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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 you get arrogant as well!

And Marik would flinch at the mention of repeatedly, before pointing out, "You've never done that for me before though so it would be worth it to have had you do something like that..." and smile slightly at the soft kiss.

Bakura would feel the flinch, and subconciously tighten his grip on Marik and choose not to point out that -that's- part of what he's referring to. Then Bakura would shrug, "It's fine... Really." Usually he'd be a bit frustrated at repeating so much, but for some reason at the time - doesn't.

...so, arrogant yet?

And Marik would make a slightly frustrated sound, and pout without thinking about it, then drop a kiss on top of Bakura's head. And state that he is honestly going to feel guilty if Bakura doesn't go through with this.

Further from it as time goes by.

Looking up at Marik, Bakura would tilt his head to the side and point out that he won't feel comfortable if he does. Then he'd pause and ask, "So, you said you want to do your end ... what if I changed what you had to do to something else?"

*dies* Aren't I helping at all?!

And Marik would pause at that, thinking about it. And shrug, "I'm supposed to be obeying you, so that would work as well."

LoL!! well, while you're helping (provided it's not all just to try to make me arrogant and just the truth :P) just that things are just really not cooperating... it's like "Ooh, I wanna RP and get this done and over with!" *msn signs off and causes lots of problem saying: Well you can't! *cackles* it's like, things are working against me xDDD

Biting at his lip, Bakura would say, "Give me a massage, then." Knowing it'd be something he can enjoy that Marik shouldn't be uncomfortable with doing.

*hugs* MSN was playing up for me as well. Arrogance has nothing to do with it.

And Marik would just go still and blink at Bakura, then ask quietly as if checking for confirmation, "A massage?"

MSN acted up on me, Neko, you and... uhm... I think a few others X_X But it's got great timing T_T Sooo, instead I pounce you here! *pounce*

Bakura would pull back some, though his arms would still be wrapped around Marik, and softly ask, "Do you know how to give one?" Hoping that he didn't make things worse - for either of them.

*pounces back* Way to go for getting the first pounce - now just get arrogant as well!

Marik would shrug, and answer quietly, "I think so - I've just never tried." Then smile and tease lightly, "So I take no responsibility if you end up with anything broken."

xDD Yes, b/c I rock like that ;P

Bakura would smile some and the smile would turn to a smirk at the tease as he'd reply something like, "And if you break anything, then you'll have to take care of me to make up for it..."

Yeah, you rock overall!

Marik would smirk in reply, and answer, "What, you've switched from wanting me in a maid's dress to wanting me in a nurse's outfit?"

"Yes- I mean, No! Just... uhm... yeah, so you can give me the massage right?" Bakura would be stuttering a bit at his mistake.

...you do rock. Admit it XD

Marik would laugh then, and smirk down at Bakura while asking mock-innocently, "Where did you get this fetish for cross-dressing people from?"

pish posh.

Bakura would arch a brow and state, "That's not what I meant. And I don't."

Rocking hikari-toy! Just like Rockin' Ryuuji XD

And Marik would laugh, then ask, "So far you've wanted me in a maid's outfit and a nurse's outfit. Neither of those are particular masculine professions."

LoL su-ure :P

Taping his chin, Bakura would think about that before saying, "I never said you had to wear the outfits."

You do rock XD And you make a great Mokuba.

Marik would arch an eyebrow, then think it over and state, "You said you wanted to see me in them..."

LMFAO! I rock to rock music. LoL! Naw, but I hope to eventually.

"..." Bakura would pull back some and tilt his head and pout a little, "I wasn't serious," he'd also be lazily trailing one of his fingers over Marik's chest.

You rock my socks off XD When you aren't talking about thiefshipping.

Marik would half-laugh, looking a little relieved, "Good - just because hikari-mine cross-dresses doesn't mean that I do."

Arching a brow, Bakura would ask, "...Malik crossdresses?"

Now get arrogant!

Marik would smirk and ask, "Don't you remember his belly-dancing outfit for Halloween?"

Bakura would mutter, "How can I forget?" and then sigh and state, "You made it sound like he does it often... That's all."

C'mon, arrogance... *pokes her playfully*

And Marik would smirk and respond, "I never said that he doesn't do it often..."

Meh. Donno if it'll ever get here at this rate ToT

Bakura would laugh and tilt his head some, "He actually cross-dresses... a lot?"

Well, I think that you have plenty of reasons to be arrogant.

Marik would give Bakura a mock-innocent look and ask, "What makes you think that I'd tell you something like that?"

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