Stuck On You
By Tat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (by Tat)
Marik's POV
"What?! I never lied about my childhood…" I say sternly, thickly adding the title "Pharaoh" at the end.
"Yes, you did. Because you didn't have a past in Egypt."
A growl rises in my throat. This is why I didn't want to tell him about my past. About my mother. Her death. I knew he would laugh and taunt me or do what he's doing now, claim that I'm lying, call me crazy.
No one understands me. They all call me crazy. Why am I crazy!?!
"Well, Marik?" Yami crosses his arms, firmly showing in his stance his belief that I am lying. Or maybe that's just a mask he's wearing—maybe he knows I'm telling the truth but he desires to hurt me as I intended to hurt him.
Only I've changed my intentions. I've broken the code of villainy and let the hero get to me. Because maybe… maybe I do love him… even without the sex, I think…
And now he's lashing out at me instead. What can I say or do now? He said he loved me. It's an emotion I have no experience with or understand clearly. If his love is so then why is he putting me beneath a hammer and causing me to bleed?
I grasp the pocketknife firmly in hand and place myself in an intimidating stance.
"Why do you think I lied?!" I yell. Wetness is coming to my eyes but I bite it back.
He's silent. Ha! He has no proof to back himself up. So he is trying to break me… under his little hammer… I refuse to scream, to cry—no matter how much he crushes my bones and my heart, no matter how much blood flows.
"I do have a past!" I press. The statement is meant for Yami but it's struck me also. It feels as if I'm trying to convince myself it's true.
My mind began to wander and things I don't want to acknowledge flash through. It's almost like breaking a wall. I don't want to see the wall come down—leave it there. Please… please…
Unfortunately I feel it crumble. Pieces and pieces of fabrications, illusions that have blinded me… they all fall.
The wetness bubbling up in my amethyst eyes begins to slide down my cheeks. I'm crying out loud, "I… have a past. I have a past…" But the wall is truly and fully destroyed. I know it will be impossible to rebuild, but I want it to cover the truth again now.
When my eyes open again I find myself pressed into Yami's arms. I feel so embarrassed, so weak, to have to cry on his shoulder. And I'm still muttering under my breath, "I have memories, a past… I have something…"
The truth is… the bitter, horseradish-tasting truth is… I have no past. I have nothing…
Not even myself.