Rath- Hello, I finally updated Spiritless! Uh, can anyone say 'system over-drive?' Well, in the case any of you guys want to see certain material or situations, tell me in the reviews, okay? I'm running out of ideas!! I need some ideas in the attic!

Set- Attic?

Rath- Mind, Set, ya' know, the thing you don't have?

Set- Well, you just said you don't have anything in there, so touché. Don't give me that, by the way, I'm in no mood.

Rath- Oh, dear… We had another bad day, didn't we?

Set- Think deeply. Think ever so deeply. It shouldn't be that hard. Feh. You don't want to know.

Rath- Alright, while I go tend to him, enjoy this chap!

-We don't own Yu-gi-oh-

Ishtar Malik P.O.V

I walk to my motorcycle and run my hands over the metal of the handlebars. Cool metal. Nothing could happen to them. Its not like they could feel. They have no idea how fortunate they are. Fortunate that they can't feel anything. No pain, no discrimination, they can't be judged. They can change, change and form to what they wish to be. And here I stand.

I sit on the leather seat and rest the new black and sleek helmet on my head. The visor was tinted, some what like my soul. My soul that was mutilated by my father's leave, my Yami's destruction, my own betrayal of those close to me because I could not see through the tinted glass that shielded my eyes from so much. But, that tinted glass is what keeps other safe now. Not only them, but me also. My true self, the kind that is vulnerable weak. It is hidden. They can never see my face through that beloved mask.

Yet, the mask is also my chain. My chain the holds me down. I cannot break free from the on coming wrath of some evil that I know will arise and kill me someday. Someday, the Grim Reaper will take a liking to me. Someday… Death. It seems like such an inviting thought. No shadow games, no revenge, no pharaoh, no more pain and stupid cards. No 'ultimate evil'… No ultimate evil but that that lies asleep inside of me. The brutality and knowledge that I am not wanted and never will be. I can't change fate, fate changes me.

I ride through the town, not caring what the people think as my motor rips through the air. Rips through the serenity of happiness. I've done it before; I can do it again. I don't care any more. I have nothing left to live for. Yet, I can't end it. It's just not an option. Life is too short to waste, too precious to destroy even if it's my own. One as wretched and useless as mine, even so, I could perhaps change something, I could… There may be something out there that is for me, not a lowly life, but one of importance and meaning.

You keep believing that, Malik… A voice tells me in my head. Not my Yami, but is it? He has been gone for what seems like forever. Even so, there is some voice. Something I can't stop. Something that keeps making me doubt myself and that that I believe in. It makes sure that hope is unavailable. Always something… Something. Something wants me to damn myself to purgatory and never reach my way to Heaven.

It would make sense, though; I have done nothing to receive one's care or trust. I have only earned hatred and hell. Only hatred and hell. My darkness wants to pull me into it. Misery loves company, yes, he does indeed. But, even though Marik is gone, is the darkness? There cannot be light with out dark, or order with out chaos; so, he is still inside me. He is still there, trying to balance out myself. But, that balance is so fragile, is that why I'm like this? Is it so fragile, that a grain of sand could tip the scales and cause my mind to go into such disorder?

I guess there is. There is nothing I can do against it, I must go on. It is not my fault. I wasn't the one to kill my father, change my way of life. Wait, I was, wasn't I? I wanted to do all that. I did. I just needed that extra boost of fury that many do not posses. My Yami is because of me. He was born from my agony, pain and anger. I am my own antagonist to this fairytale, except, there's no one to save me. I'm alone, stuck in dragons keep the key to my chains visible, but unreachable.

I wonder sometimes, why did I want to take over the world? To gain respect and power or to not be looked down upon, is that why? To prove to my father that I can make my own choices, or be of some worth to him? But, what would I have done afterwards? What would there have been left to do? I would have it all, everything would be at my command, but would my emotions be?

So, I guess I would be in the same emotional situation as I am now. Alone. Not caring about anything. I guess my whole little rant about how life was too precious to waste would be my instinct talking… The instinct to survive, no matter what. Does that mean that those who do end it all, are they above the normal human mind? Does that mean that they are more advance? So they ignore that instinct or is it simply not there?

Well, maybe those with this instinct are more intelligent, they are the ones to keep on going, while the weak perish and fall to the mercy of death. I will not show my weakness. I will not deny I have them but I will not show my fear to the world. They won't get to me, my pride will stop them.

I will go on, no matter what anyone says. I am here, and they'd better get used to it.

Rath- Okay, well, that was interesting…

Set- I was about the say the same thing.

Rath- Yeah, well, I'm working on a Seto and Mokuba thing again, so it'll be here soon, alright? Ja ne!

Set- Later.