HD: hey peps! This is a redo of a fic I wrote, that got deleted…

COH: a lot of drama and romance!

Cole: pathetic.

COH: I seem to remember that you had a lover.

Bea: HA!

HD: COH could you please say the disclaimer?

COH: HD doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, so don't sue!

Chapter 1

Malik Ishtar never had much in his life. His mother had died giving birth to him, his father would beat him and insult him, his sister would always try to stop him, but it was all in vain. His father, thankfully, died, drug overdose. Isis, Malik's sister, took him to Japan. Malik was always the loner in school. He was different. His only friends were Yugi, a short teen who was always picked on for his hight, Jou, a street kid whose life was always tough and Ryou, a British boy, who was neglected by his father. His sister was killed in his high school years, so he moved in with Ryou. When he was little, his sister had always told him stories of love, how the damsel in distress always got with the knight or prince. Malik had dreamed of love, but he learnt their was no such thing as love. All the men he went out with just wanted his body. That was until the fateful day Ryou came home, positively beaming, apparently he had meet some guy in town, who'd he'd hit off with really well and asked him out. Except Ryou didn't want to go alone. So Malik agreed to go on a double date with Ryou's date's best friend. Spending only two hours with him and already Malik was head-over-heels in love. Everything was great, and then somehow it came crashing down…Malik vowed that he would never love again.

Malik attempted a weak smirk at his reflection. His shoulder length blonde hair has sprayed with glitter, so when it caught the light it would shin. His lavender eyes were outlined with black, he also wore purple eye shadow for effect. He wore tight black leather and a gold chocker, bracelets, earrings and upper arm bands all increased with amethysts. He finally decided he looked good and left his suite. Walking down the red carpeted hall way he thought of his life after, well the incident. He'd meet Pegasus, a wealthy business man, who'd preposed, with a huge amethyst ring. Malik only agreed, seeing as Pegasus was rich and in marrying him he'd have a set life. Finally he came to the grand staircase in the centre of the hall. It lead right into the Ball Room, were all the gusts of the engagement party. Lining either side of the staircase were men dressed in black suits and white eye masks. Malik walked down the centre, smirking at the men. He finally reached the Ball Room, were hundreds of guests stood waiting to greet him. More than half of them Malik didn't know, he could only place six of them. Ryou, his best friend, and his boyfriend Bakura, Yugi with his boyfriend Yami and Jou and his boyfriend Seto, all dressed in suits, with white masks, as it was the theme for all the guys to wear suits and masks, but Malik chose not to. Everyone nodded, said their congratulations or shook his hand as he walked passed. Finally the music started and Malik started to dance with everyone ells, His movements fast but graceful. As Malik danced he saw Pegasus watch him from the second floor, his one eye watching him lustfully. Malik shuddered, but ignored him. This was his night. He would think of nothing but himself, and not him. His favourite song came on, he stoped and blinked. He'd requested no demanded for the song not to play. It was their song; he'd remembered dancing on-NO! That was history.

As the song played on Malik closed his eyes as images flashed through his mind. Tears threatened to fall. He blinked them back desperate not to show he still cared.

Then the worst thing, the thing Malik feared, happened. The oak doors, which led into the Ballroom, from the hallway, opened, by two black suit and white masked men, a man wearing tight leather pants, a leather shirt, with a tight leather jacket, wearing a black mask, which made him stand out the most, and cared a single perfect violet walked in. Malik stopped dance, thou nobody noticed, the man wearing the black mask took it of revealing jagged violet-red eyes, wiled blonde hair and a sadistic smirk. He smelt the violet briefly, before throwing it to Malik, who caught it with ease, he smirked again, this time sadder, when Malik bowed his head, and he turned and left the Ballroom. Malik smelt the violet, taking in its wonderful sent before whispering to nobody.

"Mariku…"

TBC…

HD: so what do u all think? Personally I think it wasn't as good as the original but meh.

COH:-sniff- It was so sad…

Cole: peft. Personally I think he should get over himself.

Bea:-whips away tears-It was p-pathetic.

HD: are you crying Bea?

Bea: NO!

COH: if u want to know what happens next…THEN REVIEW!

Bea: or if you just want to flame-

Cole: I wouldn't bother.

COH: it's good!

HD:-sigh-Ja Ne.

HappyDevil, COH, Bea and Cole.