Marik POV (Hikari)
I watched my yami, curled up on the couch with light from the TV flashing on his body. He wasn't watching it at all, but listening to music. Obviously completely unaware of the world around him, secure in his own little place, hidden away. He gets like this a lot, just closes himself away, in his safe little haven.
He had been like this ever since we had gotten him back from the Shadow Realm, but we only brought him back on Shadi's insistence, only kept him on Shadi's insistence and out of morals. We had simply guessed that the Shadow Realm damaged him mentally, probably permanently. He never spoke to anyone, not even through our mind link, never wrote anything, only showed emotions through his drawing and art. It had taken a while to get used to, taking care of him and seeing him sitting around, completely silent.
I went over to the couch and sat down next to Mariku. I saw him curl up more, and scoot away slowly. As always, moving away from me. I couldn't tell if he was afraid, angry, or anything. I attempted to ignore him as I turned to the TV, flipping through channels, though constantly feeling the need to throw my yami glances. He just ignored me, looking at his iPod.
I had to wonder when he would be responsive, able to share himself and his thoughts, emotions, with anyone else. If even just one person, who would never tell.
I just want him to talk, just show emotion once, and if that happened I wouldn't care what the reason was.