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 . . .

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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 healed now.

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 for yet.

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.

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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?