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CatastropheThe glass of these moonlit waters
Reflects the face of a solemn boy
A child, nothing more
Than a mirror in the void
A ripple of ancient tragedies
His tears drowning the past
Wavering emotions in this casted light
The day is at its last
He reaches out a hand
To me, a boy whose heart is lost
The world is oblivious
To our summer's evening frost
The boy whispers close to me
We are all but slaves
To which then he perishes
In the moonlit water's waves
I begin to walk away
My mind a haze of him
Forcing not be bothered
As the moon grows waning dim
At first I felt the shackles
Then the cinders and the noose
My throat in guillotine
I feel torment and abuse
The boy appears once again
A child ever so
His eyes brimmed with tears
His head with mine as low
His voice is like a music box
A tinkling grant of fate
He murmurs in my ear
Can't you feel our hate?
Our hate as dying dead
From dawn to dawn again?
Can't you spare your pity
For all us grieving men?
Because I have no heart
Relentless: Chapter 8
"It's like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall"
-Papercut (Linkin Park)-
The lurid haze eroded everything, it seemed. The world was so darkWhy is it so dark? Marik wondered. The words hovered in his mind, reassuring him that he was alive. A tingling sensation ran up Marik's spine as his attention was drawn to a dull presence. It seemed so dim that the tomb keeper had to wait a few moments to recognize the sensation again. Feeling himself draw closer, the haze became settled, a fog hovering at his feet. Despite spending his entire life in the dark, Marik shuddered at the lonely feeling pervading him. The tomb keeper followed the familiar sensation of the presence until new feelings clutched at him like phantom hands. Hatred, pain, scorn, abandonment and sadistic as well as masochistic crueltythey all formed a menacing fog around Marik as he went further
Yu-Gi-Oh : Christmas Special II : ThiefshippingThat night bore a cerulean cold, similar to frozen rain. The bitter wind felt as if it could slice through steel and the sky held silver in its twilight hues. Shivering, a rigid Egyptian boy stood in the midst of a blanket of snow biting his lip as he watched flurries of snow dance down from the sky. He was unaccustomed to such weather and silently contemplated the idea of returning to Egypt for the rest of the winter.
"It's not that cold, Marik. Now hurry up and get over here," said Bakura, the boy who made Marik falter on his decision.
"Don't tell me it gets colder," Marik muttered.
"It's Japan, not Antarctica. Stop complaining and come here," the pale boy repeated.
Marik sighed, closing his eyes and breathing in the crisp smell of pine needles, pinecones and snow. It was all so different than the arid desert he had lived in for his entire childhood. Even underground in a tomb, where he had been initiated a tomb keeper, Marik had never experienced the frigid cold of winter, let alone
Relentless: Chapter 7
"How many lives will we take
How many hearts destined to break
Nowhere to run can't escape
Full of ourselves tied to our fate"
-Lost (Avenged Sevenfold)-
Weeks passed turned into months wasted since Marik's last encounter with his other self. Or at least to Marik the months seemed wasted. Malik, who remained rather quiet throughout the time, insisted that he was keeping a low profilethe best for both of them. Each day passed in a routine, and Marik felt barely any pressure for the first several months. Malik scarcely appeared, and if he did it was only a faint sense of him. It stirred curiosity in Marik, though he knew better than to question Malik and his intentions. Perhaps it was all well that Malik did not bother to converse with him. After all, he held the tomb keeper's life in his own grasps.
It was the day, nearly a year later and around the time of his eleventh birthday that Malik chose to appear once again. His appearance caused a shiver to run up Mari
Yu-Gi-Oh : Christmas Special I : Puppyshipping"There! Perfect, isn't it, Kaiba?"
Seto peered at the blonde boy's creationdisaster under bored, half-lidded eyes. "Whatever," Kaiba muttered.
Jounouchi scowled at the brunette. "At least show some appreciation, Scrooge," Jounouchi said.
Kaiba gave an amused grunt, mumbling an insult under his breath. "What was that?" Jounouchi cried, turning to face Kaiba. "I demand you tell me, Seto Kaiba, Mister I'm-too-good-for-Christmas!" The blonde mocked, pointing a finger at Kaiba.
Seto gave a small smirk, though his eyes held no humour. "Have you run out of nicknames, pathetic mutt?"
"Ehhbe quiet!" Jounouchi scoffed, irritated by his permanent sobriquet. "At least I have the guts to"
Then, suddenly, a strong hand was clasped around Jounouchi's wrist, his still-pointing index finger succumbing to the force. Kaiba's breath sent a shiver down the blonde's spine as he whispered, "Guts to do what, pup?"
Jounouchi growled in an angered response.
"You even sound like a
Relentless: Chapter 6
"No explanation will matter after we begin
Unlock the dark destroyer that's buried within
My true vocation and now my unfortunate friend
You will discover a war you're unable to win"
Marik struggled to stay concentrated on the scripture. The words seemed so distant compared to his thoughts, his mind erratic as the previous events lingered clearly in his head. The boyMalikhad configured a deal that Marik himself found questionable. The tomb keeper was unsure if Malik had been lying to him, though he knew he had no way of knowing. The plan consisted of Marik escaping the underground tomb, his lifelong dwelling, and leaving behind everyone in attempt to escape. When Marik immediately refused, Malik had laughed and called him a coward under his breath, then explained to Marik that he would assist him greatly. At those words, Marik knew there was something left out, though he could not fathom the other boy's intentions. Malik had told the tomb
Relentless: Chapter 5
"Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game"
-Bullet with Butterfly Wings (Smashing Pumpkins
Feeling the arcane presence of an interloper, the tomb keeper awoke abruptly. It had been nearly a fortnight since he had last come into contact with the anonymous boy, but Marik knew there was no other possibilityit had to be him. Limbs tense, Marik blinked in the pitch-black void. A haze nearly as dark as the surroundings lingered at Marik's feet, qualm running a cold finger along his spine. His hands were no more than evanescent forms in direct sightline. The Egyptian held his breath, hoping for his echoing gasps to cease. In the midst of an overwhelming silence, Marik felt a looming presence behind him and immediately stiffened, biding the attack.
There was no contact as a voice spoke, "Ah, you're back."
Though Marik could not hear any footfalls, he knew the other boy was treading. The tomb keeper strai
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