Disclaimer: Don't own YGO.
I watched her as she left without saying a word. She said nothing, not even goodbye. I felt my heart beat wildly within my chest. I desperately wanted to be with her, to kiss away all of her tears. I wish I could see her smile for me and me alone. But, no, it would never happen. She and I were different. She would never accept me for who I am. Well, at least not both of us…
People started leaving soon too. Before I knew it, I was all by myself. After all the times I could've told her how I felt, I never had the courage. Why must I be so cowardly…?
I was about to leave. It was pretty quiet at my spot in the deserted recreational center, it was so quiet, just so…
"Marik!" I hear a voice whisper. I looked up. It was her. Her big, sapphire blue eyes stared deep into my amethyst ones. She took my hand in hers, "C'mon! We have to hurry before we get caught!" I inwardly groaned, how could I have forgotten? The caretakers always passed by here to make sure none of the patients in the asylum are still out.
She dragged me with her to our "rooms". To me, they were much smaller than normal rooms. It seemed so cramped within there. My old room was more pleasant. I sometimes wish, though, that Ishizu didn't chuck me into this mental asylum. But, we can never get what we desire the most….
We were now standing in the hallway of our "rooms". Her room was across from mine. Subconciously, she held my hand tighter, for what reasons, I might never know. Inside, I felt my heart twitter with anticipation. This seemed like the perfect time to tell her how I felt.
I was about to tell her how I've felt these past months. I tried to tell her, but nothing came out at all. A hard lump was stuck in my throat! I couldn't believe it! Of all the times this had to happened!
She stared as me with a confused expression. She smiled, "Goodnight Marik…" She walked towards her room. Her dark red hair swishing as she moved.
I, too, retired to my room. The events of the day lingered in my mind. "Goodnight Marik…" Her voice was ringing in my ears.
As I lay in my bed, I whisper to myself, "Ristuki Akashi, I think I love you…"
Maybe, someday, I can tell her how I feel. But for now, it's just another day…
How was it? It was slightly Marikxoc-ish. Poor Marik! How could I torture him so! Oh yeah, I just did. insert sweatdrop
Oh! This also forshadows my real Marikxoc fic, Sanity Left a Long Time Ago. So who could this 'Ritsuki Akashi' be? Ha! The only way you'll know is if you read Sanity Left a Long Time Ago! …Or you could ask me… But whatever! I'm rambling!
R&R!
