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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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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.

Arrogance is easier than pushups.

Marik would say that desserts don't change your life, and wants to know how it's possible that Bakura could be unsure about it anyway.

Psh~ only for those who alerady are.

Bakura would shrug and say that he really didn't believe it the first time so he is having someone else to come check to see if he's pregnant, though the doctor doesn't know it's for a male... and then say that since he is male there's no telling that if he'll even be able to carry the child anyways... He'd shrug to cover up his thoughts and say that many things change people's lives - even if they don't want it to.

Nah, come on, you can do it. Be arrogant! BE ARROGANT!

Marik would probably widen his eyes at the idea of Bakura not being able to carry the child, then ask what he'll do in that case, hoping that Bakura will get rid of it then.

.>.> Do you watch Invader Zim? *just imagined that tone being used* ^^;;

Bakura would shrug and say that he'll ask what the options are and more than likely would probably have to get rid of the child since he doesn't know much about it to begin with.

...no, but I think that I've heard of it.

Marik would grin and go 'YES!', then cough, embarrassed at acting so happy over anything.

Oh... *pouts* then never mind >.>

Bakura would probably go wide-eyed and not exactly sure how he should take it - probably arch a brow and ask Marik what he would honestly do if Bakura -doesn't - let him kill the child (be it asking him not to or demanding or whatever) and he ends up having it... and then question wouldn't Marik want to have something that would in a way possibly represent him or carry on what he can't/doesn't.

Still. Get arrogant.

Marik would point out that since he wants all things to end, the last thing that he'd want is something of his to exist to carry on his line. And also that it really will not be an issue of Bakura 'letting' him do anything - the child will die whether Bakura likes it or not. Though Marik would obviously prefer to kill it before its born than after, so that it'll have less emotional distress for Bakura.

>.> *cough*

And Bakura would say and if things don't just end? Bakura would glare and say that if he is having the child and is in fact going to be able to give birth (*cough* mental image of Bakura in a hospital bed xD *cough* ) then he will -not- let Marik kill it...

C'mon. Do it. Arrogance!

Marik would answer that he'll settle for destroying/killing as much as possible. And again, he'd repeat that it has nothing to do with Bakura 'letting' Marik to do anything, and if Marik has to, he'll kidnap the kid and then kill it.

LoL! xDD yeah right ;P Especially since right now I'm trying to do a Male Base for my edits and it SUCKS >.< can't get arrogant with stuff like this >.> and then I gotta restart soon *headdes*

Bakura would narrow his eyes and glare and Marik and say that he is -not- going to kill the child and if need be he will take the child and go somewhere so that they cannot be found and obviously not look to happy about even saying this.

Well, you made a journal entry that was far more IC than anything that I've ever done. That ought to count for something.

Marik would cross his arms over his chest, glare back and point out that as long as Bakura has the Ring, Marik will be able to find him. And that the kid will end up dead anyway, so Bakura should just get used to the idea.

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