A/N Derping with DarkShadowRose1 leads to derping in writing. The original title for this was 'Yami no Mariku to Yami no Mariku' all written in it the proper Japanese characters but for some reason didn't like that. I apologise for the shortness but I never said it was supposed to be long, did I?
(Yami no Marik and Yami no Marik)
When it comes to fanfiction no pairing with Mariku ever seems to work. There's always a fault, this is partially due to the fact Mariku has the mentality of roughly six years old and acts upon impulse; all the time. He was born out of hatred and loneliness, one would think the loneliness would make him easy to pair off; but you see dear reader, the hatred outshone that loneliness, far outshone it. The only one true pairing Mariku could possibly be part of would have to be one involving... himself.
He stood in front of the full length mirror encased in Shadows; the Shadow Realm had grown to be his home, the entire area a playing field for causing the demise of those who would grow on his nerves. Now let me get this straight, Mariku was not the type to be conceited; at least not when it came to looks. The way his hair stood up unruly, the way the veins on his face would bulge in anger and adrenaline not to mention the way his too long tongue would just loll from between his sharp straight edged teeth; barely escaping mutilation from his pointed canines. Yet he still admired his appearance; one could say he was quite the narcissist and he would feel obliged to agree for the fact his standards didn't drop much lower than himself. He ran a smooth hand over his abdomen, eyes piercing into that of his reflection with a lustful glare; a true narcissist indeed. He let out a shaky moan running his hands up the underside of his shirt to fiddle with his own chest, peering back at his reflection between the closures of his eyes in pleasure. Shaky breaths escaped his lips as the shadows around him squirmed, yet he was too caught up in his own hormones and body to care. Slowly he travelled his hand lower towards the waistband of his pants, carefully slipping his fingers below the belt. If anyone was watching or even listening they would have thought the man was in pain the way he drew in breaths and let out aching groans; all the while pleasuring himself to that of his own reflection. It would have been the strangest sight, I man jacking off vigorously, eyes locked lustfully onto their reflected gaze. A strangled cry echoed in the shadows as his tension gave out; chest heaving with lurid sighs, slight tremors washing over him. The aforementioned dear reader is precisely why no pairing with the esteemed Yami Marik, or Mariku as some refer to him by, will never become canon and always remain crack. For its too hard to pair someone with another person when they're so narcissistically in love with themselves.
R&R ~