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Procrastination hits me again!

“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.

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.... um... I forgot which one I meant, so both >.>;

Bakura would say that he wouln't need to explain the child to anyone and anything that happens he'll deal with on his own if need be.

You need to be arrogant to cancel out all that self-doubt you've had over the last few years. That answers both questions.

And Marik would laugh, and ask Bakura if he thinks that nobody is going to notice that he's pregnant.

True. It has continued to grow ~.~

LoL! Bakura would say that who would he be around that would ever notice?

So your arrogance should grow now as well!

and Marik would point out that Ryuuji drops by fairly often, so does Malik, and that if Bakura is planning on challenging the Pharaoh again, the entire group will be there and see Bakura pregnant.

LoL! Not if I ever really had it... so it has to be awoken and then grow ;P *cough* yeah >.> sure... *blinks*

Bakura would point out that he just wouldn't challenge the former Pharaoh while pregnant *slightly cringes that he even became pregnant* and that Ryuuji doesn't have to know where he's at...

It's with your inner self. We just need to drag it out. ^_^

Marik would mutter something about how he'd bet that Bakura never expected to be saying something like that, and ask if that does mean that Bakura is going to lock himself up somewhere?

LoL! Yeah... >.> I wonder if hypnosis could do that? :P

Bakura probably would laugh and say something about that he can't believe he's even discussing the fact that he's pregnant -- and then shrug and say that he might...

I wonder if I could hypnotize you over the computer? *will make her arrogant one way or another*

The Marik would smirk and point out that if Bakura locks himself up somewhere, at least that means Marik won't have to deal with the Pharaoh trying to stop him from killing that baby as well.

LoL! I donno >.> but then again, if you tried, how would you snap me back out of it to continue going on? Hm?

Bakura would arch a brow and point out that there's no reason the Pharaoh would even get involed in such things ... and then shrug mumble that he's going to find a doctor soon to find out if he really is pregnant...

Um... Over the internet again? Or just magically use the wavelength XD

Marik would answer that the Pharaoh would want the baby to be born just to embarass Marik and humiliate him - then ask in an exasperated manner if Bakura isn't even a little ashamed.

lol I guess something like that, then, hmm?

*blinks* Um. Bakura would say that the former Pharaoh would never have to find out about the baby and as far as he's concerned it's none of his business anyways. Then blink and say something about it's not like he's proud of being pregnant.

As long as your arrogance is out, I'm fine with whatever works. XD

Hm. And then Marik would half-glare at him and ask why doesn't Bakura want to get rid of it if he knows that it's not something to be proud of.

LoL!! Ummmm.... and what if Arrogance makes me not nice? T.T

Bakura would shrug and say that just b/c he's not proud of being pregnant, doesn't mean he won't be proud of what the child will be - and can become... and he's not going to have something killed that is... part of Marik and he would shrug off anything else he wanted to add.

I'l deal with it somehow :P

And Marik would widen his eyes, maybe give Bakura a surprised look, then demand to know what exactly Bakura has planned for it, and repeat that he doesn't consider the child to have anything to do with him at all.

LoL!! But I wanna stay nice >.>

Bakura would first point out that at one point he didn't consider Malik to be a part of him, but that didn't stop him from being as such - and the the same would go for the unborn child... that whether he wants to admit it or not, it would be a part of him. And he would answer that he has nothing in particular planned, except for making sure he stays alive and learns what he knows and the like - probably shrug.

Well, you can be nice and arrogant. ^_^

Marik would just glare and give Bakura a frustrated look, then slump against the wall and mutter that Bakura's lucky that Marik isn't willing to kill him just to get rid of the child.

LoL positive on that?

The first thing I thought was Bakura suddenly saying that he's joking.... Hmmmm... actually... hm. Bakura would ask him why he wants to kill something so badly that Bakura wants to keep.

Am I nice? Because I know I'm arrogant.

And Marik would point out that it's not a matter of whether or not Bakura wants to keep it, it's a matter of Marik wanting to kill it, and that he'd want to kill it regardless of whether or not Bakura actually wanted it or not.

Of course you can be. But we are not the same person ;P

Bakura would mutter something sarcastic along the lines of 'thanks' or 'thanks for the consideration' and shrug... *getting a bit more frustrated and slightly pouty*

Nope, but the wavelength means it won't be too hard for us to be alike!

Marik would glare at that, then maybe half-shake Bakura, obviously doing his best not to really injure him and yell something like "WHY?!"

lol. true, I thought of that as well.

If he got shook, Bakura'd probably just stare blankly/confused at first - being so sudden. And then toss back 'why what?'.

Exactly. So... get arrogant!

Then Marik would give him a single, hard shake, and ask him why on earth does Bakura *want* to be pregnant!

u.u ne... >.> make it sound so~ easy :P

Bakura would repeat that if he wasn't already pregnant then he wouldn't want to be in the first place, but because he is he's not going to just kill it.

It is easy. Do it. Do it now!

Marik would point out that if Bakura wouldn't want to be pregnant, and is pregnant, than why should his wants have changed?

LoL!! It's not like doing pushups! ... which can sometimes be hard for people to o.O

Bakura would let Marik know that sometimes wants are changed when you realize certain things. If you want one type of dessert and end up getting another - but like it better, then your wants change. He'd also add on that he still has to go to the doctor to make sure he's pregnant anyways - so that Marik should relax - not that Marik's going to do anything then try to kill the child anyways.

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