Okay, for anyone confused: Things have gone bad. Yami Malik (or Marik as he is sometimes called) is stalking Malik. He is just insane. That is why Malik is scared. They are in separate bodies. Plus, I fixed the part about the separate houses. This is the last chapter so I hope you love it! RRE!
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I rubbed my temples. They ached so much. I sat at the desk in my room. Seemingly piles of homework laid before me. Your strong hands enveloped my neck. I jumped slightly in surprised, but then tried to ease my tenseness. "How did you get in-"
Your fingers pressed into my neck. "Oh, my little tenshi. Why are you so tight?" you whispered into my ear.
"No reason, yami. I ... I just had a bad day," I quickly replied. Your hands began to work down my spine, kneading out all of the knots in my muscles. I moaned with pleasure. You responded by slowly massaging lower. I did not mind. My hands dropped from my temples and onto the chair's armrests. I smiled and closed my eyes.
Please take my pain away ...
You wrapped your arm around my chest. The massage stopped. Your whole body seemed to lean on me. I tilted my head back so that I could feel your breath. It was warm and very smooth. Your other hand had made its way down to my belly button. It felt like you were hugging me. I sighed heavily. Your hands slid down onto my crotch. I was still trapped in your trance. You bent closer and bit my ear.
"Malik-chan, your mine," I heard in the distance. Your hand stroked my cock. My eyes opened. You still held me in an embrace. But, now you were smiling evilly. I was held firmly against you as your fingers fondled my groin. I snapped back into reality. My hand shot down to your wrist. I gripped it and threw you off of me.
You stepped back. I could hear you chuckle. "What's wrong?" you mocked. I stood up abruptly. The door was open behind you.
"I need to-" I began.
"Need to leave," you finished. "Like always." I looked down at the floor trying to avoid your judging eyes. Surely, they would be piercing deep into me. I felt like I was being harpooned. I rushed past you and out the door. The hallway was empty except for a small table. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Your footsteps followed.
Stay away ...
I absent-mindedly opened the refrigerator. Your shadow fell on me. I spun around to find you standing several inches away from me. How could be so near? "Why?" I blurted out.
You cocked your head. "Why what?"
"Why ... why must you ... why must you always be around!?" My stance turned from a scared one to one of anger. "Why must you follow me!? I try to ignore it, but I can't any longer! You know I love you. But, leave me alone!"
I could tell that there was a touch of surprise on your face. It did not last long. Your lips curled into a smirk. It was a grin that an adult would give to a child when the kid did not understand something. "But, aibo, I loooove you." Your eyelids fluttered flirtingly. This was all a game to you. I could not stand it anymore.
Quickly, I stepped away from you. "Are you having fun!?" I yelled. "What is your problem!?"
Your smile grew and you put your hands on your hips. "I know you love me." How could you be like this? You were my yami, my other half. In other words, me. But, somehow I can always feel an evil around you. You are so complex, so different than me, so sexy. I used to run my hands all over your bronze skin. Your gold jewelry would gleam and look like mercury against your flesh. I loved how toned your muscles were. You were so fiery in everyway. It sometimes scared me. I could never resist your truly promiscuous nature.
You shifted your weight to get closer to me. Your hand reached out and encircled my waist. Somehow your lips caught mine. We kissed gently but then your tongue began to snake around in my mouth. I genuinely enjoyed it. However, my anger resurfaced. My thoughts broke away from you.
I put my hands onto your chest and pushed hard. You stumbled backwards. After regaining your balance, you looked up at me. You were confused. I was panting lightly from the kiss. Fear was reaping my mind. No, it was rage that was controlling my thoughts. I would separate you from me. My body was slightly hunched over. I took another step back and straightened up.
I will end this ...
Steadily, I slid my hand into my pocket. Your eyes stayed on mine, but I could tell you wanted to see what I was doing. I clenched the handgrip of the gun that still sat in my pocket. It was warm from lying against my body for countless days. I easily pulled it out through my pocket's opening and into the air that it had been begging for. The cool metal flashed under the kitchen's light.
I drew the gun up my front and to my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. I nestled its barrel right beneath my jaw, as if I knew the perfect place to put it. My pulse throbbed in my ears. I could feel it pounded through the gun. My fixation was still set on you.
Your brow furrowed and your always-there grin remained. You breathed innately. "You wouldn't," you stated dully with an eyebrow raised.
My brain was begging for the welcoming pain of the bullet. Screams echoed through my mind. I was crazy. No, you were the one who was crazy. You were the one who had driven me to do this. It was all you. It could never be me who was insane. I would prove it.
Time slowed down. The tense atmosphere clutched my throat and drove all the air out of me. Then, the world stopped.
The shot vibrated through me. My gun dropped to the floor and clambered against the tile. I reached up to touch my jaw. A gapping hole cut in my skin dripped blood. I felt another pouring scarlet in my opposite cheek. The bullet had gone from my jaw line and out right below my left temple. My eyes rolled back into my head and a warm wave of pain washed over my deadening body. I looked at you. Your eyes widened in shock, yet your face was almost blank. My body went limp and I began to fall. But, I did not hit the ground. Something caught me. It was you.
Your two tanned arms supported my back. My flaccid head lied on the cold, tiled floor slightly propped up against the stove. I refocused my vision on what was above me. Your face stared back. It was now stunned, angry, afraid, but calm. I had always admired that. You were constantly certain of yourself and everything around you. Never in the darkness; always asured.
I could feel blood seeping down my neck and onto my chest. There was so much of it. I coughed harshly allowing the crimson liquid to spill from my lips. My mouth tasted of copper. Everything was beginning to blacken and fade into a dark blur. You were still watching me, viewing my death. I gazed into your violet eyes. They were so deep. I wanted to dive into them and have them cradle my wretched soul. I was staring at what had caused all of this. Anger and fury flared in my mind.
You blinked. "You will be fine. I will help you," your hoarse voice murmured. You actually looked serious.
My body was so weak. I gently shook my head. Almost inaudibly, I whispered. "I love you ..." You smiled. "... but I can live ... and die ... without you ..."
Good bye ...
-The End-
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That was sad. I worked hard on it and hope you enjoyed it. If enough people possibly want me to write and epilogue of some sort, I will. You don't have to (tear tear). Ohhhhhh . . . angsty.
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I rubbed my temples. They ached so much. I sat at the desk in my room. Seemingly piles of homework laid before me. Your strong hands enveloped my neck. I jumped slightly in surprised, but then tried to ease my tenseness. "How did you get in-"
Your fingers pressed into my neck. "Oh, my little tenshi. Why are you so tight?" you whispered into my ear.
"No reason, yami. I ... I just had a bad day," I quickly replied. Your hands began to work down my spine, kneading out all of the knots in my muscles. I moaned with pleasure. You responded by slowly massaging lower. I did not mind. My hands dropped from my temples and onto the chair's armrests. I smiled and closed my eyes.
Please take my pain away ...
You wrapped your arm around my chest. The massage stopped. Your whole body seemed to lean on me. I tilted my head back so that I could feel your breath. It was warm and very smooth. Your other hand had made its way down to my belly button. It felt like you were hugging me. I sighed heavily. Your hands slid down onto my crotch. I was still trapped in your trance. You bent closer and bit my ear.
"Malik-chan, your mine," I heard in the distance. Your hand stroked my cock. My eyes opened. You still held me in an embrace. But, now you were smiling evilly. I was held firmly against you as your fingers fondled my groin. I snapped back into reality. My hand shot down to your wrist. I gripped it and threw you off of me.
You stepped back. I could hear you chuckle. "What's wrong?" you mocked. I stood up abruptly. The door was open behind you.
"I need to-" I began.
"Need to leave," you finished. "Like always." I looked down at the floor trying to avoid your judging eyes. Surely, they would be piercing deep into me. I felt like I was being harpooned. I rushed past you and out the door. The hallway was empty except for a small table. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Your footsteps followed.
Stay away ...
I absent-mindedly opened the refrigerator. Your shadow fell on me. I spun around to find you standing several inches away from me. How could be so near? "Why?" I blurted out.
You cocked your head. "Why what?"
"Why ... why must you ... why must you always be around!?" My stance turned from a scared one to one of anger. "Why must you follow me!? I try to ignore it, but I can't any longer! You know I love you. But, leave me alone!"
I could tell that there was a touch of surprise on your face. It did not last long. Your lips curled into a smirk. It was a grin that an adult would give to a child when the kid did not understand something. "But, aibo, I loooove you." Your eyelids fluttered flirtingly. This was all a game to you. I could not stand it anymore.
Quickly, I stepped away from you. "Are you having fun!?" I yelled. "What is your problem!?"
Your smile grew and you put your hands on your hips. "I know you love me." How could you be like this? You were my yami, my other half. In other words, me. But, somehow I can always feel an evil around you. You are so complex, so different than me, so sexy. I used to run my hands all over your bronze skin. Your gold jewelry would gleam and look like mercury against your flesh. I loved how toned your muscles were. You were so fiery in everyway. It sometimes scared me. I could never resist your truly promiscuous nature.
You shifted your weight to get closer to me. Your hand reached out and encircled my waist. Somehow your lips caught mine. We kissed gently but then your tongue began to snake around in my mouth. I genuinely enjoyed it. However, my anger resurfaced. My thoughts broke away from you.
I put my hands onto your chest and pushed hard. You stumbled backwards. After regaining your balance, you looked up at me. You were confused. I was panting lightly from the kiss. Fear was reaping my mind. No, it was rage that was controlling my thoughts. I would separate you from me. My body was slightly hunched over. I took another step back and straightened up.
I will end this ...
Steadily, I slid my hand into my pocket. Your eyes stayed on mine, but I could tell you wanted to see what I was doing. I clenched the handgrip of the gun that still sat in my pocket. It was warm from lying against my body for countless days. I easily pulled it out through my pocket's opening and into the air that it had been begging for. The cool metal flashed under the kitchen's light.
I drew the gun up my front and to my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. I nestled its barrel right beneath my jaw, as if I knew the perfect place to put it. My pulse throbbed in my ears. I could feel it pounded through the gun. My fixation was still set on you.
Your brow furrowed and your always-there grin remained. You breathed innately. "You wouldn't," you stated dully with an eyebrow raised.
My brain was begging for the welcoming pain of the bullet. Screams echoed through my mind. I was crazy. No, you were the one who was crazy. You were the one who had driven me to do this. It was all you. It could never be me who was insane. I would prove it.
Time slowed down. The tense atmosphere clutched my throat and drove all the air out of me. Then, the world stopped.
The shot vibrated through me. My gun dropped to the floor and clambered against the tile. I reached up to touch my jaw. A gapping hole cut in my skin dripped blood. I felt another pouring scarlet in my opposite cheek. The bullet had gone from my jaw line and out right below my left temple. My eyes rolled back into my head and a warm wave of pain washed over my deadening body. I looked at you. Your eyes widened in shock, yet your face was almost blank. My body went limp and I began to fall. But, I did not hit the ground. Something caught me. It was you.
Your two tanned arms supported my back. My flaccid head lied on the cold, tiled floor slightly propped up against the stove. I refocused my vision on what was above me. Your face stared back. It was now stunned, angry, afraid, but calm. I had always admired that. You were constantly certain of yourself and everything around you. Never in the darkness; always asured.
I could feel blood seeping down my neck and onto my chest. There was so much of it. I coughed harshly allowing the crimson liquid to spill from my lips. My mouth tasted of copper. Everything was beginning to blacken and fade into a dark blur. You were still watching me, viewing my death. I gazed into your violet eyes. They were so deep. I wanted to dive into them and have them cradle my wretched soul. I was staring at what had caused all of this. Anger and fury flared in my mind.
You blinked. "You will be fine. I will help you," your hoarse voice murmured. You actually looked serious.
My body was so weak. I gently shook my head. Almost inaudibly, I whispered. "I love you ..." You smiled. "... but I can live ... and die ... without you ..."
Good bye ...
-The End-
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That was sad. I worked hard on it and hope you enjoyed it. If enough people possibly want me to write and epilogue of some sort, I will. You don't have to (tear tear). Ohhhhhh . . . angsty.