Notes: I don't own the art work nor do I own yu-gi-oh. I've written other cringey stories too because I'm trash so yeah. I hope you all enjoy this story also major warning for gore and stuff.
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Bronze hands wiped off crimson as sirens sounded in the distance. Excited Purple eyes not looking up, seeing as he had already cleared the scene of evidence. He even purposely left behind a dead persons DNA to throw the police off his scent and to dick around with them. He also made sure that he had no ties to the person prior to leaving behind the gruesome scene. He walked away calmly, carefully avoiding the blood and even an organ, before he found a place to hide.  Loud footfalls sounded out through the alley as a group of two or three cops appeared, surprised at the scene in front of them. One of the more chubby cops took out a walkie talkie as he requested for backup, a forensic scientist, and a homicide detective. They were just taping off the scene as Marik escaped, it was too risky for him to stay in that area even if he wanted to see the results. Just as he was about to turn another corner, he felt an unusually cold breeze. He raised an eyebrow and slowly turned his head towards a stranger with bright white hair and ebony skin to match. His eyes were a auburn brown as he stared Marik down, walking by swiftly. Marik turned to see the retreating figure, head tilted as the man headed in the direction of the scene. He observed for a while longer but then turned around completely  to face the back of the figure, "you probably shouldn't go that way. The police have it taped up." He put his hands in his pockets casually, trying to hide his confusion as the person tensed up. They turned around to face him with eyes widened a centimeter. A thick silence surrounded the two whilst they were in the middle of their awkward eye contact. The man was just staring at him in intrigued shock. Marik was the first to avert his eyes and gulped uncomfortably. He felt more than a little flustered seeing that this man was rather intimidating and seemed to be analyzing everything that might come out of his mouth. He continued a mini monologue within his head until he was broken out of his thoughts by a cold voice that matched the air, "you can see me?" The eyes narrowed as marik gave an even more confused gaze, "uh..yesss???" He rose an eyebrow as the male began walking closer, it was only then that Marik saw the scythe. His body automatically entered fight or flight mode when the weapon was raised a little, "what are you? Some Grimm reaper wannabe?" He had narrowed his own eyes to appear more intimidating, but it didn't do much as the man just continued his path over to him. "No, not a wannabe at least. I have a job to do so either you can forget all of this happened or you can be my new job." Marik rolled his eyes this time as he began to think that this was just some weird dress up thing, "isn't the scythe a little cliché? I mean, if the Grimm reaper actually appeared, I doubt he would actually use a scythe." That response just earned him a particularly nasty glare as the man lifted the scythe higher. Marik winced, shutting his eyes tightly and prepared for impact, but then opened his eyes when he realized that nothing was happening. He glanced around for the man but just shrugged once he saw he was gone. He rolled his eyes yet again and briskly walked in the direction of his home. He yanked out his keys and violently opened the door. His apartment was tiny and had a small amount of trinkets on his shelves, a small loveseat, and a television. The kitchen was black with hints of purple, and had a sort of organized chaos amongst it. He slammed the door shut before slumping down on the love seat. He closed his eyes and began to let his mind run, but it kept going back to that mysterious man. He stood up ubruptly, officially annoyed with himself And his mind, after all, why should he be worrying about a man that he'll never see again? There was no point in trying to linger on what his face looked like or the malevolent aura that seemed to surround his body, because he'll never have to see it ever again. He walked into his room, a sudden blanket of loneliness rested upon his heart as he gazed at his empty walls and empty bed. His mind decided that it still wanted to torture him as it brought up old flashbacks to when he was a child and even his recent murder, reminding him that he was alone because of himself. He could never have friends, Love, or a family because he was a wanted man. Eyes narrowed as he wiped away the liquid seeping from them, scowl fully apparent on his face. He didn't feel like he was really at home anymore. He stomped to his bed and flopped down. He rarely regretted his murders, one being the man that should've cared for him but hurt him instead, because he purposely went after people he knew were bad. It just didn't help when he reminded himself that they were real people that had real people who loved them, even if they hurt them. The woman he killed today could've had a husband, wife, she could've had children or a whole family waiting for her return. They didn't know what she did and now they won't see her ever again. His scowl increased and he shoved his face further into his pillow. He was gong to attempt to try and get sleep but wasn't so sure if he could now. He sprang up from his bed and walked to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee, if he wasn't going to sleep, he might as well get some school work done.