Marik Without Medication
Written by:
Obsessive Kabuto Fangirl
I don't own Yugioh. Any mention of Kaya is solely with the permission of her owner, Malik Fan Girl. I claim no ownership whatsoever to ANY characters.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME! God, everything has gone absolutely wrong! I've been trying to find signs of light; signs of hope, so I can at least hope that I won't die. But I rarely ever see them. Malik is of help to me, though. He never treats me like everyone else. He doesn't see me as a scary person. He sees me as a unique individual. Which I am. Sure, I'm psychotic...maybe a little moreso...WHO CARES! So, now, here we are. I'm sitting in my little hole of a bedroom. Hmmm. More like our bedroom. Malik and I share one. I wonder where he hid the vodka? And also, I feel hardcore. MALIK! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU HIDE THE ROCK MUSIC! Ohhh...he has them in that neat, little tidy CD case of his...ours...mine. Just like everything else. Mine. MINE, I SAY, MINE! ISIS! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU HIDE MALIK! Ohhh...he's in the shower...I wonder if maybe he'd like company, perhaps...
NO! Must...think...good...thoughts!
But good thoughts must include me fucking him until we're both dead exhausted, him fucking me till I get sick of it...It has to! The world wouldn't exist if I couldn't fuck my Hikari-lovey whenever I want!
ODION! WHERE THE FUCKEY WUCKEY DID YOU HIDE THE WHORES AND SALAMI!
HEY, MR! SLAVE! GET THE HELL OFF OF THE TV BEFORE I FUCK YOUR BRAINS DRY! WEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE!
V FOR VENDETTA!"
"Uhhh...Marik...what the hell are you yelling your head off for? Did you murder someone again. Oh, gods. I wonder if it was old Mr. Jenkins next door...you didn't did you? Yes, you did..." Malik said to himself.
Marik looked at him as if he were a pelican after a fishy. "MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!" Marik yelled. He whooped like an Indian and started chasing Malik down the street.
THE END
Moral of the story: NEVER, EVER NEGLECT TO GIVE YOUR YAMIS THEIR MEDICATION! IT MAY VERY WELL COST YOU YOUR VIRGINITY!