Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Symbiosis ❯ Destruction ( Chapter 3 )

Destruction

Malik's POV

They call me Malik. Some call me insane.

Oh no, I'm not the one who's insane. Take a look at my Yami. That is insanity.

My childhood was bleak. Dwelled in the darkness. From there my Yami was born. And further shattered my life.

Fatherless, motherless. Only a sister and a friend left.

And a nightmare.

Cornered by the fiend that is my own creation. I cannot run from him, for he is a part of me.

Where I go, he goes.

I cannot escape.

I am not a coward. I do not try and run from him because I fear him, but because there is no point in fighting him.

He just keeps coming back.

And so I have to be forever on my guard.

I am Malik. Insane? I don't think so.

Marik's POV

They call me Marik. Most call me a mindless killing machine.

How fitting. I was born of a young boy's pain and anger, after all.

How could I behave any differently?

I am merely an outward manifestation of his inner self. My actions simply reflect his mind.

I just love the taste of fear, hate and blood. Especially when they come from him, since we are one and the same.

Wherever he goes, destruction follows.

His friends cannot protect him from me. From himself.

Oh, how I adore the look on his face when I am set loose.

His pathetic struggles, his useless threats. He's so weak, it's embarrassing.

His family is no better. I mean, there's no point in trying to run from me, from death.

They'll all die, sooner or later.

I am Marik. Mad? Yeah, you could call me that.

Malik: I hate him.

Marik: What a coward he is.

Malik: I hate him so much.

Marik: Friends make him soft, weak, vulnerable.

Malik: He's like an unstoppable nightmare.

Marik: He won't ever be able to escape from my dream.

Malik: Standing next to him, there's no way I can be called a demon.

Marik: Everyone fears me.

Malik: I'm not at all like him.

Marik: He's terrified of me.

Malik: He's the half of me I loathe.

Marik: He's the half of me that's weak.

Malik: I've changed. I'm different.

Marik: I'll always be a part of him.

Malik: We're not the same.

Marik: Hate, and the desire to hurt, kill, will always linger in people's minds.

Malik: All he thinks about is

Marik: murder, bloodshed.

Malik: With that maniacal

Marik: grin on my face.

Malik: Disgusting. I detest him.

Marik: He tries to stop me. Heh. Does it work? How could it?

Malik and Marik: But I guess everything will ultimately end in death and destruction.