A/N: I might not be able to write on this for a few months, for reasons unexplained. I will attempt to, but it may be awhile from one chapter to the next. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Marik gave Akina a last lingering look before she slipped out the window down the
rope which she had climbed up to meet him in his attic in the first place. He
opened the door to the stairway, not expecting the unyielding slap that met him
hard on the face.
"Malik, what the fuck was that for?" Marik demanded angrily, rubbing the hurt
on his face, trying to diminish it. Malik just glared daggers at him.
"You lying sack of shit!" He spat at his yami, and soon to be ex-lover.
"I didn't lie about anything! I killed the snake, Malik. Do you need to see the
body for me to prove it?"
Malik just smirked at him, self-satisfiedly. "Actually, yes, I would like to see
the body of this...snake. Dead, of course, as you said you killed it."
"I'm not putting you through that, Malik. You're deathly afraid of snakes, and I
refuse to let you see one."
Malik gave a little chuckle. "I'm not just another dumb blonde, Marik."
"I honestly don't know what's gotten into you, Hikari-love."
"Don't call me that, liar!" Malik spat. He slapped Marik again in the face, this
time landing a direct hit on his nose. Blood spurted out.
"Malik, I think it's time for you to see a psychaitrist." Marik said angrily,
wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand.
"Marik, I think it's time for you to stop playing your game of charades." Malik
answered in the same kind of tone. "I know you've been seeing that bitch"
Marik shook with anger at the thought of Malik calling Akina a bitch...she had been
called that enough by Bakura, and she didn't need anymore from anybody else. "What"
"THe one thing I don't know is who she is. But I intend to find out tonight." Malik
"I'm not seeing anyone, Malik, it's all in your delusional little head. Maybe you and I
should go to bed early?"
"I don't think so. After all, you have a hot date at Poison, don't you"
"Only with you, if you want."
"Don't give me that bullshit, you lying sack of shit."
"I really am not appreciating the use of fowl language for pet names, Malik."
"With Akina, right? After all, I heard you use her name."
"What?"
"Or are you using her name for a pet name for your little slut"
"She is not a slut, asshole"
"Oh, that's right. She's a prostitute. My bad, Marik."
This time, Marik reached out to slap Malik. "Fine. I have an affair on the side. Happy"
The little strength Malik had left vanished, and tears started to well in his eyes.
"We were so happy. Why did you throw it all away?"
"I'm sorry, but you were the only one happy in this relationship, Malik. I don't
like being with guys anymore. I'm sick of being used by them. It's so much easier with
women."
"What are you saying?"
"We're through." Marik sighed. "Besides, that asshole is only hurting Akina. He doesn't
love her; he only uses her. She deserves better."
"And you're saying that you love her?"
"...yes"
"You've been with her for two weeks and you can say you love her more than me, who's
been with you for two years?!"
"...yes." Marik said. He patted Malik on the shoulder, then walked down the stairs to
the front hall entry, where he walked out.
Malik silently kept crying, until he told himself one saving thought, "...I'm not just
going to hand you over to that bitch-whore, Marik. I can't."
I hope you liked that chapter. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. I may write more on it later tonight.