{ A/N: Hello again! yes.. this it the third "one-shot" this week ( we seem to be doing a lot of these lately.. dont we) anyways... this one is about Marik and Malik..in just a friendly way! right.. sooo here it is! hope you enjoy.. but if not.. lol.. at least this is only 1 part. oh ya.. there is a song in this one too.. it is called "Like" and it is by Taproot.}
Like
Malik's POV
I was up late one night, nothing to do but sit and , well, sit. Isis had gone to bed, and the rest of my family was out somewhere, with their friends doing who knows what. My darker half, which I have grown quite fond of lately, was keeping to himself, which was unusual for him, writing. What exactly he was working on was a mystery to me, for each time I tried to see, he would give me the "glare of death" and adjust his body. I was dying to know what it was that was so important that he would rather spend time writing it. Occasionally, I would see him glance up at me, studying my soul it seemed, then nod or grunt to himself and continue marking on his page. Whatever he was writing, it had better be good! He was writing on the new Papaya paper I had gotten him for his birthday. .
The minutes passed of just sitting, and staring, and slowly wasting my life away, when I decided to try a new approach to read the hidden writing on the page. I would tap into Marik's mind! Then I could at least get the gist of what it was he was writing. When I tried though, I found that his mind was being so well protected, that it made me grimace in pain and pull back. Since when did he learn to protect his thoughts so well? I guess he has always been pretty secretive.
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The hours rolled past, and pretty soon I found myself waking from a deep sleep, a kink in my neck from sitting up in my uncomfortable chair. It was then that I realized that Marik was asleep...and his notebook was being kept, unguarded, on the floor near his feet. I shivered..not from the dankness of the room, but from excitement. /
I opened the notebook, and the folded slip of Papaya fell onto my lap. I began to open it, being careful not to crack the delicate paper. On this piece of paper, I found a song.
You look like me, im sorry for you.
You talk like me, I cant understand you.
You think like me, Your fucking crazy.
You want to be me, But thats ok because You remind me of me,
Somedays,
But only the good, Cuse im just me.
Hanging by a thread for your honor, Just helps me to see inside myself.
Hanging by a thread for your honor,
Just helps me to see.
You act like my, Cuse your embarrassing.
You talk to me, But dont listen.
You think like me, Your so damn crazy.
You want to be me, But thats ok because You remind me of me Somedays But only the good, cuse im just me.
Hanging by a thread for your honor,
Just helps me to see inside myself.
Hanging by a thread for your honor,
Just helps me to see.
When these memories become liquid dreams Just like fantasies and like fallen leaves.
I guess all I need is to find my desires and set out to a quiet world.
You look like me, im sorry for you.
You think like me, but thats ok because You remind me of me, somedays,
But only the good cuse im just me.
And with that the words discontinued. I was left confused and annoyed, sitting in my chair, when a voice spoke up out of nowhere.
"How'd you like it then."
I turned around to see Marik looking at me questionably.
" I didnt understand it" I said.
" Its about YOU, Malik"
I read over the lyrics once more.
" I do NOT want to be like you!" I said.
He just laughed quietly to himself.