Title: Fix my broken wings
Summary: Malik has no friends, and is being plagued by Yami and his friends, though he doesn't know why. Out of no-where there comes a person that is nice towards him, but can he trust him?
Chapters: 2/12
Pairings: I'll tell you later^_^
Warnings: Slight name calling (I guess), mild cursing and Shounen-ai that may become Yaoi.
Disclamer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor will I ever, so live with it^_~
Reviews: Well, since I'm in a good mood, I decided to give a review back to the people who review^_^ Ain't that nice?
Catherine Lion: He thanks^_^ but I'm a Dutch too you know… I hope ya understand things after this chapter.
Dark Kaizer Ken-Wolf: Ha thank you. Glad you like it, and I won't tell you the couple yet, but I can tell it's not what you'll have in mind^_^
Fix my broken wings
2. Keep a leash on that thing
I sigh and lay my head down on the desk. Why can't life just be simple?
And why couldn't it be anyway? I don't understand why people hate me. I don't understand why everybody suddenly chose my Yami above me. And I don't understand why Marik, Pharaoh and their friends like to play mind tricks with me. I don't understand! It all went so weird. After Battle City all of our Yami's got their own bodies, and I hated it the first moment already. Then suddenly everybody avoided me, hung around with my Yami and acted like I was garbage. And why? Well, they told me why. I always thought everybody blamed my Yami for what happened, but apparently nobody did. They blamed me. Because I was the one who "created" him. And they forgave him and not me. Because all Marik had ever felt was hate, and I had felt love too.
But if they would've just ignored me it would've been alright with me. But they didn't ignore me. They played games. Beat me up when I yelled at them. But the worst thing was what the did last week. They knew I liked Ryou. Even during Battle City I liked him. And they used that. They -I don't know whose idea it was- made him act like he liked me too. Damn, he even asked me on a date, and I fell for it!
I was so stupid to even come. So stupid to trust them even though I know I couldn't.
And now Yugi asks me to come to that damned shop of his. Who does he think I am? Sure, I'm not that smart but that doesn't mean I'm stupid!
It's half past four and now I'm riding home from school. When I ride past the game shop the front door opens and Yugi runs out, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. He runs until he's right in front of my motorcycle and I stop. I look at him and raise a brow. 'I knew you would come,' he tells me and pulls at my left arm. 'Come inside.' He says when I don't move. He sounds as if he means it. But he doesn't. 'No.' I yell as I pull my arm out his grip. 'First, I didn't come here because I came to you. I was just driving home. Second, you have to find one Hell of a reason why I would even trust you with my homework!' I yell and tears gather in his eyes. Great, now he's gonna cry. I sigh and stroke my hand through my hair as I hear someone yell my name.
'Malik! What the fuck do you think you're doing with my Hikari!' I lookup only to be greeted by Pharaoh and his so called friends.
'Yami!' Yugi wails and everybody looks at him. 'You promised you would stay away.'
'Yeah, but if I had know that you asked that bastard over to get freakin' friends with him I would've come earlier.' Yami says and I sigh. 'Ya know what, Pharaoh. If it makes you happy I'll avoid you guys but please… keep a leash on that Hikari of yours.' I tell him. After that I start my motorcycle again and drive away.
Ra damn this world! Egypt was ten thousand times better than this place. At least there was nobody to confuse me like this. Pharaoh hates me, and that feeling is metal, but his creepy Hikari is being nice. What is this? A joke again or something? I really don't understand anymore. But I hope they shared their laugh about me.
With a sigh I park my motorcycle and grab my bag. I walk up different stairs and search my keys. When I find them I unlock my front door and step inside. I throw my bag against the couch and I pull my knee-high-black-leather-boots. I throw them angrily against the TV and walk into the kitchen only to be greeted by a ringing phone.
TBC.
Author's note:
Well for so far the second chapter. I hope you'll understand it a little better, though the reason why they hate Malik isn't a very good one, I couldn't come up with anything else. So I really hope you guys like it.
And if you are confused, it'll become more I guess*_* Hope you'll stay with me 'till the end.
Please review.