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Authors Note: This is kind of a pointless chapter that I wrote while enduring writers block. It's pretty short. Don't get mad at me. It's been kind of hectic around here with all that stuff with my brother and everything. Poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him-key word "almost." But, that's really his problem. It was his choice to do that stuff and now he'll have to put up with a baby. Yahoo. Another niece or nephew for Jaylen. That kind of sucks. Anyway, that being said, you may read this horrendously not-too-great chapter.
"Master, you sent for me?"
"Yes, I want you to watch Tiera for me. Don't let her go anywhere. She hasn't been behaving. If she does anything wrong, tell her I will punish her when I get back. I'm going to Battle City."
I was listening through the door that led out of my chamber. As soon as I heard footsteps approaching, I scrambled to the middle of the room on all fours, trying to make it look like I had been there all along. Big mistake.
"I thought I told you not to move a muscle." Marik gave me a piercing stare. "It looks to me like you've been moving."
I didn't say anything. Marik could see right through me.
"I don't have time to punish you right now, but when I come back, I'll have to teach you how to listen." He cleared his throat and spoke very loudly and clearly, as though I couldn't understand him. "Now, don't move a muscle until I get back!" With that, he swept past me and out the door on the other side of the chamber.
His servant walked into the room. He began walking in circles around me, coaxing me to move, to twist my head around and watch him. It was making me feel very uneasy, but I wouldn't move. There was no way I would move.
So instead, I tried to piece together all of the scattered thoughts and memories I held inside my mind. I felt like the answer was within my grasp, but I couldn't quite reach it.
Marik had said the word 'hikari'. I knew I had heard it somewhere before...not long ago. It seemed to make sense in a strange way. And Bakura had called Marik Malik, and there were two Bakura's and two Marik's.
And then, all of a sudden, it clicked. Yugi had told me what a hikari was when I was with him. The other boy that was with him was his hikari, he was the yami. And he and his hikari had split into two people just like Marik and Bakura. So that meant...Marik had a yami, or a hikari.
Come to think of it, Malik or whoever, was the yami, the dark, and Marik was the light. That explained his eyes and the angel and devil. Bakura had a hikari too, that white-haired innocent looking boy who had been sent to the shadow realm. The thought of him made me hear that scream again and it sent shivers up my spine.
Meanwhile, the servant was still circling, begging me to move. I stayed there, stiff as a board. I wasn't going to let him provoke me.
After a while, it seemed like he got bored with his little game and he went to stand in the corner. After what seemed like years, Marik burst through the door. He looked at his servant. "Did she behave?"
The servant looked at me and got a nasty glint in his eye. "No sir, she did not. She was all over the place. I couldn't do anything to subdue her."
Marik eyed the man suspiciously. "You know, I don't like people who lie."
The servant didn't say anything.
"I can tell when people are lying. And you are." He looked down at me. "I'll deal with you later." He said to the man. "For now, I have other punishments to give out."
The man was visibly shaking, but he turned and walked out of the room.
Marik turned to me. "So, you've got it all figured out, do you?" He began pacing back and forth in front of me.
I gasped inwardly. Was he reading my mind? Yes, I did know that there were two Marik's but how did he know what I was thinking."
"Actually, that is incorrect. My hikari and I are one. We are two souls in one body." He stopped pacing. "But I don't like you knowing all this. I'll have to change that."
What was he going to do? Erase my mind?
"Yes, actually, I think I will, however, that can only be done with the Millennium Key, which I don't possess at the moment. Maybe you could get it for me." He grinned sadistically at me. I saw a flash of white and then everything went blank.
I was feeling this strange sensation. It was like I was a puppet on strings. I still had a mind but I could not control the actions of my own body. I looked at my surroundings. My feet were moving down a stone staircase. There was Egyptian writing on the walls of the stone passageway I was walking through.
I came upon a doorway. Something was telling me not to go in there, but the indescribable force was pulling me. I felt my mind tug back at the force. I couldn't control anything I was doing and I was getting scared. Very scared. I tried to pull away from everything. I wanted to run back home to Marik, or wherever he was right now. However merciless he may be, it was better than being here, battling strange forces.
Finally, however, the strength and intensity of that irregular puppet-on-strings type feeling won over and I felt my feet move toward the doorway. I walked through it and walked into a chamber. I continued walking until I felt my feet come to an abrupt halt. My head was forced upward and I heard myself say "Shadi, long time no see!" except it wasn't me talking. I knew that for a fact. It wasn't my voice I heard. It was a false, programmed sounding voice. It didn't even sound human.
Through the mist, I could see the outline of a man. He stepped toward me. "Marik, I should have known it would be you. I made a big mistake in giving you that Millennium Item."
What was he talking about? I wasn't Marik! And then it hit me. Marik must have me under his control. I fought an inner struggle with the force that was trying to make me say something else. I, however, wasn't strong enough. "Too late. I already have four." Was what Marik said next. "And I plan on adding yours to my collection!"
I tried to make the voice stop, to make the force go away, but it was no use. I couldn't. I felt tears stinging at my eyes. Why wasn't I strong enough? Why couldn't I fight the things that came against me? It seemed like all I had done all my life was wait for somebody else to take hold of my mind. For somebody else to catch me when I fell. For somebody else to fix all of my problems. Why couldn't I be powerful like them?
"You'll never beat me in a Shadow Duel, Marik. This mind slave is not strong enough!" Shadi sneered at me.
There it was again! Nobody thought I could do anything. Not even I did. "It's not the slave that must be strong. It is the master." I heard Marik say through me. Suddenly, I saw a glow. It was the key around Shadi's neck. I looked down at myself and saw the same ring or pendent or whatever that Bakura had been wearing appear around my own neck. And all of a sudden, I was filled with a tremendous strength. Such a feeling I had never felt before.
A ray of light shot out of Shadi's key and my own ring. They met in mid-air. As the beams hit each other, I could feel myself begin to weaken, but it was nothing compared to Shadi. He collapsed almost immediately. "Poor thing. Must have had a hard day." I heard myself say, and for once I didn't care. I let the force take the key from around Shadi's neck. I let my feet carry me back up the staircase and out of the pyramid. I didn't care what Marik did to me because for once, I had beaten somebody. I had been strong and they had been weak.
Authors Note: Yeah, yeah, I know that was bad, but at least I got it posted. I may replace this chapter. I still have writers block though so I don't really know what I'd replace it with if I did replace it. Oh well. Hope you didn't think it sucked too much. If you did, I'm sorry. New chapter in at most a month (hopefully maybe a week if I can get over writers block).
~Jaylen
Authors Note: This is kind of a pointless chapter that I wrote while enduring writers block. It's pretty short. Don't get mad at me. It's been kind of hectic around here with all that stuff with my brother and everything. Poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him-key word "almost." But, that's really his problem. It was his choice to do that stuff and now he'll have to put up with a baby. Yahoo. Another niece or nephew for Jaylen. That kind of sucks. Anyway, that being said, you may read this horrendously not-too-great chapter.
"Master, you sent for me?"
"Yes, I want you to watch Tiera for me. Don't let her go anywhere. She hasn't been behaving. If she does anything wrong, tell her I will punish her when I get back. I'm going to Battle City."
I was listening through the door that led out of my chamber. As soon as I heard footsteps approaching, I scrambled to the middle of the room on all fours, trying to make it look like I had been there all along. Big mistake.
"I thought I told you not to move a muscle." Marik gave me a piercing stare. "It looks to me like you've been moving."
I didn't say anything. Marik could see right through me.
"I don't have time to punish you right now, but when I come back, I'll have to teach you how to listen." He cleared his throat and spoke very loudly and clearly, as though I couldn't understand him. "Now, don't move a muscle until I get back!" With that, he swept past me and out the door on the other side of the chamber.
His servant walked into the room. He began walking in circles around me, coaxing me to move, to twist my head around and watch him. It was making me feel very uneasy, but I wouldn't move. There was no way I would move.
So instead, I tried to piece together all of the scattered thoughts and memories I held inside my mind. I felt like the answer was within my grasp, but I couldn't quite reach it.
Marik had said the word 'hikari'. I knew I had heard it somewhere before...not long ago. It seemed to make sense in a strange way. And Bakura had called Marik Malik, and there were two Bakura's and two Marik's.
And then, all of a sudden, it clicked. Yugi had told me what a hikari was when I was with him. The other boy that was with him was his hikari, he was the yami. And he and his hikari had split into two people just like Marik and Bakura. So that meant...Marik had a yami, or a hikari.
Come to think of it, Malik or whoever, was the yami, the dark, and Marik was the light. That explained his eyes and the angel and devil. Bakura had a hikari too, that white-haired innocent looking boy who had been sent to the shadow realm. The thought of him made me hear that scream again and it sent shivers up my spine.
Meanwhile, the servant was still circling, begging me to move. I stayed there, stiff as a board. I wasn't going to let him provoke me.
After a while, it seemed like he got bored with his little game and he went to stand in the corner. After what seemed like years, Marik burst through the door. He looked at his servant. "Did she behave?"
The servant looked at me and got a nasty glint in his eye. "No sir, she did not. She was all over the place. I couldn't do anything to subdue her."
Marik eyed the man suspiciously. "You know, I don't like people who lie."
The servant didn't say anything.
"I can tell when people are lying. And you are." He looked down at me. "I'll deal with you later." He said to the man. "For now, I have other punishments to give out."
The man was visibly shaking, but he turned and walked out of the room.
Marik turned to me. "So, you've got it all figured out, do you?" He began pacing back and forth in front of me.
I gasped inwardly. Was he reading my mind? Yes, I did know that there were two Marik's but how did he know what I was thinking."
"Actually, that is incorrect. My hikari and I are one. We are two souls in one body." He stopped pacing. "But I don't like you knowing all this. I'll have to change that."
What was he going to do? Erase my mind?
"Yes, actually, I think I will, however, that can only be done with the Millennium Key, which I don't possess at the moment. Maybe you could get it for me." He grinned sadistically at me. I saw a flash of white and then everything went blank.
I was feeling this strange sensation. It was like I was a puppet on strings. I still had a mind but I could not control the actions of my own body. I looked at my surroundings. My feet were moving down a stone staircase. There was Egyptian writing on the walls of the stone passageway I was walking through.
I came upon a doorway. Something was telling me not to go in there, but the indescribable force was pulling me. I felt my mind tug back at the force. I couldn't control anything I was doing and I was getting scared. Very scared. I tried to pull away from everything. I wanted to run back home to Marik, or wherever he was right now. However merciless he may be, it was better than being here, battling strange forces.
Finally, however, the strength and intensity of that irregular puppet-on-strings type feeling won over and I felt my feet move toward the doorway. I walked through it and walked into a chamber. I continued walking until I felt my feet come to an abrupt halt. My head was forced upward and I heard myself say "Shadi, long time no see!" except it wasn't me talking. I knew that for a fact. It wasn't my voice I heard. It was a false, programmed sounding voice. It didn't even sound human.
Through the mist, I could see the outline of a man. He stepped toward me. "Marik, I should have known it would be you. I made a big mistake in giving you that Millennium Item."
What was he talking about? I wasn't Marik! And then it hit me. Marik must have me under his control. I fought an inner struggle with the force that was trying to make me say something else. I, however, wasn't strong enough. "Too late. I already have four." Was what Marik said next. "And I plan on adding yours to my collection!"
I tried to make the voice stop, to make the force go away, but it was no use. I couldn't. I felt tears stinging at my eyes. Why wasn't I strong enough? Why couldn't I fight the things that came against me? It seemed like all I had done all my life was wait for somebody else to take hold of my mind. For somebody else to catch me when I fell. For somebody else to fix all of my problems. Why couldn't I be powerful like them?
"You'll never beat me in a Shadow Duel, Marik. This mind slave is not strong enough!" Shadi sneered at me.
There it was again! Nobody thought I could do anything. Not even I did. "It's not the slave that must be strong. It is the master." I heard Marik say through me. Suddenly, I saw a glow. It was the key around Shadi's neck. I looked down at myself and saw the same ring or pendent or whatever that Bakura had been wearing appear around my own neck. And all of a sudden, I was filled with a tremendous strength. Such a feeling I had never felt before.
A ray of light shot out of Shadi's key and my own ring. They met in mid-air. As the beams hit each other, I could feel myself begin to weaken, but it was nothing compared to Shadi. He collapsed almost immediately. "Poor thing. Must have had a hard day." I heard myself say, and for once I didn't care. I let the force take the key from around Shadi's neck. I let my feet carry me back up the staircase and out of the pyramid. I didn't care what Marik did to me because for once, I had beaten somebody. I had been strong and they had been weak.
Authors Note: Yeah, yeah, I know that was bad, but at least I got it posted. I may replace this chapter. I still have writers block though so I don't really know what I'd replace it with if I did replace it. Oh well. Hope you didn't think it sucked too much. If you did, I'm sorry. New chapter in at most a month (hopefully maybe a week if I can get over writers block).
~Jaylen