Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Promiscuous Love ❯ Wrong Place, Wrong Time ( Chapter 8 )

Standing outside of Malik's bedroom, Ryou was hesitant to knock on the door before him concerning all that his friend could have heard. Raising his hand up slightly, he eventually rapped upon the door to get Malik's attention from the other side, “Malik?”

 

“Go away,” Malik wearily begged from the other side.

 

Checking to see if the door was locked, the white haired boy was relieved to see otherwise as he stepped back into the room where his friend was hurting. “Malik, please listen to me,” Ryou begged coming closer to the bed once more.

 

Malik was avoiding eye contact with his partner with his knees to his chest and his forehead resting in between his knees.

 

Crawling back into the bed, Ryou rested his hand upon the etched back of the former tomb keeper. “You don't have to say anything and you can listen if you want, but I promise you Malik that I will try to keep you from going to this place Kaiba has picked out, ok? But, the thing is, you are going to have to work with me and try to help me show Kaiba that you are fine within the time he set for us. He only gave me a week and that is all.”

 

“I don't know why you listen to him!” Malik seemed to snap, turning to look angrily at Ryou. “He's just a corporate asshole!”

 

Looking down at the mattress beneath them, Ryou raised both brows for a moment as if to substitute for a shrug, eyeing Malik before speaking. “Well…in an odd way, Kaiba is just showing he cares even if he seems really brash about the whole situation.”

 

Malik didn't want that kind of response as he kept the furious frown and looked back at the TV near the wall that was before the foot of his bed. At that moment more than anything, he hated Seto and he wanted to go and tear him apart for the position he put him in.

 

“Malik I did mean what I said about loving you,” Ryou confessed softly. “But in order to really show that, I am going to try and help you and though you may not like it—I will do the things I do because I care a lot about you.”

 

The Egyptian refused to be verbal towards anything directed at him at the moment being that his anger was festering within him though Malik was trying to keep it at bay best he could.

 

Sensing that his friend wanted to be alone, Ryou sighed softly getting to his feet for the moment. “I need to stop by the store real quick before getting ready for work. Will you be okay by yourself?”

 

“Sure,” was all Malik could think to say since he wanted the vibe to hit Ryou that he wished to be alone to think about what was going to happen in a given week.

 

Feeling that it would be best to have him be alone for a moment, Ryou headed for the doorway with a bit of a saddened sigh. Placing his hand on the side of the door, he looked back over his shoulder a moment with a bit of a hopeful grin, “Malik, please promise me you will be okay here alone…”

 

“I'll be fine,” Malik answered though continuing to stare at the wall before him.

 

Praying that he would be so, Ryou left him be to go to the store to grab a few things they needed to restock on.

 

Once Malik heard the front door shut to announce Ryou's departure, he couldn't help but get out of bed for the moment and storm into the bathroom. Not bothering with the door at the moment since he knew he was the only one there, he stared at himself in the mirror for the time being with his hands gripping onto his wild, dusty blond hair tightly for a moment. “I won't let them. I won't let them,” Malik seemed to reiterate to himself quietly with a brief shake of his head. “I won't go to that place—I refuse to—I don't need it.” Releasing his hair, Malik looked at himself in the mirror a bit more closely this time as if to examine himself. Flinching and shaking his head briefly, he hissed at the feeling that attacked his body.

 

“You don't have a choice in the matter,” Mariku announced boldly from within Malik's mind. “You're so busy trying to suppress me with all the crap you do, what choice do they have but to send you away? And they will send you away—a place to be locked up just like when you were guarding the Pharaoh's tomb. Ryou won't stand up to Kaiba for he doesn't care about you. He just spouts that shit to make you feel better when nobody cares.”

 

“You're wrong and you know it!” Malik growled, grabbing back onto his head to try and make Mariku's evil voice stop. “Ryou would never just say something to make me feel better!”

 

“Listen to how pathetic you are! You actually believe the stuff he gives you! He is going to turn you over to the mental ward—just you wait, my friend,” Mariku chuckled within the back of Malik's mind where he was dwelling.

 

“Shut up!” Malik demanded, bringing his head down to the sink for a moment praying that the evil voice would disappear. Giving it a moment or two, he eventually heard nothing more surface about him allowing Malik to slowly pick his head up off of the sink counter and attempt to recollect himself. Sniffling a bit thanks to the saddened rush it gave him, Malik cupped his hands about his face before pulling them away slowly to look back at the person in the mirror. “I want you out!” Malik nearly shouted as he tore out of the bathroom so he could head out his bedroom and into the hallway to get to the kitchen area.

 

Getting to where the silverware was held, Malik rumbled through it eagerly to eventually pull out a sharp enough butcher knife that he knew would suffice for him. Storming back into his bedroom, he sat upon his messy bed once more eager to make the pain go away that he was feeling and hoping that Mariku would go with it. Malik situated the blade just right on the palm of his hand to drag the blade across it slowly to take in the pain that it dealt him. Hissing slightly from the tenderness and shutting his eyes tightly, he eventually accepted it as he opened one eye to see the crimson liquid bubble to the surface and spill over his hand thanks to the incision he made. Finding some kind of relieve in the mental pain slipping away in that dark blood, he moved the blade to another area to cut heading for his right thigh to cut there.

 

About to move to his left wrist once finished with the right, the blade was unable to reach the skin for someone's hand met with Malik's ivory cheek and caused him to release the blade he held. Turning to face whoever it was, the mauve eyes of Malik's widened to see Atemu standing there with a furious expression that hinted sadness.

 

“What do you think you are doing, Malik?!” Atemu demanded to know, grabbing the knife and throwing it across the room on the floor so he couldn't get to it again. “Look at what you have done to yourself!” Atemu couldn't believe it as he took off his dark indigo top shirt to wrap up and stop the blood from coming from the Egyptian's right wrist and palm. Malik's right hand was in horrible shape as was his right thigh that he hacked away at in attempts to make Mariku seep through the wounds and leave him be. Backing up slightly, Atemu hoped the sobbing boy would stay settled long enough for him to get what he needed. “Stay put, Malik, and don't move! I am going to get bandages for you.”

 

The Pharaoh spirit eventually came back with the bandages to tend to the cuts Malik put on parts of his body. Exhaling a shaky breath, Atemu looked at Malik as he continued wrapping up his wrist and palm that were the worse off. “Malik, why did you do this? You've done many things but you were never a masochist, were you?”

 

Flinching at the cuts being sealed up with the white bandages, Malik sniffled back his tears with a slight nod of his head. “I cut myself—some times…just one bit at a time…never this badly,” Malik finally admitted softly.

 

“How come I never saw the scars?” Atemu wondered since he had seen Malik's body before without clothing.

 

“Because it isn't easy to see tiny scars in the dark,” Malik answered, flinching once more with a bit of a howl of displeasure when Atemu worked on bandaging up his right thigh.

 

Finishing up the right thigh, Atemu couldn't help but turn from the sight that was before him. It was so hard to look upon Malik now and it hurt him to. “You have been mutilating yourself and I don't understand why. Was it Mariku again?”

 

Furrowing his brow in sadness, Malik closed his eyes trying to block it out as he nodded, “Among other things…Seto wants me to go to a mental facility or something…”

 

Looking back at Malik with a slightly surprised expression on his royal face, he moved to the bed where Malik was sitting to listen to more, “Really?”

 

“I don't want to go and I don't want anyone to force me to,” Malik growled not liking the tone in that one word alone that Atemu released.

 

“Malik, you are slowly killing yourself from the inside out. What do you expect us to do?” Atemu asked honestly. “We don't want to lose you and the only way we can express that is by handing you over to people who will be able to help you feel better about what happened.”

 

“So you're giving up on me?” Malik asked, his face breaking back into complete sadness. “You're going to abandon me like Ryou and the others?”

 

“We're not abandoning you,” Atemu insisted, placing his hand on Malik's shoulder. “If we were abandoning you, we wouldn't care and let you kill yourself which is what you will end up doing unless you get help since—we are unable to help you.”

 

“It still sounds like you've given up on me,” Malik whispered, attempting to move his legs to his chest but only to stop since the new cut on his right thigh he wasn't used to being there. “I am sorry that I cannot be all happy and cheerful after Isis' death months down the line. I am sorry that I cannot magically transform back into the person I used to be but—it's all just so hard…”

 

Listening to the sudden sorrowful sobs of his friend, Atemu couldn't help but feel his heart break. Reaching over for Malik, he embraced his shaking figure to try and settle him since he could only imagine how hard everything was for him at the moment. Resting his cheek against the shaggy, unkempt hair of the former tomb keeper, he forced back the sadness that he too felt for the situation. “I know it takes time for you to feel better again. Isis meant a lot to you and her loss is not something to easily forget. But you have to understand,” here he lifted Malik's chin up with his index finger so he could look him in the eyes. “Killing yourself won't make things any better for you no matter what. Too many people will miss you and you would only add to someone else's pain by leaving this world.”

 

“I give everyone enough pain and heartache as is,” Malik admitted through his choking sobs. “I don't see why my death wouldn't just ease things.”

 

“Don't talk like that!” Atemu scolded almost angrily this round. “We all understand that you are having a hard time and have a reason to lash out at people given the circumstances, but do not think for a moment that your killing yourself would make things better for us!”

 

Hearing him put it that way made something inside of Malik finally crack, his tears soon pouring back down his face as he sobbed heavily about what was dwelling within him both mentally and physically. “Mariku is driving me insane. I don't know what I am going to do with him still inside of me…”

 

Atemu felt his whole body falter to Malik's plea before holding him closer to his chest as if to protect him from the world about him. Cupping the back of his dusty blond hair, Atemu rested his cheek upon the side of his head as he did earlier feeling horrible for him. “I am sorry, Malik. I really wish there was something I could do to help you but I have tried everything…”

 

“There is nothing anyone can do,” Malik sobbed as his figured jolted with each cry.

 

Atemu couldn't bear it any longer as he pushed gently back from the former keeper of his tomb to make him look within his sorrowful eyes. Placing his hand upon Malik's shoulders, he bent down to kiss him on his quivering mouth. Closing his narrow eyes, Atemu took in the warm breath and taste of Malik's saliva that he felt he had been too long without.

 

Malik couldn't help but be surprised from the sudden reaction though eventually falling within it…forgetting the words that Ryou ever muttered to him for the time. Closing his eyes with Atemu's and tilting his head to taste the Pharaoh in return, he eventually made himself more comfortable on the bed by lying down upon his etched back.

 

Resting on top of Malik's body, he had to remind himself to be a bit careful of the areas that the former tomb keeper hacked away at as he felt ever part of Malik's body. Kissing his neck for a moment once he parted from Malik's lips, he trailed down to his abdomen once he pulled the knee night shirt higher up to do so since it was in his way. Once upon the curly mound of the hurting boy, Atemu was mindful of Malik's right thigh that was injured as he brought his hands in between his legs to take a gentle hold of Malik's visible organ.

 

Feeling Atemu near his member caused Malik to hitch in breath before bringing the back of his left hand close to his own mouth. Warmth and dampness soon enclosing about his sensitive organ, Malik couldn't help but curl his toes and release a startled cry at the fires of pleasure that rushed through his shaken form. The Egyptian's hand soon met with Atemu's wild, tri-colored hair as he was prompted to grab a bit of it while rocking into Atemu's warm mouth that concealed his swelling member.

 

Keeping a gentle, yet firm grip on Malik's swelling manhood, Atemu continued to take as much as he could in before pulling back to allow his saliva to mate with his member. Feeling his own react to the moans of Malik and the taste of his ivory member, Atemu eventually pulled back so to look at the pleasure filled expression of his former keeper. “You're going to be okay,” Atemu said nearly breathlessly, his hand caressing Malik's warm cheek.

 

Malik looked within the sincere expression of the Pharaoh spirit, managing a smile for a moment before kissing his lips once more, embracing his back. The kiss they shared didn't last too long for the sound of someone standing at the door caught them both off guard and the two shifted their attention towards the sudden inhale someone took.

 

Ryou was standing there at the door with his eyes widened in painful shock and a bit of embarrassment. Having to walk in on this was more than he could bear after he had confessed how he felt to the tomb keeper.

 

Atemu was confused but embarrassed none the less at the predicament they were caught in before Malik shifted underneath him, causing the spirit to move to the other side of the bed.

 

“Ryou,” Malik seemed to panic not liking the hurt on his friend's face.

 

Trying to conceal the pain on his face, Ryou tried to attempt a smile though the tears filling his eyes would suggest he was beyond devastated. “It's okay—I am sorry that I—intruded…I will go now to get ready for work.”

 

Malik fixed his nightshirt to make sure it was covering what he wanted before hurrying over to Ryou though flinching as he did so from the wounds he inflicted upon himself earlier, “Ryou, please! I am sorry!”

 

“If it is Atemu you desire, you can have him,” Ryou insisted almost bitterly, turning his back to Malik. Trying to keep his disappointment and sadness to himself, Ryou hurried away from the scene and into his own bedroom, locking the door behind him so nobody could get in to hurt him further. Embracing his body that was overwhelmed at what it had witnessed, Ryou placed his back against his door before sliding gradually down to sit before it.

 

Feeling the hurt emitting from the side in control, the Ring shined a bright light for a moment allowing both Tozokuoh and Bakura to resurface in the form that only Ryou could see. Bakura sighed at the situation figuring something like this would happen since Malik was so confused and hurt with Mariku inside, but he didn't mean for his lighter half to get hurt and caught up in the process of admitting his feelings to the one he cared for, for so long.

 

Tozokuoh on the other hand couldn't be happier and merely scoffed at Bakura before heading over to the sobbing Hikari. “I told you he wasn't right for Ryou.” Kneeling down beside Ryou, he embraced him gently with an evil type smirk on his face though the embrace itself was full of twisted care.

 

“Malik is just wild emotionally,” Bakura assured with a bit of a frown at the darkest of the three. “He will come around if Ryou continues to work with him.”

 

“No,” Ryou whimpered, shaking his long albino colored hair. “I cannot work with Malik anymore; it has become too hard at this point…”

 

“Ryou, what difference would it make now?” Bakura wondered, allowing Tozokuoh to stay put for the moment. “You knew Malik was sleeping around for Anzu always came by to whine about it to you! She didn't like her precious Yugi being taken from her and, while her jealous banter was annoying, you should have listened to her and knownshe spoke the truth.”

 

“I know what she told me but—I just didn't want to believe it…,” Ryou said through his tears. “I love someone I cannot have and to know I will never be enough for him hurts more than anything.”

 

“Do you wish of me to speak with him?” Bakura offered with another soft exhale.

 

“No, please don't,” Ryou begged with a shake of his head, leaning into Tozokuoh for the comfort he needed at the moment which was any who would hold onto him. “I cannot bear to make things any worse than they are at the moment. I will just hand him over to Atemu seeing that is what he wants and needs.”

 

“Ryou, you cannot give up on Malik right now,” Bakura insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

“He gave up on us a long time ago!” Ryou surprisingly snapped in bitter disappointment, turning to embrace Tozokuoh's broad neck.

 

Tozokuoh gladly accepted as his strong arms stayed about the upset, shaken boy before looking to Bakura with a sort of fake sympathy. “Don't make things worse than they already are, Bakura. It is best to just hand him over to the pathetic Pharaoh to spare us all. He's a troublemaker and not worth our time.”

 

Bakura could only shoot a nasty glare at Tozokuoh before looking at the door before him with a serious look on his face. Malik may be disorderly, but I doubt Atemu is what he truly wants. People do things they don't mean when they are upset and hurting and something had really startled Malik—startled him enough to cut himselfand make him lean towards the first person to come to his aid, so it couldn't have been his fault but the other dwelling inside of him…