Faint
AN: About time I did another august thing lol and here it is ^_^ I don't own YGO or the song 'Faint' by Linkin Park who rawk! \m/ plz RnR and enjoy!
Faint
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I am a little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
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Malik growled and kicked the wall and was soon aware of a pain rushing up from his toes and to the rest of his leg as he fell to the side in pain. He held his foot and cussed all the cuss words he knew, as he was sure he broke something. But as luck would have it the blond was fine.
He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them and sighed. The room was dark only a few beams of the remaining sunset poured in and flooded over his being. His hair glowed gold as the orange beams basked on him. His tanned skin shone from the light making him seem out of place in the dark room.
His violet eyes seemed to have fire dancing with in them even if a tear did slip from them. He brushed the salty object away with his right hand and continued to fight back the tears. He felt so alone it had been three weeks since he had seen Bakura and it seemed like the demon was trying to avoid him.
Malik had spoken with Ryou a few times and he could tell from the sorry look the young Hikari showed with out knowing it that Bakura had lost interest in him. He grumbled as a tear fell from his eye and dripped onto his arm.
'Was it something I said? Or even done?' he asked himself and looked up at the window sadly.
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Handful of complaints
But I can't help the fact that everybody can see these scars
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Marik snorted as he inspected his Hikari's arms and saw many pink and white lines decorate his tanned skin. Malik winced as his yami yanked his arm closer to inspect the wounds with distaste. Marik shook his head and laughed at the young boy before letting his arm go.
"Foolish boy what could have pissed you off that bad that you had to maim yourself?" He asked and sat back down on the sofa looking at the other.
"Don't want to say" Malik sighed sadly.
Marik leaned back on the sofa and smirked at his light side as he saw him running a finger over the bumps and sighing and looked as if he was trying to fight back another wave of tears. He would never cry in front of the sprit he wasn't in the mood to be insulted.
"Your more trouble then your worth" Marik grunted.
Malik lifted up his head to look at his yami with some confusion. He didn't know that people had started to talk about his arms and blame them on the violent sprit that now had been passed off as his brother.
"I don't know why you haven't killed yourself your not really worth the air you waste to keep your pathetic being alive"
Malik frowned it had been Marik who had stopped him from cutting his veins and ending it. At first the smaller one thought that move was out of kindness but it seemed it was just to keep him alive to insult and hurt more.
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I am what I want you to want
What I want you to feel
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Malik looked at his tear stained face in the mirror and shook his head trying to get the sadness to go away. He had to get over this and the tomb robber if he was ever going to lead his life with out being a ball of tears. He had gotten ready to go out and was wearing his normal gold Jewry.
He shivered from the dark feeling inside him and the glare his yami gave him as he walked passed his door. It was around 9 pm and was chilly outside so the blond pulled on a hoody and put his sneakers on.
He jogged down the stairs and called up to his yami and got a simple 'like I fucking care?' in return for his troubles. He rushed out the house not wanting to be around his yami any longer then he had to that night.
He walked along the dark street hands in his pockets and eyes looking at the floor in front of his feet as he walked to somewhere. He didn't know or care but it seemed he had ended up at a bar. It was lit up with bright neon lights and under the signs were a few tables mostly filled up.
Malik sighed and sat down at an empty one and looked at all the happy couples who had come to enjoy themselves and have a laugh. He looked across the street and into the dark of the allies. He was suddenly aware of another.
He turned around and was greeted by the sight of a smirking white haired tomb robber who was swigging down a bottle of vodka. Malik moved back a little and wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of alcohol that radiated from the sprit of the ring.
"Hay sexy I almost forgot about you" Bakura slurred.
"It's been four weeks!" Malik cried.
"I can make it up to you blonde" Bakura winked and wrapped an arm around Malik's shoulders.
Malik couldn't help the blush that reached his face when he felt Bakura's hand rub his leg under the table. It had been so long since they had done any thing like this that he nodded and let Bakura drag him off to the ally.
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But it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
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Malik grunted as Bakura shoved him against the wall of the ally and started to kiss him deeply. Bakura grinned and pinned the mortals' arms either side of him as his tongue plundered his mouth in a short battle of control that the demon won. Malik felt Bakura's rough hands go up his T-shirt and rub his chest causing a moan of need to be realised.
Bakura leaned his body into the teen and started to rub their hips together to cause a growing need that nether would be able to cure. Malik was trying not to be distracted by the fact Bakura smelt and tasted of vodka. This wasn't real to Bakura for all Malik knew he might have thought it a drunken dream and he would go back to ignoring him when sober.
Malik let a tear slip at the thought of that and this went unnoticed by Bakura who was busy trying to get Malik to kneel. But the blond couldn't take this, it wasn't real love it was a drunks lust for some one with a weakness of needing some one to love.
Malik pulled away panting and tried to push the stronger male away from him but Bakura shoved him to the wall again a look of lust in his eyes. Malik yelped a bit as Bakura joined their lips once more and this time bit into the blonds lip and lapped up the blood happily.
Malik grew hurt and angry and used what strength he had in his arms to shove the demon off him. Bakura glared and looked at the mortal was a disgusted look that stung Malik to the very core of his being. Bakura grunted and drew his hand back and slapped the Egyptian around the face.
Malik cried out in pain and shock and fell to the floor where Bakura kicked him before laughing.
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So I let go watching you
Turn your back like you always do
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Malik curled into a ball on the dirty ally floor as he watched Bakura sneer and walk away from him again. Malik glared at the demons white hair as he walked out the ally and back over to the bar where he soon found another willing subject. The young teen held back a sob as he tried to stand.
He gripped the wall for support and leaned against it shakily as his hand came up to his bashed cheek. He glared full force at the drunken yami that was now kissing a black haired boy who seemed as drunk. Malik spat out some blood on the floor and hobbled out of the ally.
The walk home was painful to say the least even a few passing cars stopped and asked him if he was ok or needed a lift. But the truth was Malik said he didn't want the pity of a stranger or the kindness of some one he would never met again. And the biggest factor was he dreaded them seeing him cry like a moron.
He walked into his silent house and went to his room. He locked his door and jumped on his bed hugging a pillow close and he cried himself into a troubled land of nightmares and mocking dreams of 'what if's
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Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
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Marik banged on the door yelling at the top of his lungs trying to wake the sleeping teen and it worked. Malik blinked and squinted at the alarm clock that read 3.15 he just figured Marik forgot that the microwave wasn't out to get him or that there wasn't a man in the fridge with a flashlight.
"What is it?" Malik called as he pushed a pillow over his head.
"What the fuck did you do to Bakura to get him so pissed off?" Marik yelled and continued to beat the hell out of the door.
Malik sat bolt up right at the mention of the ring bearers name and opened the door to his bashed up yami. Marik had cuts on his face and dripped blood from his arms and from his right leg. Marik shoved Malik out the way and sat on his bed glaring at the teen.
"What happened to you" Malik's eyes widened as his yami lurched in pain.
"Your fucking so called fucking BOYFRIEND fucking kicked me ass!!" Marik literally screamed.
"Why is it my fault!" The light protested.
"He said to me you had better tell your slut of a Hikari that he should do as I say or else I'll do to him what I'm going to do to you" Marik winced at the pain in his arm.
"How did you piss him off?"
"I denied the drunken bastard my body" Malik dead panned.
Marik shook his head and licked away some blood from a cut on his arm. Malik knew not to help since his yami hated that crap it made him feel weak and worthless. But the truth was Marik was all Malik had and the yami only had his Hikari in this world and even if they hated each other they had to deal with the cold facts.
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I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
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Malik was torn up inside with the feelings he was trying to get rid of and trying to get to return to him. He looked at his bleeding yami and pity filled his mind as the sinister blond looked up at Malik with a snarl before turning his back to him to lick his wounds with out a spectator.
"Don't look at me like that" Marik hissed.
"Like what?" Malik blinked.
"With pity!" He spat the words out.
"I'm not one to be pitied you are, you're the sad little fucker who cuts himself. You're the stupid moron who chases after a dream and love not me. I'm the strong one" Marik said simply.
"It's nice to dream" Malik sighed.
Marik snorted in response.
"And your not the picture of STRONG at the moment" Malik smiled weakly at his come back.
Marik growled and leapt off the bed smacking Malik around the back with his good arm. Malik cried out and hit the wall sliding down in pain Malik looked up at his yami who smiled sickly and walked away leaving Malik to his own thoughts and his own pain.
Anger boiled inside the blond as he tried to stand up but settled on all fours. The anger and rage powered up inside him Marik had just pissed him off. He blamed Malik for every thing too much sun too much rain you name it and he even blamed him for sticking up for himself.
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I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
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Malik held his saw arm and stomped down the hall to the bath room where the items of his desire sat gleaming like silver and enchanting him with their promise of a final resting place. He pulled out a razor and brought it up to his arm before slicing. Blood dripped down from the cut as Malik laughed.
He sliced it into his arm again this time deeper. A look of pure contraction was plastered on his face as he cut once more then put the blade away and whipped the blood away to show his new artistic masterpiece. It was written in ancient Egyptian and it said 'Ra save me'
He then looked at his arm and sank to the floor he hadn't meant to wright that, some force must have guided him. Maybe this was a sign? Pff if he believed in signs he would have known long ago that Bakura was no good for him. More blood dripped from his arm and he felt faint but the anger that was in his mind gave him new found power and he slammed the bathroom door open and left the room leaving a trail of blood behind him he looked back and grabbed a razor blade. Malik found Marik in the living room.
"What the fuck do you want?" Marik glared and left his arm alone.
"I'm sick of being treated like shit!" Malik yelled and walked over to the bigger of the two.
Marik smirked as he looked at Malik's collection of new Bakura devotion cuts as he called them. He winced at what the light had wrote maybe this was a cry out to him for help? Marik shook his head when he found violet eyes gazing into his own with pain and hurt and an ever-present anger.
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Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
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Marik laughed simply and went to walk away from the smaller blond when he felt a pain in his back. His hand went to see what was causing the burning pain and with a grunt he pulled a razor out as his own blood coated it. He turned sharply to his light side and glared.
"YOU dare attack ME?" He hissed.
Malik knew he had done something he would mostly not live to regret and backed away a little as his yami held the blade up in his own hand. He roughly grabbed Malik's arm and yanked him forward and moved the blade to the arm. Malik's eyes grew wide with fear as his yami dug the blade in deeper then he himself had ever.
"This"
Another slice
"Is"
Malik begged him to stop.
"What"
Drops of blood stained the floor.
"You"
Malik screamed as Marik dug in again.
"Are"
Marik pulled away and admired the deep blade cuts on his lights arm and laughed. Malik fell to the floor and felt sobs wrack his body along with the deepening pain as blood continued to rush out of his wounds.
Malik looked at the new word that had been craved into his skin and it read 'FOOL'. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he heard the door slam as his yami went out again. Blood seeped out from every cut and he felt his head go dizzy and light and then his vision went into the same dark he felt inside.
TBC..
AN: About time I did another august thing lol and here it is ^_^ I don't own YGO or the song 'Faint' by Linkin Park who rawk! \m/ plz RnR and enjoy!
Faint
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I am a little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
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Malik growled and kicked the wall and was soon aware of a pain rushing up from his toes and to the rest of his leg as he fell to the side in pain. He held his foot and cussed all the cuss words he knew, as he was sure he broke something. But as luck would have it the blond was fine.
He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them and sighed. The room was dark only a few beams of the remaining sunset poured in and flooded over his being. His hair glowed gold as the orange beams basked on him. His tanned skin shone from the light making him seem out of place in the dark room.
His violet eyes seemed to have fire dancing with in them even if a tear did slip from them. He brushed the salty object away with his right hand and continued to fight back the tears. He felt so alone it had been three weeks since he had seen Bakura and it seemed like the demon was trying to avoid him.
Malik had spoken with Ryou a few times and he could tell from the sorry look the young Hikari showed with out knowing it that Bakura had lost interest in him. He grumbled as a tear fell from his eye and dripped onto his arm.
'Was it something I said? Or even done?' he asked himself and looked up at the window sadly.
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Handful of complaints
But I can't help the fact that everybody can see these scars
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Marik snorted as he inspected his Hikari's arms and saw many pink and white lines decorate his tanned skin. Malik winced as his yami yanked his arm closer to inspect the wounds with distaste. Marik shook his head and laughed at the young boy before letting his arm go.
"Foolish boy what could have pissed you off that bad that you had to maim yourself?" He asked and sat back down on the sofa looking at the other.
"Don't want to say" Malik sighed sadly.
Marik leaned back on the sofa and smirked at his light side as he saw him running a finger over the bumps and sighing and looked as if he was trying to fight back another wave of tears. He would never cry in front of the sprit he wasn't in the mood to be insulted.
"Your more trouble then your worth" Marik grunted.
Malik lifted up his head to look at his yami with some confusion. He didn't know that people had started to talk about his arms and blame them on the violent sprit that now had been passed off as his brother.
"I don't know why you haven't killed yourself your not really worth the air you waste to keep your pathetic being alive"
Malik frowned it had been Marik who had stopped him from cutting his veins and ending it. At first the smaller one thought that move was out of kindness but it seemed it was just to keep him alive to insult and hurt more.
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I am what I want you to want
What I want you to feel
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Malik looked at his tear stained face in the mirror and shook his head trying to get the sadness to go away. He had to get over this and the tomb robber if he was ever going to lead his life with out being a ball of tears. He had gotten ready to go out and was wearing his normal gold Jewry.
He shivered from the dark feeling inside him and the glare his yami gave him as he walked passed his door. It was around 9 pm and was chilly outside so the blond pulled on a hoody and put his sneakers on.
He jogged down the stairs and called up to his yami and got a simple 'like I fucking care?' in return for his troubles. He rushed out the house not wanting to be around his yami any longer then he had to that night.
He walked along the dark street hands in his pockets and eyes looking at the floor in front of his feet as he walked to somewhere. He didn't know or care but it seemed he had ended up at a bar. It was lit up with bright neon lights and under the signs were a few tables mostly filled up.
Malik sighed and sat down at an empty one and looked at all the happy couples who had come to enjoy themselves and have a laugh. He looked across the street and into the dark of the allies. He was suddenly aware of another.
He turned around and was greeted by the sight of a smirking white haired tomb robber who was swigging down a bottle of vodka. Malik moved back a little and wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of alcohol that radiated from the sprit of the ring.
"Hay sexy I almost forgot about you" Bakura slurred.
"It's been four weeks!" Malik cried.
"I can make it up to you blonde" Bakura winked and wrapped an arm around Malik's shoulders.
Malik couldn't help the blush that reached his face when he felt Bakura's hand rub his leg under the table. It had been so long since they had done any thing like this that he nodded and let Bakura drag him off to the ally.
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But it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
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Malik grunted as Bakura shoved him against the wall of the ally and started to kiss him deeply. Bakura grinned and pinned the mortals' arms either side of him as his tongue plundered his mouth in a short battle of control that the demon won. Malik felt Bakura's rough hands go up his T-shirt and rub his chest causing a moan of need to be realised.
Bakura leaned his body into the teen and started to rub their hips together to cause a growing need that nether would be able to cure. Malik was trying not to be distracted by the fact Bakura smelt and tasted of vodka. This wasn't real to Bakura for all Malik knew he might have thought it a drunken dream and he would go back to ignoring him when sober.
Malik let a tear slip at the thought of that and this went unnoticed by Bakura who was busy trying to get Malik to kneel. But the blond couldn't take this, it wasn't real love it was a drunks lust for some one with a weakness of needing some one to love.
Malik pulled away panting and tried to push the stronger male away from him but Bakura shoved him to the wall again a look of lust in his eyes. Malik yelped a bit as Bakura joined their lips once more and this time bit into the blonds lip and lapped up the blood happily.
Malik grew hurt and angry and used what strength he had in his arms to shove the demon off him. Bakura glared and looked at the mortal was a disgusted look that stung Malik to the very core of his being. Bakura grunted and drew his hand back and slapped the Egyptian around the face.
Malik cried out in pain and shock and fell to the floor where Bakura kicked him before laughing.
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So I let go watching you
Turn your back like you always do
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Malik curled into a ball on the dirty ally floor as he watched Bakura sneer and walk away from him again. Malik glared at the demons white hair as he walked out the ally and back over to the bar where he soon found another willing subject. The young teen held back a sob as he tried to stand.
He gripped the wall for support and leaned against it shakily as his hand came up to his bashed cheek. He glared full force at the drunken yami that was now kissing a black haired boy who seemed as drunk. Malik spat out some blood on the floor and hobbled out of the ally.
The walk home was painful to say the least even a few passing cars stopped and asked him if he was ok or needed a lift. But the truth was Malik said he didn't want the pity of a stranger or the kindness of some one he would never met again. And the biggest factor was he dreaded them seeing him cry like a moron.
He walked into his silent house and went to his room. He locked his door and jumped on his bed hugging a pillow close and he cried himself into a troubled land of nightmares and mocking dreams of 'what if's
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Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
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Marik banged on the door yelling at the top of his lungs trying to wake the sleeping teen and it worked. Malik blinked and squinted at the alarm clock that read 3.15 he just figured Marik forgot that the microwave wasn't out to get him or that there wasn't a man in the fridge with a flashlight.
"What is it?" Malik called as he pushed a pillow over his head.
"What the fuck did you do to Bakura to get him so pissed off?" Marik yelled and continued to beat the hell out of the door.
Malik sat bolt up right at the mention of the ring bearers name and opened the door to his bashed up yami. Marik had cuts on his face and dripped blood from his arms and from his right leg. Marik shoved Malik out the way and sat on his bed glaring at the teen.
"What happened to you" Malik's eyes widened as his yami lurched in pain.
"Your fucking so called fucking BOYFRIEND fucking kicked me ass!!" Marik literally screamed.
"Why is it my fault!" The light protested.
"He said to me you had better tell your slut of a Hikari that he should do as I say or else I'll do to him what I'm going to do to you" Marik winced at the pain in his arm.
"How did you piss him off?"
"I denied the drunken bastard my body" Malik dead panned.
Marik shook his head and licked away some blood from a cut on his arm. Malik knew not to help since his yami hated that crap it made him feel weak and worthless. But the truth was Marik was all Malik had and the yami only had his Hikari in this world and even if they hated each other they had to deal with the cold facts.
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I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
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Malik was torn up inside with the feelings he was trying to get rid of and trying to get to return to him. He looked at his bleeding yami and pity filled his mind as the sinister blond looked up at Malik with a snarl before turning his back to him to lick his wounds with out a spectator.
"Don't look at me like that" Marik hissed.
"Like what?" Malik blinked.
"With pity!" He spat the words out.
"I'm not one to be pitied you are, you're the sad little fucker who cuts himself. You're the stupid moron who chases after a dream and love not me. I'm the strong one" Marik said simply.
"It's nice to dream" Malik sighed.
Marik snorted in response.
"And your not the picture of STRONG at the moment" Malik smiled weakly at his come back.
Marik growled and leapt off the bed smacking Malik around the back with his good arm. Malik cried out and hit the wall sliding down in pain Malik looked up at his yami who smiled sickly and walked away leaving Malik to his own thoughts and his own pain.
Anger boiled inside the blond as he tried to stand up but settled on all fours. The anger and rage powered up inside him Marik had just pissed him off. He blamed Malik for every thing too much sun too much rain you name it and he even blamed him for sticking up for himself.
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I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
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Malik held his saw arm and stomped down the hall to the bath room where the items of his desire sat gleaming like silver and enchanting him with their promise of a final resting place. He pulled out a razor and brought it up to his arm before slicing. Blood dripped down from the cut as Malik laughed.
He sliced it into his arm again this time deeper. A look of pure contraction was plastered on his face as he cut once more then put the blade away and whipped the blood away to show his new artistic masterpiece. It was written in ancient Egyptian and it said 'Ra save me'
He then looked at his arm and sank to the floor he hadn't meant to wright that, some force must have guided him. Maybe this was a sign? Pff if he believed in signs he would have known long ago that Bakura was no good for him. More blood dripped from his arm and he felt faint but the anger that was in his mind gave him new found power and he slammed the bathroom door open and left the room leaving a trail of blood behind him he looked back and grabbed a razor blade. Malik found Marik in the living room.
"What the fuck do you want?" Marik glared and left his arm alone.
"I'm sick of being treated like shit!" Malik yelled and walked over to the bigger of the two.
Marik smirked as he looked at Malik's collection of new Bakura devotion cuts as he called them. He winced at what the light had wrote maybe this was a cry out to him for help? Marik shook his head when he found violet eyes gazing into his own with pain and hurt and an ever-present anger.
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Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
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Marik laughed simply and went to walk away from the smaller blond when he felt a pain in his back. His hand went to see what was causing the burning pain and with a grunt he pulled a razor out as his own blood coated it. He turned sharply to his light side and glared.
"YOU dare attack ME?" He hissed.
Malik knew he had done something he would mostly not live to regret and backed away a little as his yami held the blade up in his own hand. He roughly grabbed Malik's arm and yanked him forward and moved the blade to the arm. Malik's eyes grew wide with fear as his yami dug the blade in deeper then he himself had ever.
"This"
Another slice
"Is"
Malik begged him to stop.
"What"
Drops of blood stained the floor.
"You"
Malik screamed as Marik dug in again.
"Are"
Marik pulled away and admired the deep blade cuts on his lights arm and laughed. Malik fell to the floor and felt sobs wrack his body along with the deepening pain as blood continued to rush out of his wounds.
Malik looked at the new word that had been craved into his skin and it read 'FOOL'. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he heard the door slam as his yami went out again. Blood seeped out from every cut and he felt his head go dizzy and light and then his vision went into the same dark he felt inside.
TBC..