A/N: Okay, so I read this yugioh thiefshipping doujinshi titled, "Mayonaka wa Junketsu" recently, and lemme tell ya, that's some pretty intense stuff. So I thought to myself, "Wow, this would be soo cool if this was a fanfic story," and so (without the artist's permission... because Idk who the artist is nor do I know how to contact him/her), I've decided to write that fanfic. And also, because I have nothing better to do, I am going to make a disclaimer:
I do not own the main jist of Mayonaka wa Junketsu. I just took the idea to prolong it into a decent fanfic.
Also, I don't own anything yugioh related. I'm just writing it out. lol
If you haven't read Mayoneka wa Junketsu (and you're a fan of thiefshipping and hard yaoi), then go look it up (Although it's in Japanese). I was lucky enough to find the English translation on Innocent Midnight's page, but it relentlessly slowed my laptop down in the process, so if you dare yourself, go on it (Although that might have just been my laptop being a douche to me).
But ENOUGH TALK! READ! lol

I have spent my entire childhood life in isolation and sadness. For nineteen years, I have slaved under the rules of my father and his tyrannic ways. His rules were simple enough to follow: never go outside. Never be happy. Never smile. And always protect the pharoah's tomb. But what good would it do me? I was too curious. I liked to run around, but there was never any space for me to do so. I wanted to breathe fresh air but instead, I was given the stifling atmosphere of the keep. A stillborn child could have enjoyed life far better than I; a life without misery or sorrow or painful scars... and the scars my father gave me were not just emotional ones.
They were physical too.
But they were not natural scars.
They were carved into me...
Scars to help keep a part of the ancient ritual with me... to make the pharaoh's tomb a part of me.
Everywhere I walked, everywhere I slept, everywhere I ate, my life's curse stayed with me forever.
For years, I wished for a way out of my own hellish home, a chance for freedom, but nothing seemed to listen to my cries for help.
Until today...

During the afternoon prayers in the central hall, my father started acting... peculiar. I didn't take notice of his constant coughing about, but it had turned into something much worse. It soon became hacking and wheezing , and then I caught a glimpse of Father's blood sliding down his chin.

Odion was the first to react.

"Father!" he shouted, "What's wrong?"

Even though Father coughed wildly, he still had enough strength left in him to shove Odion away, a normal affection he showed towards my brother constantly. He called for my sister, Ishizu, as she hurriedly came with some water and cloth. She helped him up and carried him away to his room while I just stood there surprised.
And even though my outward expression showed worry and concern, I was smiling brightly on the inside.

This would be my one and only chance to ever escape this life!

It didn't take long before Ishizu returned and told us our father had taken ill... but I didn't care.
I was going to escape tonight.
Whether anyone liked it or not.

Father was known to get sick on occasions... but he'd feel better the next day. So I wasn't going to risk waiting.

I proceeded to packing a few of my belongings (including the millenium rod), and was ready to head out into the happy unknown in the middle of the night.

Freedom... I couldn't believe it was finally this close...
And yet... it was still just an inch out of my reach.

"What are you doing, Marik?" my father asked sharply. who still had enough strength left in him to walk around the keep at his hour.

I froze up. I had one hand on the door to my freedom and the other wrapped around my small bag of belongings.
Dammit.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Marik." my father warned me sternly.

Fine. "If that's what you want," I began, "I'm leaving."

As expected, my father's eyes grew wide with anger.

"Marik," he said, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: never, under any circumstances, can you venture outside of this keep!"

"I'm sorry," I said, "But I just cannot sit back and live my life like this!"

"What are you talking about?" my father shouted in an offended tone, "You should be proud to be the next tombkeeper. You, me, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, and your many fathers before you, have all taken this responsibility with both pride and honor. We have all accepted our fate!"

"I shall never let this be my fate!" I shouted back.

My father suddenly gave me a look that I had never seen in all my years as a child.
I saw his fear for me.
His expression no doubt showed anger towards me, but I managed to find a small glimpse of worry in his eyes... it was worry for what might become of me, should I leave the walls of the keep. At this point, he and I had awoken both Odion and Ishizu as they made their way down to the keep's gate, staring bewildered at the two of us.

"Y-y... you'll regret those words Marik," he said.

"I've heard enough! I'm tired of living in this hole! I'm leaving to Japan and that's that!" I said annoyed.

With those words, I pushed open the heavy doors of the keep and immediately felt the cool breeze of the sand's air whip at my face.

My first taste of fresh air...

"Wait, Marik!" Father shouted towards me again, "The external world is dangerous! A tombkeeper can never make a steady living out there! You wouldn't last a mere week trying to survive on your own!"

"Well then, won't you be proud of me when I become the first tombkeeper to survive more than a week in the external world!" I replied sarcastically, turning to face him again quite enraged.

I saw that he had his hand up in a slightly foreboding manner, both warning me and fearing for me at the same time.
But my mind was already made up.
I was leaving, heading out into the unknown dangers and excitements of the external world that I knew little about.
The last I remember hearing from my father was my name being called over and over again.
But I ignored everything else as I headed towards the nearest place of civilization. Despite not knowing much of anything in the outside world, it had become instinct to seek out places that had mass amounts of people. Though I had never stepped foot into a city or a town or even a village before, I had constantly read about them in my daily studies (That was the only knowledge I had with me about the outside world. It became my only means of defense in the world).

But it didn't matter.
I was finally going to make my own way in the world and prove my father wrong about the outside world. Out here, I was going to be more than just a tombkeeper...

DT: Ok so ya, that's chapter one for you. This first chapter is mostly made up by me, and a few snippets of dialogue from the manga was used, but later on, it should be a lot more like the manga. Anywho, review cuz I'm trying a new style of writing (First person). I've always loved first person stories, but found it extremely difficult, cuz I like to go inside all of my characters' heads and read their thoughts, even if it's for a little bit. lol

Oh, and P.S. Does anyone know if Egypt has airlines that go directly to Japan?