Calai'di: Well, I wouldn't really call it a spoiler, but for people who don't know about Malik's past it would be. (Okay, so is the whole story) There are mentions of Malik's past. That's all I'm saying.
Oh yeah…Thanks and kudos to Nachzes for beta-ing and reviewing! What would I do with out her?
Chapter 2: Pancakes (Yum…)
---A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking…---
Malik groaned as he woke from a rather nice dream and turned over to stare at the clock. 8:45. It was nice that he didn't have school on Sundays; it let him sleep in a bit. But his euphoria didn't last long as memories of the day before flooded his thoughts. It actually hadn't felt that bad to be kissed by his yami, it felt right somehow, but that scared him even more than Merik did. He didn't want to feel anything but hate for the bastard that nearly ruined his life.
The small of pancakes reached his nose, and he figured that was what had woken him up in the first place. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen, though he couldn't think of why. Isis didn't live with him anymore, though maybe she had come over for a visit. Who cared? It was food. He got up, pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt, and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
The pancake-smell grew stronger as Malik approached the kitchen, but he couldn't hear any sounds coming from inside, and Isis always talked to herself when she thought no one was listening. Pancakes couldn't make themselves…could they? Still wondering about this, he pushed open the kitchen door and stood stack still.
Merik was in his kitchen.
Merik was in his kitchen, humming Pink Floyd.
Merik was in his kitchen, humming Pink Floyd, and making pancakes.
"Oh, good morning, Hikari," Merik said brightly once he noticed Malik's presence. He shifted positions slightly, giving the teen a better view of the stove. "Look! I made us pancakes!"
He seems really proud of himself, was regrettably the first thing Malik thought. The yami turned away and back to his pancakes.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up," he said as he flipped the pancakes. "I've been up for about two hours."
Malik stared at him apprehensively. "And you were here when you woke up?"
"Of course."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Malik demanded suddenly, catching his yami by surprise. "You're not even supposed to be out of the Shadow Realm, much less in my house!"
Merik seemed to ignore him as he got out plates and piled pancakes onto them.
"Can't you get a hint that I hate you?!"
"But I made you pancakes," Merik argued, placing the plates down on the table across from each other. "Do you want syrup? I think I know what that is. It's that sweet stuff that's like honey, only not quite, right?"
"Uh, yeah." Why is he here!!! And…he made me pancakes! What is with that? "Why are you here?" he asked, think to start over again.
"Because I wanted to know why you ran away from me yesterday," Merik answered with his head still inside the refrigerator. Presently, he stood up again, holding a bottle of purple liquid. "What is this?"
"Boysenberry syrup," Malik answered, dropping heavily into his seat. Didn't he just say why he'd run away? Because he hated the bastard?
"That sounds…odd." Merik carried the bottle back to the table, sat down, and dumped about half of it on his pile of pancakes. He smiled around his fork as he tasted the new concoction. "Mmmm, this is good."
Malik wasn't sure if he should be scared for his life or amused. His psychopathic yami was sitting here eating pancakes and acting like a six-year old, seemingly very harmless. But he wasn't above suspicion. "Did you poison these or something?"
"Moh."
"You didn't kill Yugi or Pharaoh or someone and put their blood in them, did you?"
Merik swallowed and looked thoughtful. "No. Good idea though. I'll have to do that sometime."
Malik sighed and took a bite of his pancakes. Wow, these were really good. His hand darted forward, grabbed the syrup, and dumped about half of the rest on his food.
"So, you didn't answer my question," Merik said casually, leaning back in his chair. Malik shivered and looked away, right now, the yami was acting a lot like he remembered.
"Yes, I did."
"You mean when you said you hated me?"
"I still do." The hikari glared at his other and scooted his chair back from the table a bit, just to prove his point.
"Why do you hate me, Hikari?" the yami asked almost sadly, cocking his head a bit.
"Why? WHY?" Malik felt like he was about to explode with anger again; how could Merik think he wouldn't be hated. "I'll tell you why. You possessed me, pushed me out of my own body even, nearly sent me to the Shadow Realm too many times to count, killed my father–" He stopped, breathing heavily; that was not something he'd wanted to remember. "The list goes on! How could I not hate you?!"
"Oh." Merik stared at the floor thoughtfully, thinking of what to say next. "I thought I was helping you, when I killed your father. The bastard deserved what he got. Though–" he smirked and stood up, running his fingers lightly over the tabletop as he came closer to Malik– "I suppose I should have thanked him before he died. He was the reason I was created after all."
"M-Merik…what are you doing?" Malik stuttered as the yami leaned over him.
"May I possess you again?"
"NO!" Malik pushed away with such intensity that his chair fell backwards and he landed on his back. Merik was on him in an instant, kissing his neck over and over, but the hikari couldn't take it. With extreme force, he pushed the yami off and ran out of the room into the living room.
Why is he doing this? Malik wondered fearfully as he glanced back at the door. Why doesn't he hate me anymore?
"Hikari?" Merik stepped into the living room, a saddened expression on his face. "What can I do so you don't hate me anymore?"
"Leave!"
The yami scoffed at this. "That was obvious, and obviously I'm not going to. What else?"
"Maybe if you said you're sorry for what you did–"
"But I'm not. Well, not much anyway."
"Then I don't know. Surprise me." With that, he brushed past Merik and walked briskly to his room.