Response to Dark Tombs Reviews :

Angel- Happy Holidays to you as well. Dark, yep, but then again Akefia, or Bakura is not exactly a cheery person. Luna says hi back, I think, it is hard to tell with my older kitten yelling at me.

Tsuki Yume- Yes, the dark/light pairings are. Yes, Seto was in the past as well, Seth (Set), or Sekhemet. I suppose I could do one about Seth a little later if that will please you.

ComosAngel1- Yes, I live in central Illinois. No, you are not pitiful, I have a whole list of pairings I like I just don't put it in my bio, it would take the whole page up. I am a sucker for romance, maybe it is because I am a girl. (Shrugs.) As for reviewing, review when you can, I didn't forget about you.

Liza- (Grins.) Yes, I ultimately suppose, but as for chapter length it depends on the story which is in my head.

Oh thank you for your kind reviews. I didn't mean to offend anyone with the Yami comment, it was just an observation from my other stories since Yami got so many votes.

Summary- Maric/Usa (AU) One-Shot

Maric having nightmares about his terrible misdeeds of the past awakens and goes for a walk. Finding a park he journeys in where he finds someone with the weight of the world on her shoulders, Usagi. He comes to an understanding that he can comfort her and she can guide him.

I do not claim ownership of these shows.

I Can See the Light

A uncomfortable darkness surrounded the youth on the bed. Tossing and turning, their breath rapid, and sweat swallowed their brow. White knuckles gripped tightly on the sheets of pristine white, as the youth battled their demons in dreams. A gasp of dismal awareness came from the figure as it sat up straight a hand placed over the thundering heart. Using the other hand to flick on the light and give temporary respite from the memories of yore. The light from the household item fell on the reveal male, giving him an almost sickly color. Violet orbs darted back and forth searching for solid forms of his demons. He sighed as his dirty sandy blonde hair fell limply over his shoulders, normally it was spike down with an air of confidence. Yet, his convention of life was shaken by his disastrous revenge cycle. Muttering about his own weakness, he stood away from the bed. The moonlight entered the darken room, entombing the chiseled dark tan bare chest, and the bare arms. His loose white pants clung to his calves from the heavy sweating he had endured. Stretching, the youth walked over and grabbed a white shirt, casually tossing it on and slipping on a pair of black shoes. For nothing more then a sense of security, and normality he grabbed the cursed millennium rod that help carve his ascent into the shadows. The golden rod hardly two feet long with an orb on top with the eye of Ra carved into it and sharp wings on either side, glowed almost in comfort to its false wielder. Maric Ishtar, as he knew himself to be, smiled ironically at the rod.

Stepping out, relishing all of his movements to be absolutely quiet. Marik wanted to be alone with his problems as he escaped the confines of his home. The millennium rod tucked securely into his waist band, he began to wander aimlessly. Maric's undirected course eventually lead him to a peaceful park, his eyes glanced upward searching the sky for answers to his haunting, the silvery crescent in the sky shined comfortingly down. Maric sighed as the little sereness entered his soul, and he wanted nothing more then to keep it there. However, with all small reliefs it came to an end as he continued to walk deeper into the park, his feet following an undetermined path. The overgrown trees blocked the shine from above him, but vaguely ahead he saw it reappear on a distant lake of water. Moving quickly to stand once again in the beam of light, his eyes caught on the wooden bench that sat before the lake. However, it wasn't the inanimate object that had caught his eye, but what was sitting upon it.

Orbs of bright gold, with long streamers flowed from the head of the person sitting upon the bench. She wore the traditional school uniform of the local high school. A white shirt with soft blue collar flaps, and matching sleeve bands hugged tightly to the body. Also, a pleated blue skirt fell just brushing the edge of the thighs, which was what tipped Maric off that the person was female. White ankle socks, and black shoes completed her ensemble, or at least as much as he could tell from behind her. Hesitantly, he approach, least he would frighten the girl and placed a soft hand on the female's shoulder. Maric was surprise when said female flipped him over her shoulder and face first into the unforgiving ground. Muttering into the dirt, he glanced up his violet orbs catching soul searing sapphirine orbs with flecks of silver that observed him cautiously. She was fair, as it seem the light he had tried so hard to keep from the sky was captured in her skin. Her body itself was caught in the awkward stages between lasting adolescence and womanly beauty. Nearing a catch in his breath as he studied her, he observed as her cherry mouth opened and let out a angelic ring of laughter.

Maric gazed half in wonder, half in slighted anger. "I deserved a apology and what are you laughing at?" Maric snapped at the girl. The girl's laughter halted and she studied him once more, she smiled after a few minutes and offered a hand.

"Forgive me, you had surprise me and my reflexes reacted, as for my laughter you were just laying in the dirt staring into space." She said as she hauled him to an upright position. "My name is Tsukino, Usagi, and I am very sorry." Usagi, as now identified, informed him. Maric nodded to her as her voice brought the comfort that the moon had.

"Ishtar, Maric." He introduced himself, a confident smirk on his features. "Usagi, what are you doing out here so late?" Maric inquired. He watched as a surprising change over took what seemed to be a cheerful girl. Usagi's expression became guarded and her sapphire orbs narrowed in concentrated alertness. Maric felt more then saw Usagi's delving into his eyes searching his soul for a truth before she would answer. Maric's thoughts caught on his past, he winced and wondered if he would be able to incur the reply from the cautious woman-child. Usagi, smiled gently at him, as she reached a decision.

"Ever wish you could turn back time and re-make a decision or few?" Usagi asked him. Maric's eyes flashed in pain as he nodded. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as they sat upon the bench. "My path began at the tender age of fourteen, it would have its moments, but for the most part I had no say in it." Usagi began as her eyes stared vacantly in to the lake. Maric tighten his hand, his path of destruction had begun at that age as well. " I found it pointless to hate them, they were only doing what needed to be done." Usagi muttered. Maric mused over the statement a mirror to his feelings. "In fact, all of this is fated, because of family history." Usagi finished, staring up at the moon in the sky. Maric nodded in agreement, yes, most of his hatred stemmed from the want of having nothing to do with his family history. "What about you, Maric, what brings you here seeking consolation?" Usagi inquired to the flaxen haired male.

"It is almost ironic that we would have similar sounding problems." Maric mused as his other hand rested on his hip, dangerously close to the rod. Usagi tilted her head at him, showing him she was listening. "Though it seems you didn't act on your anger, where as I did." Maric said, closing his eyes picturing his past and nightmares. His hand wrapped around the golden ball above the rod and it reacted. Maric's eyes flew open as the warmth radiated from the rod, and the gasp from Usagi. His eyes flew over to her, who seem to be having the same problem with the crystal in her palm. Their eyes locked on to each other, trying to decipher the other's reaction to their items. Usagi looked dismayed at Maric, her eyebrows drawn down in a pensive position.

"I don't suppose we could just forget that happened?" Usagi pleaded to him. Maric shook his head in negativity. "I figured that, stupid maboroshi no ginzuishou." Usagi intoned as she glared at the spinning jewel, which was no longer glowing. "If you relax, I could show you my past instead of telling you." Usagi informed him. Maric weighed his options, his deep darkness reminding him of powerful greed. He felt himself nodding, before he could fully comprehend his thoughts. Usagi raised her crystal aligning with his fore brow, a soft white light pierced from it and plowed into his mind. Several images flashed by his grasping mind, before slowing and rearranging themselves into an order of understanding. Maric's lips quirked in a half smirk, so like him and yet, not. The very essence of light sat untainted beside his darkness. The images slowed and stopped in his mind, and he awoke to Usagi's sapphire eyes. She was tense with worry and concern as Maric glanced over the information in his mind. Much blackmail could be brought from this, his crooked mind whispered, for once Maric pushed it backed and turned on it.

"Hmm, I wonder if I could do the same?" Maric wondered. Usagi gazed at him in confusion. Maric brought the rod forward , so Usagi could understand his question.

"Maybe if I asked the ginzuishou to help." Usagi suggested. Maric nodded and Usagi's eyes fell closed in concentration. Again the soft, white light came from the jewel, but instead of connecting with his mind it connected with the orb upon the rod. Maric knew it had worked when Usagi's soft gasped was heard. He watched the play of emotions dance across her face, awaiting the disgust and hatred he had for himself to be mirrored on hers. Yet, as the light grew softer and disappear he only saw sadness and sympathy. "Maric, how could your family do that to you?" Usagi whimpered. Maric's eyes watered, but would not let them fall. A comforting warmth encircled his waist as Usagi buried into his shoulder her arms tight around him. Maric smiled softly the warmth was so much light the moonlight, but much stronger. Figures, Usagi, the reincarnated Moon Hime of the Light. Both of destiny's fragile toys sat in each others embrace, enjoying the warmth and completeness of finding another like them. Maric brought his arms around the one mourning for his lost past letting his head fall softly on hers. Usagi's tears slowed and she pulled away a little, not enough to break the embrace, but enough to catch his eyes. "I don't want to let go." Usagi mumbled. Maric nodded, but pain was his violet orbs.

"You must, the terran bred one is your match." Maric stated. Usagi shook her head fiercely, her arms tightening around him.

"No, always a sibling love, we agreed to that, our differences make us close like siblings, not lovers." Usagi muttered, her eyes piercing the glowing crescent above them. Maric smiled sadly at the woman in his arms.

"Still." Maric began, but a slim finger hushed him. Usagi gazed into his eyes.

"You know more about me in a instant then all the time I could spend with Mamoru." Usagi declared. Then her orbs pulled to the moon above them. "Let me go mother, let me go, I want to make my own decisions now." Usagi pleaded with it. Maric gazed upward as well, together the could of sworn they saw a feminine face smiling in regret and admission. A soft smile etched through both of them.

"What about tomorrow?" Maric inquired to the one in his arms.

"We will deal with tomorrow when it comes, I rather enjoy tonight if that is okay with you." Usagi said. Maric nodded his thoughts, Usagi's head falling softly on his shoulder, as they gazed into the still waters of the lake. The sky darken to black, and the silver stars blazed brightly. The crescent moon out shining them all, its princess was happy. Maric and Usagi, sat together in a close embrace, their legs tangled together as they swung back and forth. Maric nudged Usagi's head with his own, she turned and looked at him.

"Who is Seiya?" Maric questioned her. Usagi groaned and ducked her head, missing Maric's playful smirk. "Well?" he inquired. Usagi picked her head up ready to explain when she caught his smirk. She grinned at him, and wiggled out of his embrace.

"I will leave that to your own imagination." Usagi declared as she stood and stretched. Maric frowned at her turned back, growling slightly. Usagi tossed a glance over her shoulder feeling Maric's dark expression. "A friend, a close friend, but a friend none the less Maric." Usagi stated as she walked away down a dirt path. Maric smirked in response and followed her. He snatched one of her limp hands making them walked together. Being bold he lifted her small frame onto her shoulders as he continued in the direction Usagi was heading. Usagi gasped in shock before locking her ankles and resting them against his lower abdomen. She buried her hands in his mane, and bent down so she could also rest her head on his. They came to a hidden patch of a beautiful garden, several dark flowers were around with tall red oaks and a single weeping willow. Maric absently noted there wasn't a single rose in sight, he walked up to the willow and sat down against it. Usagi slid down from her perch, but was pulled into Maric's lap, she glanced back, but shrugged her shoulders leaning her back into his chest. "At least my parents will not be back until three days from now, and Shingo is spending the night and day at a friend's house." Usagi informed. Maric nodded, his sister and Rishid might wonder where he is, but he highly doubt it, the pharaoh had given back the tauk to his sister. If they wondered where he was she could always look into it. Usagi leaned her head back and turned it to the side so it rested in Maric's shoulder. She pulled her knees up, and curled her legs against his. Maric locked his arms around her waist and laid his head on Usagi exposed shoulder. Usagi weasel her arms under Maric's and around his neck, turning her body sideways so she could bury deeper in his embrace. They both slipped into slumber land as the first rays of sunlight reached for the horizon. The weeping willow bended more shielding the sleeping couple from the sun's insistence, it's twined leaves making a beautiful curtain. A small fairy like spirit appeared before the dozing two, a hand resting on Usagi's cheek.

"Fare well, my young daughter, may all your dreams come true." She whispered, she vanished as the leaves of the tree shifted. Leaving nothing, but a happy wish and sparkles of silverish lavender. Her disembodiment voice echoed once more in the shelter. "Watch over each other, especially you young Maric, she is very fragile no matter how much of a front she puts up." Her voice curled comforting around them, fading into the soft winds.

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