The young egyptian boy slowly made his way down the street, for he didn't quite have anywhere to go since Marik had recently kicked him out. Violet orbs gazed down intensely upon the Millenium Rod which he grasped firmly in one hand. Malik's eyes narrowed as he thought back to the night before.
"I'm sick of you.. You can't do anything for yourself you need me to do everything for you!" The yami bellowed at his hikari.
"If you'd just--" The teenage boy was cut off once more by Marik.
"If I what? I don't want to hear your excuses anymore.. Get out, just get out!" Marik didn't even bother to throw a glance towards the bronze skinned boy as he pointed his finger out the door.
Malik saw no point in complaining, he knew it would only get him hurt. With nothing but the clothes on his back he trudged out of the house, not looking back.
"Damn him.." He cursed under his breath.
Coming to a bus stop Malik blinked momentarily before helping himself to a seat in what little shelter the stop provided. The days had begun to grow colder as the time slowly passed, advancing into autumn.