Lyrics ::Dreams:: "talking" // Yami/hikari mental link //
Characters: Marik - hikari Mariku - yami Ryou - hikari Bakura - yami
Disclaimer: Cleara: I own Linkin Park and Yu-Gi-Oh.
Ceriami: (whispering) She doesn't really, but humor her, she's insane.
Cleara: O_O I heard that!
Ceriami: ^_^~ Is there a point?
Cleara: That's it! Into the Shadow Realm you go!
Ceriami: You know that joke's getting really old!
Cleara: Who said it was a joke?
Ceriami: AHHH! (begins running) WE DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH OR LINKIN PARK!
Cleara: (chasing Ceri) MAYBE U DON'T!
Note: I fixed Chapter two. Ryou is now an official high schooler and yes, this is an A/U I just tend to forget to write that on my summaries. All my fan fictions are A/U.
Chapter Three
Betrayal
By Moon Knight
Normal POV
Marik stared for a split second before setting into motion. His fists pumped furiously at his sides. He couldn't let Ryou die like this!
Marik's POV
I ran faster than I knew I could. What he had said earlier that day rang hot in my ears. I didn't know how I had come to this juncture, but the thought of changing the yamis intrigued me, and if he succeeded in changing Bakura, maybe changing my own yami wouldn't be so impossible. But if he died now, so would my hope.
"Ryou!" I screamed. I wasn't going to make it! He stopped and turned to his name, "No! You imbecile!" I put on a burst of speed and collided with the smaller boy knocking him out of harm's way, "MOVE!"
The car roared past only catching my foot. I felt the ankle snap right as my head hit the cement. I fell unconscious in seconds. The last thing I heard was someone yelling for an ambulance and Ryou telling me to hold on.
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:: "Do you know why I brought you here, Marik?"
"No." my younger self replied. I was once again that teenage boy. He wanted me to be like him. He was trying to mold me. I hadn't known it then but if I had I would have let him. No it was because I hadn't known that I fought him. I thought that his punishments were just tests, tests to see if I would break under pressure. Well, I passed his tests, when really I had failed. I thought myself good enough to be his hikari. I had passed his punishments without a scream. Without crying. I was strong.
"I brought you here to train you in the skills required to be my hikari." he yelled this at me as if this was public knowledge that I should have known, "You will learn how to use the Millennium Rod to its full capacity. I will show you how to take mind slaves and force them to do your will."
"But what if they don't want to?" I had asked in innocent curiosity.
This had earned a backhand across my left cheek. I stumbled backwards and fell down onto the moldy cement floor of his soul room. It had been my first time in there, "You imbecile! You aren't going to ask them to be a slave!" he shouted at me, "You're going to force them to be your minions! Honestly! If you weren't my reincarnation I would kill you myself! Now get up! We begin your training now." ::
When I awoke I was in the hospital. Ryou sat in the chair across the room looking out the window. I didn't make a sound to let him know I was awake. I didn't want to answer the impending questions of why I saved him. I wasn't exactly sure to be honest…I had a vague clue, but that was all. I knew it had to do with Bakura and-
"Mariku." I saw him too. He was standing in the doorway looking at me with a mocking expression of concern.
Hearing your name
The memories come back again.
I remember when it started happening.
"Good to see you're alive, Marik." his voice was overflowing with the same mock disdain I had heard so many times before.
"I'm not so easily disposed of." I replied harshly. There was something in his manner I didn't trust. Something about the way his eyes glittered angrily, but I wasn't afraid. Not here. He couldn't touch me here. Not without drawing the attention of the pharaoh and his friends.
He nodded his head, "So I see." he looked away to the window where a confused Ryou sat watching the exchange with interest, "And you, Ryou? Are you quite alright?"
"He's fine." I replied hastily.
Again my yami nodded, "Thanks to you, Marik."
I'd see you
In every thought I had and then,
The thoughts slowly found words,
Attached to them.
"And none to you, Mariku." I retorted icily, "But helping isn't really your style, is it?"
"I never thought it was your, either," he muttered.
"Another reason why-"
And I knew as they escaped away,
I was committing to them,
And every day
"I'm not like you." I whispered, "Not a selfish-"
I regret saying those things,
"Inconsiderate-"
'Cause now I see,
"Monster-"
That I,
Took what I hated,
"Like you."
And made it a part of me.
Mariku's eyes lashed out dangerously before he turned to leave. As he walked out the door he muttered a silent promise, "We'll see."
"That's right, Mariku…We'll see." I climbed out of the bed and ripped out the I.V.'s and the heart machine's pads. I stepped onto the floor and lost my balance as pain shot up my wrapped up foot.
Ryou was at my side in an instant. He held me up and placed me back on the bed, "You mustn't move!" he exclaimed, "The doctor said you have a possible broken foot. The x-rays haven't come back yet." He tried to help me back into the bed, but I resisted.
"No." I said firmly, "We have to get out of here."
"Why?" Ryou asked still trying to coax me into the bed.
I pushed him away from me, "Because, you idiot! My yami will kill us both. I pissed him off. And I have a strong feeling that he was behind this attack on your life."
"But why?"
I didn't know. I wanted to answer him, but how do you answer a question to which you don't know the answer? I wasn't sure but it didn't really matter. I shook my head and pulled him towards the door, "That doesn't matter right now. What does is getting out of here and getting some help. I need clothes."
Ryou nodded, "I'll take care of that." He ran down the hall and disappeared around the corner. Five minutes later he came running back carrying a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Where did you get these?" I asked putting them on. They were a little big, but would do.
"The salvation army donation box downstairs," he replied, "The hospital donates the clothes of the dead to the salvation army. See," he pointed to a hole over my left lung, "this guy must've been shot."
"Very comforting." I murmured. I looked out in the hall and once I was sure the coast was clear, I went out of the room. Then I realized, "My Millennium Rod."
"Oh! I forgot!" Ryou exclaimed pulling out my Millennium Item from his backpack, "Here."
"Good. Now we should have no problem getting out of here."
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Mariku's POV
That impudent little-! How dare he?! I had watched as he and Ryou had made their way down the street. I knew where Ryou would take him. Straight to that blasted pharaoh! Well, it didn't matter. They were nothing but worthless hikaris. There was nothing they could do to me. They would not stop me.
I took a side street and made my way back to the house. At least I knew where they were going. My pathetic hikari couldn't hide from me. I would collect him and kill that worthless incarnation of Bakura's tonight.
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Normal POV
It was almost dark by the time Marik and Ryou reached their destination.
"Here we are." Ryou announced pointing at the run down card shop. Marik curled his lip in disapproval, "We'll find plenty of help here."
The two went inside and to the back of the store. Ryou sat Marik down in a seat and went into the store room.
Marik's POV
I heard Ryou talking hurriedly to someone in the back and I leaned my head back against the wall and sighed. Why was I even here? My yami will find me eventually and I was in no condition to fight him.
"Fight back?" Ryou's voice rang in my head.
"Yes. Fight back."
Ryou shrugged and went back to tending his wound, "Because there is no reason to fight back."
His words puzzled me…They still resounded in my mind. I wanted to understand this carelessness.
Again he corrected me through memory, "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."
No…it was not carelessness that I didn't understand…What was it?
I didn't have time to ponder this further as Yami came out of the back room. He leaned against the doorframe and eyed me suspiciously.
"From what Ryou says," he began, "You're somewhat of a refugee."
I didn't reply, just looked away.
Yami smirked, "Look, Marik." his condescending tone drew my angry gaze back at him, "I don't want to help you anymore than you want to be helped."
"Then don't." I replied standing, "I'll go myself." I tried to take a step forward and lost my balance on my broken foot. Yami caught me effortlessly.
He smirked again, "It would seem that you need my help more then you let on. However," his features darkened, "this betrayal to your yami will not be overlooked so easily. He will not be happy if you are indeed seeking my help."
I wanted to deny his offer of safety, but I knew I had no choice. Mariku was turning me into him, slowly and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him. It was time for my yami to die. This meant staying low until my foot healed…I was stuck with the pharaoh.
"Fine. I'll do whatever you want."
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