This chapter is for my Kitty. ^_^ Love ya!
Considering Everything's a Mess

"Help!" "I'm coming Malik!" Marik yelled. He pushed his lighter half out of the way and placed his arm protecting his face. He yelped in pain and hell, clutching his injured arm. The blow had hit home. "Marik, are you okay?" "I'll be," he winced, "fine." Now Malik was really mad. He stood up, gripping the staff. He did whatever he does when he gains control of someone's mind. Their attacker instantly stops, turns to look at them, and lets out a short, pleasant, "Meow."