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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:30 pm
((Oh, holy crap, I forgot! D: I'm so sorry, I remember you telling me that but it completely slipped my mind! sweatdrop Sorry, I'll try to remember not to talk too much about the ending now...))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:51 pm
(It's okay. Don't worry, I'm just warning you that parts of this roleplay may become a little AU because of that. Malik wasn't involved too much in the end, so hopefully it won't come up that often.)
"Ah... Jounouchi-kun..." Malik smiled a small, honest smile. "Well, if your over it, I guess I should stop feeling guilty. I'll tell you the story then.... please don't fall asleep...
As you know, I moved back to Egypt with Isis and Rishid to begin a new life above ground. My spirit felt cleansed because the horrible grip my Yami had on my heart was gone. I was ready for change, and Isis was ready to accept that. I got to know her and Rishid better than I had in ages, and we bought a small house together above one of the market place stores. It was fun to explore the busy streets, and be in touch with my culture again, but at the same time I felt alienated from everybody else. I still dressed in my modern clothes, and people gave me strange looks on the streets. Everyday was the same thing, same hot days, same cold nights and I grew weary of them. Isis was worried because after all that time, I still hadn't met any friends. She decided it was time to go back to the tomb we once protected, as my final test. (She also wanted to gather the last of artifacts she needed for her museum). 'You are ready Malik, I know you have come a long way, and I think it's best to face the past so you can truly overcome it,' is what she said to me. I was apprehensive, but I complied. I trusted my older sister. Walking down the dark stairwell was painful... because it meant entering that world of darkness and bad memories once more.
Everything down there looked just how I remembered it. And that's when I realized, there were good memories down there as well as the bad ones. When I was a child, Rishid, Isis and I would play games, and tell stories of the outside world. We'd make music, draw and write childish messages in glyphs to one another.
I had overcome my past. Finally. I had broken free of it’s chains. I could now sore free like a phoenix... something I never would’ve dreamt possible. The markings that had once condemned me, but now, I was able to break it’s ties to my fate.
I told Isis that I wanted to wander around on my own, and at least find my old bed chamber to see if I had left anything behind. Isis nodded, and smiled proud of my obvious accomplishments.
I wandered down the south corridor for awhile. Then, I... I tripped on something and the candleholder I was using for light slipped from my hand and burnt out as it tumbled into one of the rooms. I'm deathly afraid of the dark, so I had prepared for this. I had a lighter in my pocket, and quickly took it out to search for the candle I had dropped. When I had found it and rekindled it, I was in the room where the tomb keeper's rite is performed...
The table from which I had received the rites and my hatred, stood glistening in blood stains before my eyes. Why had they not washed that off?! Blood stains covered the floor, the table... everywhere. Why?! Every single bad memory rushed back to my head. I saw it all. The day I received the markings, the day I saw Rishid suffering under my father's command, the day my father died by my hands. I gave a horrible shriek of pain, dropped to the floor withering in the pain, overcome with a sudden coldness. Isis and Rishid quickly came to my aid. We left the tomb immediately, and she locked its doors for the last time.
I was a wreck. It was that night when I started having horrible visions. They become unbearable, and I became sullen and moody once again. I couldn't sleep at night for fear of the reoccurring nightmares, and I stopped eating. Isis was horrified. She decided to send me away, to a place I could be happier. We ended up on deciding upon Domino, mostly because I can speak Japanese fluently, but also because I am familiar with the area. I moved into this apartment, and each day I was sent to a cognitive therapist to work out my behavioral issues. The therapy was all right as a temporary solution, but I still had the nightmares no matter how much I went to the therapist. I even started hearing voices again, and I decided that if I didn't do something they'd send me to a mental institute... So I just stopped going.
Now I'm here. I'm not sure what to do anymore. I just continue to live each day. I go to work during the weekdays and come home each night. I feel happy when the sun is out, and when I get the occasional phone call from Rishid or Isis. I live without the company of others, and enveloped with the fear of him returning. It isn't a very good life. But I have food, and shelter so I needn't complain too much. I don't have too many people I care for, but I don't have people I dislike either. I have a steady lifestyle. My whole life has been filled with pain, and it is all I could ever ask for." Malik gave a sad smile, looking up to Jou to see if he was still awake, "I’m finished..."
(o__O; Sorry that was really long!)
(Mmkay, I edited the tattoo parts...)
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 5:39 pm
((Hey, it's all good. XD;; Basically, all you need to know is that Malik, Isis, and Rishid were there when Atem returned to the afterlife. That was really the only involvement they had in the Egypt Arc, so Jounouchi won't be mentioning it anymore. Sorry again. XD;; Oh, and one thing... um, just in case you didn't know, the inscription on Malik's back isn't a tattoo, and neither is the one on Rishid's face... the dub called them tattoos, but they are really just scars from a hot knife carving into their flesh. No ink was used and neither were needles. Sorry if I'm sounding like a p***k, but that was always one of the things that bugged me about the dub the most... so yeah... XD;; ))
Jounouchi had been sitting there quietly the entire time that Malik told his story. Finally, when all of it was over, Jounouchi suddenly leaned over and embraced Malik tightly. He didn't even know himself why he had, but Jounouchi decided he didn't really care. Malik had gone through enough crap without Jounouchi having to worry about if he should hug the guy or not. He didn't say anything though, just instead continued to hug Malik, trying to let his action speak for itself. That was all he felt he should do at the moment, even if Malik ended up pushing him away the next moment, at least for this moment Jounouchi knew it was right. Heh. Was he going soft? Maybe. Or maybe he just had suddenly realized that Malik had been trhough as much, not more, crap in his life than Jounouchi had. And here Jounouchi had been being a jerk to him the whole time. So maybe it was guilt? Or pity? Or maybe both? But none of that mattered right now in Jounouchi's opinion... he was just going with what instinct told him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 5:48 pm
(I was wondering about that myself actually - b/c I read the manga, and there wasn't ink involved. But then again, the scars wouldn't be black.. they'd be pink.. and they look black so...
Hmm... well, the pain Malik felt from recieving the initiation stuck with him like ink for the rest of his life... so I suppose, spiritually they could be percieved as tattoos. ^^; But I don't want to bug you, so I will call them markings. 'Tis a comprimise, k? =D)
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:40 pm
Surprised by the touch, Malik let out a soft, "Oh!" The other's arms were warm, and protective, and Malik pulled himself deeper into the embrace. Utterly confused, but deeply moved.
But why? Why is he hugging me!?
Malik couldn't explain the feeling. He normally hated when other people tried to hug him. All his life, he had merely wanted someone to hug and kiss him goodnight. He had always wanted to hug his father, only to be rejected. He had no mother to hug and could only dream of her touch. And Isis had always thought she could become his compensation for a mother figure, much to Malik's persistent refusal. He would bitterly reject Isis' offers, and he became cold to the sheer idea of hugging.
The only one whom he would let touch him, was Rishid. He couldn't explain that one, but he supposed it was because he was the only one who supported him his whole life. Even when Malik bitched at Rishid, mistreated him, and tried his hardest to push Rishid away, he had always stayed right by his side. Which just made Malik love him more.
Now, it was the same thing. He wanted to push Jou away. He wanted to reject his embrace, to push the guilt that came with Jou's existence away forever. But all day, while they had bickered at one another, Jou still hadn't left. No. Even when Malik yelled at him, and was so cruel to him, he didn't leave. Even though their past together was one of anger and vengence, he was here sitting on his living room couch. Even though Malik had lied to him, tricked him, took advantage of his generousity, and then pretended to be his friend in order to use him for his own cruel puppet show... even though he had put Jou's life on the line for his own sadistic revenge, took away his free will, and forced him into a match of death against his best friend he didn't budge. And even more.. he had forgiven him.
Why doesn't he let go?! Malik thought in astonishment, as he hugged Jou tighter, burying his face in the other's shoulders. Why does he forgive a heartless jerk like me!
"I don't deserve your pity..." Malik gave a muffled mutter, through Jou's shirt. He had mistreated Jounouchi to such a horrible extent! Even if it was the past... how could Jou be so forgiving?! The whole ordeal was too confusing, and he just... started to cry.
The tears rolled down his cheeks, thick and warm, soaking into the other's shirt as he refused to let go of the embrace. Why do you have to pretend you care...?
Nobody ever cared about me, and I've been fine. I'll be fine. So why bother trying... Oh Jounouchi-kun. You are such a foolish boy.
The only people who ever cared for me, were burdened by my existence.
My mother died as soon as I came into this cruel world. My father died because of my anger and rebellion. Rishid spent his whole life walking in my shadow, my taunts and my cruelty. And Isis, oh Isis. She thought not one ill word of me, while I cursed her beneath my breath, and wished suffering upon her.
So, why bother...? Why the hell do you bother?! If you bother to care for me, you will only suffer.
So let go of me Jou-kun... I don't need your pity.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:37 pm
((Yes ma'am! ^^ And I know, the greenish-blackish color never made much sense to me... maybe later Malik had a tattoo put over the scars to make it less creepy, but I am like *so* certain that there was no ink involved in the initial ceremony! XD;; So yeah, markings works for me. 3nodding ))
Only slightly surprised that Malik hadn't pushed him away yet, Jounouchi was more surprised by the fact that the other had suddenly began crying. Had it really been that painful? Had Malik really needed someone's shoulder to cry on that much? But what about Isis? What about Rishid? Isn't that what they were for? So why did Jounouchi feel like he suddenly needed to be there for that same purpose as well? It wasn't even because Isis and Rishid weren't in the country, but because he just felt it was his duty to be there for Malik, whether the other two were there or not. So Jounouchi continued to sit there, letting Malik embrace him, letting his wet shirt absorb the physical rendering of Malik's pain. Jounouchi couldn't understand why, but he wanted to absorb Malik's pain for him... like his shirt was absorbing the tears. Why something so selfless? Why would Jounouchi have any desire whatsoever to do that for Malik? It just didn't make sense... But then Jounouchi finally answere Malik's comment, "Call if pity if you want..." he whispered quietly, "But I don't know if that's what it is... can't I just hug you because I feel like it? Is that so weird? Is that so wrong? No one likes pity, but everyone likes a hug now and then, right...?"
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:52 pm
(Gah, I wish we could ask Takashi-sensai!! I don't mind him being covered in scars, b/c that is just as angsty as the tattoo theory would be... but then again, the tattoo idea is much more classy. )
Your hugging me... just to hug me?
That doesn't make any sense? Is that another part of your world I fail to comprehend? No. Everything happens for a reason... everybody has selfish motives behind each of their actions. That is just how the world works. Then he has to go, and throw me off like this. Claiming that he 'just feels like it'.
" Some people don't have such luxuries.... " Malik muttered, still clinging onto Jou's shirt tightly, his fingers dug into the other's back, as he let out a sniffle. He decided he wouldn't let go until he stopped crying. That way, Jou wouldn't see him wearing this pathetic and withered face, the whites of his eyes stained red spilling salty tears.
"Hugs don't grow on trees you know." Malik added an immature muffle. "They just don't get passed around, like this..." He sniffled, "At least not to me. People just don't go around hugging me... they probably are scared or something.... they always walk the other way."
Saying this only made the tears fall out more and more. He was still confused by Jou's action and now he could hardly remember why he was crying in the first place... and he hadn't cried like this is seemingly forever. He could feel the tears pouring from the very depths of his wilted heart, and so this long needed release spilled from the core of his soul and into Jou's dampened tee.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:22 pm
((I know, I feel the same way! XD;; Angst VS class... dang you Takahashi Sensei! gonk Maybe he just originally drew the scars black so they show up well in the manga, then the anime ended up coloring them like that too, thinking they were tattoos or something... I really should stop theorizing now... please slap me...))
"Well..." Jounouchi gave a slight laugh, "I'm not a tree. So it's okay for hugs to come from me, right? I never really thought much about it... but I guess I am kind of a huggy guy... so you really should get used to "that luxury."" he finished with a reassured nod.
Okay, so he left out the part about only being a "huggy guy" to his beloved friends and his little sister. He would never hug someone like Malik like this if well... his instincts hadn't been telling him to do so... Damn instincts... no, wait. Jounouchi had decided that he would just go with this. Wouldn't regret hugging a guy who used to be his enemy. Yuugi and Anzu had taught him how bad revenge could be, so why not hug your enemies?
With this thought giving himself another push of confidence, Jounouchi continued, "But I guess if you're not a "huggy guy" like me I can let go. Just say if you want me to pull away." he said with a nod.
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:45 pm
(Naw, I'm not a 'slappy' kind a girl. X3 But I just love Jou's unique vocabulary.
Oh and one more thing... do you know what the marks on Malik's eyes are? I figure that it's eyeliner.. but then - why would he wear eyeliner as a child? *is so confused*)
"I’m not generally a 'huggy guy' as you seem to call it... " Malik finally said with a soft mumble, the translucent tears slowed their trickle down his golden cheeks. He turned his head to the side, resting it on Jou's shoulder, initially exposing more of his weakened face... the confident mask now completley torn away. Behind the charismatic mask were the remnants of a handsome youth, skewered and warped by his horrible extent of his fate. Clumps of creamy blond bangs fell in a mess over his teary lavender eyes, and his dark face had become tinged with the glistening stains of salty tears. At least for this moment, Malik Ishtar was no longer the handsome, self-assured person he had made it his life long goal to be and in his weakened state, he quietly admitted, "But I like holding you like this... I feel safe..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:27 pm
((XD;; Glad you like it.
And I always assumed it was a type of make-up, probably involving some Egyption tradition or maybe even a stereotype. I mean, look at Shaadi; he looks like he's wearing mascare. But who knows...))
"Well then no point in me pulling away." Jounouchi said with another nod, "As long as you're feeling safe and I'm not feeling awkward, might as well stay like this for a while longer."
He really did have no problem with just sitting here hugging Malik, surprisingly enough, even to Jounouchi himself. Actually, this was quite comfortable... Jounouchi had always imagined that people like Malik would be cold to the touch, and have hardened skin. He didn't know why he imagined that, but he always had for people he thought were jerks. But Malik felt warm and comforting, not in the sense that he was protecting Jounouchi, but in the sense that he needed Jounouchi to protect him. Jounouchi wasn't the type who wanted to be save; he was the type that lived to save others. This was comfortable, this was right to him. Sometimes he had quiely wished to himself that Yuugi would be more open to him like this about his hardships. Yuugi had gone through so much, but he had always attempted to be brave and get over everything, even when things seemed really bad. Sometimes it just didn't feel right that he never went to Jounouchi for comfort and reassurence, a least not in the hugging way that Malik had. So this really was nice...
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:13 pm
(Post number 100~! I'll shut up now.)
Malik nodded, closing his eyes as he snuggled into the other's warm shoulders. Of course he liked this feeling of warmth and protection. But, he still didn't understand why Jounouchi was so welcoming to him. Maybe that was something he'd be able to figure out in due time. He sure hoped so, now even more than ever he wanted to get to know the other blond. Malik knew, even from Battle City that Jou-kun was different then his other friends.. something set them apart. Though he never had been able to figure out quite what it was...
"Okay. But only for another minute or two... I don't want your tea getting cold. And I do feel a bit better..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 10:22 pm
Jounouchi laughed in response, "Okay then. Cold tea is gross anyway." he said with a nod. "Glad you're feeling better though."
Jounouchi kept wondering different things in his head, questioning his actions and how he was reacting to things today. All of it was so complicated, and just didn't work well with Jounouchi's mental copacity. Only succeeding in annoying and confusing himself in the end, Jounouchi finally just dropped all his questions and dwelvings and instead enjoyed the rest of the time that he as hugging Malik.
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 9:45 pm
Malik lifted his head from Jou's shoulder, unwrapping his arms from the other's back, breaking the chain of the embrace. His handsome face was still slightly dampened from the tears, the transparent remnants causing his golden cheeks to glisten, enhanced by the rays of sunlight that seeped from the apartment's glass windows.
Malik nodded, " And I wouldn't want you going and telling everybody that Malik Ishtar serves the worse tea in all of Japan. Nobody would want to come visit me again." He said with a weak but sincere smile, wiping an excess tear from one of cheeks with a tan finger as he picked up his own tea cup.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:51 pm
Jounouchi laughed, "Just because the tea gets cold doesn't mean it tastes bad." he said with a nod, picking up his cup again. Strange... after such a scene, Jounouchi should be feeling now awkward at the least... but he was feeling completely content. The tea was still warm, the sofa was comfortable, and they were cracking jokes. Okay, well, something like jokes at least...
Jounouchi looked down at his reflection in the cup of tea, surprised to see that he had a slight tear forming in his left eye. He quickly wiped it away, wondering where that had come from.
He then looked back up at Malik, "So..." he said with a smile, trying to think of something to start another conversation, "The tea is still good..." he commented lamely.
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Kitsune Ketz Kwineight Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 11:14 pm
"Well, that is very good Jounouchi. Perhaps you'll consider visiting me again then. And you can spread the word that I make the most brilliant green tea. Don't forget to tell your friends that I serve it at the perfect temperature. You can't find tea quite this good anywhere else." Malik smiled, chuckling slighty and taking a sip of the warm liquid. He felt very refreshed after the cry, and was quite glad to be sitting here with Jounouchi. In fact, oddly enough he felt more content then he had felt in a long time. Despite all that had happened between them... that one hug seemed to diminish all hard feelings. Well, at least for to the moment. Malik hoped it could last a little while longer... it might be nice to actually make a friend while he was here. The idea seemed unfathomable when he had first arrived here, but now the future seemed to look a tiny bit brighter...
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