Me-No-Own-Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, no one would watch it.
Chapter 3: Memories
Marik stared out across the Domino City harbor with his large lavender eyes. It was raining that day, and the whole landscape looked like fairy mists. Normal people would have thought he was a fag with mental issues if he told them that. He might have mental issues, he thought to himself, but he was definitely not a homo. What brought up the term fairy mists was the fact that he was one of the few mortals that had the ability to hop dimensions.
He referred to the nothingness that lay between the astral plains as the fairy mists. He was a huge fan of the Kingdom of Landover books. There was a similar area of nothingness around the edges of that kingdom, and it was called the fairy mists. Of course he would never get a chance to explain this to anybody. He had never really trusted anyone but his sister Isis and his servant Rishid.
Marik wasn't sure where Isis was. A picture of his sister flashed through his mind and Marik's eyes grew tight around the edges. It was because of him that his sister had left. The Egyptian had forced his sister to leave right after battle city. His Yami would've killed her and Rishid if he hadn't made her leave. He missed her.
The blond turned his head away from the window sharply to try and escape memories of Rishid. He had tried to send Rishid away, but being as loyal a servant as could ever be found, Rishid had refused to leave Marik's side. The man had payed the ultimate price for it as well. It had not been that long ago that Marik's only true friend had been killed. The Egyptian youth remembered that experience all to clearly.
Flashback
The impact of the wall knocked the breath out of Marik's body. He knew that there was no way to win the battle he was fighting. His Yami was attacking him by both physical and magical means. Yami Marik's deep laugh echoed through the metal room they were in and his cat like eyes slid towards Marik's slumped figure. The evil spirit clenched his fist and jerked it sharply towards the other wall.
A muffled clang sounded briefly then reverberated off the walls to sound hundreds more times. As he slid down the wall his Sennen Rod fell useless to the ground and clinked softly as it rolled away. The last small glimmer that the sixteen year old had thought was hope disappeared as he lost his grip on his thousand year item and, try as he might, could not find again.
The Melineum Rod was all that had kept his soul from being scattered with the first blow that his Yami had dealt. But, he knew that even if he could regain possession of his item that it would be useless. Without concentration magic was nothing, and Marik couldn't concentrate enough to change a light bulb at the moment. In fact, it was all he could do to stay conscious.
Yami Marik cackled insanely and drew a long, scythe like dagger from it's sheath at his belt. The psychotic man slowly walked toward his lighter half, if Marik could really be the better half of anyone. Marik knew that his Yami was letting him dangle. Trying to let hope worm it's way into his Hikari's heart once more so he could squash it one last time. Licking some of the blood from the corner of his mouth Marik managed to rise to unsteady knees.
He wasn't going to die laying down, he would not let his pride be damaged that far. Just as his other half prepared to plunge the steel blade through his heart, a sharp noise made Marik's head turn dizzily toward the cracked door to the abandoned building. Dripping with rain Rishid dashed in and seized the Sennen Rod. What happened next, seemed to role out in slow motion.
Through his blurred vision Marik watched the other two Egyptians fight. Rishid was fighting on his behalf using the Thousand Year Rod somewhat like a quarter staff to block the furious strikes of his other self. Marik watched in horror as, at a pivotal moment in the battle, his friend stumbled. Yami Marik's fist caught him in the face and, before Rishid had recovered, his knife plunged deep into the tattooed man's back.
Marik screamed. Not only for his friend but because of the pain. Marik had maintained some kind of control over his friend's mind as a safety precaution. That meant that some portion of his soul was imbued in Marik. The young Egyptian was lifted to his feet by an unseen force so abruptly that even his unshakeable Yami was taken off guard by it. Every muscle in Marik's body tensed and every bone he had felt like it was about to break in two and splinter into thousands of shards. With his head tilted back, Marik screamed, a long wail that filled the night and chilled even himself to the bone.
A small bluish white orb emerged from the blond hair boy's mouth and floated in the air above his head. With a sadness, Marik knew it was Rishid's soul. Though Marik was generally self serving and egotistic, he was never really cruel. Cold at times, yes, but never cruel. Knowing he would die before the hour was out, he made the decision to release all of the souls he had held captive.
Marik's body was engulfed in the light cast off by the myriad of souls released from his control. He vaguely remembered seeing Arkana's soul as well as Strings' fade into the air. Soon all of the souls that were released had disappeared. All but two. Thinking he had won the fight Yami Marik licked the blood off of his knife and drew it back as a horrifying greenish lightening engulfed the crescent blade. An arrow of magic shot from his Yami's hand and Marik put a shaking arm up to shield his face, though he knew it would do him no good. But there was no pain, no final blow before everything went black one last time. When his arm fell he looked up and was astonished at what he saw.
The ghostly form of a girl who Marik immediately recognized to be Tea was standing in front of the blast surrounded by a blueish glow. The girl was effortlessly holding back the force of his darker half's attack. Marik was dumbfounded. He knew that one soul couldn't hold off an attack that strong. Through bleary eyes, the Egyptian watched slowly as the forms of three other people- Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, and Yugi Mutou emerged from the blue light. He had been holding a portion of Tea's soul captive but not the others. Was what she said about friendship really true?
That train of thought was stopped as the form of Yugi Mutou split in two and formed the silhouette of the ancient pharaoh. Marik mumbled an incoherent word of respect and tried to rise to one knee, but to no avail. Pharaoh Yami turned his head back toward the battle and raised his arms high, in a grand manner. When he brought them down again, there was one final flare of light, his Yami's scream, and everything was quiet.
The blond teenager dimly remembered the girl running over to him as soon as the light had faded, asking him if he was okay. The blue light was gone though. Marik had wondered how the four had managed to find the location phsysically. Marik remembered slurring a short sentence about how he obviously wasn't, but that pathetic attempt of ceherrance must have gotten the point across because the girl had run over to Yugi and spoken to him worriedly.
The Egyptian would've cried if he'd had energy enough to do so. Rishid was dead, and he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. He remembered being limply hauled to his feet and half carried half dragged out the door to the building. As he had turned around a faint blue light caught his eye.
The tall figure of Rishid stood in the doorway to the building. Marik's throat tightened at the sight of his friend. Rishid smiled kindly
"Goodbye, friend." Said the shade quietly, before fading into nothingness.
"G-Goodbye-Friend." Whispered Marik.
End Flashback
The image of Rishid's blood spattered face flashed through Marik's mind once again, and he ran to the trashcan. After throwing up everything he had ever eaten, Marik Collapsed on the Couch only to be disturbed by a quick rap on the door. Dragging himself to his feet once again, he walked sluggishly across the apartment. He opened to door and, upon seeing his visitor, fell to one knee in reverence. "My Pharaoh." The Egyptian whispered.
Chapter 3: Memories
Marik stared out across the Domino City harbor with his large lavender eyes. It was raining that day, and the whole landscape looked like fairy mists. Normal people would have thought he was a fag with mental issues if he told them that. He might have mental issues, he thought to himself, but he was definitely not a homo. What brought up the term fairy mists was the fact that he was one of the few mortals that had the ability to hop dimensions.
He referred to the nothingness that lay between the astral plains as the fairy mists. He was a huge fan of the Kingdom of Landover books. There was a similar area of nothingness around the edges of that kingdom, and it was called the fairy mists. Of course he would never get a chance to explain this to anybody. He had never really trusted anyone but his sister Isis and his servant Rishid.
Marik wasn't sure where Isis was. A picture of his sister flashed through his mind and Marik's eyes grew tight around the edges. It was because of him that his sister had left. The Egyptian had forced his sister to leave right after battle city. His Yami would've killed her and Rishid if he hadn't made her leave. He missed her.
The blond turned his head away from the window sharply to try and escape memories of Rishid. He had tried to send Rishid away, but being as loyal a servant as could ever be found, Rishid had refused to leave Marik's side. The man had payed the ultimate price for it as well. It had not been that long ago that Marik's only true friend had been killed. The Egyptian youth remembered that experience all to clearly.
Flashback
The impact of the wall knocked the breath out of Marik's body. He knew that there was no way to win the battle he was fighting. His Yami was attacking him by both physical and magical means. Yami Marik's deep laugh echoed through the metal room they were in and his cat like eyes slid towards Marik's slumped figure. The evil spirit clenched his fist and jerked it sharply towards the other wall.
A muffled clang sounded briefly then reverberated off the walls to sound hundreds more times. As he slid down the wall his Sennen Rod fell useless to the ground and clinked softly as it rolled away. The last small glimmer that the sixteen year old had thought was hope disappeared as he lost his grip on his thousand year item and, try as he might, could not find again.
The Melineum Rod was all that had kept his soul from being scattered with the first blow that his Yami had dealt. But, he knew that even if he could regain possession of his item that it would be useless. Without concentration magic was nothing, and Marik couldn't concentrate enough to change a light bulb at the moment. In fact, it was all he could do to stay conscious.
Yami Marik cackled insanely and drew a long, scythe like dagger from it's sheath at his belt. The psychotic man slowly walked toward his lighter half, if Marik could really be the better half of anyone. Marik knew that his Yami was letting him dangle. Trying to let hope worm it's way into his Hikari's heart once more so he could squash it one last time. Licking some of the blood from the corner of his mouth Marik managed to rise to unsteady knees.
He wasn't going to die laying down, he would not let his pride be damaged that far. Just as his other half prepared to plunge the steel blade through his heart, a sharp noise made Marik's head turn dizzily toward the cracked door to the abandoned building. Dripping with rain Rishid dashed in and seized the Sennen Rod. What happened next, seemed to role out in slow motion.
Through his blurred vision Marik watched the other two Egyptians fight. Rishid was fighting on his behalf using the Thousand Year Rod somewhat like a quarter staff to block the furious strikes of his other self. Marik watched in horror as, at a pivotal moment in the battle, his friend stumbled. Yami Marik's fist caught him in the face and, before Rishid had recovered, his knife plunged deep into the tattooed man's back.
Marik screamed. Not only for his friend but because of the pain. Marik had maintained some kind of control over his friend's mind as a safety precaution. That meant that some portion of his soul was imbued in Marik. The young Egyptian was lifted to his feet by an unseen force so abruptly that even his unshakeable Yami was taken off guard by it. Every muscle in Marik's body tensed and every bone he had felt like it was about to break in two and splinter into thousands of shards. With his head tilted back, Marik screamed, a long wail that filled the night and chilled even himself to the bone.
A small bluish white orb emerged from the blond hair boy's mouth and floated in the air above his head. With a sadness, Marik knew it was Rishid's soul. Though Marik was generally self serving and egotistic, he was never really cruel. Cold at times, yes, but never cruel. Knowing he would die before the hour was out, he made the decision to release all of the souls he had held captive.
Marik's body was engulfed in the light cast off by the myriad of souls released from his control. He vaguely remembered seeing Arkana's soul as well as Strings' fade into the air. Soon all of the souls that were released had disappeared. All but two. Thinking he had won the fight Yami Marik licked the blood off of his knife and drew it back as a horrifying greenish lightening engulfed the crescent blade. An arrow of magic shot from his Yami's hand and Marik put a shaking arm up to shield his face, though he knew it would do him no good. But there was no pain, no final blow before everything went black one last time. When his arm fell he looked up and was astonished at what he saw.
The ghostly form of a girl who Marik immediately recognized to be Tea was standing in front of the blast surrounded by a blueish glow. The girl was effortlessly holding back the force of his darker half's attack. Marik was dumbfounded. He knew that one soul couldn't hold off an attack that strong. Through bleary eyes, the Egyptian watched slowly as the forms of three other people- Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, and Yugi Mutou emerged from the blue light. He had been holding a portion of Tea's soul captive but not the others. Was what she said about friendship really true?
That train of thought was stopped as the form of Yugi Mutou split in two and formed the silhouette of the ancient pharaoh. Marik mumbled an incoherent word of respect and tried to rise to one knee, but to no avail. Pharaoh Yami turned his head back toward the battle and raised his arms high, in a grand manner. When he brought them down again, there was one final flare of light, his Yami's scream, and everything was quiet.
The blond teenager dimly remembered the girl running over to him as soon as the light had faded, asking him if he was okay. The blue light was gone though. Marik had wondered how the four had managed to find the location phsysically. Marik remembered slurring a short sentence about how he obviously wasn't, but that pathetic attempt of ceherrance must have gotten the point across because the girl had run over to Yugi and spoken to him worriedly.
The Egyptian would've cried if he'd had energy enough to do so. Rishid was dead, and he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. He remembered being limply hauled to his feet and half carried half dragged out the door to the building. As he had turned around a faint blue light caught his eye.
The tall figure of Rishid stood in the doorway to the building. Marik's throat tightened at the sight of his friend. Rishid smiled kindly
"Goodbye, friend." Said the shade quietly, before fading into nothingness.
"G-Goodbye-Friend." Whispered Marik.
End Flashback
The image of Rishid's blood spattered face flashed through Marik's mind once again, and he ran to the trashcan. After throwing up everything he had ever eaten, Marik Collapsed on the Couch only to be disturbed by a quick rap on the door. Dragging himself to his feet once again, he walked sluggishly across the apartment. He opened to door and, upon seeing his visitor, fell to one knee in reverence. "My Pharaoh." The Egyptian whispered.