Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Lost ( Chapter 18 )

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AN: Malik and Yami Malik. This is a confusing chapter, written in a weird style.

These two are very weird together. Writing this nearly made my brain implode. No, I don't know what they think they're doing. The chemistry is strange. This story is on crack. *shakes head* Read and tell me if your head explodes. Shounen ai, the usual. Kick the strangeness level up by about a thousand degrees.

Have fun, all of y'all.

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-Yami-

Softpretty hikari is upset.

Storming back and forth, forth and back, tugging on sunshine silk hair with frustrated fingers. From desk to door to door to desk to window to door, back again.

Hikari is getting me dizzy.

"It's just not fair!"

Hikari is very noisy.

"Yamiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Hikari is talking to me. Now hikari is shaking my shoulder, messing up my writing. Baka hikari.

Baka hikari needs to lose weight. Silly boy is now sitting on my back and leaning over my shoulder. Hair is tickling my skin. Could be mine or his. Must be ours. Smells flowery like sister Isis. Sillyvain hikari keeps stealing her shampoo.

"Stop writing in that damn book and listen to me!"

Just poked hikari with pencil. Thief was right - hikaris *do* squeak. Should test out theory on sugarsweet hikari - no, no, badbad idea. Meanyhead Pharaoh would kill me. ^_^ I drew smiley face! Maybe picture will make grumpypants hikari happy and not squeaky?

"I do not squeak!"

Hikari also has very cracking voice when agitated.

"Liar! Gimme that!"

Sorry, life-book. Hikari wants attention now.

/Yami!/

Very very squeaky voice. Oww! Must go steal Hikari's Rod so he can't bonk me on the head with it again.

Nainai!

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In the dead of the night, Malik Ishtar woke up screaming.

Beside him, his yami started awake, brilliant eyes flying open as his hikari vaulted over his stomach and flung open the door.

"Aibou?" he called plaintively.

"Fuck off!" came the screech from down the hall.

Ishtar frowned.

"Aiiiiiiibou!"

"Go to hell!"

Ishtar frowned deeper and jumped out of bed, following the honey-sweet scent of his hikari into the living room.

Accusing lavender eyes locked onto his own. "You! You - you go away! I don't want you here!"

He folded his arms and glared across the room. "I wanna be here."

"I don't want you here!" he shrieked in reply, picking up the nearest vase and hurling it at his yami.

The yami blinked as it shattered at his bare feet.

"I don't want you! Go away!"

The yami frowned again and stepped forward.

"No! No! No! I don't want you!"

The yami scowled.

"No! I never wanted you! Never! Go away!"

He growled.

"Noooooo!" Malik shrieked, and bolted.

His yami snarled and gave chase.

/Go away!/ he bellowed, dodging behind the sofa.

His yami jumped over the sofa, teeth bared. //No!//

/Fuck you! Leave me alone!/

//You belong to me. Mineminemine!//

"I don't!" he screamed, shoving a bookcase over. His yami spat a curse and leapt out of the way.

"Yes," Ishtar hissed threateningly, "You do."

Malik shook his head as hard as he could, burying his fingers into his hair and violently yanking out the platinum strands. "I'm not listening! I'm not listening!"

His yami only chuckled. //You don't have a choice.//

"I hate you I hate you I hate you!" he shrieked, hurling another vase towards his yami.

Ishtar ducked adroitly, watching it shatter against the wall. Pretty. "No you don't."

"I do! I do!"

"No!" he yelled back, laughing. "You can't!"

The hikari let out a single sob. "I hate you..." his voice cracked in misery, "I hate you..." he mumbled, dropping to the carpeted floor, exhausted by his own rage.

Soft footsteps crossed the floor with nary a sound and stopped before his tear-filled gaze. With a soft swish, his yami sat crouched before him, an unhappy frown puckering his forehead. Thoughtful eyes met his identical ones, the expression reflected in them one of peculiar sadness. For a moment, the madness had washed away from the yami, and only soft darkness remained.

"Sad sweet hikari-love is okay now?" he questioned softly, running slender fingertips over the soft skin of his cheek, biting his lip in childish anxiety at the tears that continued to tumble ceaselessly over them.

"I don't know," his other whispered helplessly, but he melted into the slender arms that curved possessively around him just the same.

He winced when the reply came, slow and sweet and subtle, flowing through his mind like rich wine, soft and reproachful, almost scolding. //To know is to love is to know is to love...//

"I hate you..." he whimpered in defiance, head bowing as his yami carelessly swept him off his feet and gently carried him to their bedroom.

And he was silent when the dark one placed him on the bed, arranging him like a pretty doll, fragile and delicate, all of the things he couldn't be but knew that he was.

And he cried.

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-Yami-

Softpretty hikari is sad now. Quiet quiet like desert nights, so soft I can barely feel his breath. But I can feel his crying. He gives little soft gasps, all wet and warm, almost like he does when I play with him, but he's sad, not bright and cooing and happy.

Not fair.

Before he was whining, after he was sobbing, and now he's just draped over my waist and making sadsoft sounds. Poor flawed hikari - all jaggedy and broken. I pet his hair, but he doesn't calm down, and he flinches when I let my fingers wander down his spine.

Oh. I understand now.

It's all his fucking asshole of a father's fault.

If I got the chance, I'd kill him again. Crush every bone in his body and rip out his still-beating heart with my bare hands. Tear his corpse to shreds and scatter the blood-drenched remains to the four winds, and blast any evidence of his existence away to oblivion.

No one touches what is mine. No one.

"Yami?"

Sadsoft hikari now all shy and quavering. Cuddles up against my side and burrows his pretty head under my arm.

Smile?

Shypretty eyes shinysoft with tears. Splintered little one.

Nainai, book. Sadsoft hikari needs me.

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He tucked the journal under the bed and the hikari under himself.

Soft whimpers stirred the silence. A soft declaration of devotion fell from traitorous lips as they pressed against the other's with a familiar longing desperation.

//I'll love you forever,// he whispered in adoring reply, and soothed the ache the only way he knew how.

The night was quiet and still as he kissed away the inevitable tears.

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-Yami-

Sweetsoft hikari is beautiful asleep. Slippery lips softly parted, sleeksoft hair clinging to dusk-dark skin, long dark lashes shut tight, all salty-spiked.

Shattered pieces of a mirror. Mineminemine.

Mmm. I can still taste him.

Poor shimmery hikari. I think I broke him - back then. Or has he always been like this? Am I the broken one? Is there a difference between us?

Bright. Glimmers like starlight, all sugary honey and thick amber. Poor thing crumbles like maple sugar. Airy delicacy. So much prettier than all the other hikaris... thief's hikari is all shimmery silver like rain, smells like it too... pharaoh's hikari is shifting moonlight, bright and clear. Thief is funny - all glinting metal and sharp mischief and shifting silk. Pharaoh is brightbrightdark, desert and passion, gold and blood. Thief's hikari smells nice - summertime rainstorms touched by the thief's scent, all musky ash and cool winds. Pharaoh's hikari smells pretty - soft mornings before dawn, flavored with the pharaoh, all desert jasmine and cool marble.

My hikari smells yummy.

...mmm. Cuddled into him and nibbled on silksoft skin. Salty fire - all mine.

Silly. Why is he so mad at me? I only do what he wants me to - he keeps contradicting himself. Staygo, gostay. Keh. Like I'd leave him. Even if he really wanted me to, I never would. He's mine forever, whether he knows it or not.

Yes. Forever.

I'm never letting him go. Not for life nor death nor power nor beauty nor blood.

He doesn't have to know. That's all right. Doesn't matter anyway. Silly, silly, silly little boy. Silly.

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-Hikari-

Three days now that I've missed school. Three.

But when you've got a drowsy-eyed yami all soft and purring in your bed... somehow school manages to take a back seat to it all.

Even with Isis screaming that we're a bum.

So I kinda skipped out on three days of school because my yami was in an affectionate mood. But when he's all calm and gentle and cuddly and carrying me around the apartment like I'm just a little kid... all soft kisses and "Prettysweet hikari wants this, yes?"

We spent an entire day camped out on the couch watching old American mystery movies. In black and white. Without subtitles.

And we had fun anyway.

I'm currently staring up at my ceiling with a completely deranged grin plastered across my face and the cause of that grin out on an ice cream run.

Usually, I wouldn't let him go out in public alone, but I told him exactly what to do five times in a row, so he should've gotten the general idea. I'm still waiting to hear the screams.

Where's he getting the energy? For these past few days... um, let's just say that he's surprisingly flexible. I've discovered you can make out in the most interesting places...

And surprisingly generous. Mmm. Ice cream.

There is no way in hell that I should be feeling this warm and fuzzy about a psychopathic murderer. I must be nuts.

I am nuts. I'm completely off my rocker and I don't give a damn!

I think... I think I'm going to try and seduce him tonight.

Holy Ra, I am crazy! He's... he's... absolutely perfect and I hate it and I want him so badly it hurts!

Oh gods, what am I going to do? I can't just walk over and say "Hey Yami, wanna fuck?"

...actually, knowing him, I probably can. He already shares my bed, and he's been all over me for a few weeks now, I think. I can't tell anymore.

I think I'm scared. Of something, I don't know what. It's stupid, I know, because he'd never hurt me, but he does it so easily, and what if I don't mean anything to him? I mean, I know I do, but it's my yami and I can't trust him not to... to...

I don't even know. This is pathetic. He's a part of me, and I don't even know what to think about it.

Is it because...? Because of a few nights ago?

Holy Ra... I know I'm losing my mind. There's this storm inside me and I don't know how to get rid of it and I don't mean to do it - but he's always there and sometimes he terrifies me half to death.

I love him.

I love him so much that I'm sobbing into my pillow and trying to muffle my screams because he hasn't come back yet. What time is it? I don't know, where's the clock? Why can't I see?

Oh. My pillow's all wet. I can't see because I'm crying. Why am I crying? Where's my yami?

"Yamiiiii!"

Oh. No. No. Not here, he's out getting us more ice cream because we ate it all.

He sat on the floor and fed me when I was lying on the sofa. Ice cream, kiss, ice cream, kiss, ice cream, kiss, kiss, ice cream, kiss, and then the news came on and he threw the empty container at the tv and kissed me again.

Why isn't he here? I get so cold when he's not around...

Where is he?

Where is he?

/Yami! Where are you?!/

Silence.

Silence.

Yami...

Why am I crying?

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-Yami-

Ice cream ice cream icey icey cream! The old man was staring at me but I got our ice cream!

Back to house and hikari! Pretty golden sunshine hikari! Mine! My hikari!

Hikari isn't waiting for me?

Ice cream in cold big box!

Where's my hikari?

//Hikari!//

Honey. Hikari! In our bedroom!

"Hikari!"

Softsad?

He sniffles and pulls at his hair. "You left... you left me..."

//When did I leave you?//

A soft watery gulp. "I was all alone!"

"No no no! Mine always! Never left you alone!"

Big sad eyes shine with tears. /Yami no baka!/ he shrieks, tugging again at his hair.

He hits me when I grab his hands and steps on my feet when I pin him against the wall.

"You stupid fucking bastard!" he continues, squirming distractingly.

"I fucking hate you!"

Silly little hikari.

He latches his fingertips into my hair and slams himself against me. Oof! Dammit, why's he always have to knock me off balance? Clumsy ass!

"You're such a goddamn lunatic!"

And then he leans forward and smashes his soft little mouth against mine like he'll die without it.

/Don't you ever fucking leave me alone again!/

Silly hikari. //Baka. You're mine forever and ever-//

He gives this odd little shiver and something cold and tingly and hurting slips down our link. /Amen./

Amen.

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AN: @_@ My brain hurts... Ahem. This is another royal fecking up of the timeline. It takes place before the Maliks... uh... do the horizontal mambo, but after they've started sleeping in the same bed and making out on a regular basis. No, I don't understand it either.

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