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!
Sorry it took so long to update. S.A Bonasi and Indigo Tantarain, you two are still the only ones who reviewed. Heh. This part is also sorta part of Indigo Tantarain's Millennial Inheritance where Rishid meets Shadi, except for some changes. So just tell me if I did it alright!
Chapter 4: Purpose Replaced
Rishid ran down the hall searching for Ishtar-sama. There was a worried look on his face. Nine months had passed since the time he had broken that sacred tablet. And he was now nine. Ishtar-sama stepped out of his room and glared at Rishid menacingly. "What is it boy? I have work!" he demanded.
"I don't know, mother, she's in pain. She told me to come and get you. I don't know what's going on." said Rishid hurriedly. A rare delighted look came over Ishtar-sama's face.
"Where is she boy?" demanded Ishtar-sama.
"Mother's in her room. Isis is with her." replied Rishid. Ishtar-sama rushed down the hallway into his wife's room. Rishid followed quickly, he wanted to know what was happening to his mother. She was the only one that actually treated him like family.
Mother was lying on a bed. Her stomach had grown very big and bloated over the nine months. Her breathing was fast and shallow, but it seemed like she was trying to calm down. Five-year old Isis was standing near the bed clutching her mother's hand fearfully. She shuffled back a little bit at the sight of her father entering the room.
"You two get out!" shouted Ishtar-sama, "Rishid, take care of Isis. Make sure she doesn't wander around." Rishid nodded and took Isis's hand leading her out the room. Ishtar-sama shut the door loudly.
Rishid let Isis sit on his bed while he tried to concentrate on studying the ancient scriptures Ishtar-sama wanted him to memorize. But it was of no avail. He looked up from his book and smiled at the sight of Isis sleeping soundly on his bed. Maybe he should get a few winks as well. He folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. Soon he was fast asleep.
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Hours later he was startled awake by someone who was pulling on his thin ponytail. "Wake up Rishid." whispered Isis letting go when Rishid groaned and peeked open one eye, "I want my mama."
"But Ishtar-sama told us to stay out." protested Rishid. Isis made a pleading face, when that made of no use she grabbed Rishid's arm and forcefully tried to pull him out of the room.
"I want to see my mama!" she pouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her lower lip at him angrily (never thought I'd see Isis like that)
Rishid sighed and surrendered to the young girl's wants and let her pull him back to Mother's room. The door was open and the room was lit by a dim candlelight. Ishtar-sama was sitting in a chair holding something in his arms. The room smelled a bit of blood and was hot and stuffy. Ishtar-sama looked up with a delighted grin, the insane look in his eyes glinted even more wildly. "My son! I have a REAL heir now!" gloated Ishtar-sama, he looked mainly at Rishid when he said that.
Isis padded over to her mother's side. "Mama?" she whispered. Mother made no response. Rishid walked next to Isis and clasped Mother's hand, it was cool and limp. Her face was now pale and sweaty. "Mama? Wake up!" said Isis insistently. . .no response still.
"Her spirit flees. She's dead." said Ishtar-sama, there was a tinge of sadness and regret in his voice, but not enough to cover his joy at having a son. "You! Rishid! Since you are of no use as my heir anymore or are you of any use anywhere else. It will be your job to watch over the real heir. His name shall be Malik. You, you are to be his servant." Rishid flinched and bowed. Ishtar-sama thrust the little boy into Rishid's arms and pushed him and Isis back out of the room.
The boy moved in his arms then out came a horrible noise. It sounded like a sick cat! The little red mouth opened wide and started bawling. Rishid panicked at bit. What was he supposed to do? He hoisted the baby so that he could pat the infant's back. Rishid rocked back and forth trying to remember how he used to comfort Isis when Mother was too busy to care for them.
The baby calmed and stopped crying. Rishid sighed and looked at the boy that had replaced his place in the Ishtar family. It was all his fault. Stupid baby boy. Rishid walked to the door that led to the stairs to the outside world. He stepped slowly up them and opened the doors. The baby was asleep luckily or else it might have caused another racket. A lock of pale blonde hair poked out from underneath the blanket that covered his head. * How odd. I've never seen people around with such tan skin and pale hair. * thought Rishid as he closed the trap doors behind him. The evening wind blew softly against his face.
Rishid walked around, a tear trailed down his cheek. He sat down on a stone near the foothills of the nearby mountains and set the baby down in the crevice of two large boulders. His family didn't want him anymore. HE was supposed to be the heir. Why did 'Malik' have to ruin everything?
He sat there for a while when he heard the sound of small rocks pinging against larger ones and the crackle of branches as rocks were pinged into small bushes. Rishid looked up to see a boy his age with near shoulder black length hair holding a small empty sack kicking at rocks randomly and every now and then bending down as if looking for something. Rishid sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest.
The boy looked startled for a moment and turned to see where the noise came from. He spotted Rishid and walked slowly up to him. Rishid hurriedly rubbed his eyes on his sleeves. He didn't want anybody to know he was crying. "Wh-what are you doing here?" asked Rishid.
"Searching for wax root, I suppose" came the bland reply and the boy frowned a bit. Rishid drew himself closer to the rocks and bowed his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I'm not in the way." muttered Rishid. The other boy nodded and was about to walk away when he stopped again.
"Is there something the matter?" he asked. Rishid hesitated on telling any stranger about his troubles but it just came out. Quickly he related to the other boy what had happened to him and why he was out here. Suddenly he blushed, realizing a small mistake he had made not introducing himself before, "Oh, my name is Rishid, what's yours?"
"My name is Shadi, may I . . .sit down?" asked the boy. Rishid nodded and scooted over on the rock. Shadi sat down beside him. "Doesn't your father care for you?" asked Shadi. Rishid stiffened and winced not ready to reply when Shadi quickly changed the subject a little bit. "My father cares for me and I'm his heir too, but he acts very strangely sometimes. He yells at inanimate objects and tells me that they have no minds and that I should not trust them. It is all very confusing."
Rishid laughed, a father that yells at inanimate objects? Well at least that will by better than a father that yelled directly at you, "That sounds funny but I suppose that's not very pleasant to live with. Did you come here because you wanted to run away too? You don't look like you're looking very hard for wax root."
Shadi shook his head and replied, "No, my father just needs to be alone to ruin the artifacts that we are supposed to be guarding. A while ago he went by the Ishtar household to get the Rod and Tauk back. But the old man Ishtar beat him back home with no Items." He rolled his eyes.
Rishid laughed, he hadn't done such a thing for a very long time, this father Shadi had sounded very crazy. And the way Shadi referred to Ishtar- sama was priceless, old man Ishtar. "Hey, you're funny!" When he was able to control his laughter Rishid smiled and said, "What does your mother think of that?"
Shadi's face fell a little bit and Rishid felt a little guilty about asking such a personal question. "Mother didn't like it at all." said Shadi quietly, "She went back to live with her parents on the other side of the Nile when I was young."
He didn't have a mother? How can that be? Ms. Ishtar had been so kind to him, Rishid couldn't even imagine what it would be like without her in his life. "Do you miss her?" asked Rishid.
"I do not remember very much of her." said Shadi, he hesitated as if thinking, "But yes . . . I do miss her."
Rishid sat silently thinking about what life would be like without Mother around. It wasn't really possible for him. He kicked a pebble near his foot and watched it skitter down the hillside. After a while Shadi sighed and swung off the rock. "Did you by any chance see some wax root around here?" asked Shadi.
"Oh, I think so," said Rishid stepping down from the rock. He noticed that he was a few inches taller than Shadi. Rishid lifted Malik from between the rock crevice, Shadi made no comment at all. "Over here come on." Shadi followed Rishid to behind a big boulder where the plant in question was dwelling.
Shadi started picking up the plants. Rishid watched him curiously before cradling Malik in one arm and pulling up more plants for Shadi with another.
"Thanks for listening to me," said Rishid when they were done, he dusted his hands off on his now dirty white robes, "I guess I should be going back home. Even if I'm not wanted I still want to be there more than anywhere else."
"Do you come here often?" asked Shadi excitedly, "We might be able to meet again. I have never seen you in town before."
Rishid shook his head and looked away, "My family doesn't like its members to mingle with others from the outside. Even ones who are not part of the family. Ishtar-sama will be angry with me for bringing his son out here. I have to go."
"Oh, well goodbye then." said Shadi disappointedly.
"Goodbye." said Rishid running back home after glancing back at Shadi again.
* * * to be continued . . . maybe * * * *
So did I get that right sorta? I hope this was a longer and better chapter. I feel so sorry for Rishid. His mother died. * sigh * Poor Rishid. Well you know that this fic for every chapter skips over a couple years? So the next one should be when Malik is about one or two. Cute! Well see yah later -Fire Pendat.
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.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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!
Sorry it took so long to update. S.A Bonasi and Indigo Tantarain, you two are still the only ones who reviewed. Heh. This part is also sorta part of Indigo Tantarain's Millennial Inheritance where Rishid meets Shadi, except for some changes. So just tell me if I did it alright!
Chapter 4: Purpose Replaced
Rishid ran down the hall searching for Ishtar-sama. There was a worried look on his face. Nine months had passed since the time he had broken that sacred tablet. And he was now nine. Ishtar-sama stepped out of his room and glared at Rishid menacingly. "What is it boy? I have work!" he demanded.
"I don't know, mother, she's in pain. She told me to come and get you. I don't know what's going on." said Rishid hurriedly. A rare delighted look came over Ishtar-sama's face.
"Where is she boy?" demanded Ishtar-sama.
"Mother's in her room. Isis is with her." replied Rishid. Ishtar-sama rushed down the hallway into his wife's room. Rishid followed quickly, he wanted to know what was happening to his mother. She was the only one that actually treated him like family.
Mother was lying on a bed. Her stomach had grown very big and bloated over the nine months. Her breathing was fast and shallow, but it seemed like she was trying to calm down. Five-year old Isis was standing near the bed clutching her mother's hand fearfully. She shuffled back a little bit at the sight of her father entering the room.
"You two get out!" shouted Ishtar-sama, "Rishid, take care of Isis. Make sure she doesn't wander around." Rishid nodded and took Isis's hand leading her out the room. Ishtar-sama shut the door loudly.
Rishid let Isis sit on his bed while he tried to concentrate on studying the ancient scriptures Ishtar-sama wanted him to memorize. But it was of no avail. He looked up from his book and smiled at the sight of Isis sleeping soundly on his bed. Maybe he should get a few winks as well. He folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. Soon he was fast asleep.
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Hours later he was startled awake by someone who was pulling on his thin ponytail. "Wake up Rishid." whispered Isis letting go when Rishid groaned and peeked open one eye, "I want my mama."
"But Ishtar-sama told us to stay out." protested Rishid. Isis made a pleading face, when that made of no use she grabbed Rishid's arm and forcefully tried to pull him out of the room.
"I want to see my mama!" she pouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her lower lip at him angrily (never thought I'd see Isis like that)
Rishid sighed and surrendered to the young girl's wants and let her pull him back to Mother's room. The door was open and the room was lit by a dim candlelight. Ishtar-sama was sitting in a chair holding something in his arms. The room smelled a bit of blood and was hot and stuffy. Ishtar-sama looked up with a delighted grin, the insane look in his eyes glinted even more wildly. "My son! I have a REAL heir now!" gloated Ishtar-sama, he looked mainly at Rishid when he said that.
Isis padded over to her mother's side. "Mama?" she whispered. Mother made no response. Rishid walked next to Isis and clasped Mother's hand, it was cool and limp. Her face was now pale and sweaty. "Mama? Wake up!" said Isis insistently. . .no response still.
"Her spirit flees. She's dead." said Ishtar-sama, there was a tinge of sadness and regret in his voice, but not enough to cover his joy at having a son. "You! Rishid! Since you are of no use as my heir anymore or are you of any use anywhere else. It will be your job to watch over the real heir. His name shall be Malik. You, you are to be his servant." Rishid flinched and bowed. Ishtar-sama thrust the little boy into Rishid's arms and pushed him and Isis back out of the room.
The boy moved in his arms then out came a horrible noise. It sounded like a sick cat! The little red mouth opened wide and started bawling. Rishid panicked at bit. What was he supposed to do? He hoisted the baby so that he could pat the infant's back. Rishid rocked back and forth trying to remember how he used to comfort Isis when Mother was too busy to care for them.
The baby calmed and stopped crying. Rishid sighed and looked at the boy that had replaced his place in the Ishtar family. It was all his fault. Stupid baby boy. Rishid walked to the door that led to the stairs to the outside world. He stepped slowly up them and opened the doors. The baby was asleep luckily or else it might have caused another racket. A lock of pale blonde hair poked out from underneath the blanket that covered his head. * How odd. I've never seen people around with such tan skin and pale hair. * thought Rishid as he closed the trap doors behind him. The evening wind blew softly against his face.
Rishid walked around, a tear trailed down his cheek. He sat down on a stone near the foothills of the nearby mountains and set the baby down in the crevice of two large boulders. His family didn't want him anymore. HE was supposed to be the heir. Why did 'Malik' have to ruin everything?
He sat there for a while when he heard the sound of small rocks pinging against larger ones and the crackle of branches as rocks were pinged into small bushes. Rishid looked up to see a boy his age with near shoulder black length hair holding a small empty sack kicking at rocks randomly and every now and then bending down as if looking for something. Rishid sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest.
The boy looked startled for a moment and turned to see where the noise came from. He spotted Rishid and walked slowly up to him. Rishid hurriedly rubbed his eyes on his sleeves. He didn't want anybody to know he was crying. "Wh-what are you doing here?" asked Rishid.
"Searching for wax root, I suppose" came the bland reply and the boy frowned a bit. Rishid drew himself closer to the rocks and bowed his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I'm not in the way." muttered Rishid. The other boy nodded and was about to walk away when he stopped again.
"Is there something the matter?" he asked. Rishid hesitated on telling any stranger about his troubles but it just came out. Quickly he related to the other boy what had happened to him and why he was out here. Suddenly he blushed, realizing a small mistake he had made not introducing himself before, "Oh, my name is Rishid, what's yours?"
"My name is Shadi, may I . . .sit down?" asked the boy. Rishid nodded and scooted over on the rock. Shadi sat down beside him. "Doesn't your father care for you?" asked Shadi. Rishid stiffened and winced not ready to reply when Shadi quickly changed the subject a little bit. "My father cares for me and I'm his heir too, but he acts very strangely sometimes. He yells at inanimate objects and tells me that they have no minds and that I should not trust them. It is all very confusing."
Rishid laughed, a father that yells at inanimate objects? Well at least that will by better than a father that yelled directly at you, "That sounds funny but I suppose that's not very pleasant to live with. Did you come here because you wanted to run away too? You don't look like you're looking very hard for wax root."
Shadi shook his head and replied, "No, my father just needs to be alone to ruin the artifacts that we are supposed to be guarding. A while ago he went by the Ishtar household to get the Rod and Tauk back. But the old man Ishtar beat him back home with no Items." He rolled his eyes.
Rishid laughed, he hadn't done such a thing for a very long time, this father Shadi had sounded very crazy. And the way Shadi referred to Ishtar- sama was priceless, old man Ishtar. "Hey, you're funny!" When he was able to control his laughter Rishid smiled and said, "What does your mother think of that?"
Shadi's face fell a little bit and Rishid felt a little guilty about asking such a personal question. "Mother didn't like it at all." said Shadi quietly, "She went back to live with her parents on the other side of the Nile when I was young."
He didn't have a mother? How can that be? Ms. Ishtar had been so kind to him, Rishid couldn't even imagine what it would be like without her in his life. "Do you miss her?" asked Rishid.
"I do not remember very much of her." said Shadi, he hesitated as if thinking, "But yes . . . I do miss her."
Rishid sat silently thinking about what life would be like without Mother around. It wasn't really possible for him. He kicked a pebble near his foot and watched it skitter down the hillside. After a while Shadi sighed and swung off the rock. "Did you by any chance see some wax root around here?" asked Shadi.
"Oh, I think so," said Rishid stepping down from the rock. He noticed that he was a few inches taller than Shadi. Rishid lifted Malik from between the rock crevice, Shadi made no comment at all. "Over here come on." Shadi followed Rishid to behind a big boulder where the plant in question was dwelling.
Shadi started picking up the plants. Rishid watched him curiously before cradling Malik in one arm and pulling up more plants for Shadi with another.
"Thanks for listening to me," said Rishid when they were done, he dusted his hands off on his now dirty white robes, "I guess I should be going back home. Even if I'm not wanted I still want to be there more than anywhere else."
"Do you come here often?" asked Shadi excitedly, "We might be able to meet again. I have never seen you in town before."
Rishid shook his head and looked away, "My family doesn't like its members to mingle with others from the outside. Even ones who are not part of the family. Ishtar-sama will be angry with me for bringing his son out here. I have to go."
"Oh, well goodbye then." said Shadi disappointedly.
"Goodbye." said Rishid running back home after glancing back at Shadi again.
* * * to be continued . . . maybe * * * *
So did I get that right sorta? I hope this was a longer and better chapter. I feel so sorry for Rishid. His mother died. * sigh * Poor Rishid. Well you know that this fic for every chapter skips over a couple years? So the next one should be when Malik is about one or two. Cute! Well see yah later -Fire Pendat.
