Konnichi wa, minna-san! Another fic, but it's really short. I decided to
put it up anyway, and I'll add to it when I get new ideas. So enjoy it in
its entire briefness for now, okay?
Yami Malik puzzles me, the lack of depth in his character. I see him
portrayed as evil, insane, and sadistic, or a witless insane sexually
orientated idiot (sorry to anyone who is offended by this or has written
him differently, because there are exceptions and I haven't read every fic
yet!). I mean, everyone has a soul, however deeply lost it is. Every insane
person somewhere has calm and lucid thoughts that justify them. So I set
out, putting myself in his view using my limited knowledge of him. And this
is what popped out . . .
Disclaimer: If I owned YuGiOh, would I have to be making up a character for
Yami Malik? Let's just ponder this in deep medative thought for a minute .
Born of Pain
Yami Malik, eh? That strange, evil, insane guy. Wants to take over the
world and plunge it into darkness. Yeah, that's me, typical story evil
villain antagonist. That is, to your typical idiot observer. Because if
that's all you see, you've obviously got a screwy method of judgment.
Yeah, I know my actions don't really disprove that theory. But still,
that's not how all of my actions work. And let's not forget motives. I
swear, humans are selectively blind or something.
I was born of pain. My soul was forged in hate, bathed by a loss of
innocents. You'd be considered insane too if you'd gone through that.
Darkness, they call me. Fitting, because I am my master's darkness. Amazing
how I can appreciate this title, appreciate being called evil. Either I am
truly wise or deeply insane. Not that there's much difference.
It seems that people are either waiting around for someone to right the
wrongs of the world, or zealously and pathetically fighting for "good."
Well, I'm making my own way. Sweet vengeance will repay all wrongs, though
it will never heal the hurt. As if I could live with myself if I were
I have a little master who has borne a lot of trauma. I have no real soul
to live for because that would only make me hurt from my pain, instead of
getting a sadistic fuel from it. So with this, I promise my little master
that I'll avenge him, for he still has a soul and maybe even a life to live
I'll enjoy every little bit of torment I'll cause them. Because everything
they do that hurts him, hurts me. But for right now, I'll let it fuel my
sadistic rage. Come on, fools, I dare you to feed the flames that will take
your life. You already have.
Have you ever heard the saying, "evil doesn't pay"? How true. I will not
pay for the vengeance I will wreak.
I was born of pain. Hell, my master needed _somebody_. Too bad I had to
push him to the brink of my insanity to do it. Though I think because he
understands he doesn't feel that I have scarred him, though sometimes he
may blame me.
But one day, I shall have repaid you in the only way I can. How sweetly I
shall enjoy revenge for the near loss of your soul.
No flames, onegai! As I'm not currently in the mood to burn anything (how
strange, huh?) send me in email or link a description of an original
character or muse of yours, or art. Or both! ^^ Maybe in a later fic you
can send me fire, okay?