Toys

"Mirror Mirror on the wall who's the freakiest one of all?" I tossed my long blonde hair over my shoulder. "I am of course. But that's okay because that's the way it should be."

The teen sitting on my bed sighed heavily. "Arrogant much?"

"I'm fucked up. No questions about it. I know it's true and the sad part is that it doesn't bother me. Of course the same can't be said for my family. Hence the reason sister kept me medicated for so long. The head shrinker said something about self destructive tendencies. So what, I mean everyone is crazy in their own way. Maybe I like being depressed and slightly suicidal. I have no problem admitting it. What are they going to do, commit me?"

I always had my darkness. My other self.

I just never got to spend as much time with him as I would have liked to though it was not his fault but the random shittiness of the universe that was to blame. Damn Yugi. No, not Yugi. The other one. Atemu. The fucking Pharaoh's ghost. At least my darkness wasn't dead.

"I think Yugi's a necro-nympho."

Long lashes closed over startled brown eyes. "What?"

"They stand too close to not be. And they dress the same. For no reason. It's not like Atemu is trying to pass for Yugi. Who would want to? Stupid little shit."

Another sigh fell from those pouting lips. Ryou just hangs out with me because he doesn't have any one else to talk to.

I decide to change the subject. "When I think of myself I feel like something's missing. I'm not sure what, it's just a feeling. Like I'm standing in room surrounded by things, toys, books, clothes, things like that you know, and there are voices telling me to pick what represents me the best. How do you do that?"

He shrugs before going back to his homework. I don't like that. Math is not more important than I am.

"My life seems to be moving on without my permission. I feel like I don't know anyone any more."

Ryou used to...not Ryou...Akefia used to be around more. But he left. I don't know why.

"I think the stupid little shit and his dead fuck toy had something to do with it. After all they took my Yami away from me."

Ryou just flipped the paper he's writing on over. He doesn't even pretend to understand what I'm saying anymore. I wish he would though. They never did like Ryou. They just let him hang around to keep an eye on Akefia. Now they've went and hurt him.

"It was good for Yugi to feel what it's like to have half of his soul ripped away. Serves him right."

"That's not fair Malik. It hurt him as badly as it did us I'm sure. Maybe more. At least Atemu cared about him. That's more than Akefia or Marik."

I growl at him. I swear, I was just playing not trying to be mean. He doesn't act like that's the way I mean it. I change the subject to avoid the pained look he shoots me. "Add to the fact my sister's trying to make me over all the sudden. She's buying me clothes and spending money to buy this stuff to keep me from chewing on the skin around my nails so I'll quit biting my nails until they bleed. Not to mention she spent 3 hours helping me pick a new hair dye. And she said she likes the white streaks in my hair. She's such a lying bitch."

For some reason Ryou doesn't care about what I say about my siblings. Maybe it's because he doesn't have any of his own anymore.

"You have to understand this woman to see why that shocks me. My sister has spent the last 4 years trying to get me to cut my hair and leave it it's natural black color. To look more like a respectable man. Who wants to do that?"

A slender hand raises into the air for a moment. He's such a goody goody.

"Not to mention she's not the motherly type. She's the type who talks to her siblings like they're the same age as she is and care about the same things. Which we don't."

"Yeah, no one understands you at all do they Malik. It's so hard to be you." He slams the math book shut and shoves it off the bed.

"But the thing that really gets me is my nails. I mean the woman doesn't even notice what she's wearing half the time and now she's trying to get me to quit biting my nails. The woman's giving me make up advice. That doesn't involve "wipe that black crap off your face." No, this is more of "this is a pretty color blue don't you think." The scariest thing about the new half of the wannabe parental unit is that she went with me today to pick out a pocket knife. The same person that told me I didn't need one for obvious reasons.So I cussed out the poor boy helping us at the store. Just random words about his grandmother and the family cow. Nothing too bad right. Isis didn't do a damn thing about it either. Didn't say a word. Just went about her way. Maybe she gave up."

"You are an ass."

"You love it."

He doesn't deny it. I knew he wouldn't.

"Lets fuck." I crawl across the bed towards him.

"We were talking." He lays back against the pillow even as he protests.

I slid my hands up under his shirt. "You're not good at talking. You're much better at screwing."

What's the best part of being me? People aren't surprised when I'm rude.