I want this to be a very short multichapter fic. OH HAY, THAT'S ALL I'M GOING TO SAY. Also I like to rhyme.

Mariku wasn't sure if he liked this place more or less then the Nothingness. In the nothingness, there was black. No, a lack of black, because black was a color, and there was no color. There was nothing in the nothingness. An absolute lack of everything. In the nothingness, Mariku belonged. Because who was he, really, other then Malik's repressed hatred?

Here, though, it was different.

It was the world that the monster had created. It had said it had created the world from the knowledge it had stolen from Malik's mind. The monster was in control of this world, and it could change it to it's liking. And the world it had created was warm. There was sun (of course, artificial, since this was the Shadow realm- the back of Malik's mind- and not the real world) and a slight breeze. Mariku wondered how he managed that.

The world was modeled after what the monster said was 'Greek.' Mariku didn't know what 'Greek' was, but assumed it was the style of the high columns attached to open pavilions. There were plants, too. Lots and lots of plants. And water, a river. And people. The monster's ability to create people was the most disturbing. Although, the monster said that the people were not real, had no soul, only moved and walked, spoke and breathed.

'Just like me,' it had said.

And Mariku hated all of it. This was some sort of hell he had been forced into. He had been close to content in the Nothingness, because, at least there, he could plot of how he would reclaim control over Malik's body. Here, he could only sit and plan how he would kill the thing that had hut him. And he was Mariku Ishtar! The pure fact that he had been beaten by the monster, no- anything, was humiliating. He was the one who caused fear. With his ankle broken, though, it was a difficult thing to do. He didn't come across quite as threatening as he should have, which was only another thing that made him mad.

It liked to keep him in the hospital room, the monster. It had been very lonely before, it had said, so it jumped on the idea of having him around. This way, he could not leave, with his ankle broken. Though Mariku was starting to doubt that he could leave if he wanted to, anyway. After all, the world was created by the monster, and he had complete control over it. There was no where to run to. The only escape was the monster's death.

Today, though, it had let him outside. Or at least, into the part of it's world that resembled the outdoors. He had been with it for only three days, and Mariku studied it carefully. It's habits, mannerisms, way of thinking, and it seemed to grow bored easily. It wanted to go outside, but couldn't leave Mariku alone, so had brought him with it.

The monster had created crutches for him to use as it led him outside of the hospital. It made Mariku feel menial, and had ground his teeth together every time he used it to take a step. He created fantasies where he beat the monster to death with the crutches. It amused him greatly, and made the trip outside a lot better. The hospital was suffocating, after all.

There was a river in front of the hospital, with grass around it, and the monster had decided that this was where it wanted to stay. And so Mariku sat down on the marble steps and watched as Namu explored the world it had created.

That was it's name. Namu. Namu, the name Malik had come up with as a disguise for his true identity. Mariku found it quite fitting.

Mariku watched as the monster crouched down in the grass on the bank of the river, searching around for something Mariku could not see. It's behavior was disturbing, since it was, in almost every way, a child. Through it's speech patterns and imagination, there was no reason to say that it wasn't a child apart from it's form of Malik's body, and the almost cruel intelligence that Mariku could see lurking behind it's slit pupils.

There was a definite sense of boredom, too, as Mariku continued to watch Namu play. A boredom different from that of the Nothingness. He felt very agitated in this world, anxious for something. Because there really was nothing to do, even though he was finally allowed something other just blackness. Usually Namu would talk to him, would sit on the far end of his hospital bed and babble away. That usually passed time, although Mariku often had to remind himself not to become annoyed and just punch him. He had to win his trust, after all, had to make sure he thought he wanted to be his 'friend'. Mariku hated that word.

Now, though, he had nothing other to do then to just sit and watch the monster. Mariku scowled, fiddling with a pebble that was sitting on the stairs next to him. How long would it take to gain Namu's trust? And how would he kill him? Where would he go from there? Once Namu was dead, would this world disappear and the Shadow Realm return to normal? Mariku tossed the pebble away, in front of him, watching as it bounced down the steps and landed in the grass. He sighed, leaning back and supporting himself with his forearms as he stared up at the fake sky.

He would kill him, oh yes. Perhaps by strangulation. Mariku liked that idea; mock the way that Namu's tentacles had wrapped around him. Though, there was no blood that way. Mariku didn't like that part. He wanted suffering, but he also wanted blood. Blood, blood, there always had to be blood. It gave him a feeling similar to that of a high, ever since he had cut off Malik's father's back. Oh, there had been blood then…

But how would he do it? It was a wonderful topic. He liked the idea of strangulation, but perhaps he would do something first. Cripple him as well, break both his legs, snapping the bone in every place he could, and cutting his skin so that the blood pooled beneath the surface would gush out in-

"Look, this is for you!"

Mariku recoiled in disgust as Namu suddenly came into his vision, having started to slip away during his day dream. He smiled at him, blocking the sun from his view as he dropped something into his lap. Mariku blinked, and looked down, confused.

He had caught a grasshopper, and had brought it to him like a cat brought it's owner gifts. Mariku scowled down at it as it made a move to jump. Catching it in one hand, he set it down on the marble step next to him, cupping his hand over it so it couldn't escape. Looking up at Namu's smiling face (no doubt feeling accomplished for catching him something), Mariku scowled and crushed the insect in his hand.

Namu's face instantly dropped, and he looked almost ready to cry as Mariku ground his hand against the marble, feeling the bug grind between the rock and his hand. It's insides were sticky between his fingers, but Mariku reveled in the feeling of murder, even if he had only killed something so small. It was the concept that he fell in love with more.

Once the bug was nothing more then green gloop, Mariku scraped his hand along the corner of the step, cleaning himself of the mess, never breaking contact with the monster. Namu continued to look back at him, seeming to be a bit lost. He sniffed, and sat down slowly next to him. Mariku narrowed his eyes.

"You- didn't like it? We caught it for you." He looked down at his lap, fiddling with his white shirt.

"Why would I want some fucking bug." He couldn't get mad, he couldn't get mad- oh fuck Mariku just wanted to kill him.

"I don't know- we-" Namu bit his lip, looking nervously to the side. Such a child. All he wanted was praise. "We just thought you'd like it."

"I'd like it better if my ankle wasn't still broken."

Namu looked nervous again, guilty. He turned his head to him, looking up at him with Malik's face. Mariku was once again taken aback by his unnerving eyes. Not that Mariku was really one to talk, though. Heliotrope, after all. But as Mariku looked back at him, his face suddenly lifted, and he smiled, as if completely forgetting that Mariku had killed his 'gift.'

"Oh! Oh I know something you'll like!" And the monster crouched down, getting on his hands and knees. Pausing, he looked up at Mariku who continued looking coldly down at him. "You have to kneel, too. You have to get down so you can see."

Mariku wavered. He didn't know what Namu was doing, or at least, what he planned on doing. Still, though, Mariku complied, and moved so that he sat next to him. He refused to kneel. Namu smiled, and Mariku reminded himself that he was doing this only to destroy him in the end.

"Watch." The monster glanced up at him briefly before looking back down at the marble steps. Mariku eyed him, but looked where his attention was focused.

For a while, there was nothing there. Just the stairs, and Mariku grew annoyed. But after a minute or two, there was a small crackling noise, and Mariku watched as the shapes of very miniscule buildings began to take place. His eyes widening as a small town grew in front of him, he looked over at Namu, who was staring down at the town with an expression of extreme concentration on his face.

So this was how he morphed the Shadow Realm to his will.

"Do you like it?" He said, excited, as he looked over to see Mariku's reaction to the scaled down version of a city.

Mariku said nothing in return as he continued to watch the city grow before him, tiny little things, the size of ants, going in and out of buildings. People. He had created people.

And then he was mad. Suddenly very angry, as hatred coursed through him. Namu was playing god, playing with the lives of people for his own entertainment. Using them as pawns for his own satisfaction. It made him mad, because Mariku was one of those pawns. He was puppeteered by fate as well, by Malik, who had created him for his own, selfish reasons, and then left him to rot.

"The fuck I do!" Mariku screamed, making a fist out of his hand as he made a move to crush the city, just as he had done to the grasshopper. Swinging his arm back, he was all too ready to kill Namu's creation, and the inhabitants inside, before he was stopped suddenly.

Namu's eyes were wide and pleading as he grabbed his arm, stopping him from killing the small city. Mariku swiveled towards him, grinding his teeth together as he tried pulling his arm away, and was confused when Namu's grip was stronger then his own strength. He had always been very strong, how could he be- Oh, right. Namu was not human. He was a monster.

"Stop it, Mariku." His voice was oddly calm for the worried expression on his face. Mariku growled as he looked down at the people in the city, watching as they scurried away from the shadow of his fist.

"Get off of me!" He wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. He hated him, he hated him, he hated him. Mariku loved to hate.

"No, you're going to hurt them, just like you did with my other present. You try and hurt everything." Mariku's expression grew darker as he felt familiar things wind around his arm, restraining him. Mariku hated the tentacles more then anything. "Why are you always so angry? Why do you hate everything?" Namu's hands were now free as he talked, the tentacles holding him still, instead.

"Be-" And he was naïve, like a child. Why? Because hatred was what Mariku was. "Because I can. Because I HATE YOU, and I HATE this place, and I HATE Malik and I just want to kill and hurt and make things suffer." Oops. Namu was not supposed to know that he hated him. Mariku had fucked that up.

"You need to calm down." It was a simple statement, and it, as well, made Mariku mad.

"Calm, CALM!? WHO THE FUCK SAYS I NEED TO BE CALM!? Do you even know who I am, the terrors I've created!?"

"But that's the only thing you have. And now, you can't do any of that." His childish guise dropped just a bit as Namu looked at him more seriously. Mariku struggled against the tentacles as the moved from just holding his wrist, to wrapping around his waist and thighs.

But it was true, wasn't it? What good would hatred do in this world that he was ruler over? Hatred got him nowhere. And without hatred, who was he? Without hatred, what did he have left? Still, though, feeling anything other then Malik's repressed anger was foreign. Mariku only had a select few emotions that he was capable of feeling.

"Why won't you be my friend?" Namu's head tilted slightly to the side, and he had scooted up much closer to him. "Why won't you be our friend?"

"I don't need friends. Why the hell would I be your friend after what you did to me!?" That was true. Mariku was a master of sadism, and the things that Namu had done to him were indeed sick. For some reason, though, they held no weight. Even though he had quite literally tortured him, Mariku could not see him as being malicious. Merely… lost. With orders. Mariku knew far too well how that felt.

He looked sad, then, moving his head so that his bangs covered his eyes. Mariku still knew his expression, though. Guilt. "I didn't- mean to. I couldn't- help it. I told you why… I was created by Malik subconsciously to hurt you, punish you. It wasn't my choice. And we're so lonely… We didn't mean to. We just want a friend, company. We like you."

"You're sick. Let me go." Hatred was on his face. It was how Mariku was supposed to look; full of everything negative. He squirmed, trying to struggle out of the tentacles' grip, but as he had learned all too quickly before, the sheer number of them and their strength- well, he couldn't really put up too much of a fight.

"No, we won't. We won't let you. You don't have a choice. Let's just be friends!" Namu seemed to be desperate then as he grabbed his shoulders and pleaded up at him.

"Get off of me!" Goddamn he just wanted away.

"No! No no no!" And he was so stubborn too, like a kid! Though, his childishness was also violent, and Mariku instantly stopped struggling when tentacles started looping their way around his neck. Still, he glared up at Namu when he was pinned onto his back. "Why can't you just be nice!?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone."

"Because we're lonely."

"And I hate you."

The monster seemed to be stuck at this. What else was there to say? Namu looked down at the city and sighed, and Mariku craned his neck to see it slowly start to fade from existence, and back into the fabrications of the Shadow Realm.

"What if…" Namu's eyes searched his face, flicking away quickly when Mariku frowned deeply. "I fixed your ankle? Would you be our friend then?"

Mariku was dumbstruck. He could… fix him? He could fix him and he didn't before!? Mariku grit his teeth, again becoming insanely angry, before calming himself on the inside. It would be greatly to his benefit if he could walk without crutches, and wouldn't be limited to that hospital room that Namu had created for him earlier. It would also speed up Namu trusting him; all he wanted was praise. If he healed his ankle, Mariku would be happy, and Namu in turn would become even more blind to his plans.

"…Yes." His expression still cold, Mariku watched as Namu's face lightened, becoming excited.

"Oh! Oh, well just be still, okay? It won't take long. Since you are a part of the Shadow Realm, I can fix you, too."

The tentacles moving his leg to the side, Mariku hissed through clenched teeth as his broken ankle was jostled. Namu smiled at him, but said nothing as he looked down at his ankle as he had done before. Just concentrated very hard. And again, Mariku began to grow impatient after the minutes started passing by.

"Are you done yet?" It was forced as Mariku tried to keep his tone of voice under control.

Namu grew a bit flustered, but furrowed his eyebrows farther. After another minute had gone by, his expression instantly relaxed, and he smiled, jumping up.

"I am!"

"Well, then, will you let me go?" Mariku noted the bit of hesitation on his face as he paused before the tentacles slowly unwound themselves from his body.

Moving his limbs cautiously, Mariku braced himself as he kneeled, preparing to stand, just in case he had not healed his bones correctly. Exhaling sharply and expecting a wave of pain, Mariku merely wobbled on unsteady feet as he stood. Namu reached out of him quickly, supporting him up. Another brief moment of anger from having Namu think that he was pathetic enough that he needed help to stand, he calmed, knowing the role he had to play.

"Thank you, you did a very good job." Mariku's face twisted more horribly then anything else as he forced himself to smile at him.

Namu's face lit instantly up, beaming at his praise. He was such a naïve moron.

"Thank you! Will you be our friend, now? Because… because we helped you? You like it, don't you?" He was a little too eager, and too prone to smiling. Mariku was not used to the look of happiness on Malik's face, his face… Namu's face.

Mariku paused. "…Yes."

Again, an expression of complete joy took him over, and Mariku suddenly doubted if he could keep up pretending to be his 'friend' as long as it would take to stab him in the back, in the end.

"Well…! Well let's play! Will you play with us? Let's go to the river."

Mariku wasn't given a choice as Namu began walking down the steps the grassy lawn of the riverbank. He had stopped supporting him once Mariku proved to be able to walk fine on his own, but insisted to hold his hand. Mariku felt uncomfortable as Namu led him to the river, crouching down next to it. It made him nervous when he put both of his arms in the water, and felt his tentacles wrap around them for the second time.

So I will literally get down on my hands and knees and beg for a review, since I got a grand total of one, my last update. I will possibly write you a oneshot if you do so. OH WOE, FEEL MY PAAAAAIIIN, CRAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIN. Pfft. Also LOL at the fact that this fic is so vastly different from what I usually write.