Trouble in dullsville

by zerosmelody5

DISCONTINUED. Marik always gets abused by his father. One day while trying to get away from his dad he stumbles apon an abandoned house and finds out it's secret, and he and his twin 'move in'. Soon after they go to school and more... complications show up. Lots and lots of drama, rated for suggestive topics, mentions of rape, no lemons.

7. Chapter 7

So here's chapter 7, I know some of you are like "FINALLY!" and jumping up for joy (Fan-of-this-fic), but not to single anyone out (at-hem, fan-of-this-fic) no I'm just messing with you fan-of-this-fic, but I do love ya! So aaaaanyway, Gomen for the late-ness, I had writer's block. Enough talking, and without further ado, I present 'The Clubhouse 1, chapter 7' clap clap clap*

Marik starred for a few moments before he collapsed. "Marik!" Melvin said running to his brother's side, worry all over his face.

"What's wrong? Why did he pass out?" Bakura asked, Melvin looked up at him then back down at his brother.

"Ever since we were little, Marik's had problems breathing. My dad's abuse only made it worse, um... Where did I leave it?" Melvin got up and paced around the room.

"What?" the spirit asked.

"Ugh! I think I left it at that... how could I forget." Melvin said hitting the wall next to him with his fist. "Bakura, I need you to stay here I'll be back in no time"

Bakura watched, confused, as Melvin ran from the house, leaving him and Marik alone. Bakura lifted Marik up and brought him over to the couch. He didn't know what else he could do.

After about 5 minutes, Melvin came crashing through the door, breathing heavily. He handed a little object to Bakura who looked at it, then back at Melvin, confused.

"Put it to his mouth and press the tiny button on the side" Melvin said clutching at his side, gasping for breath. Bakura did as he was told. He was glad that he was able to touch, and pick up things, unlike those stories he had always heard when he was little, about the ghosts who couldn't touch, pick up, or move anything. He had always wondered about that.

Marik's chest began to rise and fall again. At first it was rapid then it calmed down to where he could breath normally. It appeared as if he were sleeping.

Melvin checked his pulse to make sure he was okay before collapsing on the couch.

"Remind me never to run again" he said closing his eye's and snuggling up to the arm of the couch. Bakura stared wide-eyed at Melvin. He didn't really seem like the type to snuggle up to a couch.

So that was Chapter 7. Marik has asthma, I'm not exactly sure what it is, and it's the best I could come up with for this chapter. Gomen, I've been on MAJOR writers block.