A/N: Wow, this could be considered a drabble than a chapter ^^; Sorry. I'll make it up in the next chapter. Thanks so much to Marikshipper for reviewing! o(^▽^)o
Chapter 2- Cure Session
"Brand new days…brand new world…brand new sunrise…" Marik sang softly as he grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge then a glass from a cabinet.
He felt better than he had ever felt in his life; the new medication was like a dream come true to him. Everyday Marik would take his breakfast along with his meds before heading out to work at a local café. No longer did he hear the cutting voices in his head; the relentless chants of hostile demands and wishes. It was like a burden was lifted.
The Egyptian teen was finally able to move on from them, even gaining himself a pair of what he deemed to be real friends. One of them was a white haired teen named Bakura, who worked as a chef in the café Marik worked in. He was also a thief although, somehow, he never manages to get caught. He was a badass (which didn't stop Marik from developing a crush on the teen) and acted like one too but, luckily, they manage to get along really well. And because of his relationship with Bakura, Marik also got to meet his twin brother, Ryou. Marik found him to be adorably sweet; quite a stark contrast to the lone wolf attitude of his older brother.
Not that he minded. They were the best thing that ever happened to him, aside from the medication. They didn't seem to mind his awkwardness or his mental problem. In fact, it seemed that they all had their own demons: Bakura was an alcoholic and stole frequently (hence his habit of stealing things from the café) and Ryou had suicidal tendencies; he would never admit it out loud but he thought they fit quite nicely. They made him feel closer to sanity and more human.
Though he was enjoying his newfound freedom Marik found ways to abused it somewhat. Eventually he had begun to drink alcohol again, sometimes with his medication. After seven months of near bliss, Marik, unwittedly, stopped taking the pills. The Egyptian teen felt he no longer needed to keep taking them; it had fulfilled its purposed to him. Secretly, he begun to hide the rest of the pills from his sister, even going so far as to pretend to take them in front of her so she would think he was still taking them. Of course, he would spit it out as soon as she left the room.
It was no wonder that his chances of actually keeping his piece of tranquility flew out the window as the teen stood by the kitchen counter and drank some milk.