November 26th, 2007– Monday
Marik stepped around the grocery store for his sister, putting the things they needed in a small basket. They didn't really need all that much. It was just milk…bread…eggs…. The usual.
In his ear he had his music playing through his earbuds, not paying attention to the world around him and humming rather loudly. Just until he received a tap on the shoulder.
"Marik!"
He pulled out his earphone and frowned, turning around. "Ye-"
He froze.
"Marik! It's been a while… you've grown up so beautifully."
…
"You do remember me, don't you? What was that ridiculous nickname you gave me again?"
"Je…" he couldn't finish.
"Right. "Jet-man" … whatever. My god, Marik. And to think I could have killed this beautiful song bird."
Marik's heart pounded in his chest. "S…stay away."
"Oh Marik. Don't worry, I won't come near you." He wrapped his arm around Marik's waist. "Not more than this at least.."
Lies.
The older man laughed under his breath and leaned forward to bite the other's ear before whispering in, "How's the other doing?"
The blonde didn't answer. His mind was being flooded with memories he thought he suppressed.
"Lovely little thing. I best get going. I have little mouths to feed." He snickered and pulled away before starting to walk off.
Marik ran home as fast as he could.