Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and I never will.
Yay! My first Malik fanfic that's actually good! ^.^ Or at least I think it's good. And I don't see why anyone would flame this, it's not offending! Is it? Well, review it if you wish, but my friend's got dead fish might come and hunt for you if you don't. XD
Malik walked slowly through the Egyptian cemetery. He hadn't been there for a while so he didn't know exactly what to look for. Actually, he was hoping he wouldn't find his father's grave at all. He continued to walk mindlessly around, it was a small cemetery, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a deep red rose. It was hard to tell one grave from another, the only lights were dim candles on random tombstones, set there by their friends and family before dusk.
Malik felt a sudden feeling that it was coming nearer. A burning feeling inside that was both comforting and disturbing. He looked around a bit and saw familiar tombstones that he remembered from when he was young, and straight ahead of him there was a medium sized opening with one brownish- gray rock sticking in the middle and a few smaller rocks around it. ('Maybe family pets,' Malik thought.) It was far away so he couldn't tell if it was his father's, or at least he didn't want to believe it was. He continued to walk silently through the night until he came close enough to his father's grave to see something he never thought he would see.
Sitting on the right side of the large stone was a small boy. He had long, blonde hair, a long sleeve tope shirt that was too big for him, and a pair of jeans. The child's face was hidden by dark shadows. Malik felt uncertain about the child, but continued to walk towards the stone. He walked until he was about five feet away then stopped.
'Who is that?' he thought.
Malik decided that the boy couldn't do anything to hurt him so he took a step forward. The boy's head rose. Then Malik could see his face. He had dark tanned skin and his eyes were closed. His hands were across his knees and were holding three face down cards. Even from afar Malik could tell they were Duel Monster cards.
Malik took his hand out of his pocket and continued to walk. Once he was two feet away from the grave the boy's eyes opened and looked around. They finally rested on Malik. His eyes were a gentle light blue, like the sky after it rains, when all of the dirt and smog has left the air and fallen to the Earth leaving a clear blue sky that gleams under the sunlight.
Malik realized something that he could not believe. The small child wasn't just some strange boy; it was himself as a child.
'A young me? But that's impossible!' Malik thought and clenched his fist. But he realized that he had just tightened his grip on the rose, making the thorns cut into his skin making him bleed. He dropped the blood covered rose which bounced and landed near the boy. Then the young Malik looked back down at his cards and closed his eyes.
The teenage Malik looked at the top of his hand; no blood was to be seen. But he turned his hand over to see that his tanned skin had been turned a deep red. The red didn't seem like it was really blood, it was the exact color of the deep, brick red rose that Malik had picked just outside of the cemetery. He knelt down in front of the grave and put his blooded palm on the grave. He closed his eyes and made his revenge wish again.
"I will kill the person who killed my father," he said aloud.
He didn't mean to cut his hand with the rose; he could've easily done it with the Millennium Rod although he hadn't planned to.
Malik took his hand off of the stone. It left a perfect imprint of his hand. When he looked at his hand, there was no blood to be seen. All that he could see were a few were a few deep scars on the palm of his hand. He looked to his right. The boy had disappeared.
Malik stood up and looked around on the ground. He couldn't find any footprints, like his younger self just vanished into thin air.
'Maybe I was hallucinating,' Malik thought.
Then a cool breeze blew and it made Malik's hair sway with the wind. Then he knew that he hadn't been seeing things, somehow. No matter how strange it seemed, he accepted the fact that there was a little him somewhere out there.
Yay! Now let's see what Malik has to say.
Mandee- Okay, you get one question.
Malik- Is there: 1) any Me/Bakura yaoi, 2) me dying, 3) me getting beat up, or 4) someone cutting my hair in the next chapters?
Mandee- Um, here's a list of the answers.
1-no
2-no
3-yes
4-no
Malik- Okay, I'll let you continue to write.
Mandee-I already know half of the 2nd chapter.
Malik-You do?
Mandee-Yah, but the rest of the chapters are unknown. Even to me!
Malik- -.-;; I'm going to go crazy…
Yay! My first Malik fanfic that's actually good! ^.^ Or at least I think it's good. And I don't see why anyone would flame this, it's not offending! Is it? Well, review it if you wish, but my friend's got dead fish might come and hunt for you if you don't. XD
Malik walked slowly through the Egyptian cemetery. He hadn't been there for a while so he didn't know exactly what to look for. Actually, he was hoping he wouldn't find his father's grave at all. He continued to walk mindlessly around, it was a small cemetery, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a deep red rose. It was hard to tell one grave from another, the only lights were dim candles on random tombstones, set there by their friends and family before dusk.
Malik felt a sudden feeling that it was coming nearer. A burning feeling inside that was both comforting and disturbing. He looked around a bit and saw familiar tombstones that he remembered from when he was young, and straight ahead of him there was a medium sized opening with one brownish- gray rock sticking in the middle and a few smaller rocks around it. ('Maybe family pets,' Malik thought.) It was far away so he couldn't tell if it was his father's, or at least he didn't want to believe it was. He continued to walk silently through the night until he came close enough to his father's grave to see something he never thought he would see.
Sitting on the right side of the large stone was a small boy. He had long, blonde hair, a long sleeve tope shirt that was too big for him, and a pair of jeans. The child's face was hidden by dark shadows. Malik felt uncertain about the child, but continued to walk towards the stone. He walked until he was about five feet away then stopped.
'Who is that?' he thought.
Malik decided that the boy couldn't do anything to hurt him so he took a step forward. The boy's head rose. Then Malik could see his face. He had dark tanned skin and his eyes were closed. His hands were across his knees and were holding three face down cards. Even from afar Malik could tell they were Duel Monster cards.
Malik took his hand out of his pocket and continued to walk. Once he was two feet away from the grave the boy's eyes opened and looked around. They finally rested on Malik. His eyes were a gentle light blue, like the sky after it rains, when all of the dirt and smog has left the air and fallen to the Earth leaving a clear blue sky that gleams under the sunlight.
Malik realized something that he could not believe. The small child wasn't just some strange boy; it was himself as a child.
'A young me? But that's impossible!' Malik thought and clenched his fist. But he realized that he had just tightened his grip on the rose, making the thorns cut into his skin making him bleed. He dropped the blood covered rose which bounced and landed near the boy. Then the young Malik looked back down at his cards and closed his eyes.
The teenage Malik looked at the top of his hand; no blood was to be seen. But he turned his hand over to see that his tanned skin had been turned a deep red. The red didn't seem like it was really blood, it was the exact color of the deep, brick red rose that Malik had picked just outside of the cemetery. He knelt down in front of the grave and put his blooded palm on the grave. He closed his eyes and made his revenge wish again.
"I will kill the person who killed my father," he said aloud.
He didn't mean to cut his hand with the rose; he could've easily done it with the Millennium Rod although he hadn't planned to.
Malik took his hand off of the stone. It left a perfect imprint of his hand. When he looked at his hand, there was no blood to be seen. All that he could see were a few were a few deep scars on the palm of his hand. He looked to his right. The boy had disappeared.
Malik stood up and looked around on the ground. He couldn't find any footprints, like his younger self just vanished into thin air.
'Maybe I was hallucinating,' Malik thought.
Then a cool breeze blew and it made Malik's hair sway with the wind. Then he knew that he hadn't been seeing things, somehow. No matter how strange it seemed, he accepted the fact that there was a little him somewhere out there.
Yay! Now let's see what Malik has to say.
Mandee- Okay, you get one question.
Malik- Is there: 1) any Me/Bakura yaoi, 2) me dying, 3) me getting beat up, or 4) someone cutting my hair in the next chapters?
Mandee- Um, here's a list of the answers.
1-no
2-no
3-yes
4-no
Malik- Okay, I'll let you continue to write.
Mandee-I already know half of the 2nd chapter.
Malik-You do?
Mandee-Yah, but the rest of the chapters are unknown. Even to me!
Malik- -.-;; I'm going to go crazy…