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Day Three
It was the last day of sessions with Malik for the week and Ishtal was troubled by it, for some odd reason. Tapping his chip thoughtfully, his eyes landed on his patient, whose head hung low. When he arrived at the room, the boy didn't look at him straight in the eyes as before, nor was he gazing intently down at his table. It was quite disturbing, peculiarly enough.
Sighing quietly yet exasperatedly to himself, he turned to another direction to observe some other thing. It was strangely quiet within the room, both males quiet and attempting to ignore the other. Getting tired of the awkward silence, Ishtal decided to break it. "Hey!" Malik jumped up, shocked beyond comprehension that his psychiatrist just spoke. He twiddled his fingers nervously, glancing up very slightly to look into gray-blue eyes.
"Y-yes?" Marik frowned, studying the change.
"You're different again today," he stated impassively, secretly unsure of his observation.
"I-I am?" the boy flustered, clenching his hands tightly. "I-I d-didn't mean to…" he murmured softly. "I--"
"One, you're stuttering," Malik nodded numbly, not actually paying attention to the blond man's words. "Two, you're… blushing. Why?"
"E-eh?" The blond boy's cheeks colored brightly. "W-what… do… you mean?" Marik rested his forehead on a hand, sighing wearily.
"You're a complicated one and you're not as predictable as most patients are," he muttered, fatigue wearing him down. "It's as if I don't know you at all."
"You don't," Malik said, voice full of hurt. "You don't."
"I know, but insane ones are usually predictable," he confirmed, straightening up. "But you're not." The violet eyed teen smirked viciously.
"Maybe I'm not insane. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe I don't belong here--"
"And so?" The violet eyed teen blanched, eyes wide in confusion. Lowering his head, he felt blood rushing to his cheeks. "Why do you keep blushing today?" He immediately looked up, eyes full of tears wanting to fall.
"Do you really want to know?" he wondered out loud, voice hoarse and anxious. "Do you?" he asked again, expecting some sort of reaction. Ishtal crossed his arms across his loose shirt, and eyed the boy from his line of view.
"Do I?" he retorted. "Do I really want to know what goes on inside your insane mind?" he chuckled bitterly. "Do I really?" Malik lowered his eyes, his determination leaving him.
"I don't know…" he frowned, nibbling the edge of his lower lip. Ishtal's eyes widened from the action, feeling his insides unexpectedly start warming up. He let out a strained breath of air, trying his best to stable himself on the chair. Grateful that the blond wasn't looking at him be let out a small pant. He couldn't comprehend why he felt so… hot.
"M-Malik," he whispered huskily. The blond looked up, still chewing away at his bottom lip. "Stop… doing that…" the man ordered. "Now!"
Tilting his head inquisitively, the blond raised an eyebrow. "Stop… what?" he inquired softly.
"Stop biting your lips!" he hollered. "It's making me feel… funny," the man mumbled dumbly. He never felt anything like that before. Malik smiled fondly, realizing what was the cause of the shrink's discomfort. Rising from his seat, he sauntered seductively over to the blond man who was almost identical to him, yet so different. He set himself on the doctor's lap, smiling evilly to himself. "W-what are you doing!?" the man rasped, losing his normal heartbeat.
"Nothing, it's just…" Lifting a frail finger, the blond boy slid it along the tanned cheek of his guest, trailing slowly down the smooth surface. "… that… you…" the voice whispered eerily. Ishtal quickly pushed the blond off, standing up ready to leave. Before he could, two arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back. "Please, don't leave," Malik pleaded.
Regretting ever becoming a psychiatrist, he shrank back onto the seat, an expression of distaste planted on his already grim face. "What are you doing? To me?" he asked.
"I don't know," the blond whispered, lowering his head to rest on the lap of his shrink. "But does it matter?"
"Yes! You and me… we… I just… don't understand," Ishtal confessed. It was the first time in his life that he didn't grasp the situation. "Why do you make me feel so… weird? Are you trying to make me like you, like you did to your other psychiatrists?"
"You don't trust me, Ishtal-sama?" he mumbled. Standing up, the blond brushed away imaginary dust and stood before his guest, eyes now serious. "How about I tell you a little story? One I've never told anyone before?" Marik numbly agreed, dazed.
"What kind of story?" he asked.
"Just listen." Marik nodded. "Once upon a time, there was little blond boy. At first, he thought his family loved him, believed it with all his heart. It wasn't until he turned a certain age when they turned their back on him, isolating him from everything and everyone. He spent his time alone everyday, locked within himself and the bare room he once resided in." Ishtal covered his mouth in shock. "Then one day, he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to be over with his miserable life. That day, a part of him died. He survived, yes, but he kept trying. And each time he tried, another part of him died. Now he's just an empty shell, waiting for something to come and take him away. The End." Malik grinned down at his shrink. "Do you trust me now?"
Two bodies lay in the arms of each other, their hands intertwined and eyes closed. Inside the bare room, a file was left on the only table, neglected. Violet eyes fluttered open and the owner smiled happily to himself. Snuggling closer to the body next to him, the blond nudged his head against the other's chin. "Ishtal…?" he whispered.
"What!?" a gruff voice muttered grumpily.
"It's… almost time for you to go," the blond mumbled. The taller of the two flipped over, landing on top of his smaller version. He rested his head on the chest of the boy, eyes drooping close again.
"So?" Malik frowned.
"But Ishtal," he whined. "You'll get fired!"
"So?" came the reply.
"FIRED," repeated the blond.
"SO?"
"Ishtal!" Malik slapped his psychiatrist's arm playfully. He still didn't know what to call the shrink. He wondered if the blond would get mad at him for call him his "koi". Once he finished his story, Marik had, without a single warning, pulled him into a rough hug. They ended up tangled in each other and on the bed. Sighing dejectedly, he nudged the male again. "Ishtalllllllllllll," he called again.
Getting up hastily, the blond man glared down at his charge. "What!?"
"You have to leave," the blond reiterated. "Or you'll get fired!"
"I don't give a damn about my job!" Malik blinked, all his actions stopping.
"You don't?" Ishtal rolled his eyes.
"Of course, it's a stupid job." Sitting up to join his guest, Malik grinned goofily. What came next was not anything he predicted. The shrink touched his cheek, caressing it softly and looked attentively into his eyes. Feeling blood rush to his cheeks, the blond was left speechless. "Malik…" the familiar gruff voice pronounced huskily, sending a shiver up his spine. "I can get you out of this place…"
"What? Why?" came the baffled voice.
"Because… you don't belong here… you don't deserve this cold place. You're… not insane." Malik shook his head stubbornly.
"No, you're wrong! I am insane," the blond boy hissed. Marik glared.
"The other day, you told me you weren't insane! Why change your mind now, Malik? WHY!?" Ishtal began to shake the boy aggressively, his eyes full of rage he never held before. "Why are you dong this to me!?"
"I-I'm sorry… Ishtal… I… just don't want you to get hurt. You can't rescue me. Please don't play the hero part… please." The taller of the two froze, his grip on the blond slipping.
You can't rescue me. Please don't play the hero part… please.
"Then… am I supposed to just stand here and watch them… make you stay here all alone!? What am I supposed to do!?" he yelled vehemently.
"I don't know!" Malik screeched. Both males exhaled deeply, both attempting to calm down. Ishtal was the first to recover and the first to move. He instantaneously pulled the smaller one into his embrace, trapping him there.
"Malik, listen to me, just listen for a while, okay?" He waited for the boy's approval before he continued. "I was wrong. I no longer think you're insane anymore. I don't even believe there's such a thing as insanity and keeping you here will only make it worse, this so called 'insanity' of yours, do you understand me?"
Malik whimpered, silvery liquid sliding down his soft cheeks. Lifting a thin finger, the taller of the two brushed the liquid away, kissing its remains afterwards. The small one wrapped his arm around his 'koi', deepening their small embrace. "You really don't believe I'm insane?" he asked croakily.
"Yes, I do." Feeling more tears falling, Ishtal kissed them away. The one in his arms smiled at him, telling him it was tears of joy.
"But why?" the teen asked.
"You ask why, dear Malik? Don't you know why is such an overused question that is very unspecific? Why? I don't know why… and it does not matter. What matters… is… do you trust me, Malik… koi?" The blond's eyes glistened with more tears. Ishtal had called him koi. He nodded enthusiastically, tackling the blond man into a glomp. "Hold on, Malik. You have to understand where I'm coming from. Do you trust me, with all your heart, no matter what happens?"
"Of course!"
"Then I'll come and take you away from his horrid place tonight," he told his love. "Keh… I can't believe I called you koi."
"Do you regret it, Ishtal-sama?" Marik snorted.
"No."
"Good," said the shorter blond as he snuggled closer to his new found love.
"You'll wait for me tonight?" the man asked, wanting more reassurance.
"Yes, I will…"
"And what if I don't come?" wondered the man as he twirled a blond strand of hair from his lover with a finger.
"Then I'll go insane." Marik smiled, closing his eyes in content.
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A/N : Hmm… this chapter was interesting, wouldn't you say so? Well, the next chapter's the last one. It's an epilogue. Ta!
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snow-shadow-wolf : Yea! I like the idea of Ishizu being Marik's sister. O.o Odd as it is (no it's not). XD Yea! Malik's the insane one! Bwahahahahahaha...
Black Angel of Destruction : I LOVE THEM TOO! There's just too few stories of MalikxMarik. T.T Sad....
Chibi B-channie : I have spent lots of time online doing that too! (I have no life... -.-) I found a doujinshi but ugh, it disgusted me. It was Marik visiting Malik in a dream and he wakes up but Bakura's there. Ugh. (They slept together... ugh) I hate that kind of stuff! Moo... Bakura's for Ryou dammit! Sorry, I'm wasting a reply space to you for my rants... T.T
Neko Moon Goddess : Well, you got your answer. Marik does not blush. Or does he? XD
Thanks for all the support and reviews, people! . You guys float my boat! XD If only I had one... /shakes head/ Ah... if only...