Authoress: Darka-Chan
Title: Differences
Summary: Malik thinks about the differences between him and his yami. Mentions of rape-abuse. One sided MxM

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Malik's POV

It hurts… It hurts so much… I want to move, but I can't, my body hurts to much… I dare not to make a sound in fear that you might wake up.

You…

You are the one that did this to me…

You…

The one that's sleeping, half of your body lying on mine, forcing even more pressure on my aching body.

I can't deal with this anymore, but there is nothing I can do about it…

I tried to run away once, but you found me… Needless to say, you were not happy. You yelled at me, beat me, an even raped me. I guess I mean nothing to you, even if I am your hikari…

You are the dark, I am the light. That is the biggest difference between us. Dark, Light. Light, Dark. Positive, Negative. Negative, Positive…

While I smile you scowl, while I cry you smirk.

You see me as a lower being, a toy you can play with, a bug you can squish…

I see you as my equal, a being with feelings, someone that can hurt just like I can…

But I guess that what I think of you is wrong. We aren't equals; I am indeed lower then you, you aren't someone with feelings; as you can play with someone like they are nothing, and you can not hurt like me; because you are the one hurting me…

You would not hurt me like this if you could hurt as well… You just wouldn't…

Another difference between us; I live my life, following a lie whilst you don't.

But that brings me to the sixth difference. I live my life, and you don't.

You can not die, no matter what you do. You are immortal, and I am not. Seven.

I have to watch out for what I can and can't do, while you just jump into everything, not caring about consequences… I wish I could do that… Eight.

I'd like to be more like you, because that means no more hurting… Nine, because you don't care about getting hurt, you would simply love it.

I hear you groan and close my eyes, not wanting to let you know I am already awake.

"Malik?"

I do not reply.

You're probably smiling now, enjoying watching me sleep, or so you think.

I feel your hand caressing my cheek gentle.

"I love you." You whisper as you place a soft kiss on my lips.

Ten.

Because while you love me… I hate you…