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Cries of pain could be heard in the alleyway. There were resounding crashes and thumps and if this had been a nice neighborhood someone would have called the police. Here people just covered their ears and waited for it to stop. The noises ended abruptly and Marik strode out, a scowl obscuring his features.
His hikari wanted him to go away. It wasn't Malik's decision. Marik was the one in charge not Malik. His leaving had nothing to do with his hikari. He was leaving because... because he'd gotten bored with living in Domino. He wanted to get away, as far away as possible. This would be so much more fun if he had someone else with him though. No, don't think about Malik. Think about someone else, the pharaoh maybe. No, thinking of Pharaoh-sama just made him angry. What about Bakura and his worthless little runt? What was the idiot's name again? Oh yeah, Ryou.
That's it, he would think about when Bakura had stood up to him and he could stop thinking about Malik. Malik screaming for mercy at his feet. Malik crying again after another one of his beatings. Malik saying he hated him. Malik... argh!! He had to find something else to do.
Let's think, what do the stupid mortals do when they don't want to think? They drink lots of that alcohol stuff. Okay, first get away from here, then go get stone cold drunk. Marik grabbed his motorcycle from where he'd left it leaning against the wall and roared off.
Don't think about Malik. Don't think about Malik. Don't think about Malik. Don't think about Malik. Don't think about Malik. Don't think about Malik. Marik repeated the mantra in his head over and over again. Don't think about Malik. Don't think about hitting Malik. Don't think about the wonderful sensation of the echoed pain. Don't think about the way Malik looked after Marik had finished with him. Ah!! DON'T THINK ABOUT MALIK!!! I really need to get drunk.
Marik brought the motorcycle screeching to a halt outside the first bar he saw and stormed inside. He grabbed a bottle from behind the counter and gulped it down, ignoring the bouncer who had seen him and was coming to throw him out. The man's huge hand grabbed his wrist and Marik just sent him to the shadow realm without thinking.
He grabbed another bottle and drank that too still trying desperately not to think about his stupid, wimpy, idiot, weak, cute, wait a second, he did NOT just think that Malik was cute. He couldn't have thought that. He must have just overheard someone's conversation and, yeah. Malik was not cute, he was hot. NO!! He didn't think that either. This was all some delusion brought on by drinking too much alcohol.
Marik banged his head against the counter and stumbled out, grabbing another bottle on the way. He was now thoroughly drunk and no closer to forgetting his problems than he had been before. He grabbed his cycle again and roared off, trying to get as far away as possible as if physical distance could help him get Malik out of his mind. The cycle was moving way too fast. Other drivers had to swerve to avoid him and he must have started at least five accidents already. The police would be coming after him but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting his hikari out of his head. He rode and drank, trying to kill the pain and forget.