AN: There are no capitalization mistakes in this chapter. I'm trying to show Malik's mental breakdown, and it's not very good is it? Sorry. It's awful and repetitious, but I'm trying here.

Malik shuddered, jerking backwards away from his furious master. He didn't understand. What had he done this time? He hadn't even been there. He'd been waiting at home, like a good little slave. The bitter thoughts weren't permitted to linger long. His master wouldn't like it. What had he done?

A harsh blow knocked him onto the floor, and he cowered there, whimpering pitifully. What had he done? Why did he deserve this? It hurt so much... He couldn't see, there was something in his eyes. Red. Blood. There was always blood, but it hurt so much. Why couldn't it be better?

Master wouldn't let it be better. Hate master, hate master hate master hateMasterhatehatehate. Pain. Screaming. Whose? his. It hurt, it hurt it hurt. Make it go away, please come and make it go away. He would come, He would, He would. It wouldn't go away, and Master was hitting him, and it hurt. Wouldn't He come? He always made it better. Let him come here, here here hereherehere! Wet. Blood. No. Tears? he didn't cry. he wasn't allowed. Master wouldn't let him. Where was He? Not here, not here. Make Him come. Nononononononono. Not make, never make, nevernevernever. There was sososo much blood and it hurt but it didn't hurt him because it wasn't hurting him and he didn't care; it wasn't him, and it wasn't HIM so who cared? Whowhowho? No one ever cared. No,nonononono. HE'D cared. HE always cared. Want need, love, not here, not here. Never ever ever here. Here was blood and pain but not HIM. HE wasn't here so he wasn't here either. This was the bad place, the badbadbadbadbadplace. The naughty place where Master was and he hated Master. Hate. Hate Master forever. For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever!

Blackness.

Hurting. The world was shoving him. Eyes open. It helps, ithelps,ithelps. No red. he wasn't in badplace anymore. Where? Open eyes, sillysillymalik, not good for anything, no, not good at all and you know it, sillysilly. White. Pretty plain white, no red no blood no hurtingpainmakeitstopmakeitstop. Master? Master always made it hurt. Get up, sillystupidmalik. Upupupupup. Up! Hurtinghurtingbutupupupupup! Where's Master? Where's hurtingwhippingMaster? No Master? Master wasn't here? Naughtybadmalik alone?

Stand sillyhurtingbakamalik. Master gone. Find HIM now. FindHIMfindHIM. Or Master will stop you stupidmalik. you have to move naughtymaliknaughtyboy. Can't find HIM unless you move sillystupidmalik. Stand. Standstandstanding up! Hurts. Falling. Get up stupidcowardmalik. Never find HIM like this. Never, ever, ever, and then Master will come and hurt you and hurt you, and what is sillystrangelymalik wearing? It's white and white and beautiful silver like HIMHIMHIS hair, and not hurting not showing not awfuluglyMaster'sblackandpurplethatHElikesandlikesmewearing. HE wears black. Not awfuluglyMaster'sblack. Deep and nightishereyou'reasleepandnoone'shurtingyou black. Not black. Whitewhite and HIS silver. Shiny pretty silver.

Crawling. Not stand. Hurtshurtshurtsmehurts! Find HIM. HIMHIMHIMHIMHIMHIM. Ouch! Hurtshurtshurtssillymalik. Brown, wood, crack, more goldenwoodnow underneath. Pretty golden wood. Seen it, seen it know sillymalik's seen it. Where? Wherewherewherewherewhere? HIS. Pretty golden wood HIS. Need HIM. Need to be there with HIM. Look up. Up, sillymalik, up. Brassybright, hurting eyes, nodon'thurtmedon'thurtmeMaster. Not Master. Not Master sillymalik. Notnotnotnotnot. Master not here, see? See? No Master. Brassybrightandhurtingthing. Grab it. Yes, sillymalik. Pullpullpull, yes! Moving, crawl out, HIS place. HISHISHIS! Feet. Bare. Ofcoursethey'rebare sillystupidmalik. Noshoesinside. Master says so, and HE says so too. No, no, shoes. Feet. Not Master's. Master's awfuluglybrown like uglybadsillymalik's. HIS? No. Not HIS. To dark. DarkdarknotdarkbutdarkerthanHIS. Up, sillymalik. Look up. Who? Whowhowhowhowho? Oh. HIS boy. No name; hehastohaveaname. No. Must find HIM. Not HIS boy.

"Malik?" Silly boywithnonamethatbelongstoHIM. Yes this is malik. Not,not,not Master. Never Master, please never Master.

"Malik are you okay?" Boywithnoname's talking again. "What do you want? You should be in your room." Really? Really,really,really? Does HE say that? You're not answering me boywithoutaname. Why? Whywhywhy? Open mouth stupidmalik. Not think it, not HIM, say it, say it for ears.

"Should? Does HE say should?" maliksittingupnow. WaitingandwantingittobeHIM. He says 'should'?

"Bakura!" HISboywithnoname yells. Calling HIM? Why? Badnaughty boywithnonameing. Don't tell HIM what to do.

HIM! HE'S here. HIS fingers under sillynaughtbadmalik's chin. Looking at stupiduglymalik. Why? Whywhywhy?

"Malik," a sigh. Not happy? HE'S not happy? Naughtybadmalik being worse. WorseworseworselikeMaster. Making HIM not happy. Bad, badnaughtymalik. Call Master to punish you so neverever do again. Never ever ever naughtmalik. Hurtmalik. HurthurtlikeMaster.

"Come, Malik. You need to sleep." Up, upupup! HE'S holding naughtybadmalik. Back. Back to prettywhiteroom likeHISboywithnoname's hair. No more? Whimper. No! Badmalik. Not makingnoises. Master saysnonono. Naughtybad. Make HIM not happy again. Badnaughtymalik. Need Master to hurt you naughtymalik. Don't deserve to be here with HIM. Should be in badnaughtybloodhurtingplace. Should. Shouldshouldshould.

"Shouldn't." HE says shouldn't? Shouldn't. He says. "Sleep." Eyes... heavy... why...

Blackness.