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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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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.

You could try harder, instead of just giving up. *pouts*

xD! I forgot that even I have a deviantart account.

And Marik would be waiting for a reply, then swallow and look away again, slouching slightly as if he's giving up on trying to make Bakura understand.

X_X I had a reply to this but the window froze >.< Anywho... It's not like I'd rather be like /this/ than more confident ._. *lowers head*

xDDD Well... uhm.. I remembered, just not the name or I woulda added you by now :P

Seeing the way Marik looked, Bakura would have his gaze lowered a bit and then casually place his hand on Marik's head, threading his hands through his hair as if petting him. Bakura would still have his eyes lowered, but not say anything - as he's not sure what to say that would be able to explained or be understood what either of them mean.

*hugs* Hikari-toy needs more confidence.

lol, it's not like I update my DA account anyway...

xDDD, you did the petting! And Marik would look up at feeling Bakura's hands in his hair, and kind of tilt his head to a side curiously, as if wondering what's going on now.

*sighs and hugs back* hikari-toy does ._.

^^;; yeah, but still!!

Yesh xDD I had to >.>;; *shrugs* When all else fails, go to petting! Bakura would probably see Marik looking at him, but wouldn't make any move to stop - almost as if he's now subconciously petting him and mutter 'sorry', but still have his eyes lowered.

Hikari-toy should now get confident...

Well, I'll put the piccies up there when you scan them in, okay?

Cute. XD And Marik would stop tilting his head to a side, but nuzzle into Bakura's hand as if encouraging him or having accepted the apology. After all, at least then he'd know what to do.

*sighs instead*

Hai... sorry it's taking so long ._.

cute is good... Bakura would continue to stroke his hand through Marik's hair and rest his head on his other arm, staring at the cieling as if thinking about something, but still be petting Marik as if his attention is completely on him.

*pokes her* Confidence now!

It's fine Dani, really. XD

Not for me :P j/k. Marik would be wondering if it's worse to be a sex slave or a pet, but nuzzle into it anyway, trying to just enjoy the affection without thinking about anything else.

I swear, sounds like some sort of trick xDD And BAM!

feh... still.

^^;; Cute can be good. Fluffy-romatic-cute can be good, but so can bloody-sensual-stuff and then so can... never mind >.>;;

Bakura would sigh, thinking that no matter what happens Marik's going to either wish the night hadn't happen or have complaints about it or numerous other things that are going on through his mind. Still, he'd continued to pet through his hair and begin to also rub along Marik's upper back, almost dazed.

xD, the magical arrival of confidance!

And Marik would still be naked, but not wet at least, and raise himself slightly higher so that Bakura can reach more of his back. He wouldn't move from the kneeling position though, and might tilt his head back a little to keep having his hair petted, since the spikes would have gone with the wash.

hehe... that'll be the day ^^

Trailing his fingers along Marik's back, Bakura would tilt his fingers/hands so that his nails would brush over the skin rather than just the fingers. Tilting his head a bit, Bakura would bite at his lip thoughtfully and then slowly stand up and then almost crawl behind Marik and begin to knead his hands over Marik's back - massaging him a bit.

Is today that day?

Marik would still a little at having Bakura move behind him, tensing up slightly but then relax again when Bakura's not doing anything except touching his back. And he'd resist the temptation to ask what Bakura's doing.

You wish?

Bakura would notice the barely feel the slight tense, and would nod a bit to himself, thinking it's confirmed a few of his thoughts. But he wouldn't stop, and would continue to works his hands over Marik's back and upper shoulders, not saying anything either.

Of course I wish!

Marik would just do his best to stay relaxed and enjoy what Bakura's doing without thinking about anything else, but finally end up quietly asking, "Why are you doing that?"

I know.

Bakura would lean his head against Marik's back and sigh, holding himself back from just saying 'why not' or something and instead would continue and state, "Because I want to."

Did someone try to change the subject line again? XD

Marik would relax a little, just being quiet and trying to get used to it, then softly thank Bakura. He wouldn't turn around or anything though, just look at the carpet and try to ignore how naked he is.

LOL try being the keyword. *halo*

Bakura would hum softly in response to Marik's soft thanks, and would continue to massage Marik's back and move to his arms as well.. completely unsure of what exactly is going on in Marik's mind, but not wanting to ask and misunderstand what is said or if anything'll be said.

*smirks* Be arrogant to make up for your failure there.

Marik would tense slightly again at having Bakura shift his focus, but then force himself to relax again. He'd tell himself that this doesn't hurt, isn't humiliating and should therefore be enjoyed.

LoL how can I be arrogant if I failed at something? *smirks* :P

Bakura would sigh a bit at the tense and half whisper, "Do you trust me?" While waiting an answer, he'd still be massaging Marik's arms and back.

Because you were smart enough to pick up on that :P

Cue a long, long silence, with Marik thinking about that and knowing that Bakura wasn't really trying to hurt him, and wondering how to explain that yes, he trusts Bakura in general, just not when it comes to this... He'd finally give up on that, and half-slouch, tense no longer and just answer "Yes - I trust you."

LoL oi oi. Came up with something after all - shoulda known you would ^^

While Marik was silent, Bakura probably would have stopped massaging for a few seconds and catch himself and continue while really beginning to not look foward to Marik's answer - already preparing for the worse. When Marik would finally admit it, Bakura would relax a bit and continue as he was - his hands never going lower than Marik's midback, not wanting Marik to tense up again.

*smirks* I rock like that. Now, arrogance please :P

Marik would be surprised at the lack of response from Bakura, but not push his luck, just relaxing into the massage as nothing bad is happening at the moment.

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