Procrastination hits me again!

[fickle]

“The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.”

Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.

See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on nekocutecatchan (or in other words, sneakily dedicating it to her) and posting it here.

...I'll take the meme later.

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.



Existence.

A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.

“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”

“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”

Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”

A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”

“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”

Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.

Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.

…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.

Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.

This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.

Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”

Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”

Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”

A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”

A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”

A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”

A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”

A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”

~Fin~

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.

Comments

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL! how could I forget >.> Oops? Well... yes.. but I am not.

*nods* Chain him up. x.x Awwww... T.T Poor Baku. Yes, poor Baku, if he was trying to keep the baby and Marik does that T_T, though... I can see him doing it ~.~;

*nods* I believe you...

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

See? I will need to infect you!

*grimaces* Which is why Bakura should be the one bearing the child. He wouldn't take it anywhere near as badly as Marik would, and Marik wouldn't be extreme enough to try to cut Bakura up to get rid of it.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL! But will I keep *me*? T.T

*nods* True. Bakura would be much better at it ... not that he'd be any less shocked, just less... err... wanting to get rid of it sorta.... extreme, yeah.

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

A better you!

Would Bakura want to get rid of it at all, or would he just accept it? Marik would want to get rid of it regardless of who is carrying it, but wouldn't do anything to Bakura to make it it die.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

How would it be better >.>

Hmmm... probably accept it - and then complain when months kick in and he get's uncomfortable and jazz...

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

You'd be arrogant. That's always good.

XD, and Marik would just glare at Bakura and tell him to suck it up, because it was his decision to keep the baby... then flourish a sharp knife, smile psychotically and offer to 'fix' the problem for him.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

x.x Not if it's unnecessary arrogance ;P

LoL!! Probably... *snorts* Gah, I can just imagine Marik looking all psychotic-like too x.x Okay, I was gonna say "Violence isn't the answer to everything" for Bakura *cough* But in my head "sex is" followed right afterwords -.-;; So bad that I wake up and my mind picks up where it left off -.- *blames marik/baku for that right now*

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

Arrogance is never unnecessary!

And wow, you're awake early. ^_^ and lol, yeah, if Bakura said that sex is the answer to their problem, Marik would just point out that sex is the reason that they're having a problem in the first place! XD, whee for early-morning gutterness?

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Ummm.... okay, uh... I had another word to use and now I forgot it >.< *grrr* Ummm.. arrogance ... um. Great. I forgot -.-

LOL yeah, awake early.. woke up a few times and realized that I had to wake up b/c I wasn't feeling well... so meh. Awake now .-.;; LoL!! Yeah, sex is what is the reason for their problem *shakes head* And hence why I shouldn't even be saying anything for Bakura's sake right now since I make him sound worse :P And yeah, whee for gutterness -- too bad I'm getting imagery that I really probably will never draw o.o;;

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

XD, be more arrogant, not aggravated!

Marik would threaten to withold sex until Bakura gets rid of the baby, then Bakura would point out that he's not in the mood for sex anyway, and Marik could then decide to get Bakura in the mood... *tries tot hink how it would work* WHY?! DRAW IT!

...and Shii-chan just got on MSN.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL!! It's easier to get me aggravated then arrogant ;P Arrogant just... isn't gonna happen :P

LoL!!!!! *dies* Oh gods... how the ... how the hell would Marik try to get Bakura in -- y'know, I don't think I want to know o.o;; And... um... b/c... it'd be... definetely... more... yaoi-ish and... >.>;; I'm... too embarassed to do it ^^;

o.o; Um... I'm scared to sign on msn x.x I might get swamped... Um... >.> but... you're on... and... is shii-hikari still on? *not sure if I should sign on if I'ma be needing to sign off soon*

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

It is too. You are going to be arrogant if I have to die trying.

*smirks* Come on Dani, you already know how Marik would try to get Bakura in the mood... and as for yaoi-ish, nani? O_O How yaoi-ish are we talking here? *is the one who drew Marik kneeling for Bakura so obviously can't talk*

Not anymore, but you just signed on anyway.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

o.o *pokes* find a different goal ;P

LoL!! *cough* No comment >.>;; Noo~ comment. And Oh... how yaoi-ish? >.>; I'm sure I could find YYH fanart to be similiar to what I would try to do... ah yes, hmm - perhaps even yaoi-ish like a few fanarts/doujinshi pics you've seen *nods*

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

No! I maintain that I will cause arrogance in you!

...I want to be in your mind now, so that I can see the prettily evil yaoi. XD, draw it though, it would be funny funny funny! ...even with a pregnant Bakura.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Demo~ .... mew. o.O

LoL!!! Oooh it is pretty... Baku's so pretty... his eyes snapped shut and his mouth is open, his fingers are held tightly onto pale sheets... a tanned hand interlocked in those fingers and his head so close to the others.... *cough* never mind >.> LoL! it wouldn't be funny! It'd be horrid x.x

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

*pokes* BE ARROGANT OR DIE!

...damn you Dani. Normally I'd think that was seriously pretty, but right now, I'm thinking of Bakura during childbirth. *sulks at the lack of yaoiness*

[xinda.livejournal.com]

0.0 Well that's not very nice o.o;;

*blinks* x.x LMFAO!! GREAT! Thank you sooo much for ruining my wonderful image - now I'm seeing Bakura freakin giving birth all screaming and not being too-- wait... he'd have to get a C-section... *blinks* uhhh o.O Never... mind... I now have another unpleasant image.

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

But I'm not a very nice person.

XD! It wasn't a wonderful image to me because it involved childbirth... and C-section wouldn't be so bad, I can imagine that without worry. All Bakura has to do is lie back and sleep. Having a hole cut between his legs and needing to push a baby out on the other hand... OUCH.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

But you -can- be... >.> just b/c you're not when you don't need to be, doesn't mean you're not at other times :P If... that makes any sense x.x I guess if that's the case, then I could possibly (learn to) be arrogant and still be nice o.O

-.- Yeah, well childbirth wasn't in my original image *nods* yeah. That's what I was thinking, that C-section would be no cause for the image of Bakura I had... Then I thought of him actually having to give -real- birth... natural... and such - and have Marik watch.

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

I'm never nice except when I'm with people I like. And yeah, of course you can be arrogant and nice - if I manage it, then you can :P

GAH! *dies* Marik would not be watching. Marik would be off killing people. Pregnant ones hopefully. And muttering about stupid fucktoy-whores being too 'moral' to get rid of unwanted children.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL well then *bows* Yay for being nice to me ^_^ *shrugs* LoL well then I'll probably still be more nice than anything else ;P

LMFAO!!!!! Oh jeez... *snorts* Wow... *dies* Marik... jeez... and there's the whore again x.x :P! *nodu* Well... um... at least the baby'd probably look like an interesting... mix... yeah x.X

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

XD, of course you will, you're my hikari-toy after all. ^_^

It's Marik. What did you expect, that he'd attend parenting classes and learning to knit? As for the whore, Bakura will be haunted by it... *now tries to imagine a mix-baby*

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL it'll rub off-- no, scratch that, it'll just bring my inner arrogance out, I know I know ^.~

LoL!! No, but... great, now I imagine Marik trying to knit with yarn everywhere and tangled in his hair xDDDD Before, finally using the needles to randomly stab people >.>;; Hmm... a mix-baby, I wanna draw 9.9

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

See! You admit that you will soon become arrogant!

...XD, or telling Bakura to come a little closer and he'll solve the problem with the needles so that he won't have to learn how to knit. XD Draw away!

[xinda.livejournal.com]

0.0 Um... what I meant was... that it could >.>;; yeah...

LMFAO!!! Jeez... *shakes head* Iie!! LMFAO *just imagines Bakura taking every object from Marik's grasp or keeping away from him* o.o;