~*~*~Name Behind the Murder~*~*~
Bow: Yea, this was going to be a happy chapter that had nothing to do with the story originally, but I'm in the mood to do the next chapter right now. And this is a direct continuation of the last chapter, so I wanted to do this before the random chapter.
Dragon: And this is more important anyway!
Bow: ::blinks:: You know i'm not doing a lemon for a while now, right?
Dragon: ::pouts::
Bow: ::smirk:: So, onto the story!
Note: I was able to finish this in the library at school, but school's almost over, and I should be getting my comp back.
~*~*~
"I'm just so glad you're alright," Yami breathed, pulling Yugi to him in a crushing hug.
"I'm fine, Yami... I'm sorry I worried you," Yugi replied softly, burying his face in Yami's chest as he wrapped his arms around his middle.
"C'mon, guys... I don't think lingering around here is the best idea. Not when a murderer is still on the loose," Seto told them, glancing around the graveyard with a cautious eye.
"No, it isn't a good idea."
The group spun around, all eyes falling upon a dark-skinned woman clad in a white dress fringed with gold. Her hair was bound with gold, and a gold necklace was at her throat. The symbol it bore, however, was extremely familiar...
Bakura's jaw dropped, eyes wide as he stared at her. "I...Ishizu?!"
Yami stared at her for a moment before recognising his former advisor. She was one of his few regained memories, and was a welcome sight. "Ishizu!" He exclaimed with a smile.
She did not return his friendly smile. "I'm afraid I bear ill news, Pharaoh..."
Yami's smile vanished, his grip on Yugi slacking as he turned in his hold to stare up at the woman. "What is it?"
"I know who killed your friend," she murmured.
"What?! Tell us!" Jou blurted out, pulling away from Seto's grip.
"My younger brother... Marik," Ishizu replied quietly. "He has gone mad, Pharaoh... He craves with a wild hunger to become the Pharaoh in your place. He wants revenge for our slavery under you."
"Slavery?" Yugi mumbled, looking up at Yami.
"But, that was the only way I could save you two. And he was not treated like a slave at all!" Yami blurted out. "Why did he kill Anzu?!"
"He tried to use her to get information about your whereabouts. He failed, and killed her in anger," she answered.
"How do you know all this?" Honda demanded.
"I was there when she died."
"Why didn't you save her?!"
"You think I didn't try?! He would not listen, and I could do nothing but stand there and witness her death," she shouted in her defence, eyes narrowing at Honda. "I did not want to see her die, believe me!"
Honda looked away from her, placing a hand over Shizuka's as she rested her hand on his shoulder.
Jou and Seto looked as angry as Honda, eyes narrowed at Ishizu with fierce untrust, hands clenched at their sides.
"Why should we trust you? If your brother turned, then why not you?" Jou asked in a low voice.
Ishizu sighed, looking over to Yami and Bakura for help. "You have no reason to trust me, but my Pharaoh and Bakura do."
The others looked to Yami, who nodded once in confirmation.
"But, I have reason to believe that this Marik is not really my brother. He was never this bloodthirsty, Pharaoh, you know that. He may have been angry at you, yes, but never like this," she told him.
"Then how would you exlplain his actions, Ishizu?" Bakura asked her.
She shook her head. "I do not know. But I know that man could not have been my brother. At least not in mind."
~*~*~
Bow: Woo! Now the yami's have a name behind the murder! But, what will they do now? OOOoooOOO!!! ::snicker::
Dragon: Please... don't do that. You're making it sound like some cheesy soap opera.
Bow: . ::smirk::
Dragon: o.o;;;
~*~*~
"I don't want to kill anymore! Stop making me kill!"
Marik was curled up in a corner, holding his head in his hands as he shouted out to the furnature-filled yet empty apartment. His lavender eyes were shut tightly and he shook his head as he rocked back and forth slowly. He no longer wore his cloak, and was dressed in brown trousers and a white shirt, along with a set of gold necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. He gripped theMillennium Rod in his hand tightly as he pulled his legs in front of him, using them almost as a shield as he shuffled farther into the corner of the apartment.
"Now, now, Marik. You've only killed that one girl and that was almost a month ago."
Marik opened his eyes, staring up at a man almost identical to himself. His hair, though still blonde, was shorter and spiked, his eyes were a pale orange instead of lavender, and the black markings on his face were slightly different. He also had a bloodthirsty appearence much different then the more innocent one of Marik.
This second being inhabiting the Millennium Rod was not from ancient Egypt, but a physical embodiment of Marik's frustration and anger created by the Rod. He even had the same abilities as Yami and Bakura since this second being was linked to an Item and not the world itself.
"M-Malik..." Marik whimpered, eyes widening as he stared up at the man.
"No! I don't want to kill again!" He told him, shaking his head.
Malik smirked down at him. "You won't have to. Our dear sister found the Pharaoh for us."
"What?! No...!" Marik's eyes narrowed. "She's not your sister!"
Malik's smirk deepened. "Yes, she is. Like it or not, Marik, I am a part of you, and that makes her my sister also. But that does not matter now. The Pharaoh has been located, and now I can take his place."
"Malik, please! Don't do this!" Marik begged, rising to his knees in front of him to clasp his hand in his own. "Please..."
Malik grasped Marik's hair with his other hand, pulling him to his feet. Marik winced, but refused to show his pain to Malik as he maintained his grip on the yami's hand.
"No matter how cute your begging is, I'm not going to back away from this now. Just remember that you were the one who wanted to be Pharaoh before I was even created," Malik told him.
"But I would not have gone to such an extent, Malik. Please, stop this madness," Marik begged.
Malik released his other half's hair, using the hand to stroke Marik's face slowly, causing the hikari to shiver. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I will become Pharaoh and get rid of Yami."
"Don't..." Marik mumbled.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Get rid of the man who enslaved you? Don't you hate him for locking you in the Millennium Rod for thousands of years?" Malik asked.
"He trusted me... That's why he put me in the Rod. He saved me from death by taking me and Ishizu as slaves. I don't hate him!" Marik shouted, shaking his head.
"But you used to. And thanks to that hate, that anger, you now have me. Aren't you glad that you have me?" The yami asked darkly, a grim smile on his lips.
Marik mumbled a few quiet words.
"What did you say? Speak louder," Malik told him.
"No. I want you to go away and leave me alone!" Marik yelled angrily, landing a weak blow on Malik's chest.
Malik took a frim hold on Marik's wrists. "Stop, Marik," he told him quietly.
Marik instantly stopped, looking up at Malik with tear-filled eyes. "I hate you..." He choked.
"No you don't," Malik murmured.
No, he didn't hate him, not entirely. He hated him with all his might, but he... loved him at the same time. He didn't know why, or how, but... he couldn't help it. He had never been this afraid of someone before, not even the Pharaoh, and that fear intrigued him. It gave Malik control over him, allowing him to show Marik emotion, compassion, and even love in return. But, Malik still used that control against him, making him fear him and concede to his demands.
Marik leaned forward into Malik, resting his head against his chest as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please... Don't kill Yami..."
Malik released Marik's wrists, allowing him to lean into his body. "It is too late. I have started this and cannot stop now. Besides, I'm doing this for you. This is revenge upon the man who stole your life from you."
"He saved my life..." Marik mumbled, neither Marik nor Malik embracing the other.
"But didn't you say you would have rather died then let yourself become a slave? You said that to our sister not a month ago, I believe," Malik said.
"You said that, not me. You were using my body then, I was locked in my soul room while you roamed free with my appearance," Marik said, voice tinged with anger.
"But you felt it once, back in Egypt. I have seen your memories, felt your emotions. There is nothing you can hide from me, Marik," Malik told the younger silkily, reaching up with a bangled hand to stroke the hikari's hair.
~*~*~
Bow: And now back to the others!
Dragon: ::blinks:: o.o;
~*~*~
"What do you mean, not in mind?" Yami questioned, brow furrowed in puzzlement.
"I'm... not sure, but it didn't seem like my brother at all. He seems possessed somehow," Ishizu murmured, fingering the necklace at her throat. "He even threatened to use his Millennium Rod on me, his own flesh and blood." She couldn't hide the worried tremble in her voice.
Bakura and Yami both made a start. Marik would never do anything to try and hurt his sister. He cared about her too much. "What?!" Bakura blurted out.
Ishizu nodded sadly, looking away from her two friends. "But, I fear that this is all I can do to help you, Pharaoh. You know who killed your friend, and I can only ask Ra to help you to find out what is wrong with my brother."
Yami nodded, arms still around Yugi. "I will find out what is making him do this, Ishizu. Do not worry. Whatever killed Anzu will pay dearly for what it has done." Yami added the last sentence in a low growl of anger.
After he spoke, she seemed to have vanished, leaving no trace of her even being there. All of them rubbed their eyes, almost in unison, as they looked around for her.
"She's gone," Bakura stated, as though confirming she was even there in the first place.
"Yes, but we have other things to deal with now. Things like finding Marik. How this will be done, I'm not sure..." Yami muttered under his breath, tightening his hold on Yugi.
~*~*~
Bow: And that would be the end of the chapter. Sorry about the huge delay guys, grounding has some effect on that. And it is kinda short. I'll think of something soon o.o;;; I hope... .... I need to work on School Daze too. Oy...
Bow: Yea, this was going to be a happy chapter that had nothing to do with the story originally, but I'm in the mood to do the next chapter right now. And this is a direct continuation of the last chapter, so I wanted to do this before the random chapter.
Dragon: And this is more important anyway!
Bow: ::blinks:: You know i'm not doing a lemon for a while now, right?
Dragon: ::pouts::
Bow: ::smirk:: So, onto the story!
Note: I was able to finish this in the library at school, but school's almost over, and I should be getting my comp back.
~*~*~
"I'm just so glad you're alright," Yami breathed, pulling Yugi to him in a crushing hug.
"I'm fine, Yami... I'm sorry I worried you," Yugi replied softly, burying his face in Yami's chest as he wrapped his arms around his middle.
"C'mon, guys... I don't think lingering around here is the best idea. Not when a murderer is still on the loose," Seto told them, glancing around the graveyard with a cautious eye.
"No, it isn't a good idea."
The group spun around, all eyes falling upon a dark-skinned woman clad in a white dress fringed with gold. Her hair was bound with gold, and a gold necklace was at her throat. The symbol it bore, however, was extremely familiar...
Bakura's jaw dropped, eyes wide as he stared at her. "I...Ishizu?!"
Yami stared at her for a moment before recognising his former advisor. She was one of his few regained memories, and was a welcome sight. "Ishizu!" He exclaimed with a smile.
She did not return his friendly smile. "I'm afraid I bear ill news, Pharaoh..."
Yami's smile vanished, his grip on Yugi slacking as he turned in his hold to stare up at the woman. "What is it?"
"I know who killed your friend," she murmured.
"What?! Tell us!" Jou blurted out, pulling away from Seto's grip.
"My younger brother... Marik," Ishizu replied quietly. "He has gone mad, Pharaoh... He craves with a wild hunger to become the Pharaoh in your place. He wants revenge for our slavery under you."
"Slavery?" Yugi mumbled, looking up at Yami.
"But, that was the only way I could save you two. And he was not treated like a slave at all!" Yami blurted out. "Why did he kill Anzu?!"
"He tried to use her to get information about your whereabouts. He failed, and killed her in anger," she answered.
"How do you know all this?" Honda demanded.
"I was there when she died."
"Why didn't you save her?!"
"You think I didn't try?! He would not listen, and I could do nothing but stand there and witness her death," she shouted in her defence, eyes narrowing at Honda. "I did not want to see her die, believe me!"
Honda looked away from her, placing a hand over Shizuka's as she rested her hand on his shoulder.
Jou and Seto looked as angry as Honda, eyes narrowed at Ishizu with fierce untrust, hands clenched at their sides.
"Why should we trust you? If your brother turned, then why not you?" Jou asked in a low voice.
Ishizu sighed, looking over to Yami and Bakura for help. "You have no reason to trust me, but my Pharaoh and Bakura do."
The others looked to Yami, who nodded once in confirmation.
"But, I have reason to believe that this Marik is not really my brother. He was never this bloodthirsty, Pharaoh, you know that. He may have been angry at you, yes, but never like this," she told him.
"Then how would you exlplain his actions, Ishizu?" Bakura asked her.
She shook her head. "I do not know. But I know that man could not have been my brother. At least not in mind."
~*~*~
Bow: Woo! Now the yami's have a name behind the murder! But, what will they do now? OOOoooOOO!!! ::snicker::
Dragon: Please... don't do that. You're making it sound like some cheesy soap opera.
Bow: . ::smirk::
Dragon: o.o;;;
~*~*~
"I don't want to kill anymore! Stop making me kill!"
Marik was curled up in a corner, holding his head in his hands as he shouted out to the furnature-filled yet empty apartment. His lavender eyes were shut tightly and he shook his head as he rocked back and forth slowly. He no longer wore his cloak, and was dressed in brown trousers and a white shirt, along with a set of gold necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. He gripped theMillennium Rod in his hand tightly as he pulled his legs in front of him, using them almost as a shield as he shuffled farther into the corner of the apartment.
"Now, now, Marik. You've only killed that one girl and that was almost a month ago."
Marik opened his eyes, staring up at a man almost identical to himself. His hair, though still blonde, was shorter and spiked, his eyes were a pale orange instead of lavender, and the black markings on his face were slightly different. He also had a bloodthirsty appearence much different then the more innocent one of Marik.
This second being inhabiting the Millennium Rod was not from ancient Egypt, but a physical embodiment of Marik's frustration and anger created by the Rod. He even had the same abilities as Yami and Bakura since this second being was linked to an Item and not the world itself.
"M-Malik..." Marik whimpered, eyes widening as he stared up at the man.
"No! I don't want to kill again!" He told him, shaking his head.
Malik smirked down at him. "You won't have to. Our dear sister found the Pharaoh for us."
"What?! No...!" Marik's eyes narrowed. "She's not your sister!"
Malik's smirk deepened. "Yes, she is. Like it or not, Marik, I am a part of you, and that makes her my sister also. But that does not matter now. The Pharaoh has been located, and now I can take his place."
"Malik, please! Don't do this!" Marik begged, rising to his knees in front of him to clasp his hand in his own. "Please..."
Malik grasped Marik's hair with his other hand, pulling him to his feet. Marik winced, but refused to show his pain to Malik as he maintained his grip on the yami's hand.
"No matter how cute your begging is, I'm not going to back away from this now. Just remember that you were the one who wanted to be Pharaoh before I was even created," Malik told him.
"But I would not have gone to such an extent, Malik. Please, stop this madness," Marik begged.
Malik released his other half's hair, using the hand to stroke Marik's face slowly, causing the hikari to shiver. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I will become Pharaoh and get rid of Yami."
"Don't..." Marik mumbled.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Get rid of the man who enslaved you? Don't you hate him for locking you in the Millennium Rod for thousands of years?" Malik asked.
"He trusted me... That's why he put me in the Rod. He saved me from death by taking me and Ishizu as slaves. I don't hate him!" Marik shouted, shaking his head.
"But you used to. And thanks to that hate, that anger, you now have me. Aren't you glad that you have me?" The yami asked darkly, a grim smile on his lips.
Marik mumbled a few quiet words.
"What did you say? Speak louder," Malik told him.
"No. I want you to go away and leave me alone!" Marik yelled angrily, landing a weak blow on Malik's chest.
Malik took a frim hold on Marik's wrists. "Stop, Marik," he told him quietly.
Marik instantly stopped, looking up at Malik with tear-filled eyes. "I hate you..." He choked.
"No you don't," Malik murmured.
No, he didn't hate him, not entirely. He hated him with all his might, but he... loved him at the same time. He didn't know why, or how, but... he couldn't help it. He had never been this afraid of someone before, not even the Pharaoh, and that fear intrigued him. It gave Malik control over him, allowing him to show Marik emotion, compassion, and even love in return. But, Malik still used that control against him, making him fear him and concede to his demands.
Marik leaned forward into Malik, resting his head against his chest as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please... Don't kill Yami..."
Malik released Marik's wrists, allowing him to lean into his body. "It is too late. I have started this and cannot stop now. Besides, I'm doing this for you. This is revenge upon the man who stole your life from you."
"He saved my life..." Marik mumbled, neither Marik nor Malik embracing the other.
"But didn't you say you would have rather died then let yourself become a slave? You said that to our sister not a month ago, I believe," Malik said.
"You said that, not me. You were using my body then, I was locked in my soul room while you roamed free with my appearance," Marik said, voice tinged with anger.
"But you felt it once, back in Egypt. I have seen your memories, felt your emotions. There is nothing you can hide from me, Marik," Malik told the younger silkily, reaching up with a bangled hand to stroke the hikari's hair.
~*~*~
Bow: And now back to the others!
Dragon: ::blinks:: o.o;
~*~*~
"What do you mean, not in mind?" Yami questioned, brow furrowed in puzzlement.
"I'm... not sure, but it didn't seem like my brother at all. He seems possessed somehow," Ishizu murmured, fingering the necklace at her throat. "He even threatened to use his Millennium Rod on me, his own flesh and blood." She couldn't hide the worried tremble in her voice.
Bakura and Yami both made a start. Marik would never do anything to try and hurt his sister. He cared about her too much. "What?!" Bakura blurted out.
Ishizu nodded sadly, looking away from her two friends. "But, I fear that this is all I can do to help you, Pharaoh. You know who killed your friend, and I can only ask Ra to help you to find out what is wrong with my brother."
Yami nodded, arms still around Yugi. "I will find out what is making him do this, Ishizu. Do not worry. Whatever killed Anzu will pay dearly for what it has done." Yami added the last sentence in a low growl of anger.
After he spoke, she seemed to have vanished, leaving no trace of her even being there. All of them rubbed their eyes, almost in unison, as they looked around for her.
"She's gone," Bakura stated, as though confirming she was even there in the first place.
"Yes, but we have other things to deal with now. Things like finding Marik. How this will be done, I'm not sure..." Yami muttered under his breath, tightening his hold on Yugi.
~*~*~
Bow: And that would be the end of the chapter. Sorry about the huge delay guys, grounding has some effect on that. And it is kinda short. I'll think of something soon o.o;;; I hope... .... I need to work on School Daze too. Oy...