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. There, now that that's settled…
Cleara: Or Linkin Park.
Ceriami: Right. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Linkin Park.
Cleara: That's cuz I do.
Ceriami: (rolls eyes) Whatever…On with the story.
Cleara: Yes. On with my story.
Ceriami: Excuse me?! I wrote it!
Cleara: Silence minion, or I shall banish you to the Shadow Realm.
Ceriami: I hate you.
Cleara: I know.
Chapter Two
Fight Back?
By Moon Knight
Normal POV
Marik is once again sitting at the kitchen table. He sips his vodka-laced coffee and stares into space, wincing every so often as the pain gets the better of him.
Marik's POV
It was still early and I knew my yami would be waking up soon. I didn't care. Let him come. Let him kill me. It didn't matter. I didn't matter.
It was then that I heard a large thump in the next room. It was Ryou's room and by the sound of it, Bakura was starting on the smaller boy early today. I don't know why, but for some reason, I stood. I suppose that at the time, taking my anger out on Bakura sounded like a fairly good idea. And so, that was what I intended upon doing.
I walked out of the kitchen with a purpose, anger was evident in the set of my jaw and I felt suddenly powerful from the adrenaline that fueled my rage.
And now
You've become a part of me
You'll always be right here…
I entered Ryou's room and saw Bakura holding the younger of them by the throat against the wall. Ryou's legs kicked helplessly as he clawed at his yami's grip. I walked across the room swiftly and knocked Bakura to the floor with a swift punch.
"Mariku?" Bakura gasped.
I froze. I looked like my yami that much? I was acting like him that much? How could I be confused with that monster?
You've become a part of me
You'll always be my fear…
Bakura stood and glared, "Oh, it's just you Marik. Get out of here." he said taking a step towards the cowering Ryou, "This is none of your concern."
I stepped between Ryou and Bakura. I crossed my arms and matched his evil glare with my patented smirk. He would try to get past me I knew, but I didn't care. He would have some difficulties with that.
"Move out of the way, Marik." he growled. I stayed my ground, "Move dammit, or else."
"Or else?" I sneered, "Or else what?"
"Or I'll report to your yami what you are doing here, and needless to say, I doubt he'll be to happy about it." he responded.
I shrugged, "Tell him. See if I care." I stepped closer to him as he stared, mouth agape, "It seems to me that you were attempting to threaten me. Is this so, Bakura?" I clicked my tongue in the chiding way an elder might to a child, "You should know better, Bakura. I am not, nor have I ever been afraid of Mariku."
I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He screamed painfully and I smirked again. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong Bakura? Does it hurt?"
"Yes!" Bakura screamed as I applied more pressure to his arm. A little more and his bones would break…Just a little more and they would crunch in my grasp…
"Don't! Marik!" Ryou grabbed my wrist, "Please Marik, don't."
I looked at him confused, "Why are you protecting him?" I twisted his arm a little further. He screamed, "He is pathetic. He only picks on those he knows can't fight back. He's no different than my yami."
"And what about you? Are you not doing the same thing?" Ryou was looking at me with earnest, "You are also beating on someone you know can't fight back. You are becoming just like Bakura-"
I can't separate
Myself from what I've done,
Given up a part of me…
"Just like Mariku." I whispered.
I've let myself become you.
I released Bakura and stepped back numbly. Bakura made a snide remark at me and left. I knew he would tell Marik…I didn't care. I slumped onto the ground against the wall and sighed. Ryou sat not far from me wiping a cloth across his bleeding forehead. I cast him a wary glance. I didn't understand him. Not one bit. For someone to take as much punishment as him…it just puzzled me to no end. He wasn't exactly weak. He had a nice grip…so…
"Why don't you fight back?" I asked, giving my thoughts voice.
Ryou looked at me with a truly puzzled expression. I don't think he expected me to talk to him since I had never done so since my yami and I had moved in. He looked at me a moment longer and then away, "Fight back?"
"Yes. Fight back."
Ryou shrugged and went back to tending his wound, "Because there is no reason to fight back."
"Of course there is! What about fighting back to save your hide?" I asked incredulous that he wouldn't even attempt to save his life.
"Yes, what about it?" Ryou looked at me again, "The point of life is not to be someone else, not to work for personal gain, and it is not always about saving yourself. I don't want to be like my yami by beating him up as he has done me."
"So you'd rather die-" I began.
Ryou interrupted me, "No." he shook his head and looked out the window, "You misunderstand me. When I said the point of life is not always to save yourself, I meant that sometimes the point of life is to save another. I want to change my yami. I want to make him a better person."
"But that's not possible. Bakura and Mariku will never change!" I exclaimed jumping up.
Ryou nodded, "I used to think so to. But, sometimes, he, Bakura I mean, is nice to me. Only sometimes. I have seen this spark of goodness in him and I think that if he is an extension of myself then when I die, he will take myself into him."
"Whatever you say…but I still say it's a fool's pursuit." I turned to walk out, "Your death will only prove what I already know."
"What's that?"
"That we are all the same. No one ever changes." I walked out the door, "We all have Mariku inside of us."
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Normal POV
Bakura sat at the kitchen table rubbing his arm furiously. He was angry that Marik, a worthless hikari, had gotten the best of him. He smiled. That was fine. There would be another opportunity to settle the score…
Ryou let out a sigh and stood. He had stopped the bleeding and had no more need for the cloth. He tossed it aside and shoved his hands in his pockets. He had to get to school…Ryou grabbed his backpack and turned to go. He stopped at the door and watched Marik walk down the street through the window…
"Don't worry Marik. I'll save you too." he whispered and left without a second glance.
Meanwhile, Mariku stood at the to of the stairs.
Mariku's POV
I had listened to the fight and the conversation between my hikari and that idiot Ryou. So he was finally beginning to understand? Good. Soon he would be unreachable. Ryou thought to save Bakura and Marik. I wouldn't let him. He will never reverse what I had worked so hard to achieve. Pure evil and hatred in my hikari. Once I've achieved that, nothing and no one will be able to stand in our way.
I walked down the stairs and followed that weakling, Ryou, out the door. He would have to be taken care of…This world is not ruled by sentimental fools. It is run by people who will do whatever necessary to gain that power. People who don't care what happens to anyone else. Even death…
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Marik's POV
I sat on a bench at the park several blocks from the house. This was the park across the street from Ryou's high school. It was a garden park and I don't know why I came, but for some reason I couldn't leave. Something kept me here.
I looked around. Everything seemed…right. It was still early. School would be starting at seven forty as usual and the park keepers were changing the garbage bags. The sprinklers were still on, watering the gardens and the lawn. There was a large fountain in the center of the garden that depicted some Greek goddess and spouted water from two jugs in her hands. And in that moment I once again felt out of place.
I felt I should go, but at the same time, I felt I should stay. Half an hour passed and the students were arriving. I shook my head. I didn't belong here. I got up to go and then I saw it: The boy with white hair and the car that was speeding towards him.
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Okay that's it for now. I hope you come to read the third chappy too! Please review and tell me what u think. I need my feedback! And if anyone has suggestions, pls; I'm all ears.
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Ceriami Spencer
AKA Moon Knight