I am My Master's Shadow

This ficcie is about Rishid's past and present life. It's in his point of view kinda and is sorta angst, but at some parts nice and fluffy, and happy.

My muse will say my disclaimer.

Sabrion: Fire Pendant doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters in it. But right now she is very happy cause she saw parts of the uncut version in Japanese.

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My third Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic. If any of you have any other info about Rishid or Malik I will be so ever grateful if you tell me. Any suggestions, questions, and comments? Please R+R!

Indigo Tantarain: Thank you! I've got Shadi's dad in this chapter. He'll meet Shadi soon enough.

S.A Bonasi: I went to that link on your bio. O gosh it really helped! But she didn't post up a lot of Malik's past.

Thank you both for your reviews. You two were the only ones to review the last chappie. You guys are sooooooo nice!

Chapter 3: A Day in the Ishtar Household

"Get back to work!" shouted Ishtahl, he hit Rishid sharply on the side of the head.

"Yes Ishtar-sama." muttered Rishid as he bent back over his book. * What does Ishtar-sama mean? I WAS working. * thought Rishid fighting the instinct to rub his head, that would only give Ishtar-sama another reason to hit him. Three years had passed in the underground household and so far everyday has been almost the same. Study, then eat or run errands, study, then eat, study, then run errands. Ms. Ishtar was usually bustling around the home cleaning and preparing meals or playing with Isis but being with her for just half an hour during meals highlighted the day.

He was eight and had almost grown to tolerate Ishtar-sama's griping at him and his disciplining. The worst it ever amounted to was getting punched, but that was only once.

"Ishtahl, there is someone at the door for you." said Ms. Ishtar's voice from outside the hall.

"Who is it?" asked Ishtar-sama irritably.

"You do remember Shedsunefertum don't you? The present guardian of the Sennen Items. He has a boy around Rishid's age named Shadi." answered Ms. Ishtar.

"Shedsunefertum? That pathetic excuse for a guardian? I'll go and see to him. Rishid if I don't find those answers to the questions on the scroll by the time I get back you'll wish you had never heard of the Ishtars!" snapped Ishtar-sama.

Rishid sighed and quickly jotted down the answers. He had already figured the problems out. Now he wondered, who was this new arrival? Shouting soon ensued.

"Give you back the Sennen Tauk and Rod? Never! They have belonged in our family longer than you have been alive! Besides, you already have to take care of five other Items." shouted Ishtar-sama.

"I am the Guardian of the Sennen Items. It is my duty to watch over them! So hand them over!" shouted back another voice.

Rishid poked his head outside the door of his room and peered down the hall. He could see Ishtar-sama yelling at another man right outside the door. Fortunately Ishtar-sama had his back to him. The man he was yelling at had on white robes and a turban.

"Get out of here! Or do I have to throw you out myself?" threatened Ishtar- sama.

Ms. Ishtar bustled over to the doorway. "Ishtahl, you are scaring Isis. If you and Shed are going to argue, go outside and do it. Or somewhere else!"

Ishtar-sama made a face and grabbed the man beside him and pulled him up the stairs to the outside.

"Rishid, are you done with your work?" asked Ms. Ishtar.

"Yes Ms. Ishtar." answered Rishid cleaning up his room and going to he washroom to clean the ink-spots off his hands. The kindly woman smiled at him and groaned as she sat down in a chair.

"Is something the matter?" asked Rishid.

"Oh, it's normal. I am with child again. Ishtahl seems determined to have a son of his own." replied Ms. Ishtar. Well, she did look a bit bigger than she had been. Rishid never really noticed.

"Do you know if it is a boy?" asked Rishid.

"It's too early to tell yet. But if it is I want you to know that I will always love you as if you were my own." said Ms. Ishtar hugging Rishid. "Now go get some food from the market for me. I have to stay and take care of Isis. Ishtahl's yelling has woke her up." Ms. Ishtar stood up and walked to Isis's room.

Rishid walked uncertainly to the door and trudged up the steps. He opened the doors above him easily and stepped out. Ishtar-sama and the man were nowhere to be seen. Quickly he closed the doors behind him and ran to the marketplace.

Ishtahl was fuming when he came back home. "Aishisu! Where is that boy?" demanded Ishtahl furiously.

"I sent him to the marketplace for some food." replied Aishisu leading a four year old Isis out of her room.

The closing of the doors announced Rishid's arrival back home.

"I got some fresh food from the market Ms. Ishtar." said Rishid running down the hall. He yelped in surprise as he tripped over something and fell over, knocking over an old looking tablet. It fell to the ground and shattered. He got up shakily and attempted to piece the thing back together but it was ruined.

Ishtar-sama approached him menacingly. "You know that was a magical artifact from the Pharaoh's time? It's a lot more valuable than you are! We are supposed to be watching over the Pharaoh's things and his tomb until he comes back. Not destroy them!" shouted Ishtar-sama. He kicked Rishid in the side.

"I am sorry Ishtar-sama, it won't happened again." said Rishid.

"You clumsy boy! It better not happen again, and to ensure it . . ." hissed Ishtar-sama. He kicked Rishid again and then slapped him. Rishid made no sound as the man beat him.

Ms. Ishtar hustled Isis away into her room, "Ishtahl! Stop it!" pleaded Ms. Ishtar.

"No! He needs to learn to suffer the consequences!" growled Ishtar-sama.

Rishid was flung back into his room and watched as the door was slammed shut and locked. He trembled as he struck a small match and lit a candle that stood on his desk. His lip was bleeding from biting down on it to keep from yelling out. Bruises were starting to form. A ragged sob escaped from his throat and he curled up in his bed waiting for Ishtar-sama to finally let him out of his room again.

* * * to be continued . . . maybe * * *

I'm sorry I know it's short! But I'm trying. I hope it'll be better the next chappie.