Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Yami's POV

"Why are you crying?"

I look up through my veil of tears and hurriedly wipe them away. Marik stands there, a
puzzled look in his amethyst eyes.

"You wouldn't understand," I reply sadly, turning my face away.

There is a moment of silence as the bed creaks and he sits down beside me.

"Hikari cries sometimes," he says.

"And you don't?"

"I am the cause," he says with a dark look in his eyes... but for a moment, beyond the
sadism, I see pain.

"Don't you ever cry?"

He considers for a moment, then he lies, "No," his face insincere. I wipe at my tears
again trying to focus on his face...

There it is, running down his face--one tear track. It gives me a sort of hope--sounds
odd, I know, but one who can feel sorrow can surely feel love.

"Tell me about the time you cried," I say gently, discarding my own tears. He gives me a
strange look.

"I said I don't cry. Why are you crying?"

I decide to compromise in hopes that he will tell me his story. It's perhaps the reason
he feels that he doesn't know what love is.

"I was crying... because I was frustrated. I can't understand how your mind works, I can't
figure out how to explain love to you. Please tell me what has upset you."

I draw my index finger down the tear track on his face and he catches my hand as I reach
his jaw. And then he begins to speak...

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Not long but forever after, when he is done and I am holding him in comfort, I feel
pity. No child should have to see what he has seen. And to never know love by a name...

"Marik?" I whisper to the boy whose head is tucked beneath my chin. "Your mother
loved you."

He pulls out of my embrace enough to see my face. "She loved me? That is love?"

"That is love, Marik--caring for another person over yourself. Your mother... didn't
really give you the love you needed because she was busy with your father. But she
loved you."

"Love is hard," he says with a childish frown. I laugh a little and ruffle his hair.

"Of course it is. Do you want to try it?"

He cocks his head to the side, considering for a long moment.

"I guess so... We still do the sex part, right?"

I sweatdrop. "Yes..."

"Okay. So love is... making someone else happy too."

"Basically."

He is silent for another long moment, then reaches up and traces the tear tracks on my
own face.

"Are you happy?" he whispers in my ear.

"Happier than before... But we still have to get out of your house eventually, you know."

"Work on that later," he mutters and kisses me along my jaw.

I have a moment to worry that perhaps he still doesn't understand, that he is only
parroting me to get sex, before I say to heck with it and surrender to his touches.
Worry later...