate this feeling.

I hate this pain.

I hate this sorrow.

I hate this darkness.

I hate me.

No longer the end. I am continuing on with this.