[fic] Completely Incomplete
※ Sequel to 'Totally Opposite'. Malik's turn to muse about his yami.
※ Pairing - none really
※ Warnings - none.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
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My name supposedly means ‘king’ and ‘master’ and I find myself wondering sometimes, why I was named as such. I am anything but a monarch who leads his own country because I am a slave to my own master and can’t even lead my own life. I suppose I always have been.
Apparently I am one of the few people, one of three to be exact, to be completely incomplete though I am more so incomplete than the other two. Perhaps I should explain. There are three of us who are of the lightest of elements, unlike other people who are a combination of light and dark that balance them. Alone we are just light without darkness, incomplete souls wandering the world. We have others though, the ones that complete us in the way only they can, by balancing their darkness with our light.
I, however, am different. Out of the three, my darkness is of the true element and an actual part of my soul that was ripped from me when He emerged from that blasted golden idol. He is the purest of evils and I am afraid. There is no good within Him, and all that He desires is death and destruction. He wishes to build His own world, one that He will create and rule the way He wishes too.
For a reason I can’t fathom, He wants me alive.
And that thought scares me the most.
He finds pleasure in pain and suffering and seems to draw His strength from my sorrow. He lusts for my fear and seems to have an obsession with my blood. I hate the pain He causes me and it seems I lose more of myself every day that passes while I’m at His mercy. How ironic though, since He has no mercy.
We’re totally opposite - He says. This is the answer to most of my questions on why I’m still alive, why He wants me alive and why He doesn’t just kill me. It would be easy to dispose of me, though at one time that I can barely recall; I would have fought back. He has easily bent my will to Him and knows that He has complete control over me.
Even if I wanted to fight now, it would be pointless at this time.
So I will let Him have His way. I will stand aside and let Him control me, manipulate me into doing what He wants and I will not complain. I will watch silently as He harms and later destroys the only people that meant something to me all for the sake of being with Him.
Because no matter what He does, He will always be my darkness and no matter how opposite He seems to think we are, I will always want him near.
He is the nightmare to my dream, the war to my peace, the night to my day, the death to my life, the darkness to my light. He completes me, and as long as I can stay with Him, I will follow Him.
That way I will never be completely incomplete.
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※ Pairing - none really
※ Warnings - none.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
ღ - ღ - ღ
My name supposedly means ‘king’ and ‘master’ and I find myself wondering sometimes, why I was named as such. I am anything but a monarch who leads his own country because I am a slave to my own master and can’t even lead my own life. I suppose I always have been.
Apparently I am one of the few people, one of three to be exact, to be completely incomplete though I am more so incomplete than the other two. Perhaps I should explain. There are three of us who are of the lightest of elements, unlike other people who are a combination of light and dark that balance them. Alone we are just light without darkness, incomplete souls wandering the world. We have others though, the ones that complete us in the way only they can, by balancing their darkness with our light.
I, however, am different. Out of the three, my darkness is of the true element and an actual part of my soul that was ripped from me when He emerged from that blasted golden idol. He is the purest of evils and I am afraid. There is no good within Him, and all that He desires is death and destruction. He wishes to build His own world, one that He will create and rule the way He wishes too.
For a reason I can’t fathom, He wants me alive.
And that thought scares me the most.
He finds pleasure in pain and suffering and seems to draw His strength from my sorrow. He lusts for my fear and seems to have an obsession with my blood. I hate the pain He causes me and it seems I lose more of myself every day that passes while I’m at His mercy. How ironic though, since He has no mercy.
We’re totally opposite - He says. This is the answer to most of my questions on why I’m still alive, why He wants me alive and why He doesn’t just kill me. It would be easy to dispose of me, though at one time that I can barely recall; I would have fought back. He has easily bent my will to Him and knows that He has complete control over me.
Even if I wanted to fight now, it would be pointless at this time.
So I will let Him have His way. I will stand aside and let Him control me, manipulate me into doing what He wants and I will not complain. I will watch silently as He harms and later destroys the only people that meant something to me all for the sake of being with Him.
Because no matter what He does, He will always be my darkness and no matter how opposite He seems to think we are, I will always want him near.
He is the nightmare to my dream, the war to my peace, the night to my day, the death to my life, the darkness to my light. He completes me, and as long as I can stay with Him, I will follow Him.
That way I will never be completely incomplete.
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