Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dramatic Influences ❯ Red Sauce ( Chapter 8 )

Apartment

Yami no Malik

Blinding light pierced through the lids of my eyes. I fell asleep and unfortunately it was not a dream. After the duel with the pharaoh I amazingly retained a form of my own. I do not know why, probably Anubis pitied me after all no angel would even glance at this being of hatred and indifference.

Truly I was lucky. Although it depends on how one sees luck. Glancing at my arms obviously the female bandaged them. I averted my head towards the window that was fatefully painted shut.

Happy people.

I grunted in annoyance when my gaze laid upon them. It is much too bright. I yearn for the night and its never ending atmosphere of danger and mystery. Once I heal they shall die. A sinister smirk appeared. The female, the pharaoh, and his friends. I must taste their blood. The metallic delicacy.

How glorious that day shall be. The time when I shall rule. Most would say that I am crazy but I am very much sane. There is no identification for lunacy except difference. If we are different then we are mad, feared. I am sensible in my own way and my way will soon be everyone's way.

I arched my head back. Soon it shall come so very soon.

Apartment

Heza

The episode that I had to endure with Jou stayed in my mind while I made Mariku-kun's meal. Never had he been the way he was to me. It was as if I was speaking to a stranger.

I shuddered.

True I was not use to people yelling at me the way he did. It hurt but, I can't dwell on it for such a long time. An act of weakness is a sin, or at least some people think that way.

I glanced at the room Mariku slept in.

He is different than most people I have met. I was a spoiled child and was never told what to do. Most of the time I was bored to death while I lived most daydreams that everyone has dreamt at least once.

My parents never thought that I would like that sort of life style. I had always hidden behind a smile. Just one smile would satisfy them and with that information I knew that I could do anything.

Luckily I had published various books and I have sold some art work to pay for this apartment and my school. Yes I did run away. Suffocated is what I felt.

It was the coward's way out but I had no choice. I changed my name and left the country as they say.

Slowly I put down the knife that I was using to cut up Mariku's rare meat. I stared at it for awhile and picked it up once again. He enjoyed my blood. To most humans blood has no taste but he found it.

With one quick swipe I slashed my wrist and sprinkled the gooey substance over the meat until I took a towel and some bandages to secure and stop the flow of my blood.