AN- Hello people! What cha all doing? Lol, I'm really sick right now, going in for more testing at the hospital on Monday, I'll be able to get the operation I need really soon though and then I can get back on my feet and get back to school! I hope you all enjoy my ficy! Oh and when fixing my story I accadently ended up deleating my first reviewer so I'm going to thank Goddess Of Pain and Suffering right here for the mistake. Sorry bought that hun!
Oh! and just so you know this story is going to evolve aroundthe main hakari's and take place through out their entire time of owning the shennen items, from first receiving them to...well...I'll get to that eventually...I may also add in a few chapters based around the Yami's and how they're day goes...but that's up to you guy's so well have to wait and see.
Apart from that the begining of this story is going to be somewhat based off of the series but not entirely...I'm going to use different events and change a heck of a lot of crap. Also I will be adding stuff to show how some things happen, though I will eventually run off into my own story...andthe romance line...heh, I do love shonen-ai...and yaoi...but again it must be requested...or wait until the Yami's get to know them better...
Disclaimer-Me? Own YuGiOh? heh, I wish….
My Life...My Death...My Story...
Chapter One: The Sennen Rod
Another cry of pain shot from the young Egyptians mouth as the needle pierced his skin once more, allowing the ink to flow swiftly and painfully into the soft tan skin of his back...
His platinum blond hair hanging loosely over his shoulders as the man known as his father continued to work. His deep cold voice ringing out into his ear's, telling him to become silent before he lost the use of his tong.
His large lilac eye's began to swell up as tears fell loosely over his bronze toned skin and his grip on the wetted table cloth grew...he didn't want this...he never wanted this...he was only twelve and he had no interest in becoming the Tomb Keeper for a man who would never meet...he dreamed of seeing the sunlight again...to leave his gods forsaken underground home and escape to the world above...to drop all his studies and play...to see what it is to be a child...to have a mind, wishes and freedoms of your own...
Another stab of the glistening silver tip and he was brought from his thoughts and dreams back to the pain of his current reality...a small whimper escaped his lips and he tried again to resist the urge of shouting out.
He moved his thought back to the events of early that day...he and his sister had gone out into the sunlight...he had been allowed to take a picture back with him...it was of a mo-tor-cy-cle..." he smiled to himself at the thought of ridding one himself someday...the wind of freedom whipping through his hair...he loved the thought of it...the thought of being away from this place...away from his father...
Why was it that Odion couldn't have gotten this? not that he would wish this sort of punishment onto his older brother...but the question had remained within his mind of why? Odion had begged his father only a few day's before when seeing how scared Malik was...why was it that his brother was rejected...was spared...but he wasn't? Why was he forced to carry this hateful, resentful curs...? It just wasn't fair...at least Odion wanted it!...well sort of...
Another prick and another tear...would he ever be free? would he ever be done? His father had been doing this for the past three hours already and it felt as if it had been day's...Where was Odion...and Isis? he was afraid of this pain...he didn't like having the needle constantly jabbed into his skin...
Oh yes he remembered now, they said that they would wait just out side for him because they weren't permitted to enter the room until his torture was completed...
He stifled another sob and wiped his eye's again...
"Up Malik..." Malik, that was the suffering boy's name…he turned his face to look into the eye's of his tormentor. They were almost identical, if his father was only a few years younger they may have been able to pass off as twins...however his face was stained with age and wrinkles covered much of his face now.
Shifting his weight the young boy moved up, now sitting on the hard surface and waiting for his next instruction...or permission to move...which ever would come first...
His watery eye's watched as his father traveled across the room and once again filled his needle with ink...the young boy blinked in confusion as he stared onto the man and was left to wonder as to what he was doing now...he had been graced with all the same tattoos as his father now...what else could there be...? his eye's then widened as one of the man's rough hands grabbed his son's small chin, forcing it to look upon himself and stare him in the eye's.
"Don't move, don't scream, don't cry..." these were the only instructions he was given before the point was moved to his face...to the side of his eye and plunged deep within his skin...before the chance to close them came to hand...
After this he was thrown into his room where he was told to stay quiet...grounded for going above ground earlier that day...
He moved to his bed, his leather sandals making soft patting sounds as he moved across the cold floor to his bed...
Carefully he slipped under the covers...not wanting to inflict anymore pain then needed onto his back...his face still hurt a lot too and even blinking made his face sting.
He frowned burying his face into the soft cushioning protection of his pillow and trying his best to drift off...the sooner this day was over the better...
The darkness of a thousand shadows towered over the small figure that was Malik...his eyes wide as he looked on with fear...his voice echoing through the depths of despair with no reply to his calls for help.
"Odion! Isis! Father! S-someone!" his feet now carried him towards a stone labyrinth, seeing it as the only escape from the darkness, he flew down the endless halls of the unfamiliar maze...twists and turns within the labyrinth he now found himself racing through...each new wall harvesting a different memory of his past...a different time of tears...of fear...a different memory of his father...as if under construction the hallway came to an end with the newest one of today...of the needle drilling into the soft flesh beneath his eye and the feeling of icy ink slipping into his flesh...
"W-where am I! why am I here..w-where's Odion! I-I want my brother!" he span around watching as the paths he had raced through now changed..."Nooo! let me out! let me out!" small feet echoed across the cold floor, his fists banging against the wall that now replaced the pathway he had used to enter this area of the labyrinth...
"Nooo!" he turned on his heal now racing down the next path continuing in his attempts to get out...
He span around the corner, and then another...blinded by hot tears as he went...he turned another one coming face to face with a giant brown monster, it's pinchers moving like scissors at his throat.
A scream rang out through the air and he span around again, moving through yet another winding tunnel racing blindly through the halls...
He turned a corner again this time come face to face with a man wearing a deep blue jacket and hat...his orange skin and green eyes staring down to the young boy...he smiled and gave a small bow, his sharp fang like teeth shining clearly to the boy...
"heh heh heh...why hello child...you seem to be upset, I take it your not from around these parts...I am The Witty Phantom" he popped the hat back on top of his un-brushed blind hair. "...are you lost?..heh heh heh..I could help you find the way out..." he gave a small smile to the frightened little Malik and it grew when he reluctantly took the offered hand.
"good boy...come with me..." he turned his body leading his into yet another hall...though in the opposite direction of what he had originally came.
His watered filled gaze traveled to the many images placed upon the walls...the tortured memories of what had happened to him through his shortly lived life...the pictures of being beaten and disciplined or watching Odion get in trouble for something that he had done...of his sister...all the times he was yelled at for never studying enough...how his father knew he could be better if he would just do as he was told, try harder, study more...
He felt the rag building up within him as he stared onto the images...he had done his best…he was trying...it wasn't his fault that he hadn't memorized the entire ancient text by his eighth birthday...he had tried...he had...he didn't deserve to be beaten on his birthday for not knowing the entire thing by heart yet...
The man who held his hand peered down to him face reflecting curiosity as to what the small boy could be thinking about...he could feel the serge of anger running through his hand...
"Are you alright, Malik? You seem a little...tense for a twelve year old."
Bright lilac eyes looked up to meet the brilliant green ones. "How do you know my name...?"
"heh, isn't it obvious?" he motioned his free hand about the room of where they now stood, his name being yelled by the many faces of his angered father...his sister getting in the way of his being slapped, Odion trying to calm him after being hit...
"Oh...I guess I never really realized that..." he frowned in slight embarrassment before feeling the light tug on his arm and once again being dragged off...
The small boy continued to watch the images before him, his heart filling with pain from the memories...his anger filling his body and tears stinging at his eye's yet again.
"I can feel your pain...your aura is black...full to the rim with grief, and rage. You hate your father don't you?"
He frowned thinking for a moment before they stopped in front of a wall as if waiting for something and he watched helplessly as Odion was beaten for allowing Malik to sneak away from his studies to play with Isis...he grit his teeth watching as the thick wooden staff fall onto his older brothers back again and again..
"yes..." he hissed through clenched teeth.
"You wish you would never have to see him again don't you?"
"yes..." he hissed again, now glaring at the picture of his father set before him. He loathed him...he wished he would just go away and never come back...
"hmm...interesting..." he smirked as a black hole opened before them and placed a hand onto his back.
he leaned over hissing into his ear "well…consider you wish granted..."
He screamed grabbing onto the sides of the door as he was thrown towards the dark abyss...looking over his shoulder to the nothingness open behind him...
A high pitch laugh could be heard on the other side of the vortex and foot steps carrying the treacherous being away. "have fun little one, I hope your eternity alone is better then the life you had been granted before.."
he whimpered as he felt the walls of the whole he was holding shrinking...closing...he would be stuck here soon...where was here anyway? Was this a dream?
He struggled to pull his body up...the hole becoming smaller and smaller as he continued in his attempts to climb out of it...his arm hooked onto the edge and he threw up the other one, boosting himself onto the edge and twisting around to sit, the hole was just lard enough for his leg's to squeeze through, he placed his hands onto the wall and proceeded to push falling back words and flipping his feet out just in time to see the bottoms of his sandals sliced clean off by the now closed hole.
"th-that jerk...he-he was trying to kill me, not help me..."he thought back to the mans promises...the wording of what he had said...he had helped him out of the labyrinth and he did find a way for him to never see his father again...though not exactly in the way he had hoped...
he shook his head sadly, wishing it had turned out differently...
"hmmm...I hadn't expected you to live..."
His head flipped back up and his eyes widened at the sight of his old friend standing within the doorway...it seemed he had walked off a little before deciding to come back and watch the show.
"I guess I'll just have to try harder..." he smirked rolling his hat down his arm before flipping it back on and moving back towards Malik.
He stood panic stricken for a few moments before turning in his heal and running into the nearest hall way, the dark laughter of his pursuer following quick behind.
"You can't run forever boy, I will find you, I will help you get your wish..."
He closed his eyes as he continued to run, his legs were now beginning to feel like jelly, he was thirsty, exhausted, scared and his adrenalin was now wearing him out.
He only stopped when confronted with a lard set of doors his ears pricked as he heard the familiar voice of he Phantom still hot on his trail, walking calmly through the walls, each one making a new doorway for him to walk calmly through.
"heh, I wouldn't go through that door if I were you...there's a creature twenty times darker then I sleeping within...He's been laying dormant for the last twelve years feeding off of the hatred and darkness fused with in the labyrinth, it would be unwise to release him Malik..."
Tiered lilac stared back into the convincing emerald one's...he was lying again...he lied to him before and now he was doing at again...
he threw his hand onto the lard brass handle and proceeded to pull.
"You little brat! Don't touch that!" he began to walk roughly towards him, anger flashing through his eye's.
"No! You obviously don't want it open, so it has to be something that can help me!" He pulled harder, The Witty Phantom now within arms length of him.
"I don't want the Ra-Damned door open because it will destroy us all, now let go you vermin!" he cursed grabbing a fist full of blond hair and jerking it roughly to free the brass door form Maliks death grip upon it's handle.
"Never!" his eyes watered at the harsh pain of having his hair pulled so roughly. he jerked the door again, anger and despair flowing through his body, pain and fatigue coursing through him.
"Damn-it! Damn you! Damn you for lying..."
A small crack appeared into a lock located well above Malik's head...he hadn't noticed that there before...
"Shut up you worthless brat!" he jerked his hair again this time pulling him from the
door.
Another wave of anger flooded through his body. "No! I won't listen to you anymore! I won't be controlled!"
Another crack shot through the lock.
"Shut up!" He moved his raised his fist backhanding Malik and forcing him to the floor.
His eyes widened as he stared past the screaming Phantom and to the image of his screaming father...his eyes dancing in pain as he watched again what had happened after the tattoos...he had been beaten...his father had back handed him and yelled for crying so much during the rite...
"Y-your just like him..." he breathed the words as if he was cursing..."Your just like my father!" He moved to his feet feeling unfazed by the others snarl.
"Y-Your just my minds version of what kind of a monster I believe my father to be!" a chunk of metal fell from the thick lock, cracks now flying through it.
"Sh-shut up!"
"No! You don't own me! Your nothing! Your just a pretend version of him! and your
nothing! just like he's nothing!" another piece proceeded to fall to the floor. "You hate me, you want me dead, you wanted me dead from the vary beginning! I hate you! I wish you would disappear! I wish you would just curl up in a corner and die!" another chunk fell...bigger this time... " he moved past the Phantom to the image poof his father and moved his fist back, glaring onto the picture. "AND I HATE YOU!" he slammed his fist into the image, shattering it like glass...and with it the lock...
"You fool! what have you done!"
"he's set me free..."
Darkness flooded the room slowly swirling around the young boy and Phantom.
"You tried to hurt him...didn't you...?"
"N-now Marik...l-let's not do anything rash..."
"He tried to kill me..." Malik spat angrily, tears filling his eyes as his body finally gave in and he dropped to what should have been his knees...the shadows caching him in his movements and holding in the air like that of a chair.
"You tried to kill him...?"
"No! I-I would never try anything like that! Really!"
"Liar!" he shouted through his tears, lightly gasping and tiered from all the day's events..
"Liar..."
"No! no Marik please!" the shadows moved about his body, pulling him into a sphere of darkness and hiding his body from view...there was the muffled sound of protest and then the nail curling sound of crunching bones and squirting blood, the orb shrinking to a tenth of it's original size before disbursing and the many pieces of the Phantom falling to the floor.
Malik blinked at the pieces for a moment as he was now being carried on the darkness towards the doors...towards this Marik...who ever he was...
"M-marik..."
"Yes...Malik..." the voice was quiet, deep and calm...soothing for the young boy to listen too.
"C-can you send me home...p-please..."
"Anything for you hakkari...anything for you..."
He smiled closing his eyes for a moment, feeling grateful towards this new person...he didn't know them...but for some reason he trusted them with is life...
"Thank you..."
...THUMP!
"ow!" a hand shoot to his head and he rubbed it sourly as he looked around his room...he had fallen out of bed...it had all been a dream...a really freaky bad dream... he smiled to himself...it was over...
"heh...thank you Marik..."
He smiled picking himself up from the ground, wincing at the pin in his back...he had landed on it and boy could he tell...
He moved back onto his bed, lying on top of his stomach once more, allowing his mind to wander back to the dream he had just encountered...or at least he thought it was a dream...wasn't it? What else could it have been...
his door creaked open and Odion walked slowly into the room, a small candles flame blazing on it's small brass stand.
"Master Malik...are you alright? I heard crying...were you having a bad dream?" the older man moved into the room, his deep skin tone and ebony hair shining in the small glow
given by the light.
"I-I was crying..." he raised a hand to his eyes and felt his moist checks...he must have been crying in his sleep during the dream. "I guess it happened during my dream...I'm sorry to have waken you..."
"Not at all, I was just getting up to go see your father. he requested that I visit him in the study tonight."
Malik's brow furrowed at this and he arched an eyebrow in question. "What would he want to talk to you about Odion? isn't it getting late?"
"he wanted to talk with me about today's earlier events...about the little walk about you and Isis took this morning."
His bright lilac's saddened and he lowered his head as to contemplate what his could mean for his brother. "Oh...I-I'm sorry Odion..."
"No, I don't want you to be sorry. What you did was just fine, you need to see the sunlight at least once in your life." At this Malik's gaze brightened slightly and he looked back up to his calm and collective brother...Odion wasn't worried so why should he?
"Ok...if your sure..."
"Positive...now why don't you get some more sleep?"
"Ok..."
With a quick good night and the movement of soft blankets being lay to rest on Malik Odion was gone, and Malik was left to worry once more as to what exactly his father would do to his poor brother for yet again one of his foolish sins...
he lay in the safely and comfort of his own bed for gods know how long before he finally got to his feet once more and began to make his way towards the door, looking to get his sandals. he didn't his feet to freeze against the cold floors.
he blinked at the empty corner that they would usually have been hidden in and scratched his head cousinly before moving about his room to continue in his search.
"Where'd they go?..." he frowned scratching his head and flopping down onto his bed only to feel something sharp poking through his sheets.
"huh?" he reached beneath the blankets and pulled from them the straps of a ripped up sandal. "w-what the...?" he stammered dropping the lather straps and running back to his door, throwing it open and racing down in search of his brother. He had to find him now! he just had too! he had to tell Odion all about his dream...he had to tell him about the sandal straps!
He flew to the door again creaking it open and peering down the long hallway. "Odion?" he whispered the words as if he was half afraid of what would come...the house seemed so different during the resting hours...
Biting his bottom lip he moved through the darkened hallways examining the room's as he passed...it was just like in his dream...these darkened halls...they seem so familiar...and yet they didn't...there was something different about it all...something in the air of it all...
A shiver slivered down his spin as if something was following him...watching him...
"H-hello?" he turned his head checking the empty passage for any other movement besides his own...though nothing seemed to come...
and the odd pain in his head...
"...there's something different in the air tonight...something that I've never felt before..."
Maaaalik...
The young boy's head flipped around and he searched the halls again..
"H-hello?" he span around in his search, his eye's falling on the shadowed statues lining the walls..."Who's there?"
heh heh heh...Maaaaaaalik
The voice sang again, sending the boy's he'd to go flying in a blur of direction once more...
"W-Where are! Come out!"
Come to me...done the hall...down to the study room...where the Shennen Items are...come...come see me...
Who was this? who was there, where were they hiding! In the study?...In the study! that's where father and Odion are!
he took to his feet again, moving down the hundreds of twists and turns hidden throughout the underground mansion...knowing where each new turn would lead him...
"Uhhh!"
"Father Please stop! It was Malik and I who went out! Let me be punished! Leave Odion alone! please father Please!"
"Be quiet Isis! Odion knew you weren't permitted to leave this place and he allowed it to happen regardless! For that he must be punished!"
"But father!"
"I said QUIET ISIS!"
"w-what's going on?" Malik frowned as he now entered the room...his eyes widened at the sight before him...
Odion had his wrists bound and was kneeling on the floor before his father who held in his hand the whip, think fresh blood ran freely down his brothers back from the open wounds he had just received within the hour.
"Master Malik! What are you doing up! You must return back to bed at once!"
"O-Odion!" His eyes began to swell up again and he moved toward his brother. "Father! What are you doing! L-leave him alone!"
"Malik! Return to your quarters at once!" His fathers darkened glare forced him to falter in his steps toward his brother, his sister now to his side and holding his shoulders in her own hopes of mild comfort for the younger boy.
"Malik...you mustn't get too close...you may be cut by the whip!" his sisters words of caution came unheard to the boy as the pin within his head grew to an unearthly amount…red and white flashing before his eyes…
A high pitch shrill sounded through the room and he fell to his stomach...opening his eyes to the darkness surrounding him...the velvet soft darkness...warm and comforting...it felt like a giant bed that he was wrapped in...it was so nice...so pitch...it didn't hurt him...it was helping him...it was nice...
He moved his hand through the ebony abyss, watching as the black and purple shadowed moved over his skin...they tickled...
he looked around the ebony room feeling more comfort then ever in his entire life...and the fact that he was alone didn't seem to bother him...though it would be nice to know where exactly he was...
he smiled contently floating there...unmoving for what seemed like forever...before the pain in his head began to return...throbbing...pulsing...he scrunched up his eye's again watching the familiar lights...feeling the familiar pain...and releasing the scream...
"nnn..." he whimpered, his eyes opening again...dropping something...he hadn't remembered picking up the Shennen Rod...he blinked at his, feeling his arms loop around him and pull him close against his body trying to shield him from something...
"W-what is it Odion...w-what's wrong?" he twisted around in his grip, peering over his shoulder to the blood trailing down the wall...the body of his dead father lieing benith it...
"Father! Father! What's wrong with father! we have to help him! what's happened! what's going on!" he was pulled farther agents the body of his brother, halting his struggles and forcing his face into his shoulder.
"w-what happened...w-what's going on..." hot salty streams now flowed once again for the hundredth time that night...and the sorrows of what he would never know the truth of began to form...this was the night of the beginning…this was where it all began...this was where the re-awakening of the shadow games took place that would change the life of so many to come...all with in the mind of a child...
AN: Ok! In this story for anyone who didn't quite get it, the while maze thing...that was a dream taking place within the soul room of his mind...and partially the shadow realm.
The dark warm abyss was where the hakari's minds go to sleep when they are switched with…and seeing as this was Marik's first appearance and he obviously is apart of Malik's soul that has just recently became his own person I figured that their first time switching would be a little painful.
Any who! The next chapter is all about the Shennen Ring, so if you have any impute as to what you think should happen please enlighten me. - and give a review! I tend to give up if I think that people hate what I'm writing...it depresses me…Well gotta go! Have to start the next one! Bye bye!