Malik lifted his head to one side, listening to the fleeting sound of footsteps die off through the hallway. Letting out a ragged sigh, he rose to his feet for what felt like the first time in months. He walked painfully over to the doorway, massaging the aching muscles in his legs. He knew that Yami had been near his room, but he couldn't fathom why he didn't come inside. Yes, the roomed seemed very dark and foreboding, but dark and foreboding things are always at the top of a Yami's agenda. Malik reached a golden finger to his temple and peeled off a fleck of dried blood from earlier. He still could not believe that Yami no Malik had went as far as to stab himself to gain his attention.
" If he wanted my attention, he knew he didn't have to get it by doing that…"
Malik sighed once more, unable to swallow the tightening feeling out of his parched throat. He raised his hands to his handsome face, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He slowly opened the lofty wooden door and searched the dark hallways for any signs of movement. A bright splash of color caught his stare, as he looked down at his bare feet.
The small violets reflected in his matching irises, now brimming with salty tears.