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!
Yay, I updated! I'm very happy.
Wow Perpetually Hyper One. You reviewed a lot! Thank you very much! Arigatou! And here is the new chappie just for you!
P.S. Thank's for your advise and info. I really needed it. Darn I can't watch any of the Japanese Yugioh! If you have anymore info about Malik or Rishid just tell me. It might be useful. ^-^
Chapter 6: We are Brothers
Rishid had just finished sweeping the floor only to be jumped on from behind. "Rishid! You're done now can we play?" asked a pleading young voice. Rishid glanced back at the face that was looking so adorably at him. Malik's big lavender eyes watered profusely. Three years had passed since that day which Rishid had second-guessed himself about his little master. The kid was now five and very active.
"Please Rishid! Chichui [1] (or Chichue I forgot how to spell it hehehehehe) said I could have a little time for a break." coaxed Malik pulling playfully on Rishid's long ponytail of hair, which was still in fact his only bit of hair on his head. Rishid sighed and leant the broom against the kitchen wall. He was now fifteen, but very much mature for his own age. Living a third of his life in the Ishtar household had taught him as much.
"Alright Malik-sama. But only for a while. Your father won't be too happy with me for slacking off on my duties." warned Rishid. Malik just grabbed Rishid's hand dragged him along.
"Isis found me this really cool bouncy ball made from rubber. We can throw it at each other and play catch." said Malik cheerfully running to his room and throwing at Rishid a hard brown sphere. Rishid caught it and dropped it onto the ground, only to be shocked at it jumping right back up at him. Malik giggled and took the ball back as Rishid stared at it. * What kind of thing was this? * thought Rishid still staring at it as he followed Malik a little bit more reluctantly. (hey! You can't blame the guy for freaking out. I don't think he's ever played with a rubber ball before. ^- ^)
Malik dragged Rishid to the stairway near the opening to the outside world. "Malik-sama! We aren't supposed to go outside of our home. It is the law of your household!" warned Rishid stopping immediately where he was.
"Don't worry Rishid. I'm not going out! We can play on the steps. It's more open here and besides, then we won't break anything and have father yell at us." assured Malik with a wide grin. Rishid attempted to smile back as he thought, * Yes, Ishtar-sama does yell at you. But to me, heh. He does worse. * he rubbed the fading bruise on his arm where Malik's father had struck him last time Rishid had been 'punished'.
Malik ran up the steps with the ball and stopped half way up. "Catch Rishid!" giggled Malik throwing the ball down to the teen. Rishid easily nabbed the ball and threw it back up to his little master. Malik jumped up to catch it with a big smile.
This went back and forth for a while. Little-by-little, Malik was slowly edging closer to the trap doors at the top of the stairway, catching the throws that went over his head. Rishid bent down to pick up the ball he had unfortunately missed. His ears suddenly picked up a threatening hiss. Looking up to where Malik was, he saw the little boy standing in front of a half-grown cobra.
"Malik-sama! Back away from it, slowly." instructed Rishid walked slowly up the steps toward the snake and his master. The snake must have sensed danger coming to it and lunged out, mouth opened wide into Malik's soft young flesh. The little boy screamed in pain and fear. Rishid grabbed the cobra behind its head and on its tail and snapped its spinal cord. The snake went limp and let go of Malik.
Blood welled up from the bite and Malik whimpered. Rishid picked up Malik and started to rush back into the hall to look for some help but someone was already there. Ishtar-sama stood in the doorway menacingly, "I'll take the boy. Rishid, you wait in my room." growled the man snatching Malik away.
Rishid shuffled away with his head bowed down. He knew what was probably coming. Half an hour later the door to Ishtar-sama's room opened. The man came in with an infuriated look in his eyes. He quickly landed a punch on Rishid's face. "If Malik dies do you know what will happen?" yelled the man.
Rishid retrained from rubbing his cheek where the blow had landed. He averted his eyes from Ishtar-sama and replied softly, "No sir."
Ishtar-sama kicked Rishid roughly and pulled him up by his arm, his fingernails digging into Rishid's skin. "If Malik dies I will have no heir. You should have been bitten instead! HE is the heir not YOU! HE is the one that needs to survive. YOU . . . are expendable." shouted Ishtar- sama, "Now get out! And if my son dies, you will go too and painfully!"
As Rishid exited Ishtar-sama's room, he approached Malik's. Pain and anger was welling up in his heart. Anger that was bottled up for so long. He spotted a small knife with a sheath hanging on the wall and removed it from its place. Inside Malik's room he drew the knife out of its sheath and poised it above the boy's unconscious body. He didn't care about Ishtar- sama's stupid threats anymore. It was that BOY's fault that all of this happened to him. It was MALIK's fault that the only person that Rishid had ever known as mother died. Rishid was about to bring the blade down when Malik opened his eyes.
"Rishid," called out Malik in a weak voice, Rishid stopped the blade from falling and stared at the boy, "Sorry . . . it's all my fault brother." He stopped to cough. Rishid just stared at him.
"Brother?" asked Rishid, what did Malik mean? * I am nothing but a servant to him. * thought Rishid.
"Yeah . . . you've always been there for me and I've always thought of you as my brother." whispered Malik. Rishid could now see that the boy was very feverish and weak, the hand that held the knife moved away from Malik. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. A wave of guilt and shame washed through him and Rishid dropped the knife.
He didn't even hear the metal clattering on the floor as he buried his face in the boy's blanket. "Oh Malik-sama! Malik-sama!" tears streamed down Rishid's face as he released all the pent-up tension inside of him.
Malik smiled and took Rishid's hand, "Oniisan."
* * * to be continued . . . sometime * * *
I liked this chappie! Malik is so clever even when he doesn't know it. You made Rishid so happy! Oniisan is how you saw brother right? Or is it Oneesan? I don't want Malik to be calling Rishid sister from now on if it is a mistake. Hehehehe. That would be a disaster.
So what do you think? R+R! People! Rishid is the best! And he deserves more! Write more Rishid stories people out there!
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!
Yay, I updated! I'm very happy.
Wow Perpetually Hyper One. You reviewed a lot! Thank you very much! Arigatou! And here is the new chappie just for you!
P.S. Thank's for your advise and info. I really needed it. Darn I can't watch any of the Japanese Yugioh! If you have anymore info about Malik or Rishid just tell me. It might be useful. ^-^
Chapter 6: We are Brothers
Rishid had just finished sweeping the floor only to be jumped on from behind. "Rishid! You're done now can we play?" asked a pleading young voice. Rishid glanced back at the face that was looking so adorably at him. Malik's big lavender eyes watered profusely. Three years had passed since that day which Rishid had second-guessed himself about his little master. The kid was now five and very active.
"Please Rishid! Chichui [1] (or Chichue I forgot how to spell it hehehehehe) said I could have a little time for a break." coaxed Malik pulling playfully on Rishid's long ponytail of hair, which was still in fact his only bit of hair on his head. Rishid sighed and leant the broom against the kitchen wall. He was now fifteen, but very much mature for his own age. Living a third of his life in the Ishtar household had taught him as much.
"Alright Malik-sama. But only for a while. Your father won't be too happy with me for slacking off on my duties." warned Rishid. Malik just grabbed Rishid's hand dragged him along.
"Isis found me this really cool bouncy ball made from rubber. We can throw it at each other and play catch." said Malik cheerfully running to his room and throwing at Rishid a hard brown sphere. Rishid caught it and dropped it onto the ground, only to be shocked at it jumping right back up at him. Malik giggled and took the ball back as Rishid stared at it. * What kind of thing was this? * thought Rishid still staring at it as he followed Malik a little bit more reluctantly. (hey! You can't blame the guy for freaking out. I don't think he's ever played with a rubber ball before. ^- ^)
Malik dragged Rishid to the stairway near the opening to the outside world. "Malik-sama! We aren't supposed to go outside of our home. It is the law of your household!" warned Rishid stopping immediately where he was.
"Don't worry Rishid. I'm not going out! We can play on the steps. It's more open here and besides, then we won't break anything and have father yell at us." assured Malik with a wide grin. Rishid attempted to smile back as he thought, * Yes, Ishtar-sama does yell at you. But to me, heh. He does worse. * he rubbed the fading bruise on his arm where Malik's father had struck him last time Rishid had been 'punished'.
Malik ran up the steps with the ball and stopped half way up. "Catch Rishid!" giggled Malik throwing the ball down to the teen. Rishid easily nabbed the ball and threw it back up to his little master. Malik jumped up to catch it with a big smile.
This went back and forth for a while. Little-by-little, Malik was slowly edging closer to the trap doors at the top of the stairway, catching the throws that went over his head. Rishid bent down to pick up the ball he had unfortunately missed. His ears suddenly picked up a threatening hiss. Looking up to where Malik was, he saw the little boy standing in front of a half-grown cobra.
"Malik-sama! Back away from it, slowly." instructed Rishid walked slowly up the steps toward the snake and his master. The snake must have sensed danger coming to it and lunged out, mouth opened wide into Malik's soft young flesh. The little boy screamed in pain and fear. Rishid grabbed the cobra behind its head and on its tail and snapped its spinal cord. The snake went limp and let go of Malik.
Blood welled up from the bite and Malik whimpered. Rishid picked up Malik and started to rush back into the hall to look for some help but someone was already there. Ishtar-sama stood in the doorway menacingly, "I'll take the boy. Rishid, you wait in my room." growled the man snatching Malik away.
Rishid shuffled away with his head bowed down. He knew what was probably coming. Half an hour later the door to Ishtar-sama's room opened. The man came in with an infuriated look in his eyes. He quickly landed a punch on Rishid's face. "If Malik dies do you know what will happen?" yelled the man.
Rishid retrained from rubbing his cheek where the blow had landed. He averted his eyes from Ishtar-sama and replied softly, "No sir."
Ishtar-sama kicked Rishid roughly and pulled him up by his arm, his fingernails digging into Rishid's skin. "If Malik dies I will have no heir. You should have been bitten instead! HE is the heir not YOU! HE is the one that needs to survive. YOU . . . are expendable." shouted Ishtar- sama, "Now get out! And if my son dies, you will go too and painfully!"
As Rishid exited Ishtar-sama's room, he approached Malik's. Pain and anger was welling up in his heart. Anger that was bottled up for so long. He spotted a small knife with a sheath hanging on the wall and removed it from its place. Inside Malik's room he drew the knife out of its sheath and poised it above the boy's unconscious body. He didn't care about Ishtar- sama's stupid threats anymore. It was that BOY's fault that all of this happened to him. It was MALIK's fault that the only person that Rishid had ever known as mother died. Rishid was about to bring the blade down when Malik opened his eyes.
"Rishid," called out Malik in a weak voice, Rishid stopped the blade from falling and stared at the boy, "Sorry . . . it's all my fault brother." He stopped to cough. Rishid just stared at him.
"Brother?" asked Rishid, what did Malik mean? * I am nothing but a servant to him. * thought Rishid.
"Yeah . . . you've always been there for me and I've always thought of you as my brother." whispered Malik. Rishid could now see that the boy was very feverish and weak, the hand that held the knife moved away from Malik. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. A wave of guilt and shame washed through him and Rishid dropped the knife.
He didn't even hear the metal clattering on the floor as he buried his face in the boy's blanket. "Oh Malik-sama! Malik-sama!" tears streamed down Rishid's face as he released all the pent-up tension inside of him.
Malik smiled and took Rishid's hand, "Oniisan."
* * * to be continued . . . sometime * * *
I liked this chappie! Malik is so clever even when he doesn't know it. You made Rishid so happy! Oniisan is how you saw brother right? Or is it Oneesan? I don't want Malik to be calling Rishid sister from now on if it is a mistake. Hehehehe. That would be a disaster.
So what do you think? R+R! People! Rishid is the best! And he deserves more! Write more Rishid stories people out there!
