Lyrics ::Dreams:: "talking" // Yami/hikari mental link //
Characters: Marik - hikari Mariku - yami Ryou - hikari Bakura - yami
Disclaimer:
Ceriami: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Nor do I own Linkin Park. As much as I would love to own both, I sadly do not.
Cleara: Well, she may not own them, but I sure do.
Ceriami: LIAR! You don't own them anymore than I do!
Cleara: ::smirks:: Silence my minion.
Ceriami: O_O (small voice) But…I'm not ur minion…
Chapter One
Marik's Pain
By Moon Knight
Normal POV
Marik sat staring at his Millennium Rod, turning it in his hands slowly. He was sitting at the kitchen table thinking and hating himself. It had kinda become a ritual for him. To sit, think, and hate himself.
Marik's POV
It had been several weeks since I had seen my yami, and I was glad. I hoped that my yami had finally reached his grave. Ever since I had gotten the Millennium Rod, Mariku had done nothing but use me for his own gain and often-sadistic pleasure by beating me up. Before the beatings had only been mental, taking place in my soul room, but ever since the yamis got their own bodies, things had gotten worse.
Mariku had the power to beat me to a bloody pulp whenever he deemed it necessary, whether it was because I had done something to upset him, or because he just wanted to 'relieve some aggression.' Either way, I hated my yami, and there was nothing I could do about it. My yami knew every thought in my head and relished in the hate that he had inspired in the once innocent teen I had been.
Nothing ever stops all these thoughts,
And the pain attached to them.
I laughed at my thoughts, but it was true. I had once been innocent. Just another middle school student. That was when I had finally unlocked the secret of my Millennium Rod, unleashed my yami from his 5000 year prison. And no matter how much my yami beat me, in those days I had looked up to him, had thought he could do no wrong, believed myself to be the inferior being, but as the years progressed, that all changed.
I had tried disposing of the Millennium Rod, but found I could not. Mariku would not allow it. So, despite my disagreements with what Mariku was turning me into, I didn't stop it. I stopped trying, gave in.
Sometimes I wonder why this is happening.
It's like nothing I can do can distract me when,
I think of how I shot myself in the back again.
I looked up suddenly as I heard the front door slam. I prayed it was Bakura or his hikari, Ryou. The two with whom we shared this residence. I sometimes worried about Ryou. He was, after all a lot like me. He was the pawn in his yamis games, as I was in mine. I heard Bakura beating the innocent snowy haired boy some nights. I wanted to help, but I could not. My yami would only hurt me when he found out…So, I hid these thoughts from him.
I held my breath as the footsteps of the person who had interrupted my train of thought grew closer.
"Oh…hello…Marik." it was Ryou. He stood awkwardly in the doorway with his book bag slung over his shoulders.
I nodded to him as I slowly allowed the breath I had been holding to release itself. I turned my gaze back to the Millennium Rod in my hands. I turned it again in my palm. I remembered when I had made the deal with Ryou's yami. It had been during battle city…I shook the thoughts away. I didn't like Bakura any more than I liked my own yami…
'Cause from the infinite words I could say,
I put all the pain you gave me on display.
Ryou stood in the door a moment longer, uncertain of my presence, before going to the refrigerator. I heard the click as he popped the top of a can of soda. He was watching me, I knew it, but I didn't care about his gaze, I cared about his thoughts. I didn't care to be ridiculed and scrutinized by someone even worse than I was. Someone who had never fought back as the beatings progressed and became more frequent, never argued with what he was told to do…So, I left, went upstairs to my room and lay on the bed.
It was hours before sleep finally took a hold of me…but when it did, I was thankful for the dreamless sleep.
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Normal POV
Marik lay asleep as Mariku stood in the doorway of his room watching his hikari sleep with growing anger. He glared angrily at the sleeping figure, knowing he had not done anything for him in a long time.
Mariku's POV
"Worthless, minion…" I spat at the sleeping figure lying not five feet away from where I stood. I knew he hated me, and I knew why. He hated that I made him feel weak and helpless. But that was what he was. A pathetic example of myself. He was my reincarnation, I'll grant him that much, but he knew nothing of what it meant to truly hate. And he never would. He still held on to ridiculous notions of the heart. He didn't know it, himself, but I saw it.
Marik may not show remorse in taking over new mind slaves, but he rarely killed. He left that job to me. Like that bitch sister of his, Isis. Her betrayal of giving Kaiba the third God card should not have been overlooked so simply. He should have killed her where she stood, but it was those lingering emotions of family that had held him back.
And now, now that I was back from speaking with my various contacts, he would pay. He had hoped me dead, and for that I was glad. He was everyday coming closer and closer to complete hatred in his little black heart…but he had hidden things from me.
He cared for that weakling hikari of Bakura's. Not in a yaoi way, but in a friendly way, or as close to a semblance of friendship Marik had ever known. He wanted to defend him and he had thought to hide this information from me…and what was worse, had succeeded in it!
I clenched my fist tightly. He would pay right now.
Marik's POV
I felt myself being wrenched out of my bed and thrown to the floor. I looked around, but it was no use. My room was too dark and I was too tired to see anything. I heard footsteps as my attacker came closer. I moved away as quickly as my groggy limbs would carry me, but I was too slow. A booted foot collided with my ribs. I gasped and coughed as another blow came, and another. I collapsed on the floor, wishing I could fight back.
I was then dragged to my feet. My assailant threw me into the wall and smashed my head against it. I felt the wall crumble from the force of the blow with my head and winced as blood trickled softly down my forehead. I flailed my arms in a futile attempt to ward off this intruder, and then I heard it. Laughter. Mariku.
"You're pathetic, Marik." he sneered as his fist collided with my face.
He grabbed my collar and continued to punch any part of my body he found. I coughed and gasped as he dropped me to the floor. I tasted blood.
"Why don't you fight me Marik?" he laughed darkly, "it seems Ryou isn't the only hikari in this house who 'never fights back as the beatings progress and become more frequent,' is he Marik?" he was mocking me. Mocking the thoughts I had had only the previous afternoon about Ryou.
I stood shakily and his laughter died. He was smirking at me. I could see him now. Could see that smirk to which I myself had mastered so well. Could see the mocking disdain written in the lines of his face in the beams of receding moonlight from the window.
"What are you gonna do, Marik?" he whispered mockingly, "Are you gonna fight me?"
I didn't know. I wanted to fight him, but I was afraid. Afraid of what he could do to me, but I also was angry at what he had already done to me.
But didn't realize instead of setting it free,
I, took what I hated and made it a part of me.
I swung my arm and felt him catch it effortlessly.
It never goes away
"Weak." he whispered as he swung his own arm. But I didn't let it hit me. I ducked. Ducked and swung with my free arm. I hit his stomach and heard the satisfying groan of pain and surprise from my yami. I smirked his smirk and swung again, and again. I wanted to hurt him as he had hurt me so many times before. But I was in over my head as he landed a crushing blow to the back of my head. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
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Normal POV
Mariku laughed at his pathetic other half and walked out of the room. There would be plenty of time to deal with his hikari later. Right then, however, he wanted nothing more than a shower and a little sleep.
Marik's POV
:: "What are you doing, Marik?"
I stood quietly before my yami. I was still a child. A naïve boy of fifteen. I shook my head and looked down.
"Where did you think you were going?" Mariku asked grabbing my hair.
I shook my head again. I didn't want him to think I was weak. I didn't want to disappoint him any further than I already had. I wanted to make sure he was proud to have me as his hikari.
"Answer me, damn it!" he threw my younger self to the ground.
I bit my lip. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't show him he scared me, that he hurt me…even here in my soul room…After all, Master Marik never cried…neither would I…::
I awoke slowly as the first rays of morning light shone brightly through the window. I sat up and winced at the pain that ripped through my body. I scowled. He had beat me again. I clenched my fists. I would have my revenge.
"I swear I will."
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That's all for now. I hope you enjoyed it. Well, you kno the drill…Review! The more reviews the better…I hope to see you all for chapter two: fight back