The Mysterious Boy, Malik
"Good morning," the boy murmured from his desk, as I awoke, feeling the best I had been feeling in years. I felt like I had lost at least twenty pounds of damaging emotions that had burdened my shoulders for as long as I could remember. "Um…sir?" I inquired. The boy laughed and turned to me. "Sorry, I haven't even told you my name yet. It's Malik, Malik Ishtar." The name struck a chord of memory in me, yet I could still not recall whom exactly he was.
"Err, okay, Malik, why am I here?" His expression was hard but undetermined, as if trying to find the answer himself. "…Your presence will become clear later on. Any other questions?"
"Yes. How well did you know Bakura? Were you friends or enemies or what?" This was the question I feared. If he had known Bakura and was a friend of his, then I knew he could not be trusted, by any means.
"I guess you could consider us friends," Malik replied, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. My stomach dropped. "G-good friends?" He avoided my eyes, but beamed as if reminiscing something wonderful. "Yes. We were." 'What is he hiding?' I asked myself. I didn't dare ask him aloud though. Maybe I didn't want to know what he and Bakura did. Probably killed many people or did sinister things together, considering Bakura's personality, but was Malik that way too? Was he as evil or sadistic?
"How long are you planning on keeping me here?" I queried awkwardly.
"Depends…on when I feel like killing you…" He wore a completely straight face, and my eyes grew frightened until he laughed. "I'm just kidding, Ryou." 'Well, he definitely has a sadistic humor,' I thought to myself (- _-;).
"You won't be harmed as long as you're with me, so don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Trust me," he put a hand on mine in a warm gesture, staring into my eyes pleadingly. "That is all I ask of you." I breathed deeply, not knowing what to do. Here was my kidnapper, friend of the most malevolent person in the world, and he was asking me for trust? He saw the hesitance in my eyes and told me, "You can hate me. You can despise every breath I take, every moment I live, but I ask you to trust me. Can you do that?"
" I… I suppose I c-could try…but…that's all I can promise." He grinned. "That's good enough for me. Anything else you want to know?"
"Who were those men? The ones chasing you."
"Ah, that was the Raefe's gang. They're thieves, and they're after my millennium rod as well as all the other items," Malik shook his head. "Such fools would reign chaos with a power they can't even begin to understand."
"Is that why you have so many traps and passageways?" Malik nodded, "They're not the only ones after it, so you can never be too careful. When I arrived at this city, I had my rare hunters, the people you see walking around here serving me, dig out this and create something that reminded me of my home in Egypt and could protect me from anything."
"I---" I started, but was interrupted as a rare hunter came into Malik's chamber. "Malik-sama," he bowed, "Forgive me for intruding, but Raefe and his men are near. I suggest you lead them off." Malik glanced at me, "Come with me."
----Reflections----
Oooo, I just can't wait to post the next chappie! This was just kind of a boring one, full of the who/what/when/how stuff. Hey, I had to put it in somewhere so I tried to make it as interesting as possible, but talking gets boring fast. That's why in my next couple chapters, there's very little in it. He he. Please review the chapters so far, so I know what you all you peoples out there think about it, and I can continue!