Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. This is non-yaoi.
It's okay.
That's what I tell myself as I hear the heavy footsteps of my yami coming up the stairwell. My fists are sweaty, and I have a long cut on my cheek where I was beaten up today. Not by my yami, but instead by Malik. I'm his new punching bag, ever since he gave up on Yugi. Yami beat him up. Now, Malik is harming me, saying that I'm a weakling and I need to toughen up, and he's doing it because my yami doesn't beat me anymore. But Bakura doesn't know yet.
He's closer now, I can hear his heavy breathing outside the door. The doorknob starts to rattle. I stand my ground in the middle of the room, scared, but determined to get Malik back. And I couldn't do that by myself. Oh, I could try, but I would be the one who would end up with a broken neck, not him. But not tonight. Tonight he would get the beating of his life.
My yami opens the door, and immediately his eyes widen in alarm to find my standing in the middle of the room, looking placid as he approaches. I lift my chin up in an effect to portray the scratch that Malik gave me more obviously. There's only thing I know about my yami. He'll always protect me. When Tristan thought I was trying to steal his girlfriend, though that was absurd, threatened to beat me up, yami taught him some things. ^_^ Tristan never bothers me anymore. Not that it's a good thing... since he is Yugi's friend. But Yugi, Tea and Joey are still my friends, surprisingly, though Tristan wants nothing to do with me and has made it clear.
Bakura comes in, eyeing me suspiciously. Looking me up and down. Not missing a thing. The single drop of blood mixed into my sweaty palms from where I had cut myself trying to escape from Malik this afternoon. The fact that I was in different clothes than I had set out in this morning. Those clothes were in a pile by my bed, ripped up. Alcohol was heavy on his breath, and it made me tremble with fear. God knows there's nothing scarier than a drunken yami. Not even the Shadow Realm. Not even Yami Marik. I'd rather spend a whole day with him than suffer one beating from my yami after using alcohol.
His eyes suddenly flash as he noticed the thick, pink scratch going from the corner of my eye almost to my chin.
"Hikari, who did this to you?" he asks, his voice gruff, though I can tell he cares. I was his hikari. His light. Without me, he would die. I knew so. He had told me. That was why he protected me; he feared for his life. That was also why he never beat me anymore, for fear of accidentally going to far, and killing me, thus killing himself.
"M-Malik," I stutter, afraid of my yami still, just a bit. "Malik Ishtar."
Bakura nods, looking thoughtful. "Right. Malik..." he looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins at me. "You won't have to worry about him anymore, okay?" I smile gratefully, relief obvious in my face.
"Okay." Grumbling, my yami starts to leave, when I catch him off guard. "Wait," I say, eyes shining with hope. "Hold on." My yami spins around.
"What?" he asks. I quickly rush in to give him a hug.
"Thank you." Then I let go, and sat down at my desk, again working on my English essay. My yami mutters some inaudible things, but I don't care. I truly am grateful.
An hour later, I have finished my light amount of homework and I am stretching out on my bed. There's a window above it, and I open it, knowing what comes next.
I lie down and get ready for the audio show. And five minutes later, I hear them.
The screams.
Agonizing, loud, and painful.
And they're coming out of Malik's mouth. I wince, but a sad smile plays upon my lips. Malik will never bother me again, I tell myself as I turn over. Malik will never bother me again.
It's okay.
That's what I tell myself as I hear the heavy footsteps of my yami coming up the stairwell. My fists are sweaty, and I have a long cut on my cheek where I was beaten up today. Not by my yami, but instead by Malik. I'm his new punching bag, ever since he gave up on Yugi. Yami beat him up. Now, Malik is harming me, saying that I'm a weakling and I need to toughen up, and he's doing it because my yami doesn't beat me anymore. But Bakura doesn't know yet.
He's closer now, I can hear his heavy breathing outside the door. The doorknob starts to rattle. I stand my ground in the middle of the room, scared, but determined to get Malik back. And I couldn't do that by myself. Oh, I could try, but I would be the one who would end up with a broken neck, not him. But not tonight. Tonight he would get the beating of his life.
My yami opens the door, and immediately his eyes widen in alarm to find my standing in the middle of the room, looking placid as he approaches. I lift my chin up in an effect to portray the scratch that Malik gave me more obviously. There's only thing I know about my yami. He'll always protect me. When Tristan thought I was trying to steal his girlfriend, though that was absurd, threatened to beat me up, yami taught him some things. ^_^ Tristan never bothers me anymore. Not that it's a good thing... since he is Yugi's friend. But Yugi, Tea and Joey are still my friends, surprisingly, though Tristan wants nothing to do with me and has made it clear.
Bakura comes in, eyeing me suspiciously. Looking me up and down. Not missing a thing. The single drop of blood mixed into my sweaty palms from where I had cut myself trying to escape from Malik this afternoon. The fact that I was in different clothes than I had set out in this morning. Those clothes were in a pile by my bed, ripped up. Alcohol was heavy on his breath, and it made me tremble with fear. God knows there's nothing scarier than a drunken yami. Not even the Shadow Realm. Not even Yami Marik. I'd rather spend a whole day with him than suffer one beating from my yami after using alcohol.
His eyes suddenly flash as he noticed the thick, pink scratch going from the corner of my eye almost to my chin.
"Hikari, who did this to you?" he asks, his voice gruff, though I can tell he cares. I was his hikari. His light. Without me, he would die. I knew so. He had told me. That was why he protected me; he feared for his life. That was also why he never beat me anymore, for fear of accidentally going to far, and killing me, thus killing himself.
"M-Malik," I stutter, afraid of my yami still, just a bit. "Malik Ishtar."
Bakura nods, looking thoughtful. "Right. Malik..." he looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins at me. "You won't have to worry about him anymore, okay?" I smile gratefully, relief obvious in my face.
"Okay." Grumbling, my yami starts to leave, when I catch him off guard. "Wait," I say, eyes shining with hope. "Hold on." My yami spins around.
"What?" he asks. I quickly rush in to give him a hug.
"Thank you." Then I let go, and sat down at my desk, again working on my English essay. My yami mutters some inaudible things, but I don't care. I truly am grateful.
An hour later, I have finished my light amount of homework and I am stretching out on my bed. There's a window above it, and I open it, knowing what comes next.
I lie down and get ready for the audio show. And five minutes later, I hear them.
The screams.
Agonizing, loud, and painful.
And they're coming out of Malik's mouth. I wince, but a sad smile plays upon my lips. Malik will never bother me again, I tell myself as I turn over. Malik will never bother me again.