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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
A/N: Woo! So far so good, even though last chapter felt scattered, and ran on in too many places. Gotten through the typos I could immediately find. Sorry about that.
Chrimey hits doubled in one day to this fic! That's really encouraging. ^^! Here I was saying reviews and stuff wouldn't affect me, and here's chapter 3! ~Groove groove~ Though, it took longer than I would have liked. Egh. Gomen.
And uh.... as to any typos one may find... My Word decided to crash on me, and so... yeah! *Eyes roll*
The following story HAS contained: NCC death, severe violence (or innuendo to such), mature scenes, much self love/hate from our favorite little Egyptian, and angst. Beloved angst.
Where's all the swearing gone...? Guess Malik's just too good for that!
The following story WILL contain: Swearing (?), mature scenes, and always shall there be the angst. Yay. Oh! And a bit of downward spiral sure to exponentially increase with time! Woo!
Spoilers: Not really. Closing in the gaps between events really.
Pairings: Malik x Mariku
Lemon in this chapter: Dammit, not yet. I know, I want it just as badly as you do.
Chapter: (3/7?)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor the characters involved in this work of fiction. This has been written without motive for profit or violation of copyrighted material, and the writer has only created this work for personal amusement to be shared with others. Yay. That saves my ass. Again.
On with the fic!!
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Take it all Away
"Mistress Isis!"
With much grief in her heavy mind she willed lashes to cease concealing dark azure hues, even as useless as they were to sorting out the blurs of color looming over her.
"Oh thank the gods you're alright..." he sighed, relief settling in to hazel eyes.
"Rishid?" It wasn't as though there was a great list of potential people that could be speaking to her. muc much she was certain of, despite the consuming wave of voices and flashes she had drowned in just a moment ago.
He only released a soft nod, helping her to sit up. Things were still a haze, and she hoped the walls would stop spinning soon so she could make way out of here. Unlike Malik, whom she would never consider spoiled, she wouldn't ask for the man to carry her out of here.
"It seems you fainted from the power of the Tauk, Mistress Isis." Hazel orbs took in the fact it was still around her neck with the briefest glance as he assisted her in staying upright.
There was only a breath of, "What... I saw..." from her before nausea settled in completely, leaving Rishid to sweep hair away from her face as she emptied her stomach to the bricks. Racked with gasps afterwards, there was a patient, tense silence between them.
"Go get Malik..." the woman finally croaked, still wheezing in the after-effects of the golden Tauk about her neck. When she could still feel her older brother there, she hissed and turned watery eyes on him. "I'm fine. Go!"
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"You know, in this place, we're safe... No one can hurt you here." The Darkness swept away a bit of the blond hair he was washing from the other's face.
A pile of coarse linen was in one of the many corners of the room, leaving the pair of children in only their skins as they bathed. Malik was the one in the inky waters of which were only caused because the pool was tiled in black rock, finding it crystal clear in being able to see his toes on the pool's floor. He couldn't feel the change in what was water and what was not as far as the temperature went. The only thing to indicate he was wet at all was only the liquid brushing him as something finer than any cotton he could dream of.
Those deep lavender hues watched the one raking fingers through his hair with the array of oils sitting beside him, leaving their noses thick with their pungent aromas. His other half only sat on the edge of the pool, leaving his shins in the water. When the kneading to get every bit of filth out of his hair increased, hands came up from the water and settled on the other's thighs to keep himself in place.
"Me... Can I stay here with you?"
"What kind of question is that, Weak One?" Fingers paused on the other's scalp as he stared down to him. Interrupting something he wanted to do. To feel the other, and know he was there, real. Someone tangible that he could manipulate. ...Destroy.
Malik turned his eyes down to both his own reflection and his feet. A splotch of foam disrupted that image with its lazy plop. Concern etched its way into the taller one's face, as much as he could barely stand to let its existence be known.
"It's nice here... Safe."
"My poor, innocent, weak, pathetic little me..." the other tsked lightly as he slipped in to the waterlik lik backed up respectively but stopped when arms circled around him.
Lotus hues drew wide when he felt the caress of fingers on the scars of his back, sucking in a sharp breath. The touch continued, tracing lines still pink for their only recent introduction to his being. Knives always made a death so... personal, to have to be so close to them and even catch the last glimmer of the spirit leaving their eyes.
....The thought made him shiver. Arms tightened about Malik as he almost purred to the idea.
If a knife was so formally close, how could one be closer?
"Stay that way," he murmured to the young Egyptian, pressing smirking lips to the corner of his other half's mouth. Malik let go of a blink in his puzzlement, eyes drawing wider when the kiss became more complete on his mouth.
You are the weakest part of me. And I...
...I am the darkest part of you. Every shred of agony that wraps itself upon your heart, I will feast upon. You don't have to worry... You won't feel pain ever again, if you trust me...
Pale lavender hues drew shut with a blissful sigh at those comforting words from the other, leaning back to the water as the taller instructed.
....Ma...te.....Malik........!
He couldn't imagine how a voice could be so far away, when he had Me there, right above him, able to see the star pattern ceiling of his Soul Room from the haze of soap-tainted waters.
Malik..!!!
The voices were getting more desperate. Why would anyone want to take him away from this? He was beheldheld, given the chance to be safe from everything.
Malik, you have to come back!
...Where had he gone, exactly? Frost seeped in to his chest, colder than the twilight breeze which skittered across the dunes and more forbidding than the miles of endless nothing, silver seas blending in to midnight, life sparked heavens. Lungs began toe, se, starving for what, he didn't know exactly.
Coughing tore away the mist of black that had swept over his eyes, sitting up and willing his small chest to hoard all the air it could ensnare. As vision cleared, he could make out toes still blue from the chill in the air.
Arms swept around him, the shaking of that form revealing that it was sobs near his ear, ice nipping at his skin losing his attention for the blanket that had come with the wrapping limbs.
"Master Malik, are you alright?"
The boy only nodded, face still blank with bewilderment as to what could have happened for the air to be so heavy with worry. A tug at his core brought him in to awareness, raising his head. "Of course I am. What happened?"
He could feel Isis kiss the back of his head, keeping firm hold of him to donate her warmth through the wrap of the blanket. Sides of his head pounding, he brought up a hand and felt cool metanginnging from his ear.
"We think..." his sister began hesitantly, "that you passed out when you were bathing..."
Oh, beautifully pathetic little me... When I kill the Pharaoh, this nightmare can end. ...You need me, to do what you cannot.
"Master Malik..." Lilac hues drifted to the one that called, blinking at Rishid. "...I will bathe with you, from now on."
The boy flushed, leaning back into the warm coddling of his sister. "You don't have to."
"Your life is my responsibility!" the man professed, determined orbs fixed on the boy. "....If I haen hen here... any later, you might have ended up at the doors of the Underworld..." It racked him with grief just at the thought, lowering his head.
...So you're the one that interrupted my fun. Again! ...This will have to stop.
"...Thank you, Rishid."
Most definitely. My little weak one is always so much stronger when he's around these two...
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A/N: Fulfilling chapter, to say the least.
As to Mariku....: it just made sense, to me, to do it this way.
He was not part of ancient Egypt. Nowhere in the storyline (unless someone could hand me solid evidence otherwise) does it say Mariku existed inside the Rod prior to meeting Malik. Think about it; children, all the time, manifest ways of dealing with their trauma, most often by developing personas. Malik has what is called Multiple Personality Disorder. But, sure as hell, the Rod doesn't help matters.
Besides, Seth was the holder of the Rod, and despite it does seem that everyone in the story of Yu-Gi-Oh! have been reincarnated from a time five-thousand (and yes, I've looked it up, and done research; for once, dubbers did not disgrace a series on a fact as crucial as this)..........
......that's another fic for another day.
In the meanby, if anyone wants to get ahold of he personally, the can snag me on aim at sceptor_wielding_malik I swear, anyone who comes on to be without forming a complete sentence is getting iggied though.
Chrimey hits doubled in one day to this fic! That's really encouraging. ^^! Here I was saying reviews and stuff wouldn't affect me, and here's chapter 3! ~Groove groove~ Though, it took longer than I would have liked. Egh. Gomen.
And uh.... as to any typos one may find... My Word decided to crash on me, and so... yeah! *Eyes roll*
The following story HAS contained: NCC death, severe violence (or innuendo to such), mature scenes, much self love/hate from our favorite little Egyptian, and angst. Beloved angst.
Where's all the swearing gone...? Guess Malik's just too good for that!
The following story WILL contain: Swearing (?), mature scenes, and always shall there be the angst. Yay. Oh! And a bit of downward spiral sure to exponentially increase with time! Woo!
Spoilers: Not really. Closing in the gaps between events really.
Pairings: Malik x Mariku
Lemon in this chapter: Dammit, not yet. I know, I want it just as badly as you do.
Chapter: (3/7?)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor the characters involved in this work of fiction. This has been written without motive for profit or violation of copyrighted material, and the writer has only created this work for personal amusement to be shared with others. Yay. That saves my ass. Again.
On with the fic!!
~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~
Take it all Away
"Mistress Isis!"
With much grief in her heavy mind she willed lashes to cease concealing dark azure hues, even as useless as they were to sorting out the blurs of color looming over her.
"Oh thank the gods you're alright..." he sighed, relief settling in to hazel eyes.
"Rishid?" It wasn't as though there was a great list of potential people that could be speaking to her. muc much she was certain of, despite the consuming wave of voices and flashes she had drowned in just a moment ago.
He only released a soft nod, helping her to sit up. Things were still a haze, and she hoped the walls would stop spinning soon so she could make way out of here. Unlike Malik, whom she would never consider spoiled, she wouldn't ask for the man to carry her out of here.
"It seems you fainted from the power of the Tauk, Mistress Isis." Hazel orbs took in the fact it was still around her neck with the briefest glance as he assisted her in staying upright.
There was only a breath of, "What... I saw..." from her before nausea settled in completely, leaving Rishid to sweep hair away from her face as she emptied her stomach to the bricks. Racked with gasps afterwards, there was a patient, tense silence between them.
"Go get Malik..." the woman finally croaked, still wheezing in the after-effects of the golden Tauk about her neck. When she could still feel her older brother there, she hissed and turned watery eyes on him. "I'm fine. Go!"
"You know, in this place, we're safe... No one can hurt you here." The Darkness swept away a bit of the blond hair he was washing from the other's face.
A pile of coarse linen was in one of the many corners of the room, leaving the pair of children in only their skins as they bathed. Malik was the one in the inky waters of which were only caused because the pool was tiled in black rock, finding it crystal clear in being able to see his toes on the pool's floor. He couldn't feel the change in what was water and what was not as far as the temperature went. The only thing to indicate he was wet at all was only the liquid brushing him as something finer than any cotton he could dream of.
Those deep lavender hues watched the one raking fingers through his hair with the array of oils sitting beside him, leaving their noses thick with their pungent aromas. His other half only sat on the edge of the pool, leaving his shins in the water. When the kneading to get every bit of filth out of his hair increased, hands came up from the water and settled on the other's thighs to keep himself in place.
"Me... Can I stay here with you?"
"What kind of question is that, Weak One?" Fingers paused on the other's scalp as he stared down to him. Interrupting something he wanted to do. To feel the other, and know he was there, real. Someone tangible that he could manipulate. ...Destroy.
Malik turned his eyes down to both his own reflection and his feet. A splotch of foam disrupted that image with its lazy plop. Concern etched its way into the taller one's face, as much as he could barely stand to let its existence be known.
"It's nice here... Safe."
"My poor, innocent, weak, pathetic little me..." the other tsked lightly as he slipped in to the waterlik lik backed up respectively but stopped when arms circled around him.
Lotus hues drew wide when he felt the caress of fingers on the scars of his back, sucking in a sharp breath. The touch continued, tracing lines still pink for their only recent introduction to his being. Knives always made a death so... personal, to have to be so close to them and even catch the last glimmer of the spirit leaving their eyes.
....The thought made him shiver. Arms tightened about Malik as he almost purred to the idea.
If a knife was so formally close, how could one be closer?
"Stay that way," he murmured to the young Egyptian, pressing smirking lips to the corner of his other half's mouth. Malik let go of a blink in his puzzlement, eyes drawing wider when the kiss became more complete on his mouth.
You are the weakest part of me. And I...
...I am the darkest part of you. Every shred of agony that wraps itself upon your heart, I will feast upon. You don't have to worry... You won't feel pain ever again, if you trust me...
Pale lavender hues drew shut with a blissful sigh at those comforting words from the other, leaning back to the water as the taller instructed.
....Ma...te.....Malik........!
He couldn't imagine how a voice could be so far away, when he had Me there, right above him, able to see the star pattern ceiling of his Soul Room from the haze of soap-tainted waters.
Malik..!!!
The voices were getting more desperate. Why would anyone want to take him away from this? He was beheldheld, given the chance to be safe from everything.
Malik, you have to come back!
...Where had he gone, exactly? Frost seeped in to his chest, colder than the twilight breeze which skittered across the dunes and more forbidding than the miles of endless nothing, silver seas blending in to midnight, life sparked heavens. Lungs began toe, se, starving for what, he didn't know exactly.
Coughing tore away the mist of black that had swept over his eyes, sitting up and willing his small chest to hoard all the air it could ensnare. As vision cleared, he could make out toes still blue from the chill in the air.
Arms swept around him, the shaking of that form revealing that it was sobs near his ear, ice nipping at his skin losing his attention for the blanket that had come with the wrapping limbs.
"Master Malik, are you alright?"
The boy only nodded, face still blank with bewilderment as to what could have happened for the air to be so heavy with worry. A tug at his core brought him in to awareness, raising his head. "Of course I am. What happened?"
He could feel Isis kiss the back of his head, keeping firm hold of him to donate her warmth through the wrap of the blanket. Sides of his head pounding, he brought up a hand and felt cool metanginnging from his ear.
"We think..." his sister began hesitantly, "that you passed out when you were bathing..."
Oh, beautifully pathetic little me... When I kill the Pharaoh, this nightmare can end. ...You need me, to do what you cannot.
"Master Malik..." Lilac hues drifted to the one that called, blinking at Rishid. "...I will bathe with you, from now on."
The boy flushed, leaning back into the warm coddling of his sister. "You don't have to."
"Your life is my responsibility!" the man professed, determined orbs fixed on the boy. "....If I haen hen here... any later, you might have ended up at the doors of the Underworld..." It racked him with grief just at the thought, lowering his head.
...So you're the one that interrupted my fun. Again! ...This will have to stop.
"...Thank you, Rishid."
Most definitely. My little weak one is always so much stronger when he's around these two...
~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~*_~
A/N: Fulfilling chapter, to say the least.
As to Mariku....: it just made sense, to me, to do it this way.
Besides, Seth was the holder of the Rod, and despite it does seem that everyone in the story of Yu-Gi-Oh! have been reincarnated from a time five-thousand (and yes, I've looked it up, and done research; for once, dubbers did not disgrace a series on a fact as crucial as this)..........
......that's another fic for another day.
In the meanby, if anyone wants to get ahold of he personally, the can snag me on aim at sceptor_wielding_malik I swear, anyone who comes on to be without forming a complete sentence is getting iggied though.