Dragons and a Rose w/ Thorns

I miss Him Too

Author's note:
    ×Anyway, as ya could have already tell, that the picture up there is Yami Marik, aka, Malik.

     ×In this story, Malik has a different background, not being created from Marik's darkness but instead, he lived in Ancient Egypt with Bakura and Atem. He was a killer/Psychopath/Criminal. He was close to Bakura because of their equal hatred for Atem in the past.

     ×Malik still has the Yami Marik look but he now has the scars from back when he was in Ancient Egypt.
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Y/N's POV:

     Throughout the party, I felt a little uncomfortable to be back in Domino City, maybe I wasn't ready to be back yet... I had excused myself from talking to my Aunt Téa and said I was gonna go to the bathroom which was a lie. I just wanted to be alone for a little bit to see if I could find my footing because if I didn't, I might end up slipping and snapping.

     I wandered the halls of my Uncle Seto's manor until I got to an empty room, looking around before slipping into the room and began looking around, seeing that it really was empty. Sighing, I walked over to the balcony doors and opened them, stepping out into the cold night, feeling the cold air nip at my warm face. I walked over to the railing and leaned against it, staring up to the star covered sky, feeling calm and relaxed at how silent it was outside. The scene helped calm my nerves which was great because I felt like if I didn't calm down anytime soon, I was gonna flip out.

     Releasing another deep sigh, I stood up straight and popped my back, debating if I should go back to the party right now but realizing that if my dads, Jaden, or Akiza realize I've been gone for too long, they might look around the whole manor for me and get lost in the process. Well, Akiza would.

     Shaking away the thought, I looked back at the sky, staring at the moon and smiled. Maybe I could stay out here for a bit longer- "Hey Little Pharaoh." Jumping and turning around, I saw my Uncle Malik standing there. He was leaning against the balcony doors with his arms crossed over his chest while he had an eyebrow raised and a small smile. "For Ra shakes, Uncle Mal, you almost gave me a heart attack!" I wheezed out as I tried to calm down my raging heartbeat while he chuckled slightly and walked over to me, leaning his back against the railing so that he could face me. "What's wrong?" He asked as I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about which made him cross his arms over his chest and send me a, 'Don't you damn lie to me.' Look which made a sigh fall from my lips.

     "Uncle, how were you after the whole Battle City fiasco? Like, even when everyone forgave you, how long did the guilt eat at you?" I asked, seeing surprise cross his tanned face but it was quickly replaced with his thinking face, thinking back to the last truly evil thing he's ever done. "I won't lie, Little Pharaoh, it took a long time. Sometimes every now and then, the guilt will come back when I'm with Marik. When I think back to how much of a crazy person I was when I was released into his body, I feel disgusted with how I was. I almost destroyed the love of my life just because of some selfish thing I had for your father. Rage was what fueled me even if I didn't have all of my memories, seeing your fathers always brought rage to me for a reason I couldn't remember." He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair while I waited for him to continue on with his story.

     "Then, the Ceremonial Duel between your fathers happened. After Bakura's Millennium Game, I remembered everything and that the Shadows only made me remember the memories that angered me just so I could hurt your dads and do their bidding but because of the game, us Yami's were able to remember who we truly were. So once the Ceremonial Duel started and us Yami's got our own bodies, the first thing I did was collapse in front of Marik and beg for his forgiveness." He sighed and once again, ran a hand through his hair, a habit that showed that he was focused or stressed.