~Oh mah GLOB yah guys! WTFBBQOMGLMAO! I am SO sorry I haven't updated at all!

School and math a.k.a my worst subject is stressing me out! But no fear! Krysta is here to save the day by updating!

But also I had no inspiration so... don't hurt me!

But in this chapter Marik and Malik will be able to talk, hehehe... ._. Yes, talk *wink wink* JUST KIDDING!

ON WITH THE STORY!

~Talking With the Devil~

So here I am walking with a complete, deranged stranger I don't even know about in this huge house that I haven't seen, in a neighborhood I've never been in. Thanks mom, so much for being concerned for your son.

I'm pretty sure the whole time we were walking, I had a sour look on my face and I was glaring at the back of Marik's head. Marik must have noticed too because he stopped which resulted in me bumping into him. I had been glaring so hard at his head that I forgot we were still walking.

We were still standing there, neither one of us saying a word. I just kept glaring at the back of Marik's head, just hating to be here right now.

Marik then spun around, his eyes set into an annoyed glance and roughly asked,"Why do you keep looking at me like that? What did I ever do to you?" I didn't reply but instead I just stared into his eyes, getting engulfed into the deep lilac pools.

I heard Marik let loose a deep chuckle, but me it sounded like a cat purring. "Heh, you just met me and you already hate me? Wow, new record." Marik said in a cocky way, a sneer playing on his face.

I still said nothing which in return made Marik scoff and turn around and start to walk again. I followed close behind him again, this time I averted my eyes to the ground instead of Marik's head.

We continued to walk around the house, trying to find what? I don't know. Our foot steps bounced off of the walls, echoing into oblivion. I occasionally looked up to see where we were, not that I knew anyways, but I wanted to know where we were going.

We finally stopped in front of a door labeled, 'keep out or die.' Then it had a very descriptive picture on what you would look like when you were caught in his room and how slowly and painfully you would die. I rolled my eyes at that, 'seriously, what is wrong with this guy?' I thought.

Marik opened his door that revealed a surprisingly clean room. I thought it would all trashed and dirty with leftover pizza from five months ago with dead insects covering the floor.

Marik walked into his bedroom and laid down on his bed. I stayed by his door, unsure of what I should do. Marik looked up at me," Well, aren't you going to come in?" he asked me quizzically. I shrugged at his question but did nothing more.

Marik sighed and got up and walked towards me. I unconsciously stepped back as he approached me. He lifted his hand and I cringed back, expecting a blow from him. From the past I had always been hit by my mom's boyfriend's and their sons. I was still standing there, my eyes clamped shut, waiting for the hand to connect with my face. But what I did not expect was a gentle hand grabbing mine and dragging me into the bedroom.

I opened one eye to see Marik walking me over to his bed. I feared for the worst already. I thrashed in his grip, trying to get free. I bashed my head into his nose which made him yelp and release both of my hands. I stumbled to my feet and ran for the door.

Marik got to the door first though, he slammed the door shut and locked it. He then reached for my hands again and grabbed both of them in his hands. I started to thrash around again, but this time, Marik was ready. He blocked all my blows with my feet and when I tried to bash my head into his nose again, he he dodged to his left and grabbed the back of my head and shoed it into his bed.

"What the fuck man, what the hell is wrong with you?" Marik screamed, making me cringe and shake in fear. "I was just trying to help you but no, you just had to bash me in the head you little prick! Now my nose is bleeding you douche!"

I craned my neck, trying to see Marik's nose, but Marik's hand on the back of my head prevented me from doing so. My face was planted firmly into the bed covers. I started to thrash around as I struggled to get breathing.

"If I let you go, will you stop trying to attack me and sit down?" Marik asked in an annoyed voice. I tried to nod my head, but his hand was planted firmly on the back of my head. Instead I tried to talk," Yes." I croaked, but it was a muffled approval because of the bed cover's covering my face.

"Hmm, what was that, little Malik?" Marik asked, bringing my face up from the bed. I greedily sucked in the sweet smell of air as I tried to catch my breath. "I said yes, I will." I said after I caught my breath again. Marik released his hand from the back of my head and let it rest down at his side. I eyed it warily as he stood up.

"Good, now if you will excuse me, I have to go clean up my face since someone thought it was a good idea to bash their head into it." Marik stated as he sneered down at me as he walked towards the bathroom.

I guiltily looked down at the floor as Marik walked into the bathroom. I sat quietly on his bed as I rethought about what had just happened. But my thoughts came to a crashing halt when I heard the window open and I saw a figure pop a head in. I just sat there in shock as the body climbed in and fell through the window.

His body hit the ground causing a loud and huge CRASH! in the room. The figure got up and started dusting himself off and walked back to the window to close and lock it.

The figure must have not known I was in the room because as soon as he turned around he jumped ten feet in the air with a surprised look on his face. I just sat there, not knowing what to do and I was wondering who the hell this guy was.

The figure just stood there and looked at me, his face concentrated on mine as I stared back, my heart rate increasing. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. Finally, the figure spoke,"So, are you one of Marik's boy toys?" I stared in shock at the figure, 'boy toy?' What. the. fuck?

"NO! I exclaimed. I am not one of Marik's boy toys and I never will be." I stated as I crossed my arms together and glared at the figure. 'How dare he even think for a moment I would ever be a toy for somebody?' I thought, pouting at the thought.

"Oh, the figure stated, gooso, you're free are you now?" I was startled, what did he mean by, free? The figure then started to advance on me, a smirk playing on his lips and a hungry gaze holding in his eyes. I was frozen in place. My whole body screamed at me to run but I couldn't, I was just, stuck.

The figure pushed my body down fully onto the bed, taking a hold of my hands and put them above my head. My mind was reeling as I was trying to grasp a hold on what was happening here. The figure was still smirking that Cheshire smirk as he leaned down at my neck. "Don't worry, he whispered, his breath ghosting on my neck and I shivered in discomfort, it'll all be over before you know it."

Ahhh! WTFBBQOMFG! What is this? I don't even...

Yeah, here's this crappy chapter to make up for all I've done to you guys. I know it's horrible but please, just bare with me until I get back to writing decent fanfition chapters -_-

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