Shattered Soul

A/N: Hey, everyone. I'm extremely annoyed at myself right now, because I just woke up one minute- one!- before my alarm went off, and I didn't know what time it was, so I went back to sleep. For one minute. I'm so tired right now! Anyway, I probably won't update this again until Tuesday of next week, because I have this humongous English project that, no matter how hard I work on it, is not getting done, so I'll have to work on it in the mornings too. Sorry...

Here's a Malik chapter. I just noticed that I've been neglecting him. Oh, and I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (sigh)


Guilt.

Polluting me, choking me, killing me, for I'm

I'm a murderer, so many times over.

Father, Arkana,

nameless others, faceless others, and now perhaps a friend.

And so I twist here, writhing in pain and fever,

some small retribution

for my crimes but I deserve to hurt more, burn more, no, die.

Mokuba's dying because of me.

Going mad. Is mad?

I brought my yami to Battle City and without me,

none of this would have happened.

Breathing stops.

My heart races, then slows. Is this all that comes with death? I

...I love you, my yami. I'm sorry

I need to

hurt you to atone for my crimes but it's for the best. Darkness.

Hands stroke my face. Warm hands, and

I open my eyes.

My yami stands, face terrible with sorrow, and he continues with this petting.

It was a strong, impersonal darkness that took me.

But my own sweet darkness

brought me back. He hugs me- pounces me!- bronze skin on

bronze, and I know: I can't leave now,

no matter my guilt.


I thought I had to write a little fluff, because this was getting too tragic. I was thinking of killing Malik off, but then I realized that I just couldn't, because Ryou had died in the last story... Hopefully I'll get all of my project done so that I can update on Monday, but most likely, I won't be able to update until Tuesday. So... See you then!