Chapter Two: Malik's Decision
((For those of you who don't know, I go by the Japanese plot. In that plot, 'Marik' is called Malik. 'Odion' is called Rishid. 'Ishizu' is called Isis. The Millennium Rod is also a dagger. It has two pieces: the dagger fits inside the sheath and forms the entire Rod. This hasn't been shown in the English episodes yet. If you need any other info to understand future chapters, I'll put it in like this. Oh, and FYI, I do not own any of the Yu- Gi-Oh! characters or anything related to the franchise.))
Malik had been awake for hours, portrayed by the dark circles underneath his piercing eyes. He sat on the edge of his bed, the sheets cast aside and barely even slept in. He was hunched over with his head resting on his fist. He scowled, his eyes focusing on the card caught between his index and middle finger: The Winged Dragon of Ra.
The faint tapping of footsteps became clearer as Rishid entered his master's bedchambers. He knelt before Malik.
"You called, master Malik?" he asked, head bowed.
Malik set his card gently upon his bed and pressed his fingertips together gently, pausing for a moment before answering.
"Yes. Rishid, the time has come to claim my rightful position as Pharaoh. I must acquire all three God cards in addition to the Millennium Puzzle." he replied, closing his eyes thoughtfully.
Rishid raised his head, looking rather surprised.
"Master, you cannot do this on your own. Please, accept my humble assistance." he insisted.
Malik's eyes opened wide, the veins bulging as red hot blood pulsed through them. His head snapped up as his eyes met with Rishid's. Full of fury and malice, they pierced right through the older man. He curled his fingers around the Millennium Rod at his side and, with one swift motion, bashed Rishid bitterly across the face. Malik smirked cruelly as he felt the hard metal break skin, the grin growing even wider at the sight of blood. Rishid put his hand to his cheek gingerly, wiping away the red liquid. He winced from the pain.
"Fool! Yami is no match for my power, nor is Seto Kaiba. Both their God cards are within my grasp, but taking them both down will occupy great amounts of time. Time is one thing I cannot afford to waste. You will assist me, and others as well. But you are not indispensable. Remember that, Rishid."
"Yes, master. Who are the others you speak of?" he asked, wiping the remaining trickle of blood from his lip.
Malik got to his feet slowly, the Millennium Rod still in hand. Small droplets of blood fell from the scepter, left by its master's cruel attack.
"Apparently a spirit has taken refuge in the Millennium Ring, much like the ancient presence in my Item." he said, more to himself than Rishid.
"But master, if the spirit of the Millennium Ring is as dangerous as yours, it could pose more of a problem than a help." the servant offered, his eyes following Malik around the room.
"I do not foresee a problem. The presence, whatever it may be, is not totally aware of the ancient writings, fortunately for us. It is only after the Millennium Items, and it's easy enough to manipulate, with the right bait of course."
"Bait?"
"Yes, Rishid. My sister's Millennium Necklace will do quite nicely."
Rishid nodded and rose to his feet, standing behind Malik.
"And what if Isis refuses to grant you the Item? What will you do then?"
Malik chuckled to himself and closed his eyes for a moment. He rested both hands on the Millennium Rod as he turned slowly and opened his eyes simultaneously, coming to face his servant. He lifted the Rod in front of his face and slowly separated the two pieces, drawing the fearsome dagger from its sheath. It glinted dangerously in the firelight from the torches hung on the wall.
"If she will not hand the Necklace over to me, I will take it myself, by whatever means necessary."
The two departed on foot. Battle City was not far away, and World Domination was only a few paces further.
((For those of you who don't know, I go by the Japanese plot. In that plot, 'Marik' is called Malik. 'Odion' is called Rishid. 'Ishizu' is called Isis. The Millennium Rod is also a dagger. It has two pieces: the dagger fits inside the sheath and forms the entire Rod. This hasn't been shown in the English episodes yet. If you need any other info to understand future chapters, I'll put it in like this. Oh, and FYI, I do not own any of the Yu- Gi-Oh! characters or anything related to the franchise.))
Malik had been awake for hours, portrayed by the dark circles underneath his piercing eyes. He sat on the edge of his bed, the sheets cast aside and barely even slept in. He was hunched over with his head resting on his fist. He scowled, his eyes focusing on the card caught between his index and middle finger: The Winged Dragon of Ra.
The faint tapping of footsteps became clearer as Rishid entered his master's bedchambers. He knelt before Malik.
"You called, master Malik?" he asked, head bowed.
Malik set his card gently upon his bed and pressed his fingertips together gently, pausing for a moment before answering.
"Yes. Rishid, the time has come to claim my rightful position as Pharaoh. I must acquire all three God cards in addition to the Millennium Puzzle." he replied, closing his eyes thoughtfully.
Rishid raised his head, looking rather surprised.
"Master, you cannot do this on your own. Please, accept my humble assistance." he insisted.
Malik's eyes opened wide, the veins bulging as red hot blood pulsed through them. His head snapped up as his eyes met with Rishid's. Full of fury and malice, they pierced right through the older man. He curled his fingers around the Millennium Rod at his side and, with one swift motion, bashed Rishid bitterly across the face. Malik smirked cruelly as he felt the hard metal break skin, the grin growing even wider at the sight of blood. Rishid put his hand to his cheek gingerly, wiping away the red liquid. He winced from the pain.
"Fool! Yami is no match for my power, nor is Seto Kaiba. Both their God cards are within my grasp, but taking them both down will occupy great amounts of time. Time is one thing I cannot afford to waste. You will assist me, and others as well. But you are not indispensable. Remember that, Rishid."
"Yes, master. Who are the others you speak of?" he asked, wiping the remaining trickle of blood from his lip.
Malik got to his feet slowly, the Millennium Rod still in hand. Small droplets of blood fell from the scepter, left by its master's cruel attack.
"Apparently a spirit has taken refuge in the Millennium Ring, much like the ancient presence in my Item." he said, more to himself than Rishid.
"But master, if the spirit of the Millennium Ring is as dangerous as yours, it could pose more of a problem than a help." the servant offered, his eyes following Malik around the room.
"I do not foresee a problem. The presence, whatever it may be, is not totally aware of the ancient writings, fortunately for us. It is only after the Millennium Items, and it's easy enough to manipulate, with the right bait of course."
"Bait?"
"Yes, Rishid. My sister's Millennium Necklace will do quite nicely."
Rishid nodded and rose to his feet, standing behind Malik.
"And what if Isis refuses to grant you the Item? What will you do then?"
Malik chuckled to himself and closed his eyes for a moment. He rested both hands on the Millennium Rod as he turned slowly and opened his eyes simultaneously, coming to face his servant. He lifted the Rod in front of his face and slowly separated the two pieces, drawing the fearsome dagger from its sheath. It glinted dangerously in the firelight from the torches hung on the wall.
"If she will not hand the Necklace over to me, I will take it myself, by whatever means necessary."
The two departed on foot. Battle City was not far away, and World Domination was only a few paces further.