[Team three] alone again
More of the angstshipping fic, but without the shipping this time 🤣
Yu-gi-oh, g-rated, short
Now, he was alone again. Malik hates the silence of this new apartment. It makes it feel like the walls are closing in on him.
He flings a window open and leans forward a bit, feeling the breeze and sunlight on his face. Feeling the panic that was bubbling up in him settle back down.
Blue sky stretches on as far as he can see.
Malik turns the TV on a few minutes later, lets it sit on some news channel, doesn't concentrate enough to translate the Japanese into his native tongue. It's all just white noise, which is better than no noise.
He calculates how many minutes are left until Ishizu and Rishid return home. He paces the floor. He rearranges the lamps in the living room.
He didn't think moving to another country would be this difficult. But he's felt restless and unsettled since they arrived.
Maybe it's just the memories in this city, old remembrances of when he was out of control, not quite himself, causing only pain and more pain to everyone around him.
Let the past stay in the past, he reminds himself just as Rishid has told him over and over again.
He glances at the window again, blue sky still sparkling on this nice day.
No one ever technically said he had to stay cooped up in the apartment all day. Maybe now would be a good time to make some new memories. Plaster them over the old ones until he can't remember them anymore.
It's time to explore the city.
Welcome back kurosaki_ami
Yu-gi-oh, g-rated, short
Now, he was alone again. Malik hates the silence of this new apartment. It makes it feel like the walls are closing in on him.
He flings a window open and leans forward a bit, feeling the breeze and sunlight on his face. Feeling the panic that was bubbling up in him settle back down.
Blue sky stretches on as far as he can see.
Malik turns the TV on a few minutes later, lets it sit on some news channel, doesn't concentrate enough to translate the Japanese into his native tongue. It's all just white noise, which is better than no noise.
He calculates how many minutes are left until Ishizu and Rishid return home. He paces the floor. He rearranges the lamps in the living room.
He didn't think moving to another country would be this difficult. But he's felt restless and unsettled since they arrived.
Maybe it's just the memories in this city, old remembrances of when he was out of control, not quite himself, causing only pain and more pain to everyone around him.
Let the past stay in the past, he reminds himself just as Rishid has told him over and over again.
He glances at the window again, blue sky still sparkling on this nice day.
No one ever technically said he had to stay cooped up in the apartment all day. Maybe now would be a good time to make some new memories. Plaster them over the old ones until he can't remember them anymore.
It's time to explore the city.
Welcome back kurosaki_ami