Author's Notes:

Okay, so here's the beginning of the Malik (hikari) and Marik (yami) stories. Now before this story begins, I apologize for the Ryou and Amane stories for being so similar, I was very lazy last week, and I didn't put my mind to the story.

Now, before this begins, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Haunted those belong to their respectful owners. I am just merely a fan who supports the couples.

Haunted

These nightmares, they just keep coming. I still hear his voice, the one that's kept me locked me up for all these years, in that hellish tomb. The one that's abused me, and hated me, yet, I still live with the guilt. I basically killed my father, but he won't let me forget him...

Horrible flashbacks of all the beatings I've sustained, the knife, the Rod, these all flash through my nightmares. Why, oh why can't I forget them? Why can't I forget him? Why does he still haunt my very dreams?

"Come Malik, come to me," his raspy voice rings through my memory. An involuntary shiver runs through my body, and I feel my lover's arms tighten around me.

Whack! I arch my back to the imaginary feel of the whip hitting me. I hear the sound of the hard leather and metal hitting my skin. I shudder as the feeling of the hit runs through my spine.

Thump, thump, thump! I hear my heart beating in fear, and then there is another, underlying beat. Is it his...he can't still be alive...I-I killed him. Yet, he still tortures me from his grave. I bet you he is laughing at me from hell! Dear Ra, what have I done to deserve this.

"Daddy I want to go outside the tomb!" A young boy full of energy states. That happy little boy is me, a boy who looks happy, but is full of hatred.

"Malik, how many times have I told you that the outside world is dangerous? They will hurt you. It is not our place outside of the tomb." His voice stated in an almost sing-songy tone. I pout at him, but he doesn't care. I am sick of all of these lies he feeds me about the outside world.

"That's not true. There is nothing wrong with the outside world! And you aren't going to stop me from going." I basically scream, only to regret my mistake.

"How dare you insult what I've said? Those people on the outside world, they will hurt you, they don't care for you like me. They will take advantage of you." My father coos, touching my crotch in a playful manner.

I try to move away, his touch extremely uncomfortable. My father notices this, and moves his hand away, an evil smile appearing on his face. "They won't be as nice as I," he whispers softly in my ear, his hand skirting over my private area before walking out of the room. I already know he's lying, and I know what he wants.

I feel my body move even closer into the protection of my yami, I feel safe within his arms, but I still feel my father. Why can't I wake myself up?

I cry in my small room. I stay on my knees and cry myself to sleep, falling to the floor. How can someone be so cruel? I want to die, why can't I die...or even better...wake up.

Once I fall into the blackness of sleep, I wake up to the real world. I see Marik staring at me, his eyes clouded over with worry.

Without realizing it, I burst out crying, sliding over to him so that I can cry into his shoulder.

"He's back! Why won't he leave me alone?" I whimper into my strong yami's arms. Marik pulls me in even closer, and rubs my back soothingly. "It's just a dream." He whispers, but I know it's not true.

"He's not back Malik, if you let his memory intimidate you...then sure he will. I've forgotten about him, so you should too." Marik whispers into my ear. I think about those words for a bit, and decide that he is not worth it, he's not worth my memory...If my yami believes in the cause, then so do I.

Author's Notes:

I know I made Marik a bit too smart and mature for how he actually acts, but I think that he has learned from his time in the Shadow Realm just a few things, especially when it comes to their father. That evil… never mind.

So please review, I would love to hear your feedback.