Faint
AN: I'm glad you all liked chap one here is chap 2 ^_^
Faint
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I am a little bit insecure
A little unconfident
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Malik opened his eyes but wished he hadn't as a strong light hit him from above. He closed his eyes and tried to fight back a headache that was starting to claim his mind. Malik was soon aware of deep burning pains all along his arms and other places he never realised had been victim to cuts. He shifted his weight a little as his back burned from pain along with every where else.
He could hear a soft humming that seemed so soft and delicate then he almost cried out was it an angel? Was he dead? Did Marik kill him? No that was silly he had just bleed to death and was in hell right? The sound stopped and he heard a few sounds along with a faint 'beep.. beep'
He opened his eyes gently and gasped he was in a hospital room! He looked around in a slight craze not seeing any one he soon sat up and felt the burning turn into a wild fire of pains and aches. A soft hand rested on his shoulder as Malik looked up and was greeted by concerned brown eyes and long white hair.
"Bakura?" He asked.
The eyes seemed to say sorry as they looked over his injured body. Malik feel back to the bed and more darkness washed over him. Ryou backed away and let the other boy sleep thinking over and over again how lucky he was that he had found Malik before he had bleed to death. He had gone over to Malik's in search of Bakura who had been missing for awhile now and had found the blond.
Ryou sighed as he watched the Egyptian boy sleep in peace he hoped. It was because of Bakura and Marik that Malik was now in this in and out state and heart hurting pain. Ryou sighed sadly and looked at the bandaged arms. He couldn't read the words but deep down he knew one word cried out for help more then any cut that graced his body.
The white haired teen sat back down and watched over the sleeping blond. He himself had never really spoken to Malik or Marik with out Bakura so he felt a little out of place since it should have been he's worthless yami at Malik's side not him. But he was happy he managed to be of some use to the other.
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Cause you don't understand I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
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Malik sat up hugging his knees to chest, which was hard considering a drip had been fitted to him. He really had lost a lot of blood and he was paying for it with lack of movement. He sat there watching Ryou read a book peacefully. Malik cocked his head to one side he had never noticed how pretty Ryou was he was a lot like Bakura only his hair was softer and his eyes showed emotion such as kindness and concern.
Malik hadn't spoken to Ryou in the three hours he had managed to stay awake. He wondered why the fair haired one had stayed with him, he was no concern of his so really why bother? Deep down he was glad Ryou had shown him compassion or even pity. He knew he wouldn't get any off his yami.
The door to the room opened and in walked Bakura followed by Marik who smirked at his light. Malik gulped as he watched his dark side shove Ryou out his chair and sat in his place. Bakura didn't seem to care about his Hikari being shoved around by the blond.
"Hay Malik" Bakura said as if nothing had happened the other night.
Malik said nothing and just watched Ryou move to the other side of the bed to comfort him in case his yami went crazy. Marik glared at Ryou evilly. Malik blinked why was his yami with Bakura if Bakura had beaten the shit out of him?
"Mortal who said you could remain here?"
"I didn't know I had to have permission" Ryou said with honesty.
"Bakura I think your Hikari needs to learn his manners when in front of a yami" Marik laughed cruelly and stood beside a shaking Ryou.
"Yes he does" Bakura nodded.
Marik pushed the weaker of the lights to the wall and pinned his arms by his sides while looking over his frail and delicate form. The blond looked into the deep pools of innocence that his own hikari lacked from even the first moment they had met.
Ryou blinked away unshed tears as Marik gripped his wrists with such pressure he was sure he would need new arms. He felt uncomfortable to say the least under the much taller teen's harsh and examining stare. He closed his eyes and let a sigh leave as the other lessened the pain input to his surly bruised wrists.
"Such a pretty thing" Marik cooed in his ear.
"How the hell did you end up looking like him?" He laughed at Bakura.
"I could say the same blonde"
Marik chose to ignore this comment as he turned back to the beauty in front of him. Malik couldn't believe what his yami was doing to his so-called boyfriend's light side and in all truth Malik felt a pain for the small pale boy. His mind trailed back to the other night and he knew just how he felt.
Malik hated himself, all the time Bakura had ignored him and had only wanted sexual favours from him. But Malik was in love with the tomb robber and that cut deeper then any kick, punch or blade to the skin and just seeing him looking at him with no concern or worry or any thing other then lust ripped him apart.
Malik turned his head and watched his yami kiss the white haired boy with a burning lust that seemed to burn in all the yamis other then Yami Yugi it seemed. Marik pushed a hand up Ryou's shirt as he deepened the kiss and bit the lights lip. Ryou wanted to scream and push the dark side off of him but he knew that would entice the demon into doing far worse.
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I say what you never wanna say
But I've never had a doubt
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Marik and Bakura looked at each other before their lights then their gaze landed on each other. It seemed a conversation ran in their minds with each other far out of reach from the mortals' ears or minds. Bakura laughed a little and looked over to Ryou.
//You want this weakling to bed?// Bakura asked.
/Depends.. Is he broken?/
//Explain..// Bakura was confused by Marik's choice of words.
/Has your aibou lost his virginity?/ The blond asked again.
//No, I think he's scared of girls and boys for that matter// Bakura laughed.
/May I be the one to brake him? Since I'm sure you have taken my lights only innocents/
//Fine take the weakling.. Just don't kill him I don't wish to comment a double suicide with him// Bakura snorted.
/Have it your way Tomb robber../ Marik smirked.
Ryou yelped as the Egyptian pulled him from the room roughly as if he had some where to go and fast. Malik managed to cast Ryou a sorry glance before the teen was dragged out of few. Bakura sat on the bed beside Malik and smiled coldly at him.
"I'm rather sorry about our little 'run in' the other night and not being around for awhile but I had things that had to been.. Seen to" Bakura smirked.
Bakura knew the blond loved him which seemed a very sad thing in the tomb robbers mind considering this stupid mortal had remained so devoted and faithful while he on the other hand had been sleeping with any one who was willing to let him have control. He's dark eyes narrowed on the sniffling teen that sat hugging his knees to his chest.
"Why are you crying?"
"You have no idea do you?" Malik shirked.
"Calm down you fool!" Bakura wasn't in the mood to deal with his over emotional fuck buddy.
"Yes that's right!! I'm a fool!!" Malik yelled again and pulled the drip out of himself and ignored the pain as he stood up.
"I'm a fool alright!! I'm a fool that I hurt myself for you! I'm a fool for being weak just so you had somewhere to shove your manhood! And I was a fool to love you!" Malik was now frantic as he paced along the small room.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I LOVE YOU BAKURA!" He yelled and pulled away a bandage and showed the demon the arm Marik had used to describe him.
"READ IT!" He hissed.
Bakura stood up and frowned at the sudden burst of Malik's old self that he had tried to burn away in hopes of making him like his own submissive and weak hikari. He looked at the words in a tongue he understood.
"Fool" He whispered.
"I love you" Malik repeated and didn't dare look at the other.
"You must love pain and hurt then" Bakura spat.
"Love is such an over rated thing and I thought you might have known that but now I see I was wrong. I thought you understood that all this. Me and you.. It was just for lust" He carried on.
"I didn't want to fall in love but I did and this has been cutting up me and my soul how can you be so cruel?" Maliks own words stung him.
"I don't have time for you!" Bakura growled and left the blood to fall to the floor and cry to himself
~TBC...~
AN: I'm glad you all liked chap one here is chap 2 ^_^
Faint
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I am a little bit insecure
A little unconfident
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Malik opened his eyes but wished he hadn't as a strong light hit him from above. He closed his eyes and tried to fight back a headache that was starting to claim his mind. Malik was soon aware of deep burning pains all along his arms and other places he never realised had been victim to cuts. He shifted his weight a little as his back burned from pain along with every where else.
He could hear a soft humming that seemed so soft and delicate then he almost cried out was it an angel? Was he dead? Did Marik kill him? No that was silly he had just bleed to death and was in hell right? The sound stopped and he heard a few sounds along with a faint 'beep.. beep'
He opened his eyes gently and gasped he was in a hospital room! He looked around in a slight craze not seeing any one he soon sat up and felt the burning turn into a wild fire of pains and aches. A soft hand rested on his shoulder as Malik looked up and was greeted by concerned brown eyes and long white hair.
"Bakura?" He asked.
The eyes seemed to say sorry as they looked over his injured body. Malik feel back to the bed and more darkness washed over him. Ryou backed away and let the other boy sleep thinking over and over again how lucky he was that he had found Malik before he had bleed to death. He had gone over to Malik's in search of Bakura who had been missing for awhile now and had found the blond.
Ryou sighed as he watched the Egyptian boy sleep in peace he hoped. It was because of Bakura and Marik that Malik was now in this in and out state and heart hurting pain. Ryou sighed sadly and looked at the bandaged arms. He couldn't read the words but deep down he knew one word cried out for help more then any cut that graced his body.
The white haired teen sat back down and watched over the sleeping blond. He himself had never really spoken to Malik or Marik with out Bakura so he felt a little out of place since it should have been he's worthless yami at Malik's side not him. But he was happy he managed to be of some use to the other.
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Cause you don't understand I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
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Malik sat up hugging his knees to chest, which was hard considering a drip had been fitted to him. He really had lost a lot of blood and he was paying for it with lack of movement. He sat there watching Ryou read a book peacefully. Malik cocked his head to one side he had never noticed how pretty Ryou was he was a lot like Bakura only his hair was softer and his eyes showed emotion such as kindness and concern.
Malik hadn't spoken to Ryou in the three hours he had managed to stay awake. He wondered why the fair haired one had stayed with him, he was no concern of his so really why bother? Deep down he was glad Ryou had shown him compassion or even pity. He knew he wouldn't get any off his yami.
The door to the room opened and in walked Bakura followed by Marik who smirked at his light. Malik gulped as he watched his dark side shove Ryou out his chair and sat in his place. Bakura didn't seem to care about his Hikari being shoved around by the blond.
"Hay Malik" Bakura said as if nothing had happened the other night.
Malik said nothing and just watched Ryou move to the other side of the bed to comfort him in case his yami went crazy. Marik glared at Ryou evilly. Malik blinked why was his yami with Bakura if Bakura had beaten the shit out of him?
"Mortal who said you could remain here?"
"I didn't know I had to have permission" Ryou said with honesty.
"Bakura I think your Hikari needs to learn his manners when in front of a yami" Marik laughed cruelly and stood beside a shaking Ryou.
"Yes he does" Bakura nodded.
Marik pushed the weaker of the lights to the wall and pinned his arms by his sides while looking over his frail and delicate form. The blond looked into the deep pools of innocence that his own hikari lacked from even the first moment they had met.
Ryou blinked away unshed tears as Marik gripped his wrists with such pressure he was sure he would need new arms. He felt uncomfortable to say the least under the much taller teen's harsh and examining stare. He closed his eyes and let a sigh leave as the other lessened the pain input to his surly bruised wrists.
"Such a pretty thing" Marik cooed in his ear.
"How the hell did you end up looking like him?" He laughed at Bakura.
"I could say the same blonde"
Marik chose to ignore this comment as he turned back to the beauty in front of him. Malik couldn't believe what his yami was doing to his so-called boyfriend's light side and in all truth Malik felt a pain for the small pale boy. His mind trailed back to the other night and he knew just how he felt.
Malik hated himself, all the time Bakura had ignored him and had only wanted sexual favours from him. But Malik was in love with the tomb robber and that cut deeper then any kick, punch or blade to the skin and just seeing him looking at him with no concern or worry or any thing other then lust ripped him apart.
Malik turned his head and watched his yami kiss the white haired boy with a burning lust that seemed to burn in all the yamis other then Yami Yugi it seemed. Marik pushed a hand up Ryou's shirt as he deepened the kiss and bit the lights lip. Ryou wanted to scream and push the dark side off of him but he knew that would entice the demon into doing far worse.
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I say what you never wanna say
But I've never had a doubt
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Marik and Bakura looked at each other before their lights then their gaze landed on each other. It seemed a conversation ran in their minds with each other far out of reach from the mortals' ears or minds. Bakura laughed a little and looked over to Ryou.
//You want this weakling to bed?// Bakura asked.
/Depends.. Is he broken?/
//Explain..// Bakura was confused by Marik's choice of words.
/Has your aibou lost his virginity?/ The blond asked again.
//No, I think he's scared of girls and boys for that matter// Bakura laughed.
/May I be the one to brake him? Since I'm sure you have taken my lights only innocents/
//Fine take the weakling.. Just don't kill him I don't wish to comment a double suicide with him// Bakura snorted.
/Have it your way Tomb robber../ Marik smirked.
Ryou yelped as the Egyptian pulled him from the room roughly as if he had some where to go and fast. Malik managed to cast Ryou a sorry glance before the teen was dragged out of few. Bakura sat on the bed beside Malik and smiled coldly at him.
"I'm rather sorry about our little 'run in' the other night and not being around for awhile but I had things that had to been.. Seen to" Bakura smirked.
Bakura knew the blond loved him which seemed a very sad thing in the tomb robbers mind considering this stupid mortal had remained so devoted and faithful while he on the other hand had been sleeping with any one who was willing to let him have control. He's dark eyes narrowed on the sniffling teen that sat hugging his knees to his chest.
"Why are you crying?"
"You have no idea do you?" Malik shirked.
"Calm down you fool!" Bakura wasn't in the mood to deal with his over emotional fuck buddy.
"Yes that's right!! I'm a fool!!" Malik yelled again and pulled the drip out of himself and ignored the pain as he stood up.
"I'm a fool alright!! I'm a fool that I hurt myself for you! I'm a fool for being weak just so you had somewhere to shove your manhood! And I was a fool to love you!" Malik was now frantic as he paced along the small room.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I LOVE YOU BAKURA!" He yelled and pulled away a bandage and showed the demon the arm Marik had used to describe him.
"READ IT!" He hissed.
Bakura stood up and frowned at the sudden burst of Malik's old self that he had tried to burn away in hopes of making him like his own submissive and weak hikari. He looked at the words in a tongue he understood.
"Fool" He whispered.
"I love you" Malik repeated and didn't dare look at the other.
"You must love pain and hurt then" Bakura spat.
"Love is such an over rated thing and I thought you might have known that but now I see I was wrong. I thought you understood that all this. Me and you.. It was just for lust" He carried on.
"I didn't want to fall in love but I did and this has been cutting up me and my soul how can you be so cruel?" Maliks own words stung him.
"I don't have time for you!" Bakura growled and left the blood to fall to the floor and cry to himself
~TBC...~