Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Better Than Me ❯ Better Than Me ( Chapter 1 )
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By: puffin32781 
It's a one-shot and done. I will not be adding anymore chapters. Its Mari/Malik pairing.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 607 | Status: Completed
It's a one-shot and done. I will not be adding anymore chapters. Its Mari/Malik pairing.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 607 | Status: Completed
Better than me
Ok this is a song from Hinder and is six on their cd. It’s my second favorite song by them. Also this is the first time I’ve done a Marik/Malik pairing so if they seem ooc, sorry. I hope you all like my story and oh, there is no character death in this one. A rare thing for me. Anyways, on with the story.
I don’t own the song or Yugioh. Being used for fun only.
The song is song by Hinder.
I think you can do much better than meAfter all the lies I made you believeGuilt kicks in and I start to seeThe edge of the bedWhere your nightgown used to be
Marik let out a sigh as he sat on the large four-post bed in the equally large bedroom. “He can do better than me. After everything I did and all the lies…it’s for the best.” Marik said as he looked around his and Malik’s room.
The room was large with soft blue carpet and light wooden walls. Next to the door to the bedroom, to the left was a desk of light wood color. On the desk was a tabletop computer that was shut off, a mess of papers around it.
On the wall next to that was a huge walk in closet. The door was open where Marik could see all of Malik’s stuff and clothes gone. It looked only half-full if that much.
Across from the bedroom door was the large four-post bed. The posts were made of a light oak and the sheets were the same color as the carpet. The bed needed to be made but Marik just couldn’t seem to care about that. He just didn’t seem have the energy to do so.
Across from the closet was the wall that had two windows in it but had the dark blue curtains closed. Marik had gotten them to block out the sun in the morning.
As Marik sat there, he started to see his love’s stuff in the room. Marik shook his head again as he closed his eyes then dropped his head into his hands.
I told myself I wouldn't miss youBut I rememberedWhat it feels like beside youI really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik then let out a growl as he got up, walked over to the wall next to the windows, and punched it. “I said I wouldn’t miss you, Malik! I said I was glade when you were gone! So then why do I miss you and wish you back?” Marik asked himself as he punched the wall again. “Because I do miss you and I do want you back.” Marik said answering his own questions then growled as he punched the wall for the third time not caring how much it might hurt his hand or if he broke any bones. He had to hit something.
While looking through your old box of notesI found those pictures I tookThat you were looking for
Marik moved from the wall as his hand was bleeding some from hitting wall and just let it the blood fall to the floor, leaving dark red spots on the light blue carpet. Marik then sat down at the computer desk, took his shirt off, and rip it to wrap his hand as he just looked at it. He then looked at an old shoebox that had some old love notes the two would pass back and forth like a two girls while they were in high school. The two were now in college and both are 23 years old.
As Marik pulled them out, he found some pictured of them. Some of just them, or just Malik, or them and their friends or just Malik with their friends.
“These are the ones you wanted Malik, but I’ll be keeping them.” Marik said to himself as he kept looking throw them.
If there's one memory I don't want to loseThat time at the mallYou and me in the dressing room
As Marik was looking through them, he came across of picture of Malik modeling like a girl. He was wearing a mini skirt with a hot pink tank top. The two had gone to the mall and Marik found this outfit and made Malik try it on. When Malik came out wearing Marik found him looking goofy yet at the same time hot.
“I shouldn’t have gone back in there to help you take them off…we’re now not allowed back in that store. At lest not together anyways.” Marik said with a shake of his head and a grin on his face.
I told myself I won't miss youBut I rememberedWhat it feels like beside youI really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik then started to look at the others pictured as he slowly started to remember what Malik felt like.
Marik could remember how soft Malik’s skin felt when he would hold him or just wrap his arms around him. Or how hot his body get when they would make love.
Marik could remember that and more as he was wishing for Malik back but knew could not have him. “He’ll find someone better then me. He deserves someone better then me.”
The bed I'm lying in is getting colderWish I never would've said it's overAnd I can't pretend that I won't think about you when I'm olderCause we never really had our closureThis can't be the end
Marik knew the time was late as he went back and lay down in the bed that seem very cold and was getting colder without Malik next to him to help keep it warm. Marik was missing that warmth. Was missing the body to hold and cuddle with.
“Damn it all to fucking hell! If I hadn’t opened my fucking mouth I’d still have him.” Marik growled out at himself as he looked to the empty side of the bed.
The two had not really said good-bye or had any real closure so it was easy for Marik to hope, from time to time, that it wasn’t truly over. Marik also knew that as he got older he would still think of Malik. Malik after all was Marik’s only and true love. Marik truly loved Malik.
I really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik started to fall asleep and as he did, reached out and acted like he was pushing Malik’s hair out of his face. He could feel it there and did it out of habit but didn’t dare open his eyes and ruin the dream that he was having of having Malik again and feeling his hair in his face.
I really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me(And I think you should know this)(You deserve much better than me)
As he fell into a deeper sleep he could feel Malik’s lips on his and could tastes his innocence again. He could taste how sweet he was and Marik missed that taste most of all. “Better then me.” he then mumbled in his sleep when the kiss ended.
Malik stood next to his love as he watched he sleep and shook his head no, at what Marik just said. “No my love, I don’t deserve anyone better then you because there isn’t anyone.” Malik said as he crawled into bed next to Marik and feel asleep with a smile on his lips. Malik was finally back where he belonged, in Marik’s arms.
If Marik had open his when he felt the hair in his face or the kiss on his lips he would have seen that Malik had come back to him. Even if Marik believed that Malik should be with someone better then him, Malik wasn’t going to leave him. Malik was back and wasn’t ever going to leave Marik again.
Ok this is a song from Hinder and is six on their cd. It’s my second favorite song by them. Also this is the first time I’ve done a Marik/Malik pairing so if they seem ooc, sorry. I hope you all like my story and oh, there is no character death in this one. A rare thing for me. Anyways, on with the story.
I don’t own the song or Yugioh. Being used for fun only.
The song is song by Hinder.
I think you can do much better than meAfter all the lies I made you believeGuilt kicks in and I start to seeThe edge of the bedWhere your nightgown used to be
Marik let out a sigh as he sat on the large four-post bed in the equally large bedroom. “He can do better than me. After everything I did and all the lies…it’s for the best.” Marik said as he looked around his and Malik’s room.
The room was large with soft blue carpet and light wooden walls. Next to the door to the bedroom, to the left was a desk of light wood color. On the desk was a tabletop computer that was shut off, a mess of papers around it.
On the wall next to that was a huge walk in closet. The door was open where Marik could see all of Malik’s stuff and clothes gone. It looked only half-full if that much.
Across from the bedroom door was the large four-post bed. The posts were made of a light oak and the sheets were the same color as the carpet. The bed needed to be made but Marik just couldn’t seem to care about that. He just didn’t seem have the energy to do so.
Across from the closet was the wall that had two windows in it but had the dark blue curtains closed. Marik had gotten them to block out the sun in the morning.
As Marik sat there, he started to see his love’s stuff in the room. Marik shook his head again as he closed his eyes then dropped his head into his hands.
I told myself I wouldn't miss youBut I rememberedWhat it feels like beside youI really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik then let out a growl as he got up, walked over to the wall next to the windows, and punched it. “I said I wouldn’t miss you, Malik! I said I was glade when you were gone! So then why do I miss you and wish you back?” Marik asked himself as he punched the wall again. “Because I do miss you and I do want you back.” Marik said answering his own questions then growled as he punched the wall for the third time not caring how much it might hurt his hand or if he broke any bones. He had to hit something.
While looking through your old box of notesI found those pictures I tookThat you were looking for
Marik moved from the wall as his hand was bleeding some from hitting wall and just let it the blood fall to the floor, leaving dark red spots on the light blue carpet. Marik then sat down at the computer desk, took his shirt off, and rip it to wrap his hand as he just looked at it. He then looked at an old shoebox that had some old love notes the two would pass back and forth like a two girls while they were in high school. The two were now in college and both are 23 years old.
As Marik pulled them out, he found some pictured of them. Some of just them, or just Malik, or them and their friends or just Malik with their friends.
“These are the ones you wanted Malik, but I’ll be keeping them.” Marik said to himself as he kept looking throw them.
If there's one memory I don't want to loseThat time at the mallYou and me in the dressing room
As Marik was looking through them, he came across of picture of Malik modeling like a girl. He was wearing a mini skirt with a hot pink tank top. The two had gone to the mall and Marik found this outfit and made Malik try it on. When Malik came out wearing Marik found him looking goofy yet at the same time hot.
“I shouldn’t have gone back in there to help you take them off…we’re now not allowed back in that store. At lest not together anyways.” Marik said with a shake of his head and a grin on his face.
I told myself I won't miss youBut I rememberedWhat it feels like beside youI really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik then started to look at the others pictured as he slowly started to remember what Malik felt like.
Marik could remember how soft Malik’s skin felt when he would hold him or just wrap his arms around him. Or how hot his body get when they would make love.
Marik could remember that and more as he was wishing for Malik back but knew could not have him. “He’ll find someone better then me. He deserves someone better then me.”
The bed I'm lying in is getting colderWish I never would've said it's overAnd I can't pretend that I won't think about you when I'm olderCause we never really had our closureThis can't be the end
Marik knew the time was late as he went back and lay down in the bed that seem very cold and was getting colder without Malik next to him to help keep it warm. Marik was missing that warmth. Was missing the body to hold and cuddle with.
“Damn it all to fucking hell! If I hadn’t opened my fucking mouth I’d still have him.” Marik growled out at himself as he looked to the empty side of the bed.
The two had not really said good-bye or had any real closure so it was easy for Marik to hope, from time to time, that it wasn’t truly over. Marik also knew that as he got older he would still think of Malik. Malik after all was Marik’s only and true love. Marik truly loved Malik.
I really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me
Marik started to fall asleep and as he did, reached out and acted like he was pushing Malik’s hair out of his face. He could feel it there and did it out of habit but didn’t dare open his eyes and ruin the dream that he was having of having Malik again and feeling his hair in his face.
I really miss your hair in my faceAnd the way your innocence tastesAnd I think you should know thisYou deserve much better than me(And I think you should know this)(You deserve much better than me)
As he fell into a deeper sleep he could feel Malik’s lips on his and could tastes his innocence again. He could taste how sweet he was and Marik missed that taste most of all. “Better then me.” he then mumbled in his sleep when the kiss ended.
Malik stood next to his love as he watched he sleep and shook his head no, at what Marik just said. “No my love, I don’t deserve anyone better then you because there isn’t anyone.” Malik said as he crawled into bed next to Marik and feel asleep with a smile on his lips. Malik was finally back where he belonged, in Marik’s arms.
If Marik had open his when he felt the hair in his face or the kiss on his lips he would have seen that Malik had come back to him. Even if Marik believed that Malik should be with someone better then him, Malik wasn’t going to leave him. Malik was back and wasn’t ever going to leave Marik again.