Battle of the Millennium
By. Rainbowstar513 and Glowing Star
Disclaimer: We do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters besides the characters that we created.
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This is a fanfiction by two members (me and Rainbowstar513) of the fanfiction.net site. I have permission from Rainbowstar513 to post this in my pen name so if you are going to review, review me, and make sure to comment Rainbowstar513 as well. We wrote this together, me one page, her one page. So there might be sudden changes in plot that might not make sense. Sorry about that. Since the original story we wrote did not have chapters, I named the chapters on who wrote it. They might be short but there'll be more.
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Marik walked toward the chest. "Open…" he hissed commandingly and the chest opened immediately as if it was his servant. Inside the chest, laid on a purple cushion, was a golden heart. "Yes, the power of the Millennium Heart shall soon be mine…" he whispered to nobody in particular. He took out his hand, and reached out to grab the newly discovered Millennium item. Instantly, he withdrew, as if a barrier is blocking him from stealing the Millennium Heart. Suddenly, he had a vision:
Dark…A cloaked man…
"Marik… You do not deserve to have the power of the Millennium Heart; for you have no heart…Marik…I'll give you a mission… if you can complete it, then you can earn the Millennium Heart for good…Marikkkkkk……"
The voice trailed off…
"WAIT!!" Marik shouted alarmingly, his eyes wide open, "What is my mission? What are you talking about?"
The heart did not reply back. But one word kept lingering behind, calling out his name,
"Marrriiiikkkkk………"
Then, immediately after the resounding of his name, a gentle breeze, almost like an invisible hand, pushed Marik's hood back, leaving his face exposed to the outside world. He was stricken with a feeling more than fear, for he had never shown his face to anybody, anywhere, but to his closest friends.
He still wanted the heart. He reached toward the heart again, and drawing power from the Millennium Rod, he used all his strength to penetrate the barrier. But it did not work. The barrier is still impenetrable. Suddenly, another vision struck Marik:
Dark…
Same cloaked man…
"Do you know why you can't have the heart? Only people with a heart can have the power of this heart…Marik… think about what you did all these years underground… you've never even shown your face in public before!!!…You are a disgrace to our generation… yes…Marik…I am your father, the one whom you killed…As a spirit, now my destiny is to protect the Millennium Heart… Marik … Maarrriiiikkkkkk………"
The man disappeared…
Marik was surprised. More than surprised, he never saw his father like that before but that thought immediately disappeared, when he reminded himself to keep on task.
"I refuse to follow your stupid instruction about some mission, my mission is to get the Millennium Heart and I shall acquire it by whatever means necessary!!!" He talked to the Heart, though doubting that it could even hear him. He quickly reached to the back of his cloak and pulled up the hood again. My work here is done, I'll have to get the Millennium Heart another time, Marik thought to himself as he waved his Millennium Rod over the chest and muttered, "Close…"
The chest closed, and as if some magic bewitched it, it disappeared into nothingness. Marik turned around to leave, but a figure stood in his way.
"Ishizu!!!! What are you doing here?? You are dead, I killed you with my own hands!!!!!" Marik exclaimed loudly.
"Brother… you don't know where you are, do you? You are standing in the Prairie of Lost Souls. That's why you met father today."
"What are you talking about!? That's impossible!" Marik said unbelievably.