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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Sorry for the long wait for the update! I had a little bit of a writer's block. But I'm writing up the next chappie right now. I've been given great inspiration from last week's Yugioh episode. I heard Malik snapped on Rishid and he would never do that! Well maybe if he were in a VERY bad mood. So I'm writing on to show that Rishid is very important and that Malik isn't really that bad of a psychopath (but he sorta is ^-^) Oi like this chappie I know it's short but I thought it was cute. I hope the next ones will be longer.
Chapter 5: Brotherly Thoughts
A now twelve years old Rishid bent over a sheaf of papyrus scrolls that he had taken from the small library of ancient scrolls that the family had accumulated over the years. This one was about a heroic pharaoh, his name was something like Aknumkanon; Rishid was too frustrated to look back over it.
He had spent the last few hours babysitting, feeding, and TRYING to please the little, two-year-old baby. Who was supposedly his master. * Master Malik, * thought Rishid turning over the title in his mind. The little thing was now very quiet. * What has happened now? * Rishid looked behind him, the kid had never been this quiet before. But the bed was empty. Rishid paled, Malik was not there! If Ishtar-sama found out about this he would most definitely get a whipping or something worse. The man wanted nothing at all to happen to his precious heir; or else it would be Rishid's own fault.
There was a sound of incoherent babble right outside his door. Rishid saw that it was opened. He put down the scrolls and rushed out. A small baby boy with blonde hair was tussling with one of Rishid's books. Probably trying to rip it apart. Rishid sighed and picked up the chubby little baby and walked back into his own room. He set Malik onto the bed and was about to continue with his work when a small voice interrupted.
"Sheed." Rishid's eyes widened in surprise as he looked back at the boy. Malik was looking at him with his big lavender eyes and his face was contorted with great concentration. "W-w-w-i . ." said Malik, the baby then scowled. Rishid had to smiled, the scene was very comical. "W-w- wisheed." said Malik, the scowl disappeared replaced with a very joyful smile. "Wisheed." said Malik proudly.
Rishid just gaped at the small master in amazement. Malik had just tried to say his name. Out of all the things that could have been his first word. It had been his servant's name. He shook his head in confoundedness and picked up the scrolls again, only to be interrupted by a small tug on his robes.
Malik was standing next to his chair looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Up Whisheed, up!" he said lifting up his arms and waiting for Rishid to pick him up.
"Not now." said Rishid impatiently.
But Malik only persisted, his big eyes had started watering and his face had turned into a large pout and his lower lip protruded indignantly. Rishid found this rather cute and exhaled again. Abandoning his work, he swept Malik off the floor. The little boy squealed in laughter and excitement. "Whisheed up! Up, up, up!" chanted Malik.
Rishid threw Malik up into the air and caught him. Malik giggled and wriggled his fingers and demanded, "Up, up, up!" Rishid continued this until his strong arms were tired out and he dumped Malik onto the bed. Fortunately, Malik was contented as well. He spotted one of Rishid's books lying on the bed and decided maybe this wasn't a thing rip as he watched Rishid studying the scrolls.
Malik toddled over to it and sat down with a small thud. Curiously he picked up the book that he once was trying desperately to mangle and held it up to his eyes. Rishid was secretly watching in amusement. The boy was holding it, trying very hard to imitate Rishid, he was succeeding, but the only problem was . . . that he was holding it upside-down. Frustrated again Malik pouted some more and rolled over onto his back and fell asleep.
Rishid felt a little more liking to the boy. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Things would have gone even better between him and Master Malik if it weren't for Ishtar-sama always reminding him that he was worth absolutely nothing and was not but a lousy and clumsy servant.
He quickly took his mind off the man's daily rants and tried to focus on something else. A face wavered into his mind; with long dark hair and cloudy blue eyes. Hmmm, Shadi. It had been a while since Rishid last thought about their chance meeting. His first and only friend.
"Rishido?" said a female voice, "How is Malik?" Isis glanced at Malik.
"He's fine Isis, sleeping now." replied Rishid humbly and bowing as well as he could in his chair. Isis had grown to look very much like her mother. She was now at least seven years old. Isis smiled at him and left without another word.
What freedom it would be to get out of this dark hole in the ground. To meet some more people and to be away from Ishtar-sama's incessant complaints. That would be bliss.
Rishid relaxed in his chair and closed his eyes. Well, at least he had something to wish on. A glimmer of hope amid a sea of darkness, he looked back over at Malik; and there maybe some company as well.
* * * to be continued . . . for a while * * *
Okay the next update might be in a while might not. I'm going to China! For a visit for three weeks. But I might be able to continue writing during that time if my dad downloads Microsoft Word onto his laptop. *growls *
Well I hope to see you all later! Thank you S.A Bonasi, Indigo Tantarian, and marina for reviewing the last chappie! Long live Rishid!
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.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sorry for the long wait for the update! I had a little bit of a writer's block. But I'm writing up the next chappie right now. I've been given great inspiration from last week's Yugioh episode. I heard Malik snapped on Rishid and he would never do that! Well maybe if he were in a VERY bad mood. So I'm writing on to show that Rishid is very important and that Malik isn't really that bad of a psychopath (but he sorta is ^-^) Oi like this chappie I know it's short but I thought it was cute. I hope the next ones will be longer.
Chapter 5: Brotherly Thoughts
A now twelve years old Rishid bent over a sheaf of papyrus scrolls that he had taken from the small library of ancient scrolls that the family had accumulated over the years. This one was about a heroic pharaoh, his name was something like Aknumkanon; Rishid was too frustrated to look back over it.
He had spent the last few hours babysitting, feeding, and TRYING to please the little, two-year-old baby. Who was supposedly his master. * Master Malik, * thought Rishid turning over the title in his mind. The little thing was now very quiet. * What has happened now? * Rishid looked behind him, the kid had never been this quiet before. But the bed was empty. Rishid paled, Malik was not there! If Ishtar-sama found out about this he would most definitely get a whipping or something worse. The man wanted nothing at all to happen to his precious heir; or else it would be Rishid's own fault.
There was a sound of incoherent babble right outside his door. Rishid saw that it was opened. He put down the scrolls and rushed out. A small baby boy with blonde hair was tussling with one of Rishid's books. Probably trying to rip it apart. Rishid sighed and picked up the chubby little baby and walked back into his own room. He set Malik onto the bed and was about to continue with his work when a small voice interrupted.
"Sheed." Rishid's eyes widened in surprise as he looked back at the boy. Malik was looking at him with his big lavender eyes and his face was contorted with great concentration. "W-w-w-i . ." said Malik, the baby then scowled. Rishid had to smiled, the scene was very comical. "W-w- wisheed." said Malik, the scowl disappeared replaced with a very joyful smile. "Wisheed." said Malik proudly.
Rishid just gaped at the small master in amazement. Malik had just tried to say his name. Out of all the things that could have been his first word. It had been his servant's name. He shook his head in confoundedness and picked up the scrolls again, only to be interrupted by a small tug on his robes.
Malik was standing next to his chair looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Up Whisheed, up!" he said lifting up his arms and waiting for Rishid to pick him up.
"Not now." said Rishid impatiently.
But Malik only persisted, his big eyes had started watering and his face had turned into a large pout and his lower lip protruded indignantly. Rishid found this rather cute and exhaled again. Abandoning his work, he swept Malik off the floor. The little boy squealed in laughter and excitement. "Whisheed up! Up, up, up!" chanted Malik.
Rishid threw Malik up into the air and caught him. Malik giggled and wriggled his fingers and demanded, "Up, up, up!" Rishid continued this until his strong arms were tired out and he dumped Malik onto the bed. Fortunately, Malik was contented as well. He spotted one of Rishid's books lying on the bed and decided maybe this wasn't a thing rip as he watched Rishid studying the scrolls.
Malik toddled over to it and sat down with a small thud. Curiously he picked up the book that he once was trying desperately to mangle and held it up to his eyes. Rishid was secretly watching in amusement. The boy was holding it, trying very hard to imitate Rishid, he was succeeding, but the only problem was . . . that he was holding it upside-down. Frustrated again Malik pouted some more and rolled over onto his back and fell asleep.
Rishid felt a little more liking to the boy. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. Things would have gone even better between him and Master Malik if it weren't for Ishtar-sama always reminding him that he was worth absolutely nothing and was not but a lousy and clumsy servant.
He quickly took his mind off the man's daily rants and tried to focus on something else. A face wavered into his mind; with long dark hair and cloudy blue eyes. Hmmm, Shadi. It had been a while since Rishid last thought about their chance meeting. His first and only friend.
"Rishido?" said a female voice, "How is Malik?" Isis glanced at Malik.
"He's fine Isis, sleeping now." replied Rishid humbly and bowing as well as he could in his chair. Isis had grown to look very much like her mother. She was now at least seven years old. Isis smiled at him and left without another word.
What freedom it would be to get out of this dark hole in the ground. To meet some more people and to be away from Ishtar-sama's incessant complaints. That would be bliss.
Rishid relaxed in his chair and closed his eyes. Well, at least he had something to wish on. A glimmer of hope amid a sea of darkness, he looked back over at Malik; and there maybe some company as well.
* * * to be continued . . . for a while * * *
Okay the next update might be in a while might not. I'm going to China! For a visit for three weeks. But I might be able to continue writing during that time if my dad downloads Microsoft Word onto his laptop. *growls *
Well I hope to see you all later! Thank you S.A Bonasi, Indigo Tantarian, and marina for reviewing the last chappie! Long live Rishid!
