Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

(edited thursday, february 19, 2009)


Chapter Two

The next morning I got up earlier than usual, most likely because I dozed off immediately after yesterdays events.

I was about to get something to eat when my phone rang. I blinked and stared blankly for a minute, then picked it up and said groggily, "Hello?" There was silence on the other line. "Hello!" I heard a soft gasp and then Ryou's voice replied. "Oh, Malik I…" Then there was a click and the dial tone returned.

Ryou would call me every morning at this time and wake me up to see when I was planning on heading to school, but it was the same time every day so I didn't understand why he would always call. I put the phone down and sighed, today would be really strange without him.

An hour later I locked up my apartment and began walking reluctantly to Domino High. It wasn't a very long trip but that morning it seemed to take forever. When I finally arrived, there was no one in the courtyard, implying that I was late, which was really no surprise.

I opened the front door and sped to my grungy locker. I had chemistry first period so I grabbed my text book and headed out.

As I burst through the door my teacher raised her eyebrows at me warningly and I shrugged at her, too tired to speak. I looked around the dreary room, scrutinizing each tired face until I came to one that I couldn't stand to see. Ryou was gazing past my shoulder, his eyes were wide and it seemed as if he was about to cry.

I quickly turned away and walked to my seat, but there was one problem. Jounouchi was in it. My eyes narrowed, and then I remembered that I was Ryou's chemistry partner and he must have asked Jou to take my place because of the awkward tension that had grown between us.

I nodded in acceptance and sat with Jounouchi's partner, Anzu. As much as I hated her, she wasn't too bad, she didn't talk at all. Then I remembered that she was usually an annoying little pussy who never shut her big mouth.

At first it was a nice change of pace, her just sitting there and only speaking when necessary, but then it started to bug me. It got worse and worse until I couldn't bear the silence.

"Why the hell aren't you talking?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. She glanced at me with sad eyes that looked very odd on her, as she was normally all fun and cheer. She almost instantly turned away. "I don't kn…"

"Yes you do," She bit her lip and continued to avert me. "I'm not stupid." The expression on her face confirmed my suspicions and I shut my eyes as tight as I could. "You think I'm a freak. Just like every body else does." I opened my eyes to see her brown hair flutter out the door.

After school I waited for the regular stampede of students to exit the building before doing so myself. I much prefer not being shoved around in a mass of bodies, thank you. When I was outside I just stood there, looking at nothing in particular until something interrupted me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I trembled when I heard Marik's voice. My heart sped up and I felt as though I would pass out. I had been thinking about this moment all day.

"Oh…nothing really." I mumbled, afraid that he would think I was crazy or something.

He smiled and my mind became blissfully blank. "You're really weird, Malik," He said. "But I like you." I grinned and he grasped my shoulder. "Let's go to my house."

Words cannot express how I felt then.

I had seen Marik's house before, of course, but this time it seemed even more amazing, maybe because he wasn't choking to death. "This is me, number three two three. C'mon." He took my hand and led me through the door.

There was a pleasant aroma about the place. Tasteful furniture and some beautiful pieces of art made it look like it was worth a million dollars. "Marik, is that you?" someone said from behind a door beside me. It was quiet, almost…scared. Maybe a little sister, I thought.

Marik's eyes narrowed as the door opened. Out of it came a middle aged woman, she looked tired and was very thin. She stared at me with wide eyes and touched my shoulder as if she pitied me.

"Mother, do not touch my guests." Marik looked at her as if she was a filthy cockroach. She winced as he spoke and I do not blame her. "Who's this?" She said. It was almost a whisper.

"None of your business," He said, forcefully grasped my arm and pulled me away from the woman. I looked back and saw her shaking her head sympathetically. For the first time I was having second thoughts about going there. I was really scared.

Marik was leading me down a narrow hallway that seemed to get more and more dungeon like as we went on. I bit my lip. This was getting worse and worse. He continued to lead me down the hall until we got to the end. He grasped the knob on a small wooden door and pushed it open, revealing what I assumed was his bedroom. It didn't look very unusual; there were some posters of bands I had never heard of on the wall and a computer desk opposite of them. I let out an unintentional sigh of relief which did not go unnoticed.

"What, did you think I would be a freak or something?" He gently took my hand and stroked it. I looked back to him and raised my eyebrow. He laughed and said, "That's fine with me, as long as I get you in the end."

He then leaned in close to my face and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I was so nervous, nobody had ever approached me this way. He cupped my chin in his other hand and pressed his lips to mine. It started gently, but did not stay like that for long. Soon his nails were digging into my back, and he was kissing me greedily. I was slammed against the wall as he continued his attempts to stick his tongue down my throat, I wanted to scream to the little woman to help me, but his face was crushed so hard against mine that I could barely get a breath in.

All I could see was Marik's blond hair and cruel eyes, so I was completely perplexed when I heard the faint sound of my zipper being undone. I struggled violently but he managed to hold me down. He looked straight into my now watering eyes and, instead of stopping like any human being with feelings would have done, he grinned.

The first tear burned my skin like acid as it fell down my face. It dawned on me then that no matter what happened he would have his way with me, so I just… gave up. My body went limp and my lips parted.

Marik seized advantage of this, and took complete control over me.

"Marik…" I groaned into his mouth. However it was not one full of pleasure, it was one of pain, and unfathomable misery. He opened one eye and raised his eyebrows. He looked as if he was about to strike me when a phone rang, the sound may have been quiet but in that room with him it was deafening. It penetrated the silence and he was obviously quite irritated by the untimely disruption.

He unkindly dropped me to the ground and strode to where I now saw a small black cell phone.

"Hello." I winced at the amount of aggravation that he was able to pack into that small word. A moment passed and he sighed, looking right into my eyes. "Yes, I understand. I'll be right there."

He slammed shut the phone, placing into his jean pocket. "I have to go. We'll continue this later, but for now just go home. And Malik…" He pulled a jacket over your shirt. "If you tell anyone, or talk to anyone, I'll find out, and we don't want any trouble now do we."

He smirked and lightly kissed my cheek. My hand flew up to the spot as though I thought my skin would start to corrode. This is not what I had expected and now I was in shit.

Deep shit.