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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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Demands don't always work, m'dear.

Silently, Bakura would watch Marik approach him and doesn't need to/get a chance to ask what the other is doing. After a few moments, mostly of debating with himself, he would step back away from Marik and tell him that since Marik is done with the shower, he wants to use it and he doesn't care what Marik does.

In that case, as your Master-Yami-sama, I order you.

And Marik would be really taken off-guard at having Bakura move away from him, and slide back to rest on his feet/calves, looking up at him in confusion. At being told that Bakura is going to take a shower now and it doesn't matter to him what Marik does, Marik would blink, tilting his head to a side and looking utterly confused, then just shrug and look down, not moving from his kneeling position on the floor.

*sniffles* I don't like to be ordered - it's a bigger chance of getting me to not do something ^^;;

Bakura would have his back to Marik and his hand on the shower door, then he'd tilt his head back to look at Marik and see him looking like that and after a moment ask Marik 'what's wrong?'.

...really? *blinks* As your Master-Yami-Sama, I ask nicely? That so lacks impact.

Marik would place his palms on his knees, and stay kneeling, back curved forwards and long, dark golden hair falling to conceal his face and upper torso - hair not sticking up due to the effects of the water, and skin still glistening wet and golden. He'd debate about whether not to answer for a few seconds, then state without looking up, that he's waiting for an order.

xDD Yes really and *lmfao* lacks impact, but it's a lot nicer ^.~

The water would be beating against Bakura's chest after he finally turned the water on and would have his head tilted to be looking at Marik as he waited for an answer. Still finding it odd that Marik's acting like that, even with knowing why, Bakura would roll his eyes and repeat that he doesn't have to wait for any order. That he already said to do whatever and add on that all he has to do is be on bottom and not be some slave - and again repeat that if he wanted that he would be using the Rod on him.

xDDDD, well, since I asked nicely, are you getting arrogant now?

Marik would shrug in reply to that, and point out that this is different to the Rod - with the Rod, Marik would be obeying without thinking. This way, he knows what Bakura would or could ask, and still chooses to obey - so he's actually being more submissive like this than he would be if he was being controlled by the Rod.

LOL! Should I have like an 'arrogant meter' over my head that lets me know?

Bakura would still have his head tilted while listening and realize that Marik does have a point and remain silent for a few moments as he tries to think about how to word what he wants to say, but finding it difficult to do so - as he doesn't want to 'offend' Marik, per say. So, instead, he'd shrug and say that if Marik doesn't want to do something, then it's not going to change anything just because Marik pretends to - then add on that he's still going to be uke because of the agreement and stop himself from saying any more of his thoughts...

You should be able to tell somehow - an 'arrogant meter' would be nice, I agree :P

...and Marik would pause at that, then ask incredulously what does Bakura want him to do, fight Bakura and force Bakura to rape him? He'd probably sound really confused at this point, actually looking over at Bakura and being completely lost as to what on earth Bakura wants from him.

Okay, so you should create an 'arrogant meter' that will be able to inform you on how arrogant or non-arrogant I have become/am getting.

Bakura's eyes would widen at that and stop himself from giving a shocked response, and calmly - yet sternly - say 'No.' Shake his head and mutter 'never mind' and turn his attention back to the shower instead of Marik on the floor.

lol, why me? You would know better how you're feeling than I would :P

Marik would tilt his head at being ignored, then continue kneeling on the towel, the heat and steam gradually drying him off as he waits for Bakura to finish with his shower.

Because you're the one who wants it ;P

Stepping out of the shower after turning the water off, Bakura would shake his head a bit and grab a towel and start drying himself off. Glancing at Marik, he'd say that he told Marik he didn't have to stay there if he didn't want to.

Well, how should I know how arrogant you're getting or not?

Marik would shrug, and state that he heard. Then pause, and add that he's got nothing better to do anyway. And finally look up and ask if Bakura wants to fuck him now, or is Bakura going to want him to beg for it?

Um. Because you're special?

While drying his hair with the towel, Bakura would arch a brow and hold back his answer as he takes a breath and say that no he's not going to fuck him right now and no, he's not waiting for Marik to beg. Then he wouldn't say anything else as he continued to dry himself off.

lol! So are you, my soon-to-be-arrogant hikari-toy.

Marik would shrug then, reply flatly that that's Bakura's choice, and stay kneeling on the floor, having absolutely no idea what to do apart from wait for an order.

pish-posh.

Bakura would mutter something under his breath and then toss the towel back where he got it and turn to Marik to say something and instead shake his head and walk past Marik and out of the bathroom.

Be arrogant for my sake :P

Marik would just wait there for a few moments, not sure if he's supposed to follow or not, then rise gracefully and walk out as well, in search of Bakura.

>.> It'll never end ;P

Bakura would have gone into the kitchen and got himself something to drink, then brought it back into the main room. Half sitting-half lying on the couch, he'd be drinking from his glass and have the Ring in his hands, toying with it.

Nope! Not until you get arrogant.

Marik would just go and kneel on the sand next to Bakura, not looking at him but instead pretending to be very focused on the gems.

Don't make it your new years resolution, unless they actually work for you :P

(( now it's Marik's turn to look femme looking-pretty in my head X_X;;; wtf - I blame imagining Bakura petting Marik's hair X_X))

After setting his unfinished drink down, Bakura would glance at Marik and then look back to his Ring, playing with the prongs or just holding it.

LOL! You will be arrogant, my dear hikari-toy. XD

((lol! Marik would glance up but let Bakura do that, but why femme-pretty?))

Marik wouldn't do anything, just staying as still as he can and unaware of Bakura looking at him because he'd be looking down at the sand.

LoL We shall see, now won't we? We shall see.

(( LoL! *nods* Yeah, I just see him kneeling beside him and Bakura casually petting through Marik's hair and Marik just looking really femme-pretty.. hair all silky-soft and falling over his shoulders all pretty-like and... yeah >.>; I have no idea ))

Finally breaking the silence, Bakura would sigh and point out that Marik doesn't have to follow him around - but not say that he wants Marik to leave, since he doesn't.

You will be. I predict it :P

((Aw, cute. I think that I usually draw Bakura prettily though. ^^;; ))

Marik would shrug then, and state that he doesn't know what to do so he has to follow Bakura around so that when Bakura tells him what to do, he'll know.

LoL we shall see, Master-Yami-sama, we shall see.

^^;; Yeah... you do, actually ^-^ I still hafta scan those images *nods* X_X - meaning, your drawings ^_^

More to himself, Bakura would lowly state, "Like a slave," but not say anything else. Sighing, he'd reach over and grab his drink again, drinking, and setting the can of soda back down.

Don't you love me?!

Whee... when you do, I think that I'll post them in my writing journal XD

Marik would flinch at that comment of Bakura's, snapping his head up for a moment with anger in his eyes, then hiss that he's just trying to please Bakura and it's not his fault if he doesn't know what to do!

*blinks* Well that's not fair! *poutssulks* That does not make what I can and cannot do possible.

^^ Yaay~~ Or on your deviantart account? Or on sheezyart or.... .... I think that's it.

Bakura would bite back saying anything, but would have immediately looked at Marik the second he spoke. He'd probably tilt his head to the side to finally say something, but decide against it and sit up to take another drink.

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