Wow! More people liked this story then I thought! So here is another chapter from Malik's point of veiw and everyone who wonders what makes Malik tick can have a bit of an explaination... well, 'sept for the witch part.
Malik: I can't believe I let her talk me into this... This is torture...
LYB: Come on! It's not all that often you get a story told directly from your point of veiw in your voice!
Malik: Point taken...
This chapter is all in Malik's point of view
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Son of the Desert
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I lounged across the bed Yugi had directed me to earlier and listened to the voices downstairs, watching
Beyblade. I was in particularly bad mood, even for me. But this Yule season was really getting to me, I don't think I ever felt more alone in my life even if I was here surrounded by the people who so readily forgave me and let me into their circle. I'm still leery about this, I really don't think I deserve their forgiveness. And even so with them, I never felt more alone. I mean, Yugi and Seto are so completely in love, (and it's rather nice of the Pharaoh to drop his hate for Kaiba for his hikari) Honda is getting really close to Joey's little sister, me? Single, depressed, tired.
I tired to focus on the show, I really do love it especially Ray and Kai... and I thought I was stubborn. I consoled myself with myself for my ingenious idea of distracting Joey with rearranging the room so I could magnetize the TV downstairs, it was nothing short of brilliant. Especially since I made it look like it was Joey's fault by tossing the magnet to him, thus beginning a game of catch between he and Honda. I felt the evil smile spread across my face, oh Goddess forgive me I can't go an hour without raising hell. I may as well live up to the reputation of being psychotic. Hell, I think I am psychotic, it would explain a lot. Another idea started to form itself in my mind involving rigging Otogi's dice to let Joey win a game. Then I paused, knowing that blonde dumbass he'd loose anyway. I raised my brow, Ra, I'm bitter, oh well, that's the breaks.
I'm living proof the three fold rule exists. First of all I've always been an impatience trouble maker so I'm fair game for karma and trust me it can crashing down on me in Battle City, but do you think I'd learn? Hell no! I like myself just the way I am. Crazy. I allowed myself a sadistic laugh. I could almost envision the goddess glairing at me, tapping her foot in an annoyed manner, warning me her three fold rule was in effect and I should be nice. But then she smiles and so do I because I remember she has been with me from beginning and will be there till the end, I can always count on my faith in her; even if her threefold rule really bites with my not so nice nature.
Yugi had asked me the same thing when I arrived and I did promise to try. *Try* being the key word here. In all honesty I had no idea why I was here. I don't even celebrate Christmas! As strange as it is, I never have. Father (in all his glory…) honoured the ancient Egyptian gods the way they were in the old days, I never followed all that well, he abused that power to no end. I've learn you don't abuse magick, it's a gift. Isis will agree with me on that. Once I got free of that underground prison I started my quest for consolations, this was one I came across. I could keep my beloved Egyptian gods, but I found answers and a balance.
In all technicality, The Lord and The Lady have no names, they are the two energies of the spirit. But many witches call them many things. I've chosen to follow the Egyptian sect of Witchcraft, and still call them by Egyptian names: Isis (who my sister is named for), Bast, Seckmet, Ma'at, Hathor, Nut… then there's the male versions: Osiris, Ra, Thoth, Anubus, Horus, Geb… I have learned a lot in my journey through magick; including that my family gets it's name from a Mesopotamian Goddess of war, who's symbol is the Morning Star, Venus. And Isis isn't the only own in our family named for a heavenly power. I'm a Sun God!! Like a Pharaoh!! MWAHAHAHA!! I have such an ego... I love it, and hate it.
You must understand, I'm so in love with myself, I'll be the first to tell you I'm as arrogent as they come. But you have to know to that I hate myself. I hate everything I've become, bitter, self-righteous, cold. Strange, na?
My thoughts were cut short by the door creaking open and the white haired figure I knew so well entered. I knew instantly it wasn't Yami Bakura, which suited me just fine. I don't think this Yule season could handle the two of us together and bored, besides, he was off with my sister at that moment. It didn't bother me really, she'd have him scared out of his mind in a few days... I knew her well, Isis is no push over. As long as HE is fresh in my mind, I may as well explain my WONDERFUL relationship with Mr. I'm-the-master-yami-tomb-robber; Henceforth known as Bakura, simply because that's what I always call him. On second thought, maybe it's best not to think about him, it makes me think about how bored I am. Bakura and I don't always see eye to eye... but we do when we're bored or angry, mainly because we share an odd sense of humour and temperament. Though I will admit, even if I wasn't overly upset, screaming in rage or anything, I was a bit insulted Isis would leave me alone for Yule. Maybe half the reason I was here, I had nothing better to do and harassing people seemed worth my while.
It was Yugi who had called me, at the moment the phone I was in one of my bi-polar depressions and in the middle of casting a spell. Then again, I'm usually always depressed. Pitiful isn't it? You wouldn't know it to look at me, but do you really think I would have done half the things I do if I wasn't?
I sighed, yeah, self-pity never got anyone anywhere and I've always done everything in my power to distract myself from it. But I'm Hamlet-ish that way - when there's no one around I can put my pain on and make miserable it all turns back in on myself.
I was in this exact state of mind when I wrote the spell I happened to be doing when Yugi called. I know you can't throw magick at problems and make them vanish, it doesn't work that way, you have to solve it yourself, but it helps resolve some things. I also know your should leave the phone off the hook, but no one ever called anyway so I hadn't bothered. At the time I had been on my knees, unravelling a ball of red yarn from my left hand to my right, I remember the chant very well:
"I search the universe for a human being made for me,
a lover true who will prove be,
the person with whom I was meant to be.
The string unravels and so does the time,
At the end of the thread lenghted 3 times 3,
Stands my love waiting for me.
I reach to touch the fairy ring.
Give me a heart that's dragon eyed and angel winged,
I set my prayer up on a pyre,
Like angel fire, rise higher and higher.
Up to the heavens and across the sky,
Fate do your work don't pass me by.
Send me someone with gentle eyes and delicate tone,
I was never made to stand alone.
It was a this point the I reached the end of the thread and the phone rang. I gave a quick, sealing "with harm to none, so mote it be" and ran for the phone.
At the moment when Ryou entered the room I had the same thread twined about my fingers and the chant passing threw my head as I unravelled it bit by bit. It always helps enforce the magick if you repeat it casually to direct your energy towards the spells cause. I was always better at healing ritual magick anyway, screw love spells, I haven't come up with any simple magick yet that has worked like I wanted, high magick (a.k.a healing and spiritual ritual) are my area of interest. [1]
The thought made me bitter, not only that but my wonderful solitude of plotting had been interrupted. You see, this is what frustrates me about this boy, he gets me at the worst possible moments. You see, I've adored Ryou from the minute I first saw him. He reminds me of the beautiful midnights I've laid out under the stars. His eyes dark and deep like the comforting night sky and hair flashing the colour of a summer moon. I've never seen anyone so pale, it almost seems like he glows with some unknown magick that comes from within. So patient and graceful, I swear the boy must have been a swan in a past life, no wait... I think a dove may be a better choice, their smaller and they have a more radiant spirit to them. But you see, here in lies the problem, if I had to pick a bird for myself it would be a falcon, exceeding clever but always picking fights.... falcons hunt and kill small birds like doves. I can adore him and croon over him in my mind all I want but if I ever had the chance to hold him, blessed Ra, I think I'd break him. Like the porcelain dolls my sister had as a child, she adored then, she made then herself with undying effort. I could never touch one or it would end up broken and I could never stand to see Isis cry.
Yeah, yeah I know, I'm being a really prick about this, but it isn't easy to keep a mind as strange as mind off of this boy. Just seeing him is like some kind of absolution to everything that's buried inside me. I swear it's like he's magnetic and I'm made of metal! I'm drawn to him irresistibly and I'm hard and cold as steel. I refuse to let my mind stay on him because I know if it were put before me I could fall in love with him so easily. And that scares me, it really does. I mean, what can I offer such an innocent thing? Invite him out to drink with me and his yami? Fuck no!! And wait a minute, what the hell was he doing in _my_ room anyway? My rather melancholy thought had managed to strike a chord of misery inside me. As wonderful as seeing him there looking so temping was it reminded me of exactly who I was and that I could never have that peace.
"Can I help you?" I said smoothly, my now bad mood coming out in my tone. Then I remembered Yugi telling me I would probably end up sharing the cabin with someone. I mentally kicked myself twice, one for that and the second for not being nicer to him. Ishtar you are quite possibly the dumbest man alive! If you like him so much why are you so @#$%^&* mean to him! Oh well, I refuse to let my face betray my inner rampaging and I put on an annoyed look. I really am a splendid actor, you get good at it after years of brewing in revenge plots and inner turmoil. My, my, aren't I bitter?
He looked at me shocked a moment then another emotion flitted across his face only for a brief second before being replace by embarrassment. Embarrassment? What did he have to be embarrassed about? "I'm sorry." he said in his soft voice with a tinge of bitterness, oh Hathor I love that voice! It's even delicate when he's upset. Nani? Upset? What rubbed his fur the wrong way? Ah my wonderful bitterness must have pissed him off. "But it seems we're stuck together, so we may as well make the most of it."
I almost choked, but caught myself.
My heart seemed to like the idea of staying in a small house with him for a week, but a fear crept into me. A week, two of us, one bedroom. I swallowed, oh no, there was no way in hell I was going to share a bed with him. No dice. No sale. No way, Was I about to share a bed with the object of my affection. The last thing I needed was for him to figure out just how much I DID like being so close to him. It was bad enough I had to sit at that moment with my leg closest to him pulled up to my chest to hide it. Oh what did I do to deserve this! The goddess must hate me! Come on! I'm sorry for Battle City alright! Haven't you dished out enough karma! I really didn't mean to break the TV... okay well, that's a lie... but I'm sorry!
"Oh lucky me." I replied, rolling my eyes and turning my attention back to the TV, hoping maybe he would get frustrated and leave, no such luck.
"At least have the courtesy to acknowledge I'm here." he scowled.
"Fine, how do you do? Now what do you want?" I was pushing his buttons and I knew it, he doesn't have much of a temper but I know he does get angry, everyone does. This probably isn't the best way to handle the situation. But I'm not about to jeopardize what little I have by letting his any closer to me mental, physically or emotionally. I have nothing for him, he would never be happy, for the love of Osiris he must hate me after everything I've done!
"Well..." he paused, sounding frustrated, I certainly wasn't making this easy for him. "What about sleeping?" he made a gesture to the bed and I glanced at him as if to say 'are you done pestering me yet?'
"The couch is downstairs, enjoy yourself." I said smartly, and started channel surfing, noticing my show was over. I really didn't think he mind, maybe give me a nasty look at the worst but I nearly did a double take as he sighed and walked back the way he came. I swear he looked positively miserable. I couldn't stop myself "Hey Ryou, I..." I felt the conviction flee from me and I mental slapped myself seeing the dark eyes turn on me, I couldn't place the emotion I saw, but my defences kicked in again but I forced myself to be relatively nice. "I know the TV is broken downstairs... you're free to this one." He just shrugged, still looking decidedly ill as he walked out.
I felt worst then I had in a long time...
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When I went to the main lodge for dinner I was in such a terrible mood and I made sure everyone knew it. Of course it wasn't really chalked up to a rotten mood, just me being overly annoying and bored. I disconnected a few of the wires in the duel system with my millennium rod as I stood by it oh so inconspicuously which royal pissed off the pharaoh when he tried to battle Mai.
Kaiba had been messing with changing some light blues in a string of Christmas lights so I took the liberty of "helping out" by plugging them in. I didn't know Kaiba could dance so well. At least it looked like dancing as he jumped around holding his numb fingers. I laughed my ass off knowing he would be okay in few seconds. I was further rewarded when I realized a few others were amused by my prank and started laughing, one of them happened to be Joey and Kaiba's wrath fell on him, not me.
I threw a handful of un-floured blueberries into Tea's muffins when she wasn't looking just before she put the tray in the oven. It made them turn a sickly green which I think traumatized everyone from her cooking. I noticed Ryou left right after we ate but I didn't dare ask why less someone should figure out my secret crush. Last thing I needed was Otogi on my case about it. All in all, I managed nicely until after playing a few rounds of grand theft auto with Yugi I went back to my cabin.
I walked in and it was like the whole place cried of sorrow. I'm been a witch long enough to know when the balance is disturbed in a place and it seemed negativity practically ~lived~ here. I looked toward the couch and my heart sank. My little night nymph lay there, curled up as tight as the couch allowed, a blanket pulled around him. His face was turned away from me toward the back of the couch but just something about the way he was lying, or may be the energy in the room told me he had been crying. I could just tell. I silently walked to the couch and looked down at him, sleeping in whatever peace it may have allowed him. At that moment I wanted nothing more then to pick him up and cradle him to my chest, ask him what was wrong and try my best to listen. Smooth his hair and hold him, assure him that fate moves in circles and whatever was on his mind would pass and he would be happy. I turned me back and walked away, up to the bedroom and closed the door; shutting out everything, my sorrow, my sympathy, my Ryou....
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[1] Yes, I know, there's a big difference between how Ryou practices and how Malik does. They both believe the same thing but follow two different sect's of Wicca or witchcraft. Malik would fall into the category of a Ceremonial Witch, who happen to use the Egyptian pantheon. This means he uses a high amount of ritual and religion in his practice. Ryou, on the other hand, obviously isn't so intense, and is more comfortable with the little spells, Malik has no luck with, though this doesn't mean he is any less devout. Ryou is an Eclectic witch meaning he has no sect or pantheon that he follows, he simple studies a wide variety and applies what works best for him, though I think I'll make him lean a bit toward the Celtic sect for a bit of spicy, and because it would be kinda cute ^_^. There are MANY different sects and No sect is better then another, it's simply what works best for you. And yes, I read Sliver RavenWolf a lot...
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Malik: Awful angsty don't you think....
LYB: Well your not exactly the happiest character in all of Yu-Gi-Oh...
Malik: *gets starry eyed* So true....
LYB: O_o U ...
Ryou: I feel so miserable now! Malik doesn't like me!
Malik: That's not true! Ahhh! LYB, fix this!
LYB: Next chapter, cross my heart.
Ryou and Malik: YAY!!!!!!!
Cat I thought so ;)
ITSAME it's one of mine too ^_^
ChaosEnd hehehehehe.... so true, I love winter!
Bakura'sBaby Thank you!!
Keiko G.O.D I know, I think it pretty cute and funny at the same time ^_^
Yuki-Chan T_T he ran off after I told him his hikari was seeing Malik WAAAA!!!
Aesa_Bast I know, I'm like that too. I actually found them in a university refrense encylopeda about gods of the Middle East, while researching the goddess Lilith for a seminiar I have to give. I was shocked and thrilled to find them. Though saddly there wasn't much written on them in one place and I had to cross-refence the other books in the 'peda set to find out their full stories. :P But it inspired me to write this!
lita @_@ puppy eyes.... must... write....
Engetsu Yeah, I'm one too ^_^ and I do know what drawing down the moon is. I plan to do something with that idea a little later on '_^
RyogazGrl I know... I'm so mean... ;_;
OtakuChild Believe me, it took a lot of guts on my part to post this, I debated it for about 2 weeks!
T.K read my little blip at the end of this chapter ;)
Ruby/Luna The god Malik is not quite a love god, but being a sun god he does come under the heading of a fertility god. And there's also a neat little side legend about him I'll mention later on in this story about on of the god Malik's ventures into love.
Malik: I can't believe I let her talk me into this... This is torture...
LYB: Come on! It's not all that often you get a story told directly from your point of veiw in your voice!
Malik: Point taken...
This chapter is all in Malik's point of view
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Son of the Desert
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I lounged across the bed Yugi had directed me to earlier and listened to the voices downstairs, watching
Beyblade. I was in particularly bad mood, even for me. But this Yule season was really getting to me, I don't think I ever felt more alone in my life even if I was here surrounded by the people who so readily forgave me and let me into their circle. I'm still leery about this, I really don't think I deserve their forgiveness. And even so with them, I never felt more alone. I mean, Yugi and Seto are so completely in love, (and it's rather nice of the Pharaoh to drop his hate for Kaiba for his hikari) Honda is getting really close to Joey's little sister, me? Single, depressed, tired.
I tired to focus on the show, I really do love it especially Ray and Kai... and I thought I was stubborn. I consoled myself with myself for my ingenious idea of distracting Joey with rearranging the room so I could magnetize the TV downstairs, it was nothing short of brilliant. Especially since I made it look like it was Joey's fault by tossing the magnet to him, thus beginning a game of catch between he and Honda. I felt the evil smile spread across my face, oh Goddess forgive me I can't go an hour without raising hell. I may as well live up to the reputation of being psychotic. Hell, I think I am psychotic, it would explain a lot. Another idea started to form itself in my mind involving rigging Otogi's dice to let Joey win a game. Then I paused, knowing that blonde dumbass he'd loose anyway. I raised my brow, Ra, I'm bitter, oh well, that's the breaks.
I'm living proof the three fold rule exists. First of all I've always been an impatience trouble maker so I'm fair game for karma and trust me it can crashing down on me in Battle City, but do you think I'd learn? Hell no! I like myself just the way I am. Crazy. I allowed myself a sadistic laugh. I could almost envision the goddess glairing at me, tapping her foot in an annoyed manner, warning me her three fold rule was in effect and I should be nice. But then she smiles and so do I because I remember she has been with me from beginning and will be there till the end, I can always count on my faith in her; even if her threefold rule really bites with my not so nice nature.
Yugi had asked me the same thing when I arrived and I did promise to try. *Try* being the key word here. In all honesty I had no idea why I was here. I don't even celebrate Christmas! As strange as it is, I never have. Father (in all his glory…) honoured the ancient Egyptian gods the way they were in the old days, I never followed all that well, he abused that power to no end. I've learn you don't abuse magick, it's a gift. Isis will agree with me on that. Once I got free of that underground prison I started my quest for consolations, this was one I came across. I could keep my beloved Egyptian gods, but I found answers and a balance.
In all technicality, The Lord and The Lady have no names, they are the two energies of the spirit. But many witches call them many things. I've chosen to follow the Egyptian sect of Witchcraft, and still call them by Egyptian names: Isis (who my sister is named for), Bast, Seckmet, Ma'at, Hathor, Nut… then there's the male versions: Osiris, Ra, Thoth, Anubus, Horus, Geb… I have learned a lot in my journey through magick; including that my family gets it's name from a Mesopotamian Goddess of war, who's symbol is the Morning Star, Venus. And Isis isn't the only own in our family named for a heavenly power. I'm a Sun God!! Like a Pharaoh!! MWAHAHAHA!! I have such an ego... I love it, and hate it.
You must understand, I'm so in love with myself, I'll be the first to tell you I'm as arrogent as they come. But you have to know to that I hate myself. I hate everything I've become, bitter, self-righteous, cold. Strange, na?
My thoughts were cut short by the door creaking open and the white haired figure I knew so well entered. I knew instantly it wasn't Yami Bakura, which suited me just fine. I don't think this Yule season could handle the two of us together and bored, besides, he was off with my sister at that moment. It didn't bother me really, she'd have him scared out of his mind in a few days... I knew her well, Isis is no push over. As long as HE is fresh in my mind, I may as well explain my WONDERFUL relationship with Mr. I'm-the-master-yami-tomb-robber; Henceforth known as Bakura, simply because that's what I always call him. On second thought, maybe it's best not to think about him, it makes me think about how bored I am. Bakura and I don't always see eye to eye... but we do when we're bored or angry, mainly because we share an odd sense of humour and temperament. Though I will admit, even if I wasn't overly upset, screaming in rage or anything, I was a bit insulted Isis would leave me alone for Yule. Maybe half the reason I was here, I had nothing better to do and harassing people seemed worth my while.
It was Yugi who had called me, at the moment the phone I was in one of my bi-polar depressions and in the middle of casting a spell. Then again, I'm usually always depressed. Pitiful isn't it? You wouldn't know it to look at me, but do you really think I would have done half the things I do if I wasn't?
I sighed, yeah, self-pity never got anyone anywhere and I've always done everything in my power to distract myself from it. But I'm Hamlet-ish that way - when there's no one around I can put my pain on and make miserable it all turns back in on myself.
I was in this exact state of mind when I wrote the spell I happened to be doing when Yugi called. I know you can't throw magick at problems and make them vanish, it doesn't work that way, you have to solve it yourself, but it helps resolve some things. I also know your should leave the phone off the hook, but no one ever called anyway so I hadn't bothered. At the time I had been on my knees, unravelling a ball of red yarn from my left hand to my right, I remember the chant very well:
"I search the universe for a human being made for me,
a lover true who will prove be,
the person with whom I was meant to be.
The string unravels and so does the time,
At the end of the thread lenghted 3 times 3,
Stands my love waiting for me.
I reach to touch the fairy ring.
Give me a heart that's dragon eyed and angel winged,
I set my prayer up on a pyre,
Like angel fire, rise higher and higher.
Up to the heavens and across the sky,
Fate do your work don't pass me by.
Send me someone with gentle eyes and delicate tone,
I was never made to stand alone.
It was a this point the I reached the end of the thread and the phone rang. I gave a quick, sealing "with harm to none, so mote it be" and ran for the phone.
At the moment when Ryou entered the room I had the same thread twined about my fingers and the chant passing threw my head as I unravelled it bit by bit. It always helps enforce the magick if you repeat it casually to direct your energy towards the spells cause. I was always better at healing ritual magick anyway, screw love spells, I haven't come up with any simple magick yet that has worked like I wanted, high magick (a.k.a healing and spiritual ritual) are my area of interest. [1]
The thought made me bitter, not only that but my wonderful solitude of plotting had been interrupted. You see, this is what frustrates me about this boy, he gets me at the worst possible moments. You see, I've adored Ryou from the minute I first saw him. He reminds me of the beautiful midnights I've laid out under the stars. His eyes dark and deep like the comforting night sky and hair flashing the colour of a summer moon. I've never seen anyone so pale, it almost seems like he glows with some unknown magick that comes from within. So patient and graceful, I swear the boy must have been a swan in a past life, no wait... I think a dove may be a better choice, their smaller and they have a more radiant spirit to them. But you see, here in lies the problem, if I had to pick a bird for myself it would be a falcon, exceeding clever but always picking fights.... falcons hunt and kill small birds like doves. I can adore him and croon over him in my mind all I want but if I ever had the chance to hold him, blessed Ra, I think I'd break him. Like the porcelain dolls my sister had as a child, she adored then, she made then herself with undying effort. I could never touch one or it would end up broken and I could never stand to see Isis cry.
Yeah, yeah I know, I'm being a really prick about this, but it isn't easy to keep a mind as strange as mind off of this boy. Just seeing him is like some kind of absolution to everything that's buried inside me. I swear it's like he's magnetic and I'm made of metal! I'm drawn to him irresistibly and I'm hard and cold as steel. I refuse to let my mind stay on him because I know if it were put before me I could fall in love with him so easily. And that scares me, it really does. I mean, what can I offer such an innocent thing? Invite him out to drink with me and his yami? Fuck no!! And wait a minute, what the hell was he doing in _my_ room anyway? My rather melancholy thought had managed to strike a chord of misery inside me. As wonderful as seeing him there looking so temping was it reminded me of exactly who I was and that I could never have that peace.
"Can I help you?" I said smoothly, my now bad mood coming out in my tone. Then I remembered Yugi telling me I would probably end up sharing the cabin with someone. I mentally kicked myself twice, one for that and the second for not being nicer to him. Ishtar you are quite possibly the dumbest man alive! If you like him so much why are you so @#$%^&* mean to him! Oh well, I refuse to let my face betray my inner rampaging and I put on an annoyed look. I really am a splendid actor, you get good at it after years of brewing in revenge plots and inner turmoil. My, my, aren't I bitter?
He looked at me shocked a moment then another emotion flitted across his face only for a brief second before being replace by embarrassment. Embarrassment? What did he have to be embarrassed about? "I'm sorry." he said in his soft voice with a tinge of bitterness, oh Hathor I love that voice! It's even delicate when he's upset. Nani? Upset? What rubbed his fur the wrong way? Ah my wonderful bitterness must have pissed him off. "But it seems we're stuck together, so we may as well make the most of it."
I almost choked, but caught myself.
My heart seemed to like the idea of staying in a small house with him for a week, but a fear crept into me. A week, two of us, one bedroom. I swallowed, oh no, there was no way in hell I was going to share a bed with him. No dice. No sale. No way, Was I about to share a bed with the object of my affection. The last thing I needed was for him to figure out just how much I DID like being so close to him. It was bad enough I had to sit at that moment with my leg closest to him pulled up to my chest to hide it. Oh what did I do to deserve this! The goddess must hate me! Come on! I'm sorry for Battle City alright! Haven't you dished out enough karma! I really didn't mean to break the TV... okay well, that's a lie... but I'm sorry!
"Oh lucky me." I replied, rolling my eyes and turning my attention back to the TV, hoping maybe he would get frustrated and leave, no such luck.
"At least have the courtesy to acknowledge I'm here." he scowled.
"Fine, how do you do? Now what do you want?" I was pushing his buttons and I knew it, he doesn't have much of a temper but I know he does get angry, everyone does. This probably isn't the best way to handle the situation. But I'm not about to jeopardize what little I have by letting his any closer to me mental, physically or emotionally. I have nothing for him, he would never be happy, for the love of Osiris he must hate me after everything I've done!
"Well..." he paused, sounding frustrated, I certainly wasn't making this easy for him. "What about sleeping?" he made a gesture to the bed and I glanced at him as if to say 'are you done pestering me yet?'
"The couch is downstairs, enjoy yourself." I said smartly, and started channel surfing, noticing my show was over. I really didn't think he mind, maybe give me a nasty look at the worst but I nearly did a double take as he sighed and walked back the way he came. I swear he looked positively miserable. I couldn't stop myself "Hey Ryou, I..." I felt the conviction flee from me and I mental slapped myself seeing the dark eyes turn on me, I couldn't place the emotion I saw, but my defences kicked in again but I forced myself to be relatively nice. "I know the TV is broken downstairs... you're free to this one." He just shrugged, still looking decidedly ill as he walked out.
I felt worst then I had in a long time...
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When I went to the main lodge for dinner I was in such a terrible mood and I made sure everyone knew it. Of course it wasn't really chalked up to a rotten mood, just me being overly annoying and bored. I disconnected a few of the wires in the duel system with my millennium rod as I stood by it oh so inconspicuously which royal pissed off the pharaoh when he tried to battle Mai.
Kaiba had been messing with changing some light blues in a string of Christmas lights so I took the liberty of "helping out" by plugging them in. I didn't know Kaiba could dance so well. At least it looked like dancing as he jumped around holding his numb fingers. I laughed my ass off knowing he would be okay in few seconds. I was further rewarded when I realized a few others were amused by my prank and started laughing, one of them happened to be Joey and Kaiba's wrath fell on him, not me.
I threw a handful of un-floured blueberries into Tea's muffins when she wasn't looking just before she put the tray in the oven. It made them turn a sickly green which I think traumatized everyone from her cooking. I noticed Ryou left right after we ate but I didn't dare ask why less someone should figure out my secret crush. Last thing I needed was Otogi on my case about it. All in all, I managed nicely until after playing a few rounds of grand theft auto with Yugi I went back to my cabin.
I walked in and it was like the whole place cried of sorrow. I'm been a witch long enough to know when the balance is disturbed in a place and it seemed negativity practically ~lived~ here. I looked toward the couch and my heart sank. My little night nymph lay there, curled up as tight as the couch allowed, a blanket pulled around him. His face was turned away from me toward the back of the couch but just something about the way he was lying, or may be the energy in the room told me he had been crying. I could just tell. I silently walked to the couch and looked down at him, sleeping in whatever peace it may have allowed him. At that moment I wanted nothing more then to pick him up and cradle him to my chest, ask him what was wrong and try my best to listen. Smooth his hair and hold him, assure him that fate moves in circles and whatever was on his mind would pass and he would be happy. I turned me back and walked away, up to the bedroom and closed the door; shutting out everything, my sorrow, my sympathy, my Ryou....
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[1] Yes, I know, there's a big difference between how Ryou practices and how Malik does. They both believe the same thing but follow two different sect's of Wicca or witchcraft. Malik would fall into the category of a Ceremonial Witch, who happen to use the Egyptian pantheon. This means he uses a high amount of ritual and religion in his practice. Ryou, on the other hand, obviously isn't so intense, and is more comfortable with the little spells, Malik has no luck with, though this doesn't mean he is any less devout. Ryou is an Eclectic witch meaning he has no sect or pantheon that he follows, he simple studies a wide variety and applies what works best for him, though I think I'll make him lean a bit toward the Celtic sect for a bit of spicy, and because it would be kinda cute ^_^. There are MANY different sects and No sect is better then another, it's simply what works best for you. And yes, I read Sliver RavenWolf a lot...
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Malik: Awful angsty don't you think....
LYB: Well your not exactly the happiest character in all of Yu-Gi-Oh...
Malik: *gets starry eyed* So true....
LYB: O_o U ...
Ryou: I feel so miserable now! Malik doesn't like me!
Malik: That's not true! Ahhh! LYB, fix this!
LYB: Next chapter, cross my heart.
Ryou and Malik: YAY!!!!!!!
Cat I thought so ;)
ITSAME it's one of mine too ^_^
ChaosEnd hehehehehe.... so true, I love winter!
Bakura'sBaby Thank you!!
Keiko G.O.D I know, I think it pretty cute and funny at the same time ^_^
Yuki-Chan T_T he ran off after I told him his hikari was seeing Malik WAAAA!!!
Aesa_Bast I know, I'm like that too. I actually found them in a university refrense encylopeda about gods of the Middle East, while researching the goddess Lilith for a seminiar I have to give. I was shocked and thrilled to find them. Though saddly there wasn't much written on them in one place and I had to cross-refence the other books in the 'peda set to find out their full stories. :P But it inspired me to write this!
lita @_@ puppy eyes.... must... write....
Engetsu Yeah, I'm one too ^_^ and I do know what drawing down the moon is. I plan to do something with that idea a little later on '_^
RyogazGrl I know... I'm so mean... ;_;
OtakuChild Believe me, it took a lot of guts on my part to post this, I debated it for about 2 weeks!
T.K read my little blip at the end of this chapter ;)
Ruby/Luna The god Malik is not quite a love god, but being a sun god he does come under the heading of a fertility god. And there's also a neat little side legend about him I'll mention later on in this story about on of the god Malik's ventures into love.