"Isis," Malik said when they were younger. As always, Odion was standing by the wall and keeping watch on Malik.

"Yes, little brother?" She responded.

"Why do we have to be Tomb Keepers? Why do we have to stay down here all the time?" Isis looked up from what she was doing and a sad smile spread across her face. What was she to tell Malik? He was so young and niave. Would he even understand?

Isis reached out and put her arms around her younger brother, gently pulling him closer to her. "Malik, one day you will inherit the rights to become the next Tomb Keeper. We do this because the Ancient Scriptures prophesized that the pharaoh will return to this planet and he will once again save the world from a darker evil."

"But why do I have to be the Tomb Keeper?" He asked. "Why can't you, Isis?" He asked it in complete sincerity. Isis realized this and could not contain her laugh. Malik looked at her confused. "What... what is so funny, sister?"

"I'm... I'm sorry." She apologized. "But it is a little funny. You do not understand, Malik." She touched his head and gently rubbed it. "You will understand when you are older. But, I can assure you. Being a Tomb Keeper is not that bad, You might grow to enjoy it one day."

Malik sighed heavily and his face fell. "Maybe..." He climbed off Isis' lap and walked up to Odion. "Come, Odion. I want you to read me a story."

A few days later...

Odion, being Malik's only true friend and personal guard, knew well of Malik's yearn to see the outside world and experience new things. Because of their head-strong father, Malik was never allowed to set foot outside their home in the ground. But Odion was another story. Only a little while after hearing Malik's conversation with his sister, Odion crept out of the home in the night and went to the nearby village. He collected some things from the trash that the residents of the village had thrown away carelessly. Seeing them as great souveniors for his 'little brother', Odion took them back to the home.

In the morning, when Malik awoke, he found the souveniors next to his bed. When Odion revealed that he was the one who had brought them for him, Malik smiled happily and glomped his arms around his guardian. "Oh, Odion! You're the greatest!" The things that Odion had brought back to little Malik were old magazines; mostly gamer magazines. They had pictures of the outside worlds' video games and electronic fun. One was a fashion magazine and Odion and Malik had fun laughing while quizzing themselves on the fashion quizzes like, 'Are you a Good Kisser?', 'You Like Him, but Does he Like You?', 'Which Celebrity Would Are you Most Compatible With?'. Malik enjoyed looking at all of them. Everytime he looked at them, he smiled and his eyes always sparkled. He especially loved the gamer magazines. He confessed to Odion that he would like to play one sometime. "It looks like a lot of fun! Besides, these paper-people are smiling. They look really happy!"

It was nearly a month before the magazines were discovered by his father. Isis knew of their existance, of course. But she never mentioned it to her father. The time came when Malik was talking excitedly about the contents of the newest magazine and Odion was sitting, listening to him happily. When they were discovered, Malik's father was undoubtedly outraged. "How DARE you!" He screamed, slashing out at Odion. He knew Odion was the one responsible for his son having such 'vile garbage'. Malik's father advanced on Odion and struck him across the face. He fell and blood momentarily splattered from where he had been hit.

"ODION!" Malik screamed, horrified.

"Shut up, Malik!" His father screamed at him. "No son of mine reads gamer magazines! He needs to be punished for what he has done!"

"Father, stop!" Isis screamed.

"I will not!" Their father yelled. His face was red with rage at this point in the fanfic. "Giving my son gamer magazines?!" He yelled at Odion. "You are a disgrace!" He attempted to strike him again when he was stopped. Malik was at his hand and was taking all his strength and might to keep his father from striking Odion again. "What are you doing?" His father demanded through clenched teeth.

"Don't touch him, father!" Malik cried, pleading with him.

"Get away!" With that, Malik's father threw him across the room. Malik hit the wall and went down.

"No!" Isis screamed.

Malik's father then turned back to Odion and raised his fist again. Before he was allowed to hit him, he was once again interrupted; once again by Malik. Malik was no longer Malik; figuratively speaking. His yami spirit had now taken control of his body. Getting up, he walked over to the appreciative layout in the room which held the powerful and honored Millennium Items. Malik picked up the Millennium Rod and turned to his father.

"Malik," Isis said quietly, her eyes open wide in astonishment. "Your hair... it's all... SPIKEY!"

"The spikey hair..." His father said, a little shakingly. "In the Ancient Scriptures, it is revealed that the one who is transformed into one with spikey hair is the reincarnation spirit." ((A/N: -heehee- Now that I think about it, all the yami spirits DO have spikey hair!)).

"That is right. I am the reincarnation and I have resided within this pathetic little child for this long. Finally I have come free. And you, 'father', shall pay." He lifted up his Millennium Rod and his father dropped Odion and fleeted against the wall of the chamber.

"What do you want?" He demanded shakily.

"What do I want?" Yami Malik repeated. "That depends. I just don't want to be the Tomb Keeper."

"But you have to, Malik. It is your destiny!"

"My destiny?!" Malik exclaimed. "My destiny?! My destiny?! My destiny?! My destiny?!" Odion crawled over to his master and slapped him. Malik roughly shook his head. "Thank you, Odion. I was like a broken record." Malik then continued. "I do not want that destiny!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to play Soul Calibur II! I want to play Final Fantasy and Resident Evil and Kingdom Hearts and Zelda! That's all I want! I do not want to be a stupid Tomb Keeper!"

"But that is what we have done our whole lives, Malik! For centuries, our ancestors have lived and protected the tomb for the return of the Pharaoh! He is destined to come back!"

"I only want to play video games, you old fool! Give me my damned video games!"

"Video games are a disgrace!" Malik's father cried. A bad decision; because then the yami Malik got angry enough to engage the Millennium Rod to send his father's mind to the Shadow Realm. He laughed maniacally as he did so. The best way to describe his laughter was like Mandark from 'Dexter's Lab'. "Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!"

---ending notes. Man, that sucked more than the first chapter! It turned out to be more angst than humor, which is sad. But it's a parody. I hope you all think differently and love this. I hope! I hope, I hope, I hope!!!! R&R!!!!!!---