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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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LoL *cough* We shall see ^^;

*blinks* Mmhmm... And Malik will need Marik, so he'll come along as well... and we'd need a pretty big place to live at *nods* *cough* So long as you and Marik behave yourselves :P

xDDD Bakura would say that it's not his fault, he wasn't trying to get pregnant, nor did he think he could - and that would make it equally Marik's fault as well if anyone is to have blame. And Bakura would state that if Marik can't leave until... *taps chin* they're both equally satisfied and while saying this, casually have his hand over Marik's crotch and tilting his head innocently*

You are getting arrogant. I command it.

...then EKYO comes along as well. *innocence* Me and Marik behave ourselves? What, do you think that we're constantly going to be battling to see who is more evil? XD

lol, Marik would give Bakura's stomach a pointed look and say that as the one carrying the baby, he's to blame. And if Bakura had his hand positioned like that, Marik would have his eyes as wide as saucers and be trying to rub up against it, muttering under his breath about evil fucktoys.

xDDD I am not... a... uh... x.X nvm -.-

xDD Exactly.... that would be an interesting house-hold x.x *cough* xDDD Jeez... >.> Just so long as you two keep your proving who's more evil away from *me* ... and Baku-babe :P He & I will be too busy *nods*

Bakura would glare and say it's not his fault that he's always uke and thus is the one to get pregnant IF either of them were going to get pregnant... and then he would pout slightly at what he said... xD Bakura would probably move his hand closer and then pull it back and put his hands behind his back and ask if Marik's going to keep the promise - smirking at his muttering.

You are going to become arrogant. That is what you will be. An arrogant person. *nods*

...Busy with what?

Bakura & Dani: *happily baking*
Marik: *storms into kitchen, bloody and bruised, grabs Bakura and starts to fuck him on the kitchen table*
Fickle: *trails in, looking as beat-up as Marik, shrugs innocently and looks at them* Apparently fighting makes him horny...

Mairk would point out that Bakura's more uke-like, which is why he's always the uke. Marik would half-whimper at the loss of contact, then glare at Bakura and state that a promise is a promise, and Bakura had better stop fucking teasing him already!

LMFAO xDD *years later* ... the conversation still goes on ;P

*dies* xDDD naw, we'd be playing with knives and the like *nodu* But... x.X Hmmmm... I would have to ask them not to do that on the table where people eat >.> but... then again, I don't think I would actually say anything x.x *cough* and yes... apparantely...

Bakura would ask that he wants to know why he's more uke-like and that's not very fair at all ... smirk at the half-whimper and laugh at Marik's outburst... then place his hand back where it was and ask innocently 'this?' all while smirking and looking very much amused.

You'll be arrogant by then!

XDDDD!

Dani: Please don't do that on the table where we all eat...
Fickle: *laughs, grabbing a cloth and starting to daub her wounds clean gingerly* Could you say that any quieter Dani?

Marik would state that Bakura's prettier. And more girly. And tug at Bakura's hair to prove his point. And if Bakura moved his hand back, Marik would glare and answer yes, that, and that Bakura had better finish what he started now else there is no way that Marik will have to play uke. And he'd possibly add under his breath that if Bakura doesn't take care of it, he's going to kidnap Ryuuji to do that instead.

LOL you sure about that?

Dani: Please don't do that on the table where we all eat...
Fickle: *laughs, grabbing a cloth and starting to daub her wounds clean gingerly* Could you say that any quieter Dani?

xDDDD!! yep xDD Something like that ^^;; o.O And probably slooowly backing away .... xDD x.X And Baku's still got like a spoon or something in his hand from whatever we were doing ^^;;

Hm. Bakura would say that he's not more girly and just because he has longer and softer hair than Marik does not mean he's girly... Bakura's eyes would widen at hearing part of what Marik muttered and ask him what he mumbled under his breath while his hand begins to lightly do as Marik had ... so 'nicely' requested.

Or you'll be dead. Take your pick. *threatening look*

lol, whereas I'd be watching with fascination, and possibly making jokes about what exactly Bakura is going to do with that spoon... Right upto the point that Marik throws a knife at me and you have to pull me out to stop me from getting even more injured.

Marik would answer that only Malik and Ryou are more girly than Bakura. Then give a half-moan and writhe a little at how light Bakura's touch is, completely ignoring the question.

*pouts* that's not very fair >.>

xDDD LMFAO!!! *nods* I was thinking the same thing (wavelenghth ^^; ) Or I could simply request that you NOT say a thing... just take notes to make jokes later ;P

Bakura would pout and say that the former Pharaoh is girly looking... kind of... and then tilt his head and squeeze a little and ask Marik again what he said, but doesn't stop as he asks.

I'm not fair. I'm arrogant.

XD, lol, take notes?! I'd be ripped up and bleeding, one would hope that you'd at least pass me a med kit before *you* start making notes.

Marik would blink, then say that Atem isn't girly-looking, possibly want to continue a little with that but end up getting his breath taken away when Bakura squeezes, just giving a low groan and tempted to just shove Bakura onto his knees already, not paying attention to the questions.

*pouts* but arrogant can still be fair >.>

LoL xDD oh jeez... *shakes head* ^^;; Um... yeah, I guess we'd have to have tons of med kits in that house huh?

Bakura would nod and mention that Atem's got girly-hips and therefor, girly-looking. He'd tilt his head innocently at the groan and start pumping his hand over Marik and asks again what Marik said and after a few moments, squeeze and return to light strokes.

It would be fair if we're both arrogant?

XD, yup! Either that, or lots of things for Marik to destroy and lots of books for me to read to distract each other. And Kat would walk into the kitchen, trying to keep Devlin from pouncing him, look at the table and go O_O "Devlin, look away!" And obviously Devlin would look...

Marik would narrow his eyes, ask why Bakura was looking at Atem's hips, maybe mutter something about girly hips being better for childbirth, and end up unable to say anything else with Bakura, just giving a moan at the squeeze and trying to rock into Bakura's hand properly.

LoL!! I suppose...

Hmmm... I'm sure that could be provided. *blinks* xDD Yes, never tell a child to look away... and I would take Devlin and offer to distract him somehow x.X And then pout at Bakura for making things difficult -- yes, Bakura instead of Marik... because I wouldn't get away with blaming Marik.

Bakura would snort and say that they're not hard to miss and he wishes that he never noticed them to begin with, and look quite unhappy about it. And then tilts his head and smirk at Marik's actions and finding it much more entertaining then talking about childbirth, girly or Atems-girlie-hips... and leaning into Marik slightly to kiss him.

Good. So be arrogant to make it fair!

XDDDD, and Devlin would want to know what's going on, and Kat would just be trying not to look but peeking anyway out of fascination, and Marik would be too busy fucking Bakura senseless to care about any of that... and I'd just be laughing and binding up my wounds. Until Marik kicks us out for being noisy.

Marik would blink, and want to know what the hell are 'girly hips' and ask why Bakura noticed them at all? And be unable to continue that because of the kiss, returning it eagerly and trying to press into Bakura's hand.

:P so easy, it is not.

Jeez, poor Devlin xDD *cough* I really wouldn't be paying attention... actually, I think I'd be too shocked to not pay attention and not exactly register what was going on, until I did and probably be glad at being kicked out to hide my embarassment *nods* and then asking Dev to borrow Devlin and to go work on something to cover up my embarassment -- though, your behaviour might help ^^ :P

Bakura would shrug and pull away from the kiss and further slow and lighten his touches and tilt his head - saying that he overheard Yuugi teasing his Yami about the 'girly hips' and wished he hadn't b/c since he noticed them he'd been wanting to get them out of his head... like a repeating nightmare and then smirk at Marik's behaviour.

It is. Now. Be. Arrogant!

*after getting kicked out*
Kat: ...so much for the show. Back to RPing. *wanders off*
Fickle: *is laughing and grins at Dani, licking the blood off her arms* Remind me to fight Marik more often if that's what happens.
Devlin: ...hey, where did Kat-Kat go?! I wanted to play with him! *pounces Dani instead*

XD! Marik would just give a disappointed half-whimper before catching himself and glaring at Bakura instead, possibly snarling something about how he doesn't give a damn about Yami's hip but does want Bakura to stop being such a tease. Then consider pointing out that the longer Bakura delays Marik's release, the later he'll get to the shop and the less time he'll have as seme... but doesn't since he'd rather be teased now than fucked later.

*sticks tongue out* Nya~

LMFAO!!!! xDDD *pouts that you got the blood* :P .... xDD yeah... Kat off to RP? xDDD *cough* makes sense ^_^ I read "Kat-Kat" as "Kit-Kat" at first xDD ^^;; Ne~ Wai~~ Devlin's so cute *keeps him* ... so long as he doesn't start asking /me/ questions.

*dies* xDDD LMFAO! Disappointed that Marik glared at him and stopping himself from acting like that, Bakura would pout and then squeeze a little... tilting his head again and mutters something about his not being girlie. And just as he quickens his pace again, the phone would ring... he'd half-smirk, half-pout and get up to go answer it.

Hey. Don't disrespect your Master-Yami XD

XD, I got the blood by being carved up by Marik! Fight me, and I guarantee that you'll get plenty of blood as well...

Devlin: *wide eyes at Dani and Fickle* What were nii-sama and Marik-kie doing on the table?
Fickle: *freezes, then laughs* Ask Dani. She knows more about it than I do.

Marik would relax at the squeeze, then watch Bakura with wide eyes as he gets up, unable to believe that Bakura would just leave him like that. And throw a cushion at Bakura's head for doing that. XD

*bows with a smirk* Disrepect? Oh of course not *halo* :P

LoL!!! Nooooo >.> Dani doesn't fight >.>;; *cough* I'd get my blood from Baku instead *nods*

LMFAO!!! Great, pass it on to me :P And simply pat Devlin on the head and tell him he doesn't need to know until he get's older. Wait. he's much taller than me. That would be odd.

LoL!!! Bakura would wince at the cushion and then start talking on the phone, casually making gestures at Marik while doing so...stop the gestures and continue on the phone with his back to Marik... then return -almost sad looking- and say that he has to go to the doctor in two days because pretty much, the baby will not form and thus b/c of certain things dealing with being male... will have to be removed... and that he was pregnant after all, just not far at all. And without thinking about it, puts his hand back where it was and doesn't give Marik a chance to react to what was said by quickening the pace he had left at, thinking it'd be something that he doesn't want to hear/see anyways.

...then again, if you were arrogant, you would disrespect me. Hm. Go for it.

I could teach you to fight! And Devlin would no way in hell be content with that, and yes, it would be odd to pat someone on the head who is taller than you...

Marik would watch the gestures with interest, blink when they stop and tilt his head to listen to Bakura as he's talking but end up unable to say anything due to Bakura's action. And grab Bakura's wrist then, to force Bakura to stop for long enough for Marik to catch his breath and talk, then ask if Bakura wants Marik to go with him to the doctor's to get it removed. *nod*

Heh. Me, disrespect someone? No... not intentionally-- unless they deserved it, I suppose.

LoL! Well that would be fun ^^;; To teach me to fight, of course. And... yeah, I doubted Devlin would be content with that... ^^;; Yeah... well... I've tried it, it is odd ^^'

Bakura would blink at Marik's stopping him and arch a brow as he would wait for Marik to explain why he stopped him - and figuring it was a delay on his being seme... Ne... Bakura would probably be very surprised at what Marik had to say - and not be able to hide it - and then ask if it's because there will be no child and in which case he can laugh-- and remind Marik that he had pointed to his stomach and wished the child to die...

Well, I really don't care as long as you get arrogant :P

XD, then it's a plan. And eventually, I'm going to want to go into the kitchen again because I'm hungry and you'd have to talk me out of it.

Marik would actually look a little hurt at that, just for a few seconds, then just blank it out and state flatly that actually, just because he hates the idea of Bakura having his child doesn't mean that he hates Bakura. And that if it's going to hurt, he thinks that he ought to be there for Bakura, meaning it has nothing to do with the child.

~.~;; Well I do :P

LoL! Um... .>.> well you can get hungry, but have to wait until they're... done >.> *blinks* And hope that there's still food that you want to eat there...

Bakura's gaze would lower, after Marik's done talking, at his own assumption and would thank Marik and tell him he appreciates it... and then add that he's not sure what it's going to be like and shrug as if it's no big deal.

Well, I don't, and I'm more arrogant, so nyah!

lol! Now start the bad jokes about where I find a clean plate :P

Marik would kind of half-shrug and state that he's heard it's painful for women, so it would probably hurt Bakura as well - hence him volunteering to tag along. Then shift a little uncomfortably, and tell Bakura that he's welcome.

Well... uh.... I'm older :P

LoL!! *whistles innocently*

Hmm... Bakura would probably wince slightly at that and then shrug and state that he doesn't mind/can handle pain... and seeing Marik shift slightly, add that it's not for a couple of days, so it doesn't need to be thought about right now...

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