Chimei-teki Shin

BlackRose: Sorry I took so long.  I was kinda concentrating on other shit. 

Bakura:  About time. 

BlackRose:  Leave me alone, ya big bully.  On with the ficcie! 

Malik walked around the dark room, carefully picking his way so as not to fall through another hole if there was another one in here.  He turned around quickly as something shining caught his eye.  He began to walk slowly, cautiously towards it to get a better look.  It was a heart.  A human heart.  Floating a few inches above its pedestal, still beating.  It was also casting a faint reddish glow around the room.  Malik stared at it in awed amazement for a few moments, as if he were hypnotized.  No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't manage to tear his gaze away from the beating organ.  Trembling fingers slowly reached out to touch the organ.  His fingertips rushed against it for a brief moment before he snapped out of his haze and pulled his hand back.  Gazing down at the tips of his fingers now stained red, he realized that the heart was indeed very fresh.  He remained staring at it for a few more moments, as it continued to beat.  He didn't, couldn't, tear his eyes away from the gruesome trophy.  That is, until a voice that sounded so much like his own ran out in his head. 

/Hello, Hikari./

Malik's eyes widened.  No.  He-he couldn't…it was a trick.  Marik had been banished. 

/You can't banish yourself./ 

//You're not apart of me.  Just an abomination//

/Oh, but I am a part of you, dear Hikari.  I AM you./ 

Then he began to laugh.  Loudly, his voice echoing throughout Malik's head in a resounding cackle. 

//Stop it!  Please…go away.  You don't belong here!//

/Now, why would you say that.  I'm hurt./

//Just stop talking to me!  Leave me alone!  You've done enough!//

/Oh I have, have I?/

//You shouldn't even be here!  You CAN'T be here!//

/Why shouldn't I be here?  I'm apart of you.  You CAN'T get rid of me!/ 

And the young Egyptian crumbled to his knees, hands gripping his platinum blonde hair as he gritted his teeth.  The sound of his yami's voice was becoming louder and louder.  He wouldn't have heard anything else even if he tried.  He let out a scream of pain as it felt like his yami was having a tantrum inside of his head.  The Millennium Rod lay on the floor next to him, completely forgotten as the Egyptian continued ton wail. 

/Face it Hikari, you'll never be rid of me./    

Malik was trembling despite himself, his stomach fluttering as if he had swallowed a glass container of butterflies and the container had broken, setting the butterflies free to roam about in his stomach.  His lavender eyes were wide, and his mouth open as he gasped for breath.  He felt like all of the oxygen was being choked out of him, and there was nothing he could do.  Slender fingers curled up against the carpet, gripping it as hard as they could. 

(A.N- Kinda like his power in dark Mind, Tortured Soul, eh?)

And the heart's beating grew more rapid, so that it was pounding against the pedestal, causing it to rock.  But before it could topple off of the stone, it inflated, deflated, then inflated again so that it was almost as big as Malik's aching head.  It thud thudded once more, then exploded, so that it was raining small pieces of tissue and blood, soaking the entire room and its occupant in a messy silt.  But the Egyptian paid no attention to it, hell; he hadn't even heard the hearts almost thunderous beating.  He cried out once more, fingernails digging so far into the carpet that there was a ripping sound as the nails tore the material.  He shrieked, couldn't take it anymore.  Suddenly, he spotted the Rod lying dormant on the floor beside him.  Only one thought was aloud to reverberate across his mind. 

The blade, must use the blade.

Fingers grasped the golden Millennium Item and immediately unsheathed it.  He brought the blade to his wrist and dragged it across the tender skin.  The blade bit hard into his skin, and he would have brought it all the way down, had he not suddenly snapped to his sense.  He looked at his wrist, remembering all of the other times he had done such a thing, shortly after Battle City.  But he could never do it hard enough to end his life.  No, he hadn't wanted that.  But this time, he had come close to it.  So close and he hadn't even realized it.  Immediately sheathing the blade again, he shakily got to his feet.  He felt the blood trickled down his hand in a steady stream.  Ripping some of the material off of his shirt, he wrapped the cloth around the wound and set to find a way out of the suicidal room.  He only then noticed the unpleasant heart leftovers, which not only somehow managed to stain the walls, but himself too.  Fighting down the wave of nausea, he continued his search, until his hands brushed against the cold brass of a doorknob.  Fingers curled around it and gave the knob a sharp twist, flinging the door open.  He took off down the hall, eager to get away from the gore covered room.  He realized it was a different hallway he had gone down, but not really giving a damn.  All that mattered was that he put as much distance between himself and that horrible room.  He stopped finally a few minutes later, panting as he leaned against the wall.  A sudden thought hit him. 

Ryou.  I have to find him.  He may be in trouble.  

With this thought in mind, the scared teenager took off again, praying he would get to his white-haired friend in time. 

Bakura:  These will get longer she says, I promise she says.  Well, it doesn't look it.

BlackRose:  *sighs*  I know.  They aren't, are they? 

Bakura:  I wouldn't have said so if they were, now would I? 

BlackRose:  I should have asked Malik to do this.  HE is nicer at least.  Needless to say guys, although from the slower amount I've gotten, maybe it is necessary.  REVIEW, ONEGAI!!!!