Sitting on the couch by myself, I couldn't help but sigh out in boredom. Everyone was avoiding me and I knew it! That wasn't the worst part, no, it's just that I felt like no one wanted me around. Not that I blamed any of them. I shouldn't be here bothering them anyway…
Currently, the Ishtars have given me a free run of their humble abode since they were all out doing, god only knows what since I zoned out after the last few excuses. There had to be something I could do to get out of their hair…
The sound of a door opening caught my attention. I half expected to see Marik only to be faintly disappointed. Instead, their stood another tan male, carrying a half filled sack slung over his broad shoulders. "Hello Rishid, staying for a bit?" It would be nice to have some company, even for a minute.
"Sorry Ryou, I only dropped by to drop off a few things," he replied as he walked past into another room where he stayed hidden for a little bit. Faint noises of shuffling coming from his direction. "But I'd be more then happy to talk to you later tonight," he called back.
"Oh, alright," so he didn't really want to speak until later when I'd probably forget about it. Great… I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them in silence. Perhaps I'd take my own personal tour of the place when he left.
The sound of fabric rubbing against itself drifted through the silence as the other walked back into the room. "Alright," the man grunted. "What's wrong?" Glancing up I soon realized that I had been mindlessly staring at the floor. That and Rishid was now standing before empty-handed. "And don't says it's nothing because that's always a lie." he added.
What was I to tell him, that I felt left out and worthless? I couldn't burden him with any of my emotions and want of company. "I'm just thinking," I whispered softly while lifting up my head. I flashed him a small smile before laying my head back against the tops of my knees.
"A cryptic clue meaning that you're miserable and trying to find a way to perhaps… dispel this emotion?" A grin pulled at the Egyptian's lips. The tan male plopped down into a chair across from me. How was it that he knew half of what I was thinking? It was as if he owned the necklace and not his sister that had been handed it back some time ago.
I glared off to the side suddenly not wanting to talk. Was it possible to just enjoy their presence without them talking? The several black marker drawings on the corner wall received my visual attention. "He's really talented…"
Either the pony tailed haired man was looking at the same thing I was now or he knew exactly who I was talking about when he spoke. "Yes, Marik is exceptional for someone in his… mental state but most artist are insane. Sure as… Picasso." Did he just label Malik's darker self as insane? He seemed perfectly stable mentally, it was his emotions that were swinging about like a pendulum out of control. Happy one minute, pissed the next, then at ones throat the other.
"He's not insane," I muttered. My eyes wondered from the drawing of Yugi to the pharaoh in a princess dress. The three princess hats placed upon each tuff of hair still adorable as when I first had seen it. "He's just so different." He's very different from everyone, at least those of whom I've met so far.
Rishid scuffed, turning my eye onto him. "He's different alright," Here we go. This is the rant about how unlovable poor Marik could be and how vicious and bloodthirsty he is. "He can't feel the things most people can but he wants too." That was far different then what I was expecting to hear.
Studying him carefully, I watched the other wondering just what were they thinking. Just what did he mean exactly. His dark green eyes looked back at me then with an outstretched hand he beckoned for me to stand.
"Come, there is something.. I-I think you should see." Rishid stood up from his seat and turned towards the hall but glanced back to make sure I was coming. What choice did I have but to follow, I had wanted someone to talk to and now here was my chance.
"But what about you having to leave? I mean, didn't you have somewhere to go?" Not to be rude but he did wish to be gone soon and talk later.
"It can wait a little longer, beside, it will only take five minutes I assure you." There was nothing I could do other then agree. His company couldn't be so bad after all, I did want someone to hangout with even if it lasted just five minutes.
Rising up, the two of us lift the living room or what I have heard a certain yami call it 'the living dead room'. It made little since to me but it amused him. Must have been a personal joke or something of the sort.
A few pictures clung to the hall walls. A few were of their homeland while others were of them and their friends that they made here. Just what was he going to show me? The question ran through my mind as we stopped before the bedroom door to where Rishid and Marik slept.
"I do suggest that you cover your eye till I say it's safe to look. I know how much you hate gore," Rishid replied. His face now grim and the markings on his face combined with the shadows on his face were almost frightening.
Gore? Oh Ra, why did almost everyone else I know hove this sickening fetish for blood and violence? "I'll be fine.." I murmured just under my breath. The door then opened in new found silence, the darkness inside soon retreated as a light was flipped on.
The walls were a mess of pictures in various colors; most were hues of scarlet and dirt brown. A scribbling of organs spewing out of some unfortunate souls stomach was surrounded by other zombie like creatures dieing and reaching out for help. What hellish things to draw! What happened to the cute side of Marik that was displayed in the corner of the living room?
"He's not allowed to kill people freely like he wants to so I sacrificed the walls in order to let him get out his lust for death." there was more he was going to say but the Egyptian closed his mouth to keep from leaking out to much information.
"Is-is this what you wanted to show me?" My voice trembled. Thank goodness he shook his clean-shaven head no. These disturbing pictures were as if that nut Jigsaw from that horror flick Saw had been here to get more ideas on how to torture his victims for the next movie.
Rishid moved slowly to one side and placed his hand on closet door. "It's in here so you'll have to come closer." Providing that there is a god, then please don't let there be a dead body hiding in the closet. This whole room was like hell that I began to wonder how either of them could sleep in here at night.
The door was slide over to one side and brightly illuminated once the cord connection to the light above was pulled. The confines of this space was very different compared to the walls of the room itself. There were few pictures but in bold black there were words scrawled on each wall. They all went in various directions but these weren't mere randomly selected words. It was… poetry.
"How can he break my field of isolation? What is his source of penetration? Perhaps he is the one the heavens sent, or is this an illusion of my reality bent? This must be an accident or punishment most low, for him I do hunger but will gladly let go."
The fellow behind me finished reciting when my eyes hit the last word. "It sounds almost like a love poem… Or a person who can't make up their mind about something," I replied while looking back. "I don't understand though. Is this what you wanted to show me?" I turned back to the poem the adopted Ishtar had pointed out to me.
"That's because the writer is." I could feel my whole body twitch involuntarily for a moment, tell me someone other then Rishid had wrote this! Not to be rude, but he was to old for me and just not my type. "We think Marik is attracted to you," the olive eyed male finished. Wait, did he say Marik?
"You-you mean he… He wrote this?" There was an awkward silence. Perhaps I should have hoped that this poem was directed to anyone but me rather then that it was someone other then poor Rishid. Yes, I enjoyed Marik's company even though it was painful in most parts but he did save me from a grizzly death not even a full two days ago.
"Ryou, we've all been talking about this and I only discovered this one this morning," The lad murmured. Wait, they've been discussing this? WHO'S THEY? "We all come to the conclusion that Marik feels something for you but he just can't explain it. Haven't you wondered why he has been deliberately avoiding you more then he first has? Why when he sees you?"
To be honest, no. I just automatically thought it was because he didn't want me clinging to him and thanking him again for helping me out of the Shadow Realm. "I'm not sure what it is but he likes something about you. Malik has told me and Ishizu that he saw Marik watching you sleep on the couch last night."
Okay, that was a little creepy but at the same time struck me as cute but still.. Definably creepy. The sound of a doorknob rattling caught both of our attentions as we looked back to see the devil himself lingering in the doorway.
Each one of us looked at the other two in stunned silence. "What the fucking hell are the two of you doing in my closet?" Hissed the spiked haired blonde. "Tell me before I decided to see what the two of you look like with each others severed head on the other's shoulders!"
Uh, I couldn't think of a single thing to say but that colorful image was now sketched into the back of my mind and I could honestly say, I wasn't looking forward to that possibility.
Violet orbs looked past us to the open closet behind then locked with my own eyes. "Get out of my room! You weren't suppose to see anything!" The tan madman hissed while grabbing onto the top of a dresser. "No one was meant to know! I wish I never met you, why did you have to make things so damn complicated!"
There was more to this rant but I was to scared to focus on the words as the dresser was toppled over and make a loud crashing decent to the floor. Several things were clearly broken by the sound of it. Marik's eyes were dilating as his shoulders heaved up and down in rage, his hand reaching in back of himself and pulling out the millennium rod.
"Why can't any of you just leave me alone and stay out of my business?" The man was clearly going out of control and lunged forwards. In an instant my eyes squeezed shut as the noise of two people brawling filled the bedroom.
"Ryou! Get out of here now!" Barked Rishid's voice. He was clearly struggling at keeping control of things by his tone but I obeyed without hesitation once my eyes had forced themselves back open. "Marik you bastard, why are you so overdramatic about this?"
The conversation soon lost to my ears as I headed back into the living room and collapsed into the far corner. How could I have allowed this to happen? Why did I always ruin things? I could feel my whole body shaking. I should have went for help but they seriously wouldn't do anything to over the top… I hope.
Thump. The light sound was pursued by chilling silence as a tan hand wrapped around the edge of the doorway down the hall. Who's was it and what was that thump about? "Oh Ryou… I can't find Rishid's pulse, maybe he's dead... And you're next…" Oh please, let this be a dream. The loud laughter proved that it wasn't and true hell was going to take place…
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