Be warned, this might not make any sence. o_O All my Phycoshipping stuff is unplanned, and writes itself as my fingers move over the keyboard. I rarelly edit these ones, except for grammatical errors and such
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh....well, lets just say a LOT of yaoi fangirls would be very, very happy =3
Bakura always had claimed to be something he wasn't - a title long since handed to him by the mortals who had the honour of facing him, one he had come to brag as being his own.
Darkness. It was a taunt he used on those about to face their death at his hands, a way of mocking those who tried to insult him. 'I am the darkness,' He claimed, smirking that twisted smirk. 'I am you're nightmare, the evil of mans heart, all the intentions you keep locked away, you're hatred, contempt, agony.'
Everyone knew him as that; it was his title, long since fought for and one. Only one person knew it was a fake name; even Bakura himself had long since been convinced it was who he was, excepted it to be his rightful alias.
But Marik knew better. After all, how could Bakura be the incarnation of evil, when that was already his own? Born quite literally from the pain and loathing of his host, Marik was in all meaning the essence of everything hated and feared.
He knew this, and many times he had considered pointing this out to Bakura. 'You are evil, 'Kura, there's no denying that. But you were also mortal, many years ago. I never had that pleasure; I am death, and darkness and the shadows on the walls'.
However, every time he thought of bringing it up with his friend, Bakura would choose at that exact moment grin that insane grin of his, the one that was terrifying to all but beautiful to Marik, for the pride and joy he found gleaming in the bluenette's eyes.
"I am you're true heart, mortal," He would hiss as he circled his newest victim, face twisted into that leer that everyone found terrifying, but Marik could see the truth behind it.
It was one of the things Bakura had to be proud of - one of the few things he felt his property, his own right to dangle over the heads of everyone's else. The one thing no one could beat him at.
So instead of speaking Marik would just smile and observe, as he took no joy in being what he was. Bakura did, however, and Marik was more then willing to let the lie linger, if only to allow his Thief that.
"He is the being of you're sins," Marik would purr, as he sat on a crate observing Bakura and his victim, if only to bask in the proud glow that shone on his Thief's face.
It was an illusion, one that would eventually have to fade, but Marik was eager to let it linger just that much longer.
After all, Bakura needed it more then he did.
And whatever Bakura needed, Marik would be sure he had. Because in the end, it was worth the lie just to see that glow in the other's eyes.
These..won't stop..sneaking up..on me x_X! Phycoshipping is a disease I swear! It's in my bloood! Rawgh!
R&R?