This is another Bronzeshipping (Malik x Yami Malik) story. Malik = I and Yami Malik = you. It is set in the present and just ... Read, Review, and Enjoy (RRE)!

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Please, hear my cry ...

You grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the ground. I shouted and fought. All for nothing. You tore off my clothes and ripped into my soul. Your body thrust into my as you took your pleasure from me. I scream in pain and try to push you away, but I am strangely weak. You smile cruelly as you see the horror in my eyes. I look into yours, which glint with your wild flames. Your tongue finds its way down my body. You lick my bare abdomen and proceed onto my chest. You find the scar marked over my heart. The scar I had made. I recoiled as your hand slaps my face. It was not my body to scar. It was yours. You owned me. My panting breathed hot on your skin as you kiss up and down my neck. You grab my face and kiss me. Your tongue snaked around in my mouth. It was all so bitter. I bit down on my own lip and taste coppery blood. It trickled from my mouth and onto my scar. You heard my pleading cries and kinkily bite my ear. My body was reaped with pain. You began violently fucking me. I cannot move; I cannot breathe ...

I sit up in my bed gasping for air. Everything was so dark. It was night and I sat alone in my room. Everything hurt. I could not concentrate. A quick trip to the bathroom and a splash of cold water would make me feel better. I walked down my hall past your room. You stirred, "Up this late, aibo?"

"Yeah, I had a nightmare," I answer.

"Really?" you smirked in the dim light. You sat on the edge of your bed. Your eyes watched me intensely. I murmured goodnight and continued onto the bathroom. A splash of cold water did not soothe my mind. 'Was that real, I had dreamed it?' I thought. No, you were my yami and I loved you. And you loved me.

I'm so numb ...

At breakfast, you grab me away from my cereal and kiss me quickly. "Hey, that spoon is getting more action than me," you joke. I laugh. Your hand tugs at my pajamas. I slip from you and into the table's seat. As I finish my food, you grab several bagels and shove them into your cargo pockets. They bulged with unknown contents. You try to close them without success. I chuckled to myself, but who am I to talk. The black tank tops and deep green cargo pants you wore went perfectly with your tanned skin. All I had on now was an oversized T-shirt and a pair of baggy PJ bottoms. You turn to leave and lightly wave goodbye. I continue to munch on my breakfast while trying to read the newspaper. Work started at 7 am for me, however, I had no idea where you were going.

It was sad that I had to work at a bookstore. Minimum wage and annoying people were not the only reason it was bad, it was also that I am not able to get a job anywhere else. I had decided to wear a white shirt and black creased pants. The dress for my job was supposed to be formal. But, no one had to know about the puppy shirt I secretly wore that you had bought me. I walked in and my boss pointed me over to a pile of books. They ranged in size from small novels to 1000-paged tomes. Time to organize. I picked up my little step stool and a couple of books. For the next several hours, I had to put every single one in the right place.

I finished putting back one of the 30-pounders when I turned around. You stood there with your head cocked to one side. One of your eyebrows was raised in an annoyed way. "Hello, chrysanthemum head," I said.

"Meh. Are you done yet? This looks boring; let's go see a movie."

"Um, Yami. I have to work now." I resumed putting the book back. "I need to work to get money. I have to idea where you get your cash ... but, I need to earn mine." You stayed put. I became very frustrated. "Leave, Yami!"

This made you mad. You glared at me and swiftly turned to leave. I sighed and regretted. "Wait ..." But, the door closed shut and you were gone.

Help me ...

I did feel a little bad about you leaving. You were not home when I tried to call. I felt like I would cry. Although, you found me first. My lunch hour my over and walked back from the restaurant I ate at. I made it to the bookstore again and you peeked out from an alley. "Ta da," you announced weakly. You presented me with a license. "It's for a motorcycle. Thought you'd like it." I grinned.

"Thanks. Where's it from?"

"Well, you know. I borrowed it from someone else's bike."

"Did you steal it?!"

"Maybe," you replied smugly. I groaned and dropped the present into the nearby trashcan. Beginning to walk away, you grasped my arm. "I got you something, now return the favor." You pulled me into your mouth. I tried to push away, but you forced. I gave in. You held me in with your hand on my shoulder and I put my hand in the small of your back. We kissed long in the middle of the sidewalk while people walked by. Neither of us cared. You let go and licked your upper lip. I just grinned and walked back into the bookstore. You shrugged and walked away.

You were wild and did not care about anything, except me. I craved for your presence. You were always around. I loved you.

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Angst coming up. You'll understand the little italicized parts soon. Mmmm, drama! Arigato!