Insecurity

Insecurity

Rated: M

Summary: Malik is constantly abused by his brother, Marik, and has given up all hope of ever being loved by anyone, including his secret love, Bakura.

Warnings: Yaoi, lime scene (possibly lemon, not sure yet), violence, OOC, swearing, and dark humor.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. But I own this idea!

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It was one of those dreary days, where the rain came down in short, torturous bursts, and the very clouds seemed to depress and exhaust the soul. Even though there was a chance of rain, of soaked sandwiches and mushed cookies, some of the students at Domino High School still ate outside during lunch.

Malik was one of those students sitting outside, though apart from a large group, he was still somehow connected. He ate his food without really tasting it, seeming to be lost in thought. Every so often his eyes would flick over to the group, though, and a brief flash of agony and black hatred would wash over his face.

A book slamming down on the table startled him out of his brooding, and he turned to swear at whoever it was, but then stopped when he realized it was Bakura.

"Jesus, Bakura..." Malik muttered, his frayed nerves starting to settle.

Bakura smirked, "You looked like you were thinking too hard. Thinking is bad for you, didn't you know?" He slid onto the bench across from Malik, and nudged the book towards Malik.

Malik pulled the book towards him and grimaced at the subject, "Geometry? Do you need help again?"

Bakura's smirk faded into a frown, "Yeah."

With a sigh Malik flipped the book open to the appropriate page and gave the problems a quick look. He then glanced up at Bakura with an impatient glance, "Well, get over on this side. I'm not doing it for you."

Once Bakura was next to him Malik started to show him how to do the problem, until he was doing the rest of his homework on his own. That left Malik staring over at the group, a dark look stamped on his face.

Bakura glanced up and noticing Malik's expression, looked in the same direction.

"Ah." Bakura gaze drew back to Malik, "Yeah, it sickens me too. I can't believe she's falling for his shit."

Malik ignored the statement and continued to stare at his brother, Marik. How Mazaki Anzu could be so stupid was sometimes beyond him.

Bakura continued, "Honestly, she has the intelligence of a rabid grape."

Blinking, Malik glanced at Bakura and asked, "Where the hell did you get that from?"

Bakura shrugged, "I don't know, just thought of it one day."

With a sour expression Malik responded, "Unfortunately, it's an apt description."

The bell called the end to their freedom, and everyone started to pack up and head back inside. Malik tried to get in last, but because of two stupid freshman he was stuck right behind his brother and Mazaki, who were in the middle of flirting shamelessly.

"So are you going to New Orleans?" Marik asked with a knowing smile.

"Maybe," Anzu replied with a smirk, "are you going too?"

Marik gave her a smirk of his own and replied, "Of course. We should hook up, I can be very fun." He then leaned in and barely whispered, "And I can be very bad."

"Yeah, in bed." Malik muttered, suddenly cringing as Marik glared at him. He thought he'd said it quiet enough so only he could hear it, but apparently that wasn't the case.

"Shut up, bitch." Marik growled.

Before Malik could stop his mouth he retorted, "Huh, I thought you were the bitch in this relationship."

The people that heard howled with laughter, and a few calls of 'burn' echoed through the hallway. Marik ground his teeth together, and Malik felt a cold stone of fear form in his stomach. He knew that right now Marik couldn't do anything, but when they got home, the horrible possibilities were endless.

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"Call me a bitch?! I'll show you who the bitch is!" Malik was beaten into the floor again, his eyes flat and gazing somewhere far off. Marik was beating him with a two-by-four, but Malik really couldn't feel it anymore. Throwing the board aside Marik picked Malik up by his shirt, dragged him over to the door leading into the basement and threw him into it. In a rag-doll tumble Malik fell down the stairs and slammed into the wall where he laid in a crumpled heap. He attempted to get up as Marik stomped down the stairs, only to be flattened to the floor again by Marik's boot in his back.

He heard the jangling of Marik loosening his belt, and expected any second to feel the buckle biting into his back, but instead heard the zipper being pulled down. Malik cringed and tried to brace himself, but he still shuddered when he felt the warm wetness flooding down his neck and face.

"Fuck with me again, little bitch, and I'll kill you." Malik heard Marik tramp up the stairs and slam the door. The loud click of the lock engaging echoed throughout the basement, and Malik pushed himself up into a sitting position. Tears were pouring down his face, mixing with the already drying urine, but he didn't dare sob. With a grunt of pain he pulled himself up and using the wall as a support he hobbled over to the cot that served as his bed. Hidden in the lumpy stained mattress was a bottle of water and some food that Malik had stolen from the school. He pulled out the bottle of water and wetting the corner of the thin piece of cloth that he laughingly called a blanket, he started to clean off his face.

Why me? Why is it always me? Why can't it be that fucking brat three doors down? Or that stupid bitch across the street that's always looking for a boyfriend? Malik put the blanket down and hid the water bottle again. Lying back on his cot he started to brood.

It didn't used to be like this, did it? We used to fight, sometimes he'd pick on me, but we still got along. Malik turned over onto his side, grinding his teeth and glaring at the wall. It's all because you died Isis. Why did you leave me with him? I hate you... But he felt a pang of sorrow as he thought this, and quickly he thought, I'm sorry, Isis. I don't hate you...I just...I hate him. I hate everyone. I wish I could've died with you so I wouldn't have to go through this shit.

He probably had homework to do, but the locked door indicated that he would be forced to do it last minute tomorrow morning. So Malik pulled the 'blanket' over himself and clamping his hands into his armpits he daydreamed that Bakura was in the bed with him, his arms surrounding him, making him feel safe.

"You are something I can never have, but I can dream." Malik whispered quietly, letting his eyes close, pretending he could feel the slow, hot breath of Bakura on his ear. Slowly he let himself drift, so that what he felt solidified and felt real, even if they were only a dream.

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Erika: So, I finally decided to go through this and revise it because it sucked. Great idea, but really rough. So hopefully this version will read better. :