(Well this my first Yu-Gi-Oh fan fic…..well not my first but my first posted. I'm really proud of this one because I finished it in five days and because I did a few things I was ashamed to write but did it anyway. Anyway the Prince is proud of his work and I hope you enjoy as well.)
Ebony & Ivory Murder in Perfect Harmony
Chapter 1: Ivory London
"This is stupid and unfair! Why do we all have to be punished for Marik's dumb mistakes? I don't want to leave Egypt!" Malik wined and pouted as he glared at the back of the seat in front of him. He hated the fact that he had to leave the home he loved because his stupid brother couldn't be normal for once.
"Brother, please. None of us want to leave but we can't send Marik away on his own. We just have to make the best of London." Ishizu, the eldest and only daughter in the Ishtar family kindly smiled at her angry little brother. She knew he was right but she wouldn't admit that. Not while Marik, the problem, was on this plane with her and just a few seats away.
Marik sat three rows away from his sister and brother, glaring at absolutely nothing. Like his younger brother he was beyond pissed about going to London. He really didn't see the point. The reason they were leaving in the first place was because he murdered people for fun. It was his anti-drug. The only thing he really enjoyed. So if they went to London things wouldn't change because he'd still be killing people only now it would be English people.
"Master Marik? You have something on your mind?" Odion, the oldest yet adopted son of the Ishtar family, nervously looked at his brother who was fiddling with the fur on his hood.
"It's just that I don't understand why I have to FUCKING go to London! All I did was kill a few people here and there. Big Ra damn deal!"
"Marik, you killed six men and four women in one night. That is hardly a few." Odion turned away from his deranged brother for he did not want Marik to see the disgust on his face. It was hard to feel such feelings since Odion raised Marik since he was a baby and the child went completely senile and was now much worst in age of eighteen. It was a horrific feeling. That sort of thing would make you wonder what you did wrong.
Yet he wondered about the current kill. Marik loved killing people but Odion knew that Marik only killed two and no more when he hunted, so what made things so different this time? What made Marik kill more then he usually did?
"Who gives a shit! They had it coming!" Marik slumped down in his seat and pulled his over sized hood over his spiky blonde hair.
He felt no sort of remorse for what he did. Not the slightest regret. What really got under his skin about that night at the ruins was 'why' he killed those people. He hadn't done it for his own pleasure. He did for a completely different reason.
"Jesus walk! God show me the way because the devil is trying to break me down!"
"Master Marik?"
"Shut up! I'm singing!" Marik began to hum random verses from the song by Kanye West. His favorite singer. (1) He then raised his voice louder, causing people to turn and stare. "I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we haven't spoken in so long. Whoa-o! Jesus walks with me!...STOP FUCKING STARRING AT ME!"
Everyone who starred at him quickly turned away.
Finally, after the long flight the Ishtar family arrived in London. The Victorian style home they had now was strange compared to the tomb they lived in before considering the electricity. It was all new and strange, well not much to Marik considering all the trips he made to the surface.
Immediately without much debate or dispute Marik yelled out his claim, "I call dibs on the attic!" then rushed up the stairs. The funny fact that stood here was that Marik didn't even really know if there was an attic. He just assumed that all actual houses in European and American homes had an attic. So if there was one it would, without a doubt, be his.
Once at the top he paused and looked around confused. He wasn't sure how to find out if there was an attic. Considering he'd never been in a real house before, but then a particular door caught his eye at the end of the hall. Unlike the other doors that were painted a pure white this certain door was pilling badly and it held an eerie aura. This definitely attracted him and drew him in.
With a wide grin of accomplishment Marik approached the door and seized to hesitate in turning the knob. A cold breeze carrying the sent of dust smacked him in the face as he threw the door open. He loved the old smell and the darkness that for some reason screamed danger that Marik ignored as he started his journey up the creaking wooden stairs that was no doubt leading to an attic.
At the top Marik starred into pure darkness with wide eyes. He could not yet see anything in front of his nose but he loved it from the moment he saw the door and everything from then advanced this love of the attic.
"Perhaps a light Master Marik?"
"FUCK! Odion don't scare me!" Marik backed into a wall grasping his chest and glaring at the man in which only his silhouette showed till he flipped the switch and the attic was illuminated by a orange light that made Marik shut his eyes from the sudden change of lighting. "Ugh, thanks Odion." Marik slowly opened his eyes and the spectacle that first befell his lilac eyes was breath taking to him if not anyone else. It was huge and old looking with only one light that was only the bulb without a cover which didn't light the center and far end of the room very well but enough so the high beams could be scene.
"You truly desire this….. attic for a room?" Odion questioned with confusion.
"What better place to began a new life and end an old one eh Odion?"
Odion shuttered at Marik's grotesque choice of words but he had to admit he was happy due to the fact that Marik never found anything of interest outside of his murders.
"Very well, I'll bring your stuff."
"Yes. Oh one more thing. Leave my bed frame. Bring just the mattress."
Odion looked at Marik with question but nodded his head and went on his way. Once Odion was out of sight Marik continued to relish in his new domain and came to notice in the darkest corner laid boxes. The previous owners must have left them behind. Probably just trash so where was the harm in just looking. Marik made his way over to the boxes but seized when his last step sounded with a crack. He lifted his booted foot to find a Jesus cross which no longer had a head.
"What?" Marik picked up the cross and immediately dropped it as the tip pricked his finger. Funny, the tips were rounded. Marik sneered at the cross then savagely kicked it away. "Jesus. God. Religion. It can all rot in hell for the good it will do me."(2) Marik said with a crazed tone followed by a maniacal string of laughter.
Once finished with his psycho moment Marik reverted to the important task at hand. Marik pulled out the first box and ripped into it like a child on Christmas opening the biggest gift under the tree. The first thing he found was a few lines of purple lights. "Perfect!" Marik put the lights aside and dove his hand in just to yell out in pain. He pulled his hand back to discover a large deep gash in the middle of his left palm. His hand trembled with pain. What cut him this time? With his valid hand he pushed things aside till he found a silver object with his blood. Marik pulled it out with the tips of his fingers and found it to be another cross. Not quit knowing why but doing it none the less Marik lashed out in a terrified scream and threw the cross into the darkness.
"Master Marik? Is everything alright?" Odion rushed up the stairs and over to Marik's side.
"FUCK! Why do you always think something is wrong with me?"
Odion flinched away but quickly regained his composer. "Forgiveness."
"Whatever! I'm going out." Marik pushed pasted Odion while hiding his blood dripping hand inside his shirt.
"Out? But you don't know where anything is! You'll get lost!"
"What other way to know then to investigate? Use your brain, that's what you have it for."
After applying bandage to his hand Marik began his journey of London.
(1)No particular reason on why I made Kanye his favorite singer other then that's what I was listening to when writing that part.
(2)I don't have anything against religion.