Title: Something I will Never Understand
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: Yami Malik x Noa
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really.
Summery: Noa wakes up and finds, to his surprise, that he is still alive, and questions Yami Malik on why he hasn't killed him.
Author's Note: Written for an OTP challenge at ygochallenge at Livejournal. The challenge was to write a fic showing what you love about your OTP. I now have other reasons as well, having developed my love of the pairing a little, but this was my reasoning when I wrote it.
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His movement was slow. He liked things slow, it gave him time to savour what he was doing, to understand it. "I will never understand this…" he sighed to himself as he raised the boy's head, pushed the pillow underneath it and then lowered it again, watching as Noa shifted slightly across the bed he was lying on, and murmured quietly but didn't awaken.
Then he pulled a blanket over the boy's body and sat back to watch him. It would be so easy to kill him, to put the pillow over his head and pull it away when his chest stopped moving, to stab him in the chest with the knife he kept by the bed, to wrap his fingers round his neck and crush his windpipe. But he didn't. He just watched. Soon he would get tired of watching.
"Oi," he spoke predictably a moment later, kicking him in the side but not hard enough to cause him any pain.
"Mmm…" Noa murmured back, opening one eye sleepily and stretching. "Did you put me to bed…?" he asked after acknowledging that he was in the bedroom, and not at the kitchen table where he had fallen asleep several hours earlier.
"No, a fairy fell from the sky and brought you here," he rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving in a smirk.
"Funny," Noa yawned, running his fingers through his tangled hair. "I'm still alive," he commented, sitting up and yawning loudly, tugging slightly one of the knots in his hair to check that he truly was, that he could still feel pain. The whimper from his throat as he did confirmed it.
"Well done," his lover replied sourly, crossing his legs and resting his arms behind his head, avoiding looking at him.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
He shrugged.
"Because you love me?"
"Probably."
"You don't like straight answers much do you?" Noa looked disappointed, just as he did each time he asked that question, as he climbed onto the other's lap and rested his head against his chest, looking up at him lovingly but not even getting a glance back.
"I hate them."
"You hate everything…" the boy sighed.
"Yes."
"Then why am I still alive?"
The other simply shrugged. That was something he would never understand.