Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh. This is for you Kiyoshi - Wheeler! And the next 5 Chapters. And then it will be Dagger Maxwell and Yugi! Or maybe sooner, I don't know.
This Malik the Hakari and Isis is Ishizu and Rishid is Odion for you dubbers.
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Malik's POV
Malik thought pink was pretty. This was because it reminded him of Isis. It was just like Isis, too. Soft and comforting. Isis had always loved pink, so when he was little, he had made her a pretty pink flower necklace. It was hard to get them, since in Egypt, there weren't many flowers in a desert. Plus they lived in the underground and there sure weren't any flowers growing there. But he'd done it. Just for her. And it had been perfect, just like his sister. His sister never liked red though. Red was like blood, she had said. But he liked it. And purple, of course. And black and all of the other colors. He never had colors like they had here. Mostly due to the fact that the traditional clothing their parents made them wear was beige, white or something to that extent. Rishid and Marik liked all the colors too, just like him. Marik was Malik's other half, so of course he liked what Malik liked. Rishid liked many things for Malik and did many things for him too, even though he was Malik's adopted brother. Together, they had all gotten Isis pretty pink flowers once on her birthday. It had been perfect and that had been a perfect day. But then, something terrible had happened. An earthquake erupted. Not a big, world record one either. It was a small one, but enough to kill a few 20 people or so. It was only on the local news, and did not air internationally. For Malik, however, it was as if his whole world came crashing down.
That was a morning Malik would never forget. The four of them, Marik, Malik, Rishid, and Isis were walking to the downtown for some shopping. As they passed the high fashion places, Isis dragged them to some old antique shops. She had taken to a new hobby of looking at antiques for something real value, perhaps from ancient Egypt or something worthwhile enough for the museum. As them walked, the ground started to rumble. Malik thought it was just a person drilling, but them it got rougher and rougher. Soon, the ground was shaking so much that he could hardly stand. "Malik!" came a sharp cry and he was pushed a side. "No!" Malik screamed as he saw who had pushed him aside. There, on the ground, lay Marik, smashed by a support beam. It seemed that the building them were walking under was falling apart, being as poorly made as it was. The part of town they were walking in was old and hadn't be remodeled into anti-earthquake buildings, thus, they were extremely dangerous to be near. It took Rishid and Isis to pull a hysterical Malik from his dark. And almost as soon as the earthquake happened, it stopped. Malik sprinted back to his yami whispering "Don't worry you'll be aright, just hand on." Isis and Rishid decided it would be best to let Malik be, while them looked for survivors trapped in building, as they were all right, except for a few scratches and cuts. Rishid started hauling people out of the building while Isis started cleaning and bandaging the wounded. The paramedics, fire fighters, and police arrived shortly after that. Unfortunately, the police had to take away the dead "twin" from his "brother" and Malik had a fit while Isis tried to calm him down. During this scene, no one noticed that the building had collapsed, trapping the rescuers as well as Rishid, inside! When Isis and Malik realized that no one could have survived, they wept bitterly. Isis, knowing that others were in dire need of help still, had Malik aid her while bandaging up other victims of the earthquake. She said, Rishid would want it and they must be strong for him and Marik. Unknowingly, she had exposed herself to AIDS.
It wasn't until a nine months later that they realized, due to the fact that Isis had almost no symptoms of it. When told, Isis was in shock, while Malik was horrified at the idea of loosing another person close to him. Isis took him aside quietly and told him that she was going to fight it and they he would never lose anyone ever again. How wrong she was.
It had been months now and she had become sicker and sicker and was tired most of the time. She had lost so much weight and had a dry, hacking cough. This was not promising. Just as the scans of her body showed that the virus had taken over most of her. Her time would soon be up. This was what the doctor told Malik. He did not tell Isis because he wanted her to keep fighting. The doctor could care less because theoretically she had less than a week to live. But he wanted her to try as well. Seeing Malik was her only living relative he told him, even though Malik was only a teen. Malik waited for any signs of improvement from Isis. Sadly there was none and on her deathbed, she told him how proud she was of him and how she was glad he never gave up on her. Then she told him she loved him and died. I love you. Three simple words which shattered Malik's world. He was all alone. And he shattered.
There would be a funeral on Saturday. She had died on Tuesday and they needed to prepare her. Malik went through the funeral arrangement, still shock at what had happened. He had lost his whole family.
On Wednesday, he had found a way to ease his pain. He had heard of it, and knew now, first had, the wonderful release it gave you. Cutting. The blade so wonderfully sharp against your wrists takes away your pain, if only for a moment.
When Thursday came, Malik was emotionally stressed. So did what he had learned the previous day, to take away the pain. He cut and tore viciously at his skin on his wrist in the bathroom. No accustomed to seeing so much blood, he flushed it down with water, turning the water a vibrant pink. He stared at it, fascinated. Then he made more pretty pink. Isis loved pink he thought. Well then Isis, this is for you.
A cut drips red blood into the sink.
Mix it with fresh running water….
And you have a pretty pale hue of pink
Malik made more and more pretty pink. Soon, he couldn't stop, until he slumped over the sink, unconscious.
On Saturday morning, the bells rung sorrowfully. There, in the churchyard, lay two caskets.
Isis wasn't the only one they were burying Saturday.
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Yah! Another one done! Don't kill me for killing all my characters though! And don't kill me if I got something wrong like AIDS or grammer! Tell me and I'll fix it so don't blow up on me!
Please review and happy reading! Seto, Yami, Bakura, and Yugi still to come! Unless you review and tell me more people! Yes, I'm Hyper! If you were wondering!
