Sorry it's been so long: I have just been busy.
Chapter 5: The Truth Hurts
Marik remained in the man's embrace just long enough for the man to kiss his cheek lightly, which upset Malik greatly. The visions that flashed through Marik's mind next didn't help ease him any.
"Oh, please don't cum…" Marik moaned from beneath the man. "Oh…don't stop please!" The man was larger then Marik by a good head or so in more then one sense. He smiled as he kissed Marik deeply.
"Do you love me?" He asked Marik as he pushed himself deeper inside. Marik only moaned. This appeared to be his first time. His face seemed to be growing more frustrated by the moment as the man hovered on the verge of release. "Well?"
"Yes!" Marik screamed as the man entered him. "Yes, Thothra I love you with all my being." You are my one true partner. Marik thought to himself. My only one.
This vision drove Malik crazy and but before he had a chance to attack the man he was grabbed from behind by non other then Gabriel.
"Don't be stupid." He said. "Those two could turn you into mince meat far faster then I could. They are also crueler then I am." He replied rubbing his index finger across Malik's neck as he released him. "Just wait from your friends they should be right behind you."
As Gabriel and Malik turned Katana came from the other direction along with the commander and Ryou and Bakura. Ryou almost froze at the sight of Marik and the other man. For once again as long as he could remember the only person Marik loved was his other self, Malik.
" I see Knives found Vincent just fine." Gabriel said looking toward The Commander. She nodded. "Do you want us to keep distance between them for now or not pursue any alarms?" He asked.
"Just don't let him bait you into attacking him because the moment you strike at either one of them will be the moment you die." She added with an irritated look. She appeared to be rather annoyed by Gabriel's question but she kept her eyes on Katana. "You and Ryou need to stay away from them for a while. I don't think Vincent has forgiven Ryou or if Knives has either."
"Yes, Commander." Katana said. "I don't-" Katana was interrupted by Marik's shouting from across the field. It was very childish but he really couldn't help himself.
"COMMANDER, I FOUND HIM. I AM GOING TO GO TO THE TRAINNING PLACE WITH HIM. IS THAT OKAY?" He shouted.
"Why does he need your blessing to do something?" Malik asked as the Commander gave him an okay nod.
"I am like his mother here." She replied. "I am the adult who kept him safe when it stormed in the desert or when it rained or when it was too cold out. I trained all the members of Project Cairo myself thus they are my children and I am their instructor." She said as Marik walked out of view with Vincent.
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Slowly time inched by and no one had yet to see or hear from Marik. Of course Malik had attempted to start a conversation with him but all he could receive was some dull childish thoughts. The one he heard most often was, ' Who to play with next?' Those words where followed by a list that continuously got shorter.
Soon Ryou became tired of sitting around and decided to go find this Training Place. Of course Bakura and Malik followed him. The walked in the direction Marik and Vincent had disappeared into until they found themselves beside a door labeled "COLLOSIUM" Malik pushed the door open after finding his lights presence somewhere within the building.
They proceeded into the large building until they found themselves at some seats in which looked down over an arena of some kind. Each side of the arena sat two slabs of weapons ranging from guns to knives with swords and maces. It was all their bloodstained and impure awaiting the next slayer and prey.
Little did any of them know who would be chosen next to partake in the Arena events.
Slowly one of the arena door opened and a young woman smiled at the entrance. She held in one hand a microphone and in the other a sheet of paper.
"Next scheduled match:
Knives vs. Blades" She announced and Ryou only sat with his mouth open. He could never fight Marik but apparently the feeling was not mutual. Marik jumped down from a seat several flights above theirs and landed after completing three effortless back flips and landing on one hand. Something about it had changed other then his clothes.
He was once again wearing a cape for a shirt and a long gown that extended from his shoulders to his waist. It was very beautiful much like those worn by ancient Egyptians.
" I have to admit." Marik said coldly staring Ryou straight in the face. "I didn't honestly think you would enter the ring."
"Why?"
"Simple the child of a coward no matter how slight will always be a coward." Marik said with a slight grin. He knew he was provoking Ryou. And yet Ryou said nothing. "You really don't remember that night. The night of the Final Project? The night in which your mother Fucked everyone over for you? The night your MOTHER almost killed all of us for you? The night your mother and little sister where killed because of YOU?" Marik watched as Ryou began shaking. "I don't even need weapons to hurt you. You're just like that selfish Bitch. You let yourself live happy while all the others you left behind suffered." He stopped to stare at the now collapsed form of Ryou. His arms lay dead at his sides and his eyes seemed almost hallow. Two great pools full of nothingness. "You want to know a funny thing?" Marik asked knowing Ryou would not respond. "That filthy selfish woman attempted to call herself, Your mother." Marik grinned as Ryou stood silently before him. "Come on out Blades. I know your hiding from me inside that soft shell somewhere. Awaken and fight me! Marik exclaimed. "If you don't want to do it for me then do it for that little slut known as your sister." Ryou's fingers twitched slightly. "That's right." Marik provoked. "Do it for the little s-"
His words where cut off by a punch to the face. The punch sent Marik flying to one side of the stadium. Slowly he got to his feet and whipped the dirt from his face. The grin and his face was timeless it was aggressive and overexcited. Slowly Marik began, keeping both eyes on Ryou, running towards one of the weapons walls. Ryou did the same. He grabbed a rather large spear while Ryou seized a samurai sword.
The spear Marik grabbed was three-pronged on one end and had a sharp point upon the other. Marik twilled it over his head using one hand. During this time Ryou examined the blade using only his eyes before fully drawing his sword. Marik trusted at Ryou using all the force he could muster but Ryou jumped a top the spear and began to run across it. Marik of course expected this so he flung the spear upward sending Ryou catapulting into the air and having him land split legged before the spear, which if deployed any later would have severed Ryou's bottom half.
"That good, Blades keep it up and soon you will have truly awakened." Marik praised as he reached towards the wall again, this time pulling out an identical blade. "Let's have some real fun." He said charging Ryou full on sword still not drawn.
Ryou waited calmly holding the sword down to one side. As he and Marik seemed to collide there was a large crashing noise followed by a glare of light made by the swords. Marik had dropped his sword and was now holding Ryou between his legs on the floor.
"Do you remember anything now?" He asked. " Or should I recite a phrase our intelligent found that night?" Ryou attempted to sit up but Marik held him firmly to the ground. "No more running Blades. It's time for you to make up for your mistake."
"Get off of me!" Ryou yelled.
"Just remember." Marik whispered bowing his head down to Ryou's ear. "I know you have to remember the night 'your mother' died. The night you were taken for the first time ever by surprise." Ryou managed to get his fist lose but when he hit Marik did not look away. "It's exactly the same between us. What was then and now." Marik retrieved the knife he had hand from The Commander's Office. "I could end it all now."
Ryou began to remember everything. It was becoming so clear to him. Every memory returned to him. He began shaking under Marik who still held the knife above his throat.
"MOVE!" An angry voice exclaimed from behind Marik. The voice seemed so familiar but distant. Was it Katana or someone knew? Ryou could not remember anymore.
Who am I? What am I doing here? Why am I still alive? What happened to me? Where the hell am I?
Marik knowing he had successful caused Ryou almost unbearable heart break fell backwards. He was now fast asleep upon the Arena floor where the angry person was yelling. Both Malik and Vincent raced for his body. Of course Vincent being faster one out but he did not move Marik. He simply touched his forehead and whispered 'another day' and walked away. Malik picked up his light and walked with him slowly following Bakura who was following the person who had been shouting.
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A broken memory (Part One:)) You many skip if wanted this will be in greater detail the sixth chapter!
Marik was around eleven years old. It had not been long since The Final Project and he had been forcefully separated from his team by his parents. He walked about slowly not quiet sure of where to go. He was in a foreign place with many foreign people. He thanked himself that he was skilled slightly in reading Japanese even if he could not speak it.
He removed a piece of paper from his bag and began to study the map. "Poor, poor, Ryou." He said looking as a picture feel from the paper. He bent down and took it gingerly in his hands. He lowered his head slightly allowing his hair to fall into his face. He smiled lightly. "What a waste of talent." He sneered as he noticed a car drive past him. "We should not have let him live."
He started walking towards the towers where he knew he would find the Commander who would be the only one to take care of him now.
As he walked be began to remember that night, the night in which everything would change. The night he and all his comrades old and new would be separated and either killed or changed forever.
He remembered the way the world leaders looked in their fancy gowns and tuxes. The way they started at them like they where animals. The way the seemed almost to undecided it was disgusting. They watched as their names where raised along with their country of origin and then the one they where raised. He remembered the way his leaders looked upon him and his crew since they would not participate they would only watch.
He remembered watching as the weaker projects such as China and Korea as well as the Latin and South America's fought with each other spilling needless blood upon the area floor.
Then he remembered the boy with long white hair. There where two of them along with a place haired and then two others. They were from Project River one of the best in the world. Only rival to them was his own. Cairo. He remembered the way the group seemed almost two intense and focused and then he remembered a young woman no older then twenty five walking up to their leader whom everyone knew and taking him by the hand leading him away from the group.
Not long after did another group follow including his commander. She looked rather unhappy when the noticed Ryou was gone. She walked over to his team and began to relay instructions. Instead of our Final Project being to wipe out the smaller ones we were to simple hunt down one target. We found that would be come boring until we heard the person we where hunting was none other then Ryou.
It did not take two long to find him but the fight that would follow would be what claimed so many lives.
Marik suddenly tore the picture in half and stuffed it in his pocket. His life hand been destroyed when he made his simple choose.
He stood over Ryou holding a knife to his father's throat. "Come Back!" He yelled. "Please don't make us have to kill him too." He begged.
"The others can not see us here." Katana broke in. "Let them go Marik." He begged.
"I can't. I have orders." He replied.
"Let him go we will suffer together as long as no one sees." Katana cooed.
"I can't. WE have already come to far." He said forcing the knife against the man's throat causing Ryou to freeze.
"Don't kill me father please I will come with you." He said.
"That doesn't even matter now." He whimpered. "YOU KILLED MORE THEN HALF OF MY TEAM!" Marik shouted.
"Just let him go." Katana continued stepping between Marik and Ryou's father.
"You can go just do it now!" He snapped as Katana took his hand from the man's neck.
The man took Ryou but before he could more Marik slammed Ryou in the head with a long stick of rail, which had fallen with them over the side. Ryou was knocked unconscious.
And well the rest is history.
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Hope you liked. Chapter 6 should be up before November depends upon how I feel and the response I get. Don't forget to cheek out my other fics.
Chow, Chow
Goddessofpainandsuffering.