Halloween one-shot. Is Marik sure he wants to celebrate their birthday? Of course he is. He's better. Completely and totally better. But- no. Stop that. He isn't meant to think about that. That's not what well people think about.
But... It's not f...
DV: Hey, guys! Happy Halloween! Okay, so I know I'm posting this late. But I do have an excuse. I kind of forgot it was Halloween. Like, I knew. But it was only half-way through the day that I realised, 'Shit. It's Halloween.' So yeah. Here's your one-shot. Hope you guys like it! It was inspired by this piece of art by my friend Sam. Follow them on Facebook at Samael Dire Artwork and instagram at samael_dire. Enjoy the story!
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-DISPOSABLEVILLAIN-
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
His back itched and burned, even with its usual moisturiser spread over it. Even under a silk dress.
Just to remind him of what happened – of how wrong he was. Only him. Only him. No one else – not his brother, or sister. Just him.
He was a disgrace. He was the first-born – of course he should have wanted it. Of course he should have been okay with it.
Every other kid his age seemed perfectly content with their fathers and mothers going at their backs with a searing hot knife and mauling them. The ones that survived, anyway.
He laughed as Kek flicked a piece of dough at him. "You asshole! If you do that again, I swear I'm replacing your name with 'prick' on the cake."
Kek grinned. "Yeah, right. You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would." Marik grinned and worked on the icing as Kek stirred the dough. "Don't test me on this."
So much. He had been tested so many times. Why couldn't his brother just leave him alone?
Stop flicking dough. Stop walking in unannounced. Stop living with him. Stop talking to him.
Stop. Stop everything.
Stop living.
No, no. That was bad. Marik was better now. Marik was better. He was doing well again.
He narrowed his eyes. "That's it, I warned you!"
Kek scoffed. "You're not going to do it."
"Fucking watch me." Marik grinned.
He was meant to be better. No more thoughts of killing people.
But it wasn't fair.
-DISPOSABLEVILLAIN-
"Marik?"
Marik's eyes flashed open. He tried to push himself up, but his back screamed in protest. He turned his head to see his younger brother kneeling by his bed. "K-Kek?"
Kek gave him a feeble smile. "Hey."
Again, Marik tried to push himself off his stomach. He bit his lip to hold back a yell.
