I Love You: A Markimash Fanfic

I Love You: A Markimash Fanfic Chapter 3

Third Person P.O.V

"Mark, what are you doing here," Yami said quietly with shock in his voice. His British accent made 'Mark' sound like 'Ma'k'.

"I need to talk to you, why didn't you answer my calls?" Mark said, "Have you seen the voice mails?"

"Yes," Yami said, "A lot of things were on my mind lately and..."

"It had to be a hell of a lot of things on your mind. You haven't talked to me in weeks, Yami, weeks!" Mark said.

"I know I'm sorry, I recently broke up with Jess, if you didn't know,"

"No I didn't know. 'Cause you never called me!" Mark exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, "but do you...wanna talk about it,"

Yami's chocolate eye widened again, "Um... now's not a good time Mark...I really have to go..." He stammered closing the door.

Mark stopped the door from closing with his foot, "Please, Yami," Mark whispered, using his deep voice, "Open the door, I wanna talk, please,"

Yami sighed sadly, slowly and cautiously opening the door. Revealing a very dark room. Mark blindly stepped inside and stayed close to a wall to find a light switch. When he felt the switch he flicked it on and almost gasped. The room was a mess. There were clothes thrown all over the living room. There were dirty, molding dishes in the disgusting sink that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks.

"Yami," Mark whispered turning around to face him,"What..." but he stopped dead in his throat. The sight of Yami was to much for Mark to take. Yami's hair was messy from never brushing it. His shoulder blades were shown, assuming Yami hadn't eaten in days. Even his stomach was nearly gone. But what really took Mark off guard was his eyes. Yami's eyes lost all there color and was just a dead brown. Normally they would be bright and happy. But now they where just filled with sadness and depression. Mark could also see tears falling down his face.

"Yami..." he murmured when a sob escaped Yami throat. Mark opened his arms, "Come here,"

Yami couldn't fight back his tears anymore, he ran into Mark's strong arms and cried noisily.

" Why, Mark?" Yami sobbed, "Why does everyone hate me. My girlfriends left me, my mum doesn't love me anymore, no one loves me anymore, and..." a painful sob interrupted his rants. He was about to contiue when Mark shushed him.

" Shhh...Yami," he said, rubbing his bony back soothingly as more sobs came, "Don't ever say no one loves you, your loved by your friends, fans, family. Screw the people that don't, screw them all. But always know that I'm here and you'll never be alone,"

Yami looked up at Mark, "Never?"

"Never," Mark smiled. Then notices something on Yami's arms, "Yami? What this on your arm?"

Mark grabbed Yami's hand, "It's n-n-nothing," Yami murmured, he tried to pull away but Mark had an iron grip. Mark touched his forearm and Yami winced pain. Raising a confused yet concerned eyebrow, he pulled up Yami's long sleeve gently. Mark softly gasped. Scars and cuts went up and down his arm, old ones and new ones. Mark saw six fresh new cuts added to the collection. He looked at Yami with concerned soft brown eyes and Yami broke down again. Mark then pulled Yami, to his feet and led him to the couch. Laying Yami down, he found a pretty clean, baby blue blanket and carefully put it on top of Yami.

"Mark..." Yami began, but Mark shushed him.

" Just lay down and rest," he whispered. Yami put his head back on the pillow and Mark went to the kitchen. Mark is sort of a neat freak, so it didn't take long for him to finish cleaning the dishes. After that was done, Mark then went to the refrigerator. There's gotta be something for him to eat, Mark thought. The only thing he saw was a package of burrito tortillas, a half of pack of cheese, a salsa bottle, and a gallon of milk. He then looked in the freezer and found a package of a pound of ground beef. Mark then had an idea.

He went to all the cabinets. Please have taco seasoning, he begged. The last cabinet was a single taco seasoning pack. Yes!

15 minutes later, two burritos were made with a tall glass of milk on the side. Mark put the food on the table, and went over to Yami. Yami fell asleep on the couch. Gently waking him up, he whispered, " Yami, I made you food," Yami slowly opened his eyes.

"Mark..." he whispered looking a little gazed. Mark led Yami to the table were Yami slowly ate his food. When he was finished Yami thanked Mark for being so generous.

"Mark..." Yami said looking down at his feet, "Can y-you...Can you stay with me t-t-tonight?" Mark got up from the table and lifted Yami's face with his two fingers.

"You didn't even have to ask," Mark smiled, making Yami blush slightly from his pale cheeks.