Sheep: I almost fell out of my chair when I saw how many reviews I had in my inbox. (I usually don't receive too many reviews. I know, I'm kind of pathetic.)
Wow. Thanks to all you people for reviewing! *sends chibi YuGiOh dolls out to dance*
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A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Malik? Are you in there?" Isis' voice came through the bedroom door. She's probably just checking up on me. I've picked up the habit of locking myself in my room for hours at a time.
"Yeah, I'm here. Where else can I be?"
"Yes," she said after a small pause. I got the feeling that she was trying to keep her temper. "Well, have you seen Marik? I haven't been able to locate him for a while."
I looked over at my bed and I saw that my other half was staring at the ceiling, probably plotting his conquest of the world... again. I called out to my sister, "yeah, he's right here. He's not trying to take over the world."
"I wasn't asking that, Malik!" Her footsteps faded as she walked down the hall.
"He isn't yet, at least," I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that, hikari," a voice growled. Oh, so he wasn't just staring at the ceiling. He was also listening to what happened. Damn. I can never get away from him, can I?
"Well, good for you," I replied bitterly. I got out a pencil and started to draw something. I knew that Marik was looking at me disdainfully, but I tried to ignore his penetrating stare. He could tell that something was bothering me.
"Something's bothering you, isn't there?"
See? What did I say?
"If there is, you probably already know about it," I said, still concentrating on my sketch. Oh, I'm drawing a dragon. Didn't notice that. I took my eraser and started to erase some lines, trying not to look at him.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" As usual, there was a menacing tone in his voice. It's when there isn't a tone like that in his voice when I start to worry about him.
I stayed silent. For a minute, nothing could be heard except the scratching of my lead on paper. Then, Malik got up from the bed and sat on a chair beside me.
"Nice drawing. Is it supposed to be a dragon?"
Whoa. I stopped drawing immediately at these words. I could've sworn that Marik just complimented me. I looked at my sketch and I realized that I was drawing a box around the dragon as well.
"Um, yeah. It's a dragon, I think."
"Not too bad. What's the box for?"
I couldn't say what it was for because I honestly didn't know. Just like I don't know how to get out of my own dark mind.
You can see my problem, can't you? My family's been guarding the Pharaoh's Tomb for almost 5,000 years. The tradition's been passed down generation after generation after generation for all that time. And all the heirs accept the responsibility. But I never wanted to stay down in the dark tomb for my whole life. Since I knew the Scriptures by heart, I knew that the time of the Pharaoh was near so I broke out of my house and set out to find the Pharaoh.
Unfortunately, my other half had a different agenda. I just wanted to find the Pharaoh and bring him to his tomb, so that he could use the information that was etched in the stonewalls to protect the world and finally release the Ishtar family into the cultures of the world. Marik, on the other hand, wanted to find the Pharaoh and take his power, like the Scriptures say. He gradually took control of me and actually twisted my own desires for himself. That made me follow the Pharaoh not for the sake of me and my family, but for power and greed.
Since he's born from me, he's also a part of me. He traps my mind within itself and confuses it so delicately that it thinks that it's doing what it wants. He did this within me, so I'm trapped within myself because of myself.
"Malik?" He sharply poked my shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What was it that you asked?"
His eyes, which were exactly like mine, rolled in exasperation. Something that I see often with him. "The box around the dragon. What's it for?"
"Oh, right. I don't know what it's for."
I continued drawing for a while, not knowing what I was drawing. I often did this when I was bored or when my mind was too cluttered with thoughts. What I end up with is usually quite interesting.
"Looks like a cage," Marik said after a while.
It did look like a cage. Lines overlapped the dragon very much like a steel cage.
"You know, these pictures that you draw often reflects what you're feeling," he said when I didn't say anything. "Like when you were angry at your sister the other day, you drew Slifer annihilating an entire city. I noticed that when you were drawing the picture, your eyes were unfocused, like you weren't really seeing the paper."
It didn't really surprise me that he's been studying my habits so closely like that. I did that to him a lot.
I remained silent. He'd figure it out soon enough. He's not stupid. A little warped in the mind, but he's not stupid.
"You're feeling trapped. By what, I'm not too sure."
Ok, half marks for Marik.
"Are you feeling trapped by the restrictions of Isis? Or maybe it's that annoying tomb raider, Bakura, that's making you feel like you can't do anything..."
Man, he's way off.
I sighed and started to put things away.
"I just... feel trapped by everything, that's all," I said lamely. "I'm really tired now, ok? I'm going to bed now."
I got up, changed into my pajamas and slipped into bed. I didn't expect it, but I fell asleep almost immediately. I think I have to stop hanging around Jou so much.
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Tired, my ass. It was barely 9 in the evening.
I knew what was bothering the little hikari. He felt trapped because he couldn't do anything he wanted to without the risk of me hurting people.
He didn't have to make up an excuse to avoid me and my questions. I can see right through his words into his mind. His eyes say much more than he could ever say and they were just saying that he blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life.
He's partially right, though. I am to blame for recent events, but I don't know why I feel like this. So power-hungry... I blame the gods for this. They made me this way. They control my desires, my powers.
Malik doesn't know that, however. He just thinks that I'm planning world domination all the time. He thinks that world domination is all that matters to me. He thinks that I don't care about him.
Like I said before: I'm not stupid.
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Sheep: There's another poem done. So, what do you think?
Wow. Thanks to all you people for reviewing! *sends chibi YuGiOh dolls out to dance*
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A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"Malik? Are you in there?" Isis' voice came through the bedroom door. She's probably just checking up on me. I've picked up the habit of locking myself in my room for hours at a time.
"Yeah, I'm here. Where else can I be?"
"Yes," she said after a small pause. I got the feeling that she was trying to keep her temper. "Well, have you seen Marik? I haven't been able to locate him for a while."
I looked over at my bed and I saw that my other half was staring at the ceiling, probably plotting his conquest of the world... again. I called out to my sister, "yeah, he's right here. He's not trying to take over the world."
"I wasn't asking that, Malik!" Her footsteps faded as she walked down the hall.
"He isn't yet, at least," I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that, hikari," a voice growled. Oh, so he wasn't just staring at the ceiling. He was also listening to what happened. Damn. I can never get away from him, can I?
"Well, good for you," I replied bitterly. I got out a pencil and started to draw something. I knew that Marik was looking at me disdainfully, but I tried to ignore his penetrating stare. He could tell that something was bothering me.
"Something's bothering you, isn't there?"
See? What did I say?
"If there is, you probably already know about it," I said, still concentrating on my sketch. Oh, I'm drawing a dragon. Didn't notice that. I took my eraser and started to erase some lines, trying not to look at him.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" As usual, there was a menacing tone in his voice. It's when there isn't a tone like that in his voice when I start to worry about him.
I stayed silent. For a minute, nothing could be heard except the scratching of my lead on paper. Then, Malik got up from the bed and sat on a chair beside me.
"Nice drawing. Is it supposed to be a dragon?"
Whoa. I stopped drawing immediately at these words. I could've sworn that Marik just complimented me. I looked at my sketch and I realized that I was drawing a box around the dragon as well.
"Um, yeah. It's a dragon, I think."
"Not too bad. What's the box for?"
I couldn't say what it was for because I honestly didn't know. Just like I don't know how to get out of my own dark mind.
You can see my problem, can't you? My family's been guarding the Pharaoh's Tomb for almost 5,000 years. The tradition's been passed down generation after generation after generation for all that time. And all the heirs accept the responsibility. But I never wanted to stay down in the dark tomb for my whole life. Since I knew the Scriptures by heart, I knew that the time of the Pharaoh was near so I broke out of my house and set out to find the Pharaoh.
Unfortunately, my other half had a different agenda. I just wanted to find the Pharaoh and bring him to his tomb, so that he could use the information that was etched in the stonewalls to protect the world and finally release the Ishtar family into the cultures of the world. Marik, on the other hand, wanted to find the Pharaoh and take his power, like the Scriptures say. He gradually took control of me and actually twisted my own desires for himself. That made me follow the Pharaoh not for the sake of me and my family, but for power and greed.
Since he's born from me, he's also a part of me. He traps my mind within itself and confuses it so delicately that it thinks that it's doing what it wants. He did this within me, so I'm trapped within myself because of myself.
"Malik?" He sharply poked my shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What was it that you asked?"
His eyes, which were exactly like mine, rolled in exasperation. Something that I see often with him. "The box around the dragon. What's it for?"
"Oh, right. I don't know what it's for."
I continued drawing for a while, not knowing what I was drawing. I often did this when I was bored or when my mind was too cluttered with thoughts. What I end up with is usually quite interesting.
"Looks like a cage," Marik said after a while.
It did look like a cage. Lines overlapped the dragon very much like a steel cage.
"You know, these pictures that you draw often reflects what you're feeling," he said when I didn't say anything. "Like when you were angry at your sister the other day, you drew Slifer annihilating an entire city. I noticed that when you were drawing the picture, your eyes were unfocused, like you weren't really seeing the paper."
It didn't really surprise me that he's been studying my habits so closely like that. I did that to him a lot.
I remained silent. He'd figure it out soon enough. He's not stupid. A little warped in the mind, but he's not stupid.
"You're feeling trapped. By what, I'm not too sure."
Ok, half marks for Marik.
"Are you feeling trapped by the restrictions of Isis? Or maybe it's that annoying tomb raider, Bakura, that's making you feel like you can't do anything..."
Man, he's way off.
I sighed and started to put things away.
"I just... feel trapped by everything, that's all," I said lamely. "I'm really tired now, ok? I'm going to bed now."
I got up, changed into my pajamas and slipped into bed. I didn't expect it, but I fell asleep almost immediately. I think I have to stop hanging around Jou so much.
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Tired, my ass. It was barely 9 in the evening.
I knew what was bothering the little hikari. He felt trapped because he couldn't do anything he wanted to without the risk of me hurting people.
He didn't have to make up an excuse to avoid me and my questions. I can see right through his words into his mind. His eyes say much more than he could ever say and they were just saying that he blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life.
He's partially right, though. I am to blame for recent events, but I don't know why I feel like this. So power-hungry... I blame the gods for this. They made me this way. They control my desires, my powers.
Malik doesn't know that, however. He just thinks that I'm planning world domination all the time. He thinks that world domination is all that matters to me. He thinks that I don't care about him.
Like I said before: I'm not stupid.
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Sheep: There's another poem done. So, what do you think?
