A/n: yes I new story for the one and only meeeee yeiii

Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh or any of their charactersthe only thing I own is this plot.

Warning: It will have yaoi not a lot but it will have it so if you don't like it doesn't read pleas? RxB MxM YxY

-Malik view-

I want to go back, back to the days when I was a simple lad and did not know the difference between good and evil.

Even if I did had abusive father things where easier back them I didn't know the why and because of life making loads les heavy for me to carry helping me breath.

Even if as a child it was my anger that woke up the monster, I supposed I just wanted to feel protected, protection that came from no where not from my mother that just cry her pitiful self until her grave not from my sister that just endure the same pain I went, I just wanted to be protected like any regular lad.

Back in does time I was an innocent and naïve, something that was lost the moment I knew the difference between good and evil, when I knew I need it to pick where I wanted to be not just stand in the middle.

I remember the first time I saw Ryou I was jealous of him, yes I am way better looking then him and tan skin is superior then his pale one, and he is so pathetic.

Still I was envious of him because he was innocent but when I say innocent I do not mean the one of a lad .Ryou knows as well as me what is the difference between good and evil but still he was innocent and it kill me that he had a yami almost like mines and he still could maintain the innocent that surrounded him.

But that jealousy soon just became a blur after I heard my yami and his talking, in that talk I discover that even if Ryou was innocent he was scar and damage.

No I am not saying I am not scar and damage but is way more scar and damage then me and that you abolishes the fact that he is still has the air of innocence around him .I believe that some people are supposed to be broken and have a fuck top life because of what ever there past life did in other worlds. Ryou is screw for life and when ryou dies the next recantation will still be screw all thanks for his yami!

BUT that's not my point and I am going way off track.

My point is that I want to forget the whys and because of life and will never want to know the reason of living because it will brake me and destroy the little of sanity that I graving on to.

When I was a lad I was not shatter, angry? Yes ok I admitted I was a little shatter but I still had that innocence and still didn't know what was right or wrong. So I didn't realize I was shatter until I stop having the innocence of a lad.

"Malik pretty look!" my yami said in his childish voice.

I hated it how he could still do that even if he was insane or how he like to say 'ignoring things that where unworthy of his time' so I think everything was unworthy of his time.

I look up at him, seeing a red liquate on his clothes, Blood of course and it was just dripping down fresh.

"what now marik?" I ask him my voice bored.

Hey don't look at me like that! When you have a psychopath yami living with you blood all over his clothes becomes something daily and one of your least problems and you will not bother with it.

"I got you a present!" the other me said his voice cheerful

I arc my eyebrow and look down at a black bag that my yami had right next to him, and my yami being the lovely person …Thing? t

hat he was , was more then happy to open the bag and kick it a few time making a body of a guy roll down the carpet. MY sister's carpet! She was going to kill me if any of the blood the guy was coughing dirties it….wait? Coughing the guy was alive!

"Marik! The carpet! Get him out of here now!" I scream at my other ignoring the cries of help the guy well what was left of the guy said.

Then marik gave me one of does looks, you know the puppy eyes look that goes horribly wrong and you thing the person….Thing was having a seizure in other words the thing that happens when yamis try to give you puppy eyes.

"I did it for you pretty one!" marik told me giving up on the look because new it was not working at all.

Arcing my eyebrow and moving my dirty blond hair back I look at the guy, it was not that I didn't look at him when he rolled down the carpet but the fact that the carpet was getting stain just erased his image.

When I had a good look at just stop cold, my eyes widen and my jaw just hang open, almost like a fish a dead fish. Not breathing not moving just dead.

Why you ask?

The guy that lay on the carpet the one slowly dying was the same guy that slaped my ass and got away with it. The one I told marik about, the guy marik swear he will find and torture even if I didn't want to tell him how he look like.

"how?.." I couldn't even talk I was shuck no..not because my yami was going to kill some one it was because he found him.

"how did I knew it was him? O malik pretty your so stupid, stupid pretty malik .your memories ! What you know I know! Well it was hard waiting for you to go to sleep like that I could look with that nasty little wall of yours down." He said looking at me with a little smirk how much I wanted to wipe out that smirk of him.

Then he was laughing hysterically when he start kicking the guy in the gut several times a headache soon forming in my temple I decided to walk away but before I even took a step I look into the man eyes.

And for some reason I just felt angry closing my eyes and feeling a pain in my stomach I heard my yami pounce on the guy while the guy just beg for help.

"Just send him to the shadow realm!" I scream and some how tears escape from my eyes.

"I was just trying to help you malik pretty!" he yelled at me but still listen to me, because the man was slowly eating by the darkness.

I could help it when more hot tears started dripping down my cheek.

"did I made pretty one cry?" marik ask getting closer and putting his arm around me while I just cry , I try to stop but couldn't is like I just burst.

The blood of his hands stain my blonde hair, his bloody clothes just dirty me. I wanted to say something about how I need it to throw these clothes out that it will take forever for me to clean my hair but couldn't just couldn't the sobs didn't let me so I just cry some more in his shoulders.

"Why does malik cries?" marik ask his voice the softest it could get he haven't seen me like that for a while.

"Malik just hurts" I manage to get out of my mouth my throat all dry from all the crying.

The reason I cry was not because marik kill or almost kill some one, I cry because I couldn't protect my self he did it he defended me and I didn't do anything about it.

Things haven't change I still needed protecting I was still the weak little boy that couldn't defend himself, that even if I still needed protection I had the knowledge and that kill me.

That night the wind was cold and we both laid there in the carpet, he was holding me waiting for me to stop crying protecting me from the cold from anything. Laying there slowly going to sleep I remember the first words my yami told me when I saw him for the first time.

I will always be there even if you can not see me pretty one.

When I was a lad that made me happy proving that I didn't know right from wrong that I was innocent and naïve.

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Ishiz is going to kill me for what happened to the carpet.

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