Wow…that was fast. Never thought I'd have two up in two days. Ok, the song doesn't really much or anything, I tried to make it match but I don't know much about Isis and Malik. So I'm guessing from all I've read about them and etc. If any of this is A/U, forgive me...but I like it. ^^ Dark, angsty, kinda sweet, power driven...the usual stuff. ~_~
Now, I think I forgot to say most of my disclaimers...this is it for all of them, don't expect another one!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs here or YGO...sue me if you want, but I highly doubt that. RIGHT Kazuki Takahashi? I wonder why we even HAVE to do these disclaimers...all this stuff would be on TV instead of on this website. :P
Isis Ishtar
In My Pocket, Mandy Moore
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Among the many muted faces
You try to find me in the spaces
You're drawn to my song
You only move to keep from sinking
You close your eyes as if you're thinking
Afraid all along
That in my eyes you're so revealing
You'll find what you're needing
Everything was blurred; heavily, distinctly blurred. Isis Ishtar closed her eyes, concealing cloudy blue gray orbs.
Ishtar Mariku, you dishonor our family...stealing a possession you knew I was keeping secret. I must now seek help from one that will prove part of your nemesis...but it has all been foretold. Little brother, you do not know what beseeches you...
***Flashback***
"Isis, he killed our father. He killed him..."
Her younger brother's voice lowered to a hiss, as Isis looked into endearing, deep lavender eyes. Menacing.
"What can you do about it?"
The retort descended from her lips softly, like...a challenge. Crisp cobalt eyes connected with angled lilac, and Isis remembered what her father had told her, so many years ago...
"Give him the Rod, when he is ready. Isis-chan, I am counting on you. When he shows honor to the family..."
Did you mean revenge as well, Father?
"Take this."
Isis placed the golden object impassively into Malik's outstretched hand. For a moment, Isis could feel the change, a spark, a radiant treble, and she knew what had happened.
***End Flashback***
You found what you needed Malik...or did you? In my eyes, in father's eyes, or in your own?
Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
Well, baby, then I would be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love
Slip my heart in your back pocket
All I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me, how much for your love
It was all a trick.
Isis strode down the corridor of Domino Museum, glancing every now and then at the exhibits she had put up with her own hands.
The creamy white of her dress flitted out the back, and Isis finally stopped in what seemed a secret room. Flicking on the lights, she crossed her arms, and gazed complacently at the slab of ancient stone.
These...pieces of stone were all she had left. Her brother-her brother-had stolen what she was entrusted to keep. Her family was torn. She was torn.
Maybe...Malik may have loved her, her family may have loved her, but how was she to know? Her father spent all his time training Malik for some dark deed of destiny, and she and her intelligence were cast to the side like a rag doll.
Did she mind though?
The only reassurance she had know was the stone, the stone of prophecy, which she alone had discovered, unearthed...and that in her mind would keep her through this.
Little brother, remember me. And the Tauk. You do have a sister in this world, in this time...and I...I am still your sister, and I love you. Malik, why, why were you not careful? The Rod has gone to your heart, the Rod has gone to your mind, but has it gone to your soul?
Hoping the melody will leave you
You walk to where I might not see you
Reach out to the wind
Looking to catch it for a minute
But just to hold it not be in it
I've been where you've been
Cause some how I'm so afraid the love
Will reveal what you're made of
***Flashback***
"Malik, you will not leave. You will not leave."
Her rebel of a brother crossed his arms, leaning against his motorbike.
Isis just fixed his eyes on him, trying not to show hurt or fear in her eyes. If she did, that apathetic part of her brother, that ...evil... part would ridicule her in his mind to no end.
Malik, if I loved you like I wished I could all those years with Father...would you stay? Or would you really be who you're meant to be, like the Tauk, like the prophecy says?
It was like a dream, a dream you wished you would wake up from. A dream that turned into a nightmare overnight.
Isis bit her lip, and silently pleaded. He was leaving, leaving in spirit, in mind, where she couldn't stop him...
Be reasonable, little brother, be reasonable...
She had gone through this, after her mother had died from giving birth to the baby boy she had isolated herself from so long...this boy. The boy she had neglected to nurture and truly love; if she only could have broken the prideful will she had, the one that could've comforted the boy, tampered with his thirst for revenge...
Why is it you mourn our father's passing so much? I thought...with all he had done to you...or is it that his spirit was what kept you going? Your director, the one that pushed you to it. When he died his job was overtaken by the Rod...when you did not know what do to without Father's guidance. Did he really build you like this? I'm so sorry, little brother, so sorry your sister never gave you enough...
***End Flashback***
Nothing but pennies in my pocket
Nothing but faith to keep me warm
Well, baby, then I would be broke without it
Tell me, how much for your love
Slip my heart in your back pocket
All I got to keep you warm
So baby don't leave me here without it
Tell me, how much for your love
"I personally invite Seto Kaiba to a private exhibition..."
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"You will give it back. It has been foretold."
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It has been done. The Tauk has spoken, and the prophecy awakens...but is this a feud between me and you, or for the saving of world? We will all find out, Ishtar Mariku, my brother...
Cause somehow I'm so afraid the love will reveal what you're made of
Strange things come of strange things. Isis Ishtar and Malik Ishtar were-are-one of them. You've asked the question-a brother and sister, in conflict, when they should have guided each other toward future prosperity. Yet they were both different...destined for greater things. Darker things. Dangerous things.
But tell me...did love, did hate, did destiny give them this future? Or was it all a matter of revealing what they both feared...
What did they fear?
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Ah chubb...sorry if any of this is inaccurate.
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