AN: Ok so I found a fic called Stalker written by Cliscia here on FFN and, having found it via Deviant Art from the manga she's started drawing for it, I felt compared to read it.

And it killed my brain for three whole days. I couldn't think of my stories, just worrying what would happen to Malik next (it's Horror/Romance and rated "M" for a reason. You are warned.). And after I finished reading it today, it still plagued me.

So I wrote a little one shot *IT'S KINDA A SPOILER* about it to try and get it out of my system so I could focus on MY story instead of replaying this scene in my head. the other option is to reformat my brain, but that's a last resort.

PS: I loved the fic but I hated it too. So...consuming...(meaning: I hated the fact that it occupied my mind more than my own stories, but it's well written and a nice mind-fuck if you're into that sort of thing) *facepalms*

Did I mention this sort of spoils something? Just a heads up. Enjoy!

PPS:-Nightly Halo-: "Hm...I wanna be fair it feels like the next chapter should be puppyshipping or a continuation of the yami/hikarishipping story. X3"

I dunno if I'm going to continue the yami/hikarishipping story. Maybe if I get inspired for it.

As for puppyshipping, I couldn't think of anything except Stalker and I needed to get this out of my head. Maybe now I'll be able to think of a puppyshipping story :D

Malik laid back on a bed that was unfamiliar. his body hurt and he felt pain everywhere but also hopelessness. He couldn't move, feeling sedated and shackled. And the pain. It was everywhere. He was feeling violated and somehow knew it had been sexual.

Hovering over him he saw Marik, but something was wrong. He was nude and Malik wondered through his haze if it had been Marik who-

'But Marik wouldn't...' he thought, squinting up at his yami. 'Marik wouldn't do that to me...he...' and then Marik was gone, tying something around one of his thighs tightly. So tight it hurt and Malik made a small noise of pain, feeling sluggish. The same was done to his other thigh, both bindings tight enough to cut off circulation. Slowly he felt the feeling leave his legs and opened his mouth to speak when he saw Marik hovering over him, a sledgehammer cradled in his hands as he looked down at Malik. The teen's eyes widened as he hefted the tool, giving an odd look to him.

"This will make you perfect, my Malik. This way you can never leave me again and we will be together forever."

"M-Marik..." Malik whimpered, trying to move away, but he was trapped. Lilac eyes widened further as the hammer was raised.

"I love you, Malik." The words were spoken almost as a death sentence, the sledgehammer flying down, impossibly fast to connect with one knee. Malik felt the pain, heard the resounding crack at his joint was shattered. He screamed in pain, trying to fight, to get away as he saw the hammer raise again through the haze of pain.

"And this way, you'll love me too." The hammer fell again, falling almost in slow motion toward his other knee--

Malik thrashed and screamed, tears flowing freely as he was suddenly able to move. He hit something and his eyes flew open to see Marik hovering over him worriedly, trying to restrain the flailing limbs.

"Hikari! Hikari!"

Malik closed his eyes, screaming again as he hit his yami in the face, scrambling out of the bed and falling to the floor, drawing his knees to his chest and only vaguely aware that he had done so.

Marik held his nose, momentarily stunned that he had be punched in the face. After tenuous examination, he frowned and held a finger under his nose to try and keep blood from dripping onto the bed as he moved to sit on the floor beside Malik.

"Hikari, you had a nightmare," he informed the quivering mass of Malik, gently reaching out to pet his back, rubbing slow, small circles in hopes of comforting him. "Shh. Shh. It's over, Hikari-mine. You're awake now."

The haze of sleep slowly evaporated and Malik groaned, still crying. He swore he could still feel the pain he had received in the dream and was afraid to move.

"It was...horrible..." he breathed finally, his heart still pounding. He looked up at Marik as the yami brushed his cheek, wiping at the tears that stained his face. This Marik was real. He wasn't terrifying or maniacal like the dream-Marik (and Marik could be pretty maniacal at times). Malik slowly uncurled from his fetal position and crawled into his yami's lap, kissing him on the chin apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"I know, Hikari-mine," Marik smiled, sniffing as he moved his finger and wrapped his arms around Malik. Another difference that should have been immediately evident: Hikari. Hikari-mine. The Marik in his nightmare had called him "my Malik".

Finally feeling safe, Malik sighed, nuzzling his lover. "Just a nightmare...you wouldn't break my knees..."

"What?" Marik blinked at his hikari as thought he's just grown a second head. He shook his head, standing up and cradling Malik to his chest as he moved him to the bed. He poked at the teen's memories through their mind link and frowned as he set him down. "I told you not to read that stalker-story." He smiled then, giving Malik a warm kiss. "Now I have to clean my nose. And when I come back, maybe I'll help you have good dreams about me." He smirked, leaving the blushing teen to await his return.

AN: Yes it was random, but now maybe I have it would of my system enough to focus on SideQuest *pout*