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Chapter 7
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***Present***
We intertwined our fingers and let the warmth seep from us to the wind that blew through the room. A steady buzz hummed around us dulling the silence, lulling us further and further into thought as our bodies became still. Eyes drooping more and more, we were almost there. As unwilling as we were, we were prepared.
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*** Past/Malik***
I listened in silence choking back sobs every so often, my teary eyes riveted to the floor, my fingers intertwined in my lap. I listened to the detective as he spoke to my elder sister in a voice that more then expressed his exasperation yet sympathy towards our situation. Ishizu paced back and forth listening to him, unable to keep her own sobs in check as the tears poured down her cheeks.
“I’m terribly sorry Mr. Odion. I’ve known for some time now that my brother is…well- how he is. And I’ve tried to help him. I’ve tried to stop hi-”
“NO! You haven’t tried to stop him, you’ve sheltered him from consequence after consequence. You’ve moved from city to city and allowed him to avoid owning up to the violence and reality of his life.”
My sister fisted her dress in one hand while attempting to brush the tears away from her eyes with the other. Her eyes joined mine on the floor, her breath was coming out in short gasps and she closed her eyes.
“If you really want to help him, you’ll turn him in Ishizu. You know it’s true. He needs help. Mental help… He could hurt himself and he needs to be brought to justice for all those he has already hurt.” The detective stood up from the seat within which he had been sitting, closing the distance between Ishizu and himself he clasped her hands. “It’s what he needs. But most importantly It’s what you need…” Moving closer to her, he wiped the tear tracks from her face and smiled sadly.
“ You can’t keep doing this to yourself. To you and to your brother.” He whispered, gesturing towards me. “You need to stop sacrificing so much to make Marik happy, to save him only so he can turn around and slam it all back into your face. Help me Miss. Ishtar. Help me, so I can help you.”
For some reason, his last few sentences sent a burning rage right through me. Firing me up and making the anger, fear, hurt and resentment boil into a bubbling pit of rage. Slamming my fists on the couch, I was on my feet in an instant. Tears just barely kept in check, hands fisted I walked up to Odion clenched both his hands and pulled them away from my sisters driving him back. I was able to drive him back quite a few paces before he gained his footing and steadied his stance. Shaking him as much as I could I yelled
“Stay the FUCK away from MY TWIN!” Gathering my strength, I pushed on last time making him take another few steps back before I stormed away from the room, ignoring Isihizu’s distant calls and slamming the door behind me.
I placed my head on the closed door, tears finally breaking free. I knew that the real source of my anger was Marik. I knew the way he was. But he was still my brother, MY twin and I would protect him no matter wh-
“Miss me any, sexy?” I jumped and whirled around. “Marik!!” I whispered quietly before throwing my arms around him. “Marik, you’ve got to get outta here…There’s a detective outside looking for you. He’s talking to Ishizu…God Marik-” I didn’t realize I was speed talking until Marik put his lips on mine kissing me lightly to silence me, I pushed him back and wiped my lips clean. Then grabbing his shoulders I gave him a hug and clung on to him for awhile before he pulled back.
“Wow…What’s up with the change of pace? First you hate me, now you love me?’
“…I still hate you. But-”
Marik frowned “But what?”
“But- nevermind…you’ve got to get out of here Marik.” There was a look on his face, this kind of far away expression that I’d never actually seen on his face before. He smiled at me and laughed a little “But you love me.” I looked at him and frowned “What?” I sputtered , he laughed again “I said,” he repeated himself “but you love me.” I stared at him then looked down, feeling the truth in the words I closed my eyes. He laughed some more “It’s alright Malik... Afterall, you don’t choose who you love…life would be too simple that way.”
“They know you’ve escaped Marik…you need to leave before they find you here.”
“…You’re helping me…you realize you should be turning me in right?” he whispered to me, I closed my eyes and tears started streaming down my face.
“I …I can’t...you’re right, people don’t choose who they love… I love you. With all my heart, big brother. I love you and I don’t want to see you get hurt, no matter how much it hurts anybody else, I can’t see you get hurt. I can’t be responsible for that…I can’t.”
He studied me briefly and before I knew it his body was pressed up against mine and I was slowly pushed up against the door. His lips locked softly against mine his thigh rubbing against me crotch. For once in my life I didn’t try to fight him off and just I accepted his caresses. I let his hands run up and down the sides of my chest as my arms wove around his neck and I laced my fingers into his hair. I briefly thought of feathers running over my skin and how I never thought anyone could be so gentle, never less my own brother. Before I knew it I was moaning, pressing against him…wanting more and more but not daring to ask for more. He was bucking against me softly muttering things between kisses and half breaths and my eyes closed and it was nothing but him and me. I began meeting his every buck until it seemed to me like we just dancing grinding and moaning against each other.
“Yes, please…please…pleasepleaseplease…” I barely recognize my own voice. How feeble and desperate it sounds is completely foreign to me.
“I could never do that to you little brother…” He whispers back to me “I could never take that from you…” I can feel him smile against my cheek and he kisses it soflty “No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I dream about it. I could never.”
“ But I want it!” I plead “Please Marik!” He backs away and smiles at me.
“No…” I feel the tears in my eyes.
/How could he? After all the taunting, and the bating when I finally agree to it, he pushes me away./
“Why are you here? Why did you come back?” I ask trying very hard to keep the sound of tears out of my voice. “Shouldn’t you be on the run? Ishizu isn’t going to move again. She isn’t going to cover up for you…you must know that. She won’t do it again.”
“I know.” He smiles at me and I’m helpless against the tears this time, they spring to my eyes and flow like rivers as the reality of his being right in front of my struck me.
“You’re saying bye…You’ve come to say goodbye.” A choked sob broke free from my lips, he just smiled.
“No , I actually came for the bike….but you can tell yourself I came to say bye if it will make you feel good.”
I stare at him for a second and burst in laughter quickly muffling the sound behind my hands. “Still a fuckin’ bastard I see.” He gives me one of his twisted grins and shrugs. He turns around and calls “Otogi!!” and I almost die of fright as a young man emerges from the shadows of my darkened room. He’s covered in blood and bruises, his skin is pale and his wide eyes are frightened while his lips are set in a tightly shut.
“Has he seen the bike?”
“Huh?” I answer back shocked by the man’s battered and broken appearance. He looked ready to pass out.
“The cop, has he seen my bike?”
“No…He doesn’t even know you have one…Ishizu might tell him though so you can’t use it forever.”
“Or you can just tell them that I sold it.” he looked towards Otogi for a second “Help him…I need to get out of here fast.”
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***Present***
/The occurrence that I’ll miss him is a shock to me. That I would actually miss him the man I’ve come to see as my passive tormentor. The one who says he loves me, the one who touches me over and over, the one I can do nothing but submit to despite my every urge to regurgitate in his face. I close my eyes and shudder, the thought of never hearing his laughter, of never feeling his caresses, to never feel so loved and even to never feel so protected dominated and chastised by his presence. To never feel his touch…When did I start liking it? When did I forget about her? When did my only need become a male? Have I been sinking so slowly in this heap that I didn’t even realize that I was buried…rooted so deep into their world of chaos, blood and sex that I wouldn’t ever be able to be completely free./
His hands pass over the belongings in his suitcase and he picks up a picture. A picture of the two of them together, hand in hand. One looking up at the other, the other looking straight at the camera his back straight, his feature set in a mask of grandeur.
/When did I start going wrong? When did I start belonging in that world?/
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Wow…I can’t believe I actually updated this… I’ve been thinking about getting back into my fanfiction groove for a while but I’ve only now been able to update this, I just didn’t have the motivation until today for whatever reason…^_^ There will be more. It will probably just take me a while to update. Hope you guyz review… Reviews are very helpful…They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
This chapter was supposed to be a little longer but I want to see if I can update another one of my fanfics so I just stopped it here for now… hope you enjoy!
Again! REVIEW!
R&R PL!
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***Present***
We intertwined our fingers and let the warmth seep from us to the wind that blew through the room. A steady buzz hummed around us dulling the silence, lulling us further and further into thought as our bodies became still. Eyes drooping more and more, we were almost there. As unwilling as we were, we were prepared.
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*** Past/Malik***
I listened in silence choking back sobs every so often, my teary eyes riveted to the floor, my fingers intertwined in my lap. I listened to the detective as he spoke to my elder sister in a voice that more then expressed his exasperation yet sympathy towards our situation. Ishizu paced back and forth listening to him, unable to keep her own sobs in check as the tears poured down her cheeks.
“I’m terribly sorry Mr. Odion. I’ve known for some time now that my brother is…well- how he is. And I’ve tried to help him. I’ve tried to stop hi-”
“NO! You haven’t tried to stop him, you’ve sheltered him from consequence after consequence. You’ve moved from city to city and allowed him to avoid owning up to the violence and reality of his life.”
My sister fisted her dress in one hand while attempting to brush the tears away from her eyes with the other. Her eyes joined mine on the floor, her breath was coming out in short gasps and she closed her eyes.
“If you really want to help him, you’ll turn him in Ishizu. You know it’s true. He needs help. Mental help… He could hurt himself and he needs to be brought to justice for all those he has already hurt.” The detective stood up from the seat within which he had been sitting, closing the distance between Ishizu and himself he clasped her hands. “It’s what he needs. But most importantly It’s what you need…” Moving closer to her, he wiped the tear tracks from her face and smiled sadly.
“ You can’t keep doing this to yourself. To you and to your brother.” He whispered, gesturing towards me. “You need to stop sacrificing so much to make Marik happy, to save him only so he can turn around and slam it all back into your face. Help me Miss. Ishtar. Help me, so I can help you.”
For some reason, his last few sentences sent a burning rage right through me. Firing me up and making the anger, fear, hurt and resentment boil into a bubbling pit of rage. Slamming my fists on the couch, I was on my feet in an instant. Tears just barely kept in check, hands fisted I walked up to Odion clenched both his hands and pulled them away from my sisters driving him back. I was able to drive him back quite a few paces before he gained his footing and steadied his stance. Shaking him as much as I could I yelled
“Stay the FUCK away from MY TWIN!” Gathering my strength, I pushed on last time making him take another few steps back before I stormed away from the room, ignoring Isihizu’s distant calls and slamming the door behind me.
I placed my head on the closed door, tears finally breaking free. I knew that the real source of my anger was Marik. I knew the way he was. But he was still my brother, MY twin and I would protect him no matter wh-
“Miss me any, sexy?” I jumped and whirled around. “Marik!!” I whispered quietly before throwing my arms around him. “Marik, you’ve got to get outta here…There’s a detective outside looking for you. He’s talking to Ishizu…God Marik-” I didn’t realize I was speed talking until Marik put his lips on mine kissing me lightly to silence me, I pushed him back and wiped my lips clean. Then grabbing his shoulders I gave him a hug and clung on to him for awhile before he pulled back.
“Wow…What’s up with the change of pace? First you hate me, now you love me?’
“…I still hate you. But-”
Marik frowned “But what?”
“But- nevermind…you’ve got to get out of here Marik.” There was a look on his face, this kind of far away expression that I’d never actually seen on his face before. He smiled at me and laughed a little “But you love me.” I looked at him and frowned “What?” I sputtered , he laughed again “I said,” he repeated himself “but you love me.” I stared at him then looked down, feeling the truth in the words I closed my eyes. He laughed some more “It’s alright Malik... Afterall, you don’t choose who you love…life would be too simple that way.”
“They know you’ve escaped Marik…you need to leave before they find you here.”
“…You’re helping me…you realize you should be turning me in right?” he whispered to me, I closed my eyes and tears started streaming down my face.
“I …I can’t...you’re right, people don’t choose who they love… I love you. With all my heart, big brother. I love you and I don’t want to see you get hurt, no matter how much it hurts anybody else, I can’t see you get hurt. I can’t be responsible for that…I can’t.”
He studied me briefly and before I knew it his body was pressed up against mine and I was slowly pushed up against the door. His lips locked softly against mine his thigh rubbing against me crotch. For once in my life I didn’t try to fight him off and just I accepted his caresses. I let his hands run up and down the sides of my chest as my arms wove around his neck and I laced my fingers into his hair. I briefly thought of feathers running over my skin and how I never thought anyone could be so gentle, never less my own brother. Before I knew it I was moaning, pressing against him…wanting more and more but not daring to ask for more. He was bucking against me softly muttering things between kisses and half breaths and my eyes closed and it was nothing but him and me. I began meeting his every buck until it seemed to me like we just dancing grinding and moaning against each other.
“Yes, please…please…pleasepleaseplease…” I barely recognize my own voice. How feeble and desperate it sounds is completely foreign to me.
“I could never do that to you little brother…” He whispers back to me “I could never take that from you…” I can feel him smile against my cheek and he kisses it soflty “No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I dream about it. I could never.”
“ But I want it!” I plead “Please Marik!” He backs away and smiles at me.
“No…” I feel the tears in my eyes.
/How could he? After all the taunting, and the bating when I finally agree to it, he pushes me away./
“Why are you here? Why did you come back?” I ask trying very hard to keep the sound of tears out of my voice. “Shouldn’t you be on the run? Ishizu isn’t going to move again. She isn’t going to cover up for you…you must know that. She won’t do it again.”
“I know.” He smiles at me and I’m helpless against the tears this time, they spring to my eyes and flow like rivers as the reality of his being right in front of my struck me.
“You’re saying bye…You’ve come to say goodbye.” A choked sob broke free from my lips, he just smiled.
“No , I actually came for the bike….but you can tell yourself I came to say bye if it will make you feel good.”
I stare at him for a second and burst in laughter quickly muffling the sound behind my hands. “Still a fuckin’ bastard I see.” He gives me one of his twisted grins and shrugs. He turns around and calls “Otogi!!” and I almost die of fright as a young man emerges from the shadows of my darkened room. He’s covered in blood and bruises, his skin is pale and his wide eyes are frightened while his lips are set in a tightly shut.
“Has he seen the bike?”
“Huh?” I answer back shocked by the man’s battered and broken appearance. He looked ready to pass out.
“The cop, has he seen my bike?”
“No…He doesn’t even know you have one…Ishizu might tell him though so you can’t use it forever.”
“Or you can just tell them that I sold it.” he looked towards Otogi for a second “Help him…I need to get out of here fast.”
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***Present***
/The occurrence that I’ll miss him is a shock to me. That I would actually miss him the man I’ve come to see as my passive tormentor. The one who says he loves me, the one who touches me over and over, the one I can do nothing but submit to despite my every urge to regurgitate in his face. I close my eyes and shudder, the thought of never hearing his laughter, of never feeling his caresses, to never feel so loved and even to never feel so protected dominated and chastised by his presence. To never feel his touch…When did I start liking it? When did I forget about her? When did my only need become a male? Have I been sinking so slowly in this heap that I didn’t even realize that I was buried…rooted so deep into their world of chaos, blood and sex that I wouldn’t ever be able to be completely free./
His hands pass over the belongings in his suitcase and he picks up a picture. A picture of the two of them together, hand in hand. One looking up at the other, the other looking straight at the camera his back straight, his feature set in a mask of grandeur.
/When did I start going wrong? When did I start belonging in that world?/
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Wow…I can’t believe I actually updated this… I’ve been thinking about getting back into my fanfiction groove for a while but I’ve only now been able to update this, I just didn’t have the motivation until today for whatever reason…^_^ There will be more. It will probably just take me a while to update. Hope you guyz review… Reviews are very helpful…They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
This chapter was supposed to be a little longer but I want to see if I can update another one of my fanfics so I just stopped it here for now… hope you enjoy!
Again! REVIEW!