AN. Okay, as I said on my bio I won't be posting for a while after this so I'm trying to get these out as quickly as possible.
Disclaimer: Whatever I own it doesn't include Yugioh
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Coming back to you
Malik was curled up in a miserable ball on Ryou's couch. He knew it wasn't polite to ignore your friends when they invited you over but Ryou wouldn't care. Come to think about it he was probably doing the same. After losing their yamis neither of the two were exactly chipper. He almost thought that Ryou had invited him over as much to have someone to share his misery with as anything else. It was unfair to Ryou to think that but at least it kept his mind off other things for a while.
If he thought about Ryou he could avoid thinking about his yami. Of course it didn't work for long because whenever he thought about Ryou his thoughts went automatically to Bakura and the first time they'd seen each other. Bakura had practically ordered him to give up the Millenium Rod and he'd said no because that would mean losing his yami. But he'd lost him after all hadn't he? And this time it was all his fault. There was no one else to blame for his yami's leaving but him.
Malik's eyes stung but he refused to even think about wiping them. That would be admitting that he was crying and he wasn't going to cry again. His yami wasn't worth his tears, he'd been told that over and over again by scores of well-meaning friends. Even Yugi didn't seem to understand and Yugi had Yami. The only one who knew what he was going through was Ryou and Ryou couldn't help him because he had the same problem.
'Why had they left?' he wondered, for what must have been at least the thousandth time. 'They didn't have to leave. No one wanted them to leave, people actually accepted them as nothing particularly strange, and they'd made a truce with Yami.' Admittedly their relations with the pharaoh were still somewhat strained but they were quite friendly considering that they had been trying to kill each other not too long ago.
Thinking of Yami (anything to get his mind off Marik) Yami had gone off somewhere hadn't he? And Yugi was with him of course. The pair were inseparable. Like he'd thought he and Marik were. Apparently he'd been wrong though. Marik had left and he was left here, a miserable excuse for the bouncy hikari he used to be. Even what Marik had done to him had never been able to break his spirit.
Wouldn't Marik be laughing if he could see him now? He'd always been proud of how strong he was and had yelled that Marik would never be able to break him. And now he had turned into a nervous wreck. His yami had broken him by leaving in a way he never would have been able to otherwise.
At least he had one consolation, and one that Ryou didn't share. Marik hadn't said he wasn't coming back, in fact he'd left saying that he wouldn't be back for a while. He'd said it would be a month, maybe more. But, Malik thought that if his yami was planning to come back he wasn't showing any signs of it. Normally Marik wouldn't go away at all, but on the few occasions when he had he'd always kept contact with Malik.
Malik had never been this alone before. He'd always had Marik in the back of his head. Of course most of the time he had been making snide comments or insulting him but even though that wasn't really fun he'd still gotten used to it. And once you got used to having someone chattering at you all the time you missed it when they suddenly stopped. Plus the feeling of being a whole person was gone. He knew from his conversations with normal people that everyone felt as though they weren't complete.
Most people never found their soulmate and he counted himself lucky that he'd found his so easily. Admittedly he had had to go through the whole ordeal of having the pharaoh's memories carved into his back but in trade for his yami? That was a cheep price to pay for finding someone who most people never did. Even his yami's brutality had been bearable. His absence was not.
Malik had been wallowing in his grief for several hours when he suddenly felt a touch on his mind. Marik had let down his defenses. Malik wasn't one to let this kind of opportunity pass by. He grabbed for him and once he had caught him he held on as tightly as he could. Don't leave me again. Please, don't leave me alone. he begged.
He knew that it was an old and clichéd thing to say but he didn't care. It was how he felt and it was with baited breath that he waited for an answer. There was the mental impression of a disgusted snort. You're the one who wanted me to go in the first place. Why would you want me back?
Malik was stunned. His yami actually thought that he wouldn't want him back?! How could he? Please, Malik pleaded hysterically, Please don't go. As if in answer Marik pulled his mind away from Malik and firmly sealed him out again. The walls fell into place with a sickening thud; and Malik felt even lower than he had before.
This meant he wasn't coming back. He'd said as much this time. But he had to come back, he just had to! Marik couldn't leave him alone like this. Not again. 'Please don't let him leave me alone again.' Malik begged, even though he knew it would do no good. Nothing could make Marik change his mind. Well, nothing except Bakura. The two of them had a weird bond that no one had been able to figure out. It was probably because they were both insane though. And because they both shared an insatiable lust for blood.
But that wouldn't do him any good now. A few times in the past he'd been able to bribe Bakura into helping him with Marik but they were both gone now. His sister might have helped but she was off somewhere with the pharaoh and Rishid was back home in Egypt taking care of the home underground where they'd lived most of their lives. There was no one there for him and no way to get any of them back.