Shattered Soul

A/N: I swear, I'm going to get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Argh. Here's a Marik chapter, because I think I've been ignoring the fluffy psycho lately.

I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (weeps)


I rise above my dark light, kissing him,

feeling his radiance upon my face. Even in the dead of night,

he brings light into my life,

tainted light, corrupted light...

The sweetest kind.

His guilty illness no longer torments him,

no longer threatens him,

and still the others cast him out. Still the others shove him away.

They are horrid, they are cruel,

they are deserving of life's hardships.

They deserve the double sickle of

the breaths that sustain them for events both happy and sad.

Death is so much simpler.

Remember Akeifa. Remember Ryou, and know how happy they are.

Malik sees so much more than I do, though,

even when we see the same thing. I

see Seto Kaiba, cold and aloof, moving ahead without

Katsuya. He drove the stupid blonde away,

and now they both wallow

in their own foolishness, stewing, neither one happy.

And Malik sees their sadness. Malik

doesn't see Seto's cruelty as cruelty,

but a shield.

He says he must break that shield, melt the icy heart,

and now I am afraid.

He can't leave me now, not now or ever, not my dark light.

But if he does

if he forgets me

I will cease to exist, and become only a shadow.

But even shadows exist, and to exist is to feel pain.

He can't forget me. And so I kiss him, undressing him and running

my hands across his skin,

making sure he'll remember me forever.


Yep, it's the return of slutty!Malik. Don't worry, he won't get together with Seto.