MARS

YAY! 30 reviews! Never actually thought about getting at least 10. ^_^ Speaking of reviews, you could read and review my friend's story, "Love, Your Assassin." I was the only one to review it lately, and people haven't been reading it too much... so... you could all encourage her by reading her story ^_^ Well, anyway, I'm goin on a field trip! Yeah... to some stupid college right around the corner from me, but an hour away from the school=. It's the teen arts festival and stuff. Well, at least I won't be in science! ^_^ Can't stand that class... so many annoying, immature brats in there. Anyway, I started typin my other fanfic that I wanted to do... but a lil hesitant bout posting it though... yeah... Well, I don't own Yuu-Gi-Oh, nor MARS, nor the title of my chapters. Oh yeah, spoilers too. Oh! About that manga "Juvenile Orion," I think my friend's friend has that book, but I didn't read it... and I don't wanna bother my friend to ask her friend that I could borrow it... ^_^U

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Let Me Be With You

She stood by the lot, her book bag resting on her knees. "Nee-chan, aren't you coming inside?" Ryou asked, as he slowly walked backwards toward the school.

"I am... Just... waiting for Malik," she replied, her face blushing as she said the name.

"Oh..." was all he said as he completely turned himself around and headed toward the school.

It was official. Malik and Anzu were now a couple. After the second and third kiss they shared that previous night, it was clear the two were now dating. Anzu still blush at that fact. 'Malik...' she thought as a loud rumbling sound neared her.

Anzu turned around, only to see Malik pulling up in the lot on his motorcycle. He took off his helmet, brushing the hair from his face by swaying his head. "Want to go for a quick ride?" he asked slyly.

"After school. I even brought my pair of jeans like you said," Anzu replied with a smile on her face.

The two walked together in the classroom. Malik took his seat, only to have someone's foot occupying it. "You bastard. The only reason you're here is because she made you come," Jou said, his voice somewhat frustrated.

"Heh heh... something like that," he replied goofily, waiting for the foot to leave his seat.

Anzu watched the two from the door before entering. A small tap on her back caught her attention. She turned around, being greeted by the tall, blonde classmate of hers.

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"I'm really happy for you that Malik's back," Mai said, leaning on the rail of the stairs. "I thought he would have dropped out after what happened, but that's your power right? You went to his place, didn't you?"

"Yeah... me and Ryou. We all went to the museum,"

"What!? The museum?! You don't have to hid anything... You went there, and nothing happened?"

Anzu looked down shyly. 'Was something suppose to happen...?'

"You guys at least kissed, right?"

"We... we did. But I... Didn't know when to breathe so I um... fainted..."

"And... what exactly did he say?" Mai's expression was in disbelief. 'She messed up on a kiss!? And they STILL didn't do IT!?"

"He said, 'You dummy!'"

Mai sighed, crossing her arms. "I can't believe he would flip out over a kiss. After dogging every girl in sight. I guess he's shy when he's serious..."

'Serious...? That's what... Jou kinda said before...'

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"You guys only kissed?! Did your breath stink or something?" the surprised Jou cried to his friend.

"I just... feel like some beast around Anzu..." Malik replied, his face a little faint.

"You're always a beast..."

"But then I got all nervous when I was about to kiss her,"

"Nervous, eh? The guys who claims to be the King of Eros, the walking sex organ and Demon himself, the-"

"SHIT! Hope I'm not regressing!"

"Hey, Ishtar!" a faint voice called out from the door.

Malik and Jou walked over there, greeting a boy with curly, black hair. "Is it true you beat up Rashid?"

"Rashid...?" Malik echoed, trying to register the name in his head. 'Where have I heard that before...?'

"Um... the guy who tied you up," Jou whispered to his friend's ear.

"Oh! You mean that sadist?"

As if having perfect timing, the upperclassman came from out of the bathroom, standing before the three other boys. He eyed the boy up and down. Malik had his fist balled in his pocket, just in case of another 'incident.' "Sorry for being all sadistic..." he said blurted it out.

"Do you want to keep going?" Malik asked, still having his fisted balled.

"No, you?"

"Not really. I already did what I had to do. I may have even went a little too far..."

"So, you're not made at me anymore?" Rashid spat out, his hand grasping onto the other's wrist, as he himself felt like a joyous school girl.

"I hope you'd washed your hands when you came out of there..."

"We're going to jump the guys from eastside next week? Want to come?!"

"Nah, I can't..."

"Aww, why not?"

Malik tuned out Rashid voice, as he saw Ryuuji approaching him. He left the other senior, who was still arguing, not noticing Malik left.

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"Anzu told me the story about the drawing..." Ryuuji said, looking out the window. "I feel... really bad about it. No wonder you were so angry," He turned himself to Malik, lowering his head. "You think I'm despicable, don't you? You even said before... that you don't feel anything for my drawings..." His head met Malik's level, the same bleak look on his face as he did so. "You're absolutely right. No one knows my limitations better than I. But everyone keeps expecting so much from me. They think it's a given that I'll keep winning and go to an art school. I had to do it... for my future."

As much as Ryuuji explained the hardships and pressure of his talent, Malik only shrugged off his words. "Whatever. I can care less about your future,"

Any normal person would weep over what he's being forced to do, Ryuuji thought. But Malik... it was expected he would reply differently. "You don't understand the pressure of all there expectations. Someone like you does whatever he wants,"

"So, what will you draw next?" Malik questioned. "It must be really tough... to have everyone expect so much from you,"

'Does he... actually understand...? Understand... what I'm going through?'

His replied was a let down, though. "But, it does matter," he said bluntly. "If it gets too tough..." a smirk appeared of his face then. "... You could always steal another sketch." With that remark said, Malik headed to his class, leaving his senior in dismay.

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Is that all I could really do? The pressure... the pressure from everyone else. I can't even get them right... I always mess up when they keep pushing me forward. But... I can't steal another one again! But I can't take the pressure, I can't take their demands... It's all I'm really good for... How can I get out if such a dilemma...? How can I... end the pressure...? End their voices... end their demands... end their expectations... end the future dreams they wanted... end their...

"Are you going to college...?" Malik asked, as his sweaty body relaxed on the basketball court's cement.

"No... I'm getting a job," Anzu replied, sitting next to Malik, munching on her lunch.

"How come? You draw so well,"

"Well... I have to take care of Ryou and make sure he goes to college. My grandparents can't send us money forever,"

"Your grandparents...?"

"Yeah, they live in Kyouto. Baa-sama sends us money every week. I save half of what we receive, for emergencies. And when I get a job, I will pay for Ryou's college funds and use the money in the mail for bills and food and clothing... I have to use it all wisely,"

'Why is she getting money from her grandparents of all people...? Something must be seriously wrong with her family,' "I see..." he replied, not wanting to push in further with the conversation. "My father keeps pushing me to go to college. There's no point in going to school again,"

"Why don't you want to go to college?"

"I want to make a living riding my motorcycle,"

'I wish... I can be free like that... just riding around, with no care in the world... just doing something you truly love... something you can do to be truly free...'

"... And you don't need to know formulas or grammar to race."

"Is riding... that much fun?"

"It's almost like a drug to me. I'm racing in the 8-Endurance this year,"

"8-Endurance?" Anzu echoed in a questioning voice, confused of the term.

"The Suzuka 8-Endurance Race,"

"You're racing for 8 hours on a bike?"

"Pretty much. But not by myself of course. I'll be switching off with my partner,"

"Isn't that... dangerous?"

"Yeah, 180 miles an hour." He turned his head around, seeing the shock look on her face. He smiled. "Don't look like that... I'm not a crazy rider,"

'You could have fooled me...'

A loud THUMP was heard from Malik's head, while a basketball bounced a couple of times on top of it. He turned around, looking for the attacker. "What the hell was that for, Jou!?"

"What are you guys snuggling for? You make me sick, y'know!?" Jou yelled.

Malik turned his attention to the blushing, startled girl beside him. "Jealous guys... aren't they annoying?" he asked, the question intended to his friend.

"Who's jealous!?"

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"Hey look!" a girl said to her friend, pointing to the top of the school.

"Hmmm?" the other replied, turning upward toward the finger's direction.

"On the roof. Someone's... Oh my god!"

Hands gripped tightly around the metal bars. He inhaled deeply. 'To end the pressure and their expectations... to take away this burden...' he repeated to himself. He slowly let the air exhaled from his mouth. 'Is to jump in that green sea below...' He let go of the bar, letting his body loose in the air. He felt light, actually, before he noticed the black seeping in his eyes, just before he heard a distance scream from an observer.

Malik, Anzu, and Jou turned to the direction of the horrifying cry. They ran toward the crowd of students. "What happened?!" Jou asked, his voice a little shaky from whatever frighten them.

"Ryu-Ryuuji! Fr-from th-the roof!" a girl replied, fright spoken throughout her stuttering words.

Finally clicking in, Jou's heart skipped a few beats. "Is... is he dead?"

"I don't know! He just...!"

"Go get the damn teacher! HURRY!"

Anzu and Malik looked at the others checking the attempted boy. "Oh... no..."Anzu mumbled. "What... was he thinking?"

"GET AN AMBULANCE!"

'The screaming... the noise of the sirens... him... his limped body laying helplessly on the ground... me...'

Malik's breathing increased, taking in deeper gasps at every second. His body coiled up as flashbacks flew in his head. He stared at the body. 'The same way... the same... way...'

Malik!

'The... same way...

"Malik!"

'...same way...'

"MALIK!" Anzu cried louder, shaking his tensed arm, hoping the event yesterday wouldn't happen.

Malik turned to the frighten, frail voice which cried out his name. '...Same way...' The sweat washed down his face. It was obvious to Anzu that it would happen again. "Malik... are you alright...?" 'Please Malik... don't do that again...' she pleaded in her mind.

He stared at her for a moment. 'Who...?' His eyes soften, realizing who the voice belong to. 'Anzu...' His sweet Anzu, the worry filling up in her eyes, the same face that always tamed his temper. '... How someone have so much control of me...' He rested his head on top of hers, pulling her closer. "I'm okay." he said with a smile. "I'm alright... So stop making that face... Anzu."

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I thought... he was going to pass out again.

I heard he was alive, but will have to be in the hospital for two months... Ryuuji-senpai...

"Why in the world would he try to kill himself?" Jou asked, after the previous day settled.

Malik's face yesterday... all the blood left his face. It was the same as he passed out the other day...'

"I think... Malik's sick." Anzu said finally, her statement coming from out of the blue. The worry filled her face again, though she wasn't on the verge of crying.

"Sick?"

"Not sick like that... more like a psychological thing. Did Malik ever talked to you about it?"

"Not that I know of..." Jou replied, scratching the back of his head. "So he's neurotic...? Wonder what part of his head he could pick at to set him off..."

"I know he's strong... But no matter how strong someone is, one part will always be the weakest..."

"What part of him do you think is frail?"

~You're Marik, aren't you?~

~Of course, we're twins... Here, I'll show you~

"Maybe it has something to do with his younger brother's death..."

"Malik has a brother!?" the muddled Jou asked. His face displayed confusion, something Anzu wouldn't expect.

"You didn't... know?"

"I never heard of Malik having a younger brother, much less that he died."

'He haven't even told Jou... it must be something serious...'

~So how is he doing now?~

~He's dead~

~Shut that damn sound off!"!~

'I can't ask about it... I can't get any closer to the truth... about Marik,"

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"Ah, Malik!" a man called out, waving at the blonde Egyptian. Malik walked over to his direction. "You seem well. I'm happy to see you,"

Malik peeked through a door beside him. "That girl in there..." he began. "She won't draw?"

"No, she just arrived at the center not so long ago. She's autistic, and can't do anything on her own," the man replied. "Drawing is an outlet for self-expression. We're hoping she'll at least be able to hold a brush, but it'll take some time,"

Malik and the other man walked around the halls of the institute. "You're drawings are still here as well,"

"Those aren't drawings," Malik scoffed. He smirked. "I was just slapping on color,"

"Color is a form of expression too." The man turned to Malik, knowing there was a reason he came back. "Did something happened?" he asked, his tone more serious that before.

Malik glanced at him, his eyes taking in the cold from between the two. "You lied to me..." His head completely turned to the other. "I'm not better,"

"Malik..." he trailed off. He sighed, looking out the window as he recalled the past. "When you first arrived her, you were in terrible condition. But with medication and a lot of counseling, you managed to reach a normal state. Once we considered you to be stable, we discharged you,"

"But I heard him... I heard his snickering in the back of my mind... I'm NOT stabled. I almost broke someone's fingers and drown someone else..."

The man pushed up the bridge of his glasses. "Malik, psychological injuries are different from physical. It's not about getting better or getting worse. It's about how to over come them... You were stabled enough to stop yourself, right?"

Malik didn't reply, he listened to the voice stuck in his head.

It's your fault... all of it is. And that anger you held, only made me to become stronger. You're only weak and pathetic... nothing else. Heh heh.... It's going to come soon... when you snap... You're going to wish you were still back in this Psychotherapy Ward...

"Do you still think..." the man said, breaking through the thoughts Malik had. "... You are responsible for your brother's death?"

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Wow! 15 pages! ^_^ I would have post this up sooner... but this chick was mad tired... so I got my sleep on for... five hours, ate dinner, went back to sleep, woke up again to watch adult swim, and slept, only to wake up at 6:37 to get ready for school. Yup... my head was hurtin, so I tried to sleep it off, but it didn't work. I almost fell asleep while takin a shower... even when I was walkin to the bathroom. Ooh! Baka saw her crush today! (couldn't yesterday because I was on a field trip) If yall knew me.. You wouldn't expect me to have a crush... I act too "boyish" though I don't all the time... Well, anyway, I saw him today! ^_^ But... too bad he doesn't like me ^_^U No one does, so... I guess it doesn't bother me much... if only I was girly and pretty, he MIGHT notice me. And he has his hair in cornrolls too! *sighs all happily* Well... he's a senior, while I'm a dumb ol' sophomore... so yeah... He's in my lunch too ^_^ Well, anywayz... enough with Baka's "love life" (not like I have one... don't even have a life) I want some manga without romance. I'm sick of gettin the sappy romance ones which makes me jealous and cry because I know no one will like mee! (not like I want those no good guys to like me anyway) Oh! I should be gettin the next SJ really soon! Yay! Well, I'm typin too much. Next chapters will be REALLY hard, cuz I gotta describe some dumb motorcycle race... er... I mean... Go Motorcycle Race! Well, later.