Hey guys, it's me again.
After I need to write so much seminar papers now, I hope you'll forgive me for not translating the other stories atm, it's just unnerving me...
Today I wrote a pairing I'm quiet interestet in, Illusionshipping it is.
First I appologize for what will be written here, because I know I'll not really be able to fill this to the brim with Mai's fright and Marik's twisted insanity, I'm sure I'll not be able to do this as perfect as I want it to be in the end.
But I hope it'll get close.
WARNING: This will be twisted and it will be cruel. There will be a mass of blood, death and violence. So if you're sensible, think again if you want to read it.
This will be a How much ever-Shot. (xD) There won't be much chapters, maybe three or four... I don't know now xD
Summary: 'She wasn't sure if she was able to get over this... out of this, she wasn't even able to tell who she was... where she was... why was she here? Everything she remembered, was him. His name, his body, his eyes. And that was all that mattered. Because he would show her. He would show her who she had been.'
Disclaimer: I'm not owning the characters and Yu-Gi-Oh! and I'm not getting any money with this.
She saw violet, desperate eyes. The face that was staring at her at the moment was transparant, maybe a ghost? Long gorgeous golden strands of hair played with the fantastic shapes of a woman's face. She tried to touch the human in front of her, trying to feel her reality with limb, numb fingers, the only thing that lived at that god forsaken place she was currently trapped in.
The beautiful creature mirrored her movements and even if the woman's and her fingertips touched she was only able to feel the smooth, cold glass between her fingers, mocking her with delight.
She shuddered as a quiet and heartbreaking sob emited from her dry throath, the feelings returning.
The weight on top of her numb legs, the soft, trickling of sand, stroking her body, the cold, glassy surface, capturing her, the pain in her hands...
They were hurting so much.
… the cold hand inside of her grasping her heart, holding it, the threat to squish it was ever-present.
She was going insane.
There was only a small distance that seperated her and the sweet insanity... what if she gave in? Would she feel better? Would the hot, burning and ever hungry insanity ease her pain? Would she even feel pain?
She shuddered. No... she didn't want to give in... there wasn't much that had been left of her former self... it was only a tiny, desperate bit, that longed for freedome, sun, voices, touch... care.
'Why is it you're observing me?', she asked the woman that mirrored her movements again, she saw the other ones lips that moved. But there was no sound except from her own voice.
'Why... are looking at me all the time? Who are you? Why do you keep copying me?'
Silence. Not even the sand gave off any sound at all. It just kept covering her in a deathly embrace, soft, calming, but nevertheless crushing hard and heavy at the same time.
'It's always dark... why is it always dark?' Indeed. There were only shadows outside of her glassy prison. Often she looked outside, like she expected something else to be there... but she couldn't remember what... so there had been always only shadows... she and the woman and shadows.
The small, soft hairs at her neck suddenly raised and she felt a shiver slide over the skin of her back.
'Who is it?' She asked, nearly hopefully, but there was no answer.
Her head hurt, her hands hurt, her legs seemed to be empty, dead, maybe she wasn't capeable of moving them? Maybe they never had worked? Had she ever been anywhere else?
Her head sank down and she was crying. The tears where dripping down, wetting the sand and when she eventually looked up again, she saw that the wonderful and perfect woman in front of her, had tears rolling down her cheeks. The feeling was still there, somthing lured there behind her, but she didn't care... there was nothing that could just enter, for this construction was made of solid glass. Something would have to break it first...
She leaned forewards and tried to clean the woman's face of the tears.
'No... no please... calm down... don't cry... I... I'm not able to stand that! You're not as pitiful as I am... you're so beautiful, you're so special... don't cry because of me... I... I don't deserve that... please... stop crying... please...' She begged the transparent perfect creature on the other side of the glass.
'You're so beautiful... so... so, so beautiful... even when you're crying you're beautiful... I... don't believe I could be so beautiful... I... don't really know what I look like... but I must be ugly... why are you sticking with me? Why aren't you going away, living your life? Why are you staying?'
The face didn't move anymore, it stared at her sadly, asking a quiet question, desperately longing for the answer.
'You even forgot what you look like.'
She jumped inside of her prison as soft and warm breath rolled down her neck.
There was something else behind the beautiful woman now, a shadow, a demon, a monster...
Softly, so softly it made her nearly sick, she felt his long, tanned fingers capture her waist.
It was to dark, there was nearly no light that made her see him behind her, so why did she know he had tanned hands?
'Marik.' It wasn't a question. She remembered him. In this dark and twisted and lonely world everything that she remembered was him.
Her spine was stretching, her waist leaning into his palms, she was so desperately yearning for something warm, something caring, something to hold her, to help her. Something that was only there. Something real.
His chin laid down at her shoulder, leaving a gentle shiver, that slid over her skin when he chuckled.
'I'm flattered you remember my name...What is your name, woman?' He asked, while her shoulder slightly lifted to catch more of the warmth that emitted of the person behind her. He did nothing to stop her.
'I... I can't remember...' She was nervous. She hadn't talked to somebody a long time... what if she said something wrong and he would leave? How had he been able to get in here?
And the most important fact... why did she feel so guilty for enjoying his touch?
She felt a hot breeze tickle her cheek, as he turned his head to look at her. She shook slightly, afraid of what he would do next... no... only afraid that she could do something to offend him... something to make him leave. She was so filled to the brim with fear, that she didn't even move.
'You're so delicious... so much fun, dear... I wish I could keep you here forever... but I fear the shadows aren't healthy for your... conditon.' He chuckled again, darkly and evil.
'Why... why am I here?' She asked, nearly bowing because of the fright that her voice could make him leave.
He took her chin, not too gentle and turned her face, so that she was able to look him in the eye.
Tanned skin, violet, empty eyes and a smirk on top of his face.
'You made a wrong decision. That's why you're here. That's why your friends abandoned you. Now I'm the only one here. You're at my mercy that's... if I had some...' He chuckled again.
'But I wondered when I came here... why are you talking to your reflection?'
'Re-flection? You mean... that woman?'
His smirk grew bigger. 'Yes... the beautiful, crying woman isn't at the other side of the glass... she is at the very inside, woman... inside of you. You are that crying beauty...'
She shook her head, trying to crawl backwards.
'Marik... what are you talking about? I can't be that beautiful... it's... just... I can't!'
He blinked a little bit surprised by her firmness. 'And why is that, dear?'
'I... I have to be ugly for sitting inside of here... my inside has to be ugly and rotten. Why else would somebody capture me inside of the darkness and don't let me see the light? I... I just can't be beautiful!' She cried again, big teardrops wetting the sand, her legs tingling because of the abused state they were in, head and hands hurting... burning...
'Would you like to know who you are, dear?'
She looked upwards. His face was motionless, his eyes piercing, he knelt directly in front of her, the tip of his nose nearly touching hers, an intriguing smell of darkness, cold and blood embracing her.
She nodded slowly. 'I'd... love to know...'
His lips stretched and gave her a cunning, amused smile. 'Then let's find you, shall we?'
She opened her eyes, it was hot, so damn hot. The sheets around her were damped and the quiet waving of the ventilator, that was dangling of the ceiling, pounded inside of her ears.
Her eyes followed the movement of the rotating object a few moments, before she sat up.
The room she was currently in was an absolute mess, it was dirty, shabby and if she didn't just imagine, there were cockroaches currently climbing the broken mess that had been a desk before.
She blinked. Where was she?
Dear... what a mess...
She looked around, but there was nobody there. Eventually she got out of the bed, searching for any signs, telling her what had happened and where she was.
When she got out of the room, she was able to hear the low buzzing of flies. Her eyes travelled the shabby and deserted corridor. The buzzing seemed to grow louder with every heartbeat she waited, afraid of examining the rooms of the flat. She took a deep breath, inhaling dirt, dust and something that tasted sweet and dark.
She was able to smell the blood before she even saw the flies. The whole place smelled of blood, there was copper filling the air like a lethal desease. She stopped, as she reached the doorframe, the buzzing inside of the room behind it nearly unbearable. She took another deep breath and instinctly knew what the dark and sweet smell was, that she inhaled deeply into her lungs.
It was death.
She threw one look inside of the room and than cried. The next thing that happend was that her legs moved. She ran out of the room, fleeing the picture inside of her mind, the picture of a blonde teen, lying inside a pool of his own blood, covered by a mantle of flies, mouth wide open, eyes not even there anymore. The chest a wide opened wound, the ribcage grinning at her like the teeth of the devil.
Her fingers had to be hurting him, her face was burried inside of the crack of his neck. She was shaking violently, her nails diging the cloth beneath her hands.
'Oh my God... oh my God... oh my God...'
It was like a mantra, leaving her mouth over and over again, the small gap between her and insanity only a line now. He would have to push only slightly to make her fall.
'Hush dear.' He smiled. She was able to hear his smile.
'Oh my God... oh God... no... nooo...' she moaned. Still shivering with fright, disgust and pain.
'I said hush...' His voice sounded so much like a serpents would do... hissing, tasting her pain while he talked, tasting it with his very tongue. She swallowed the slightly sour taste, that seconds before tried to raise inside of her troath and lessened her grip, the panic that had filled her seconds ago leaving with one hot, pained, shuddering sob against the soft skin of his neck. It left a shiver behind as she leaned back slowly. A shiver of lust.
'Who was that person?', she asked still shaking.
'A friend of yours... that was... before he abandoned you... you felt something like affection towards him, do you remember? Now what was his name again?' His finger playfully tipped his chin, the movement nearly thoughtful. 'It started with an 'J'... hmm...'
'Joey.' He smiled at her. 'So you remember him?' She shook her head. 'It was the first name that came to my mind... it's... bound to a memory that is too far away now to catch it... it's like something splitted me apart... there are so much things that are absent at the moment... I feel that...'
He nodded slowly.
'Well... then let's continue to search them.'
She struggeled to stay awake, her eyes trying to close. Oh, she was so tired... so very tired...
Her hand met her cheek with a quiet slap.
Ouch.
(amused chuckling)
The big violet eyes opening slowly. She was tightly wrapped into the sheets of another bed this time. And she was so... small... She sat up, everything was dark around her, one moment her feet dangled above the floor beneath her, as she tried to see something in the darkness.
The outlines of a cupboard at one end of the room and a small, beautiful desk. Thousands of eyes were watching her; cuddly toys, beautiful dolls, faces of cute plushy pillows.
She blinked again. Her nightgown was wide, clean and white it smelled of soap and love. Instantly her lips stretched into a wide smile.
'Mom? Dad?' Her voice was cute, high and childlike. She inwardly cried because of its sweetness.
Her fingers distractedly stroke a lock of hair behind her ear and she tiptoed in the direction of the door.
'Mom, Dad, where are you?' She giggled. Hide-and-seek in the middle of the night. 'You're mean... I'll have to find you am I? And then I'll unpack my birthday presents! Hah! In the middle of the night... you'll see!' She opened the door.
(someone chuckled lowly... she didn't really get that... there was nobody else at least)
It was dark outside too, the smell of cleanlyness excited her.
This was her old house. She had been born here! She had been raised up here! And tomorrow would be her seventh birthday! A look at the clock showed her that it was currently two in the morning.
Okay... in that case her birthday had just started. That would be fun!
('I'm agreeing, dear, it'll be fun. It shall.')
She giggled as her feet made low noises as they met the clean floor beneath her, she was running in the direction of her parents bedroom and jumped inside, the door hitting the cupboard behind it with a low 'thud'.
'It's birthday-night!', she cried laughing and then she went quiet that instant.
They were inside of the bed, but they weren't moving.
'Helloohoo! It's my birthday night-party! Get up! Time to party!' She said demandigly, a tiny bit of anger stitching inside of her.
She stamped in the direction of the bed and jumped on top of it, sitting down between her parents.
'Hello folks! Wake up!' She pulled at her parents hands and put them down again, crawling upwards. She pinched her fathers nose. 'Helloooo... anybody in there?'
He didn't move. And now panic was rising inside of her, hot, paining, blinding panic.
'Mommy... Daddy... please don't do such cruel jokes... it's my birthday, please wake up!'
She shook their shoulders a little bit, desperatly wanting them to wake up now, she was so afraid.
'Please... please... wake up... Mommy... please... Daddy!' She hit her father hard on the chest to wake him. And her hand lay there a moment, while she was watching him. Then she screamed:
'WAKE UP, WAKE UP!' She shook him desperatly, crying now, he didn't even move. He did nothing, just like her mother.
'WAKE...UP! WAKE UP, wakeupwakeupwakeup...' She sobbed as she bowed foreward and hid her face inside of her fathers cold, lifeless chest. 'please... please don't leave me alone... wake up... please... I beg you... I'll never want any birthday presents again, I'll be a good girl... I'll do everything, everything at all... please wake up... open your eyes...' His chest was moving suddenly and she looked upwards, meeting empty violet eyes. (cold, menacing laughter exploding inside of her head)
She was siting on top of him, blinking slightly. There was no glass around them, no sand that hold her legs down
(so they were working at least!)
and she looked at him, feeling the tears on top of her cheeks, the rawness and dryness inside of her troath. He raised his hand, not bothering to lift her away from his hips, as he ran his fingertip over her cheek, cleaning the salty wet line away, bringing the hand to his lips, tasting her tears longingly.
'What happened to my parents?' She nearly stoped talking. Her voice sounded deeper now, much more aduld.
'They died because of a desease.' He said that simply, licking at his finger again and his lips afterwards, really enjoying himself.
She watched him, not sure if she wanted to continue their search. She was afraid. And what she was afraid about was what she was, not what he could do to her, nor why she was here.
She shivered slightly, feeling his gaze lingering on her as she did. Her eyes stayed at his chest.
'I... I was a lonely person...'
It wasn't a question, so he didn't bother to answer.
His hands laid on her hips again and her eyes locked with his, as she felt the akward position, that she was in.
'Now dear... shall we continue?' She shook her head violently and closed her eyes.
'I don't want to know, I don't want to know me...'
He smiled. It was menacing, but not because of the closeness to a smirk, there was a complete lack of that, but because of that feinged comfort, that lingered on top of his lips, inside of his eyes.
It was such a bad mask that she was sure he wanted her to see what his intentions were.
'Well... we could continue with something else than... don't you think so?'
His hand lowered, stroking her thigh gently, only his fingertips caressing the beautiful skin.
A shiver followed his touch.
'Don't...' She whispered and he laughed quietly. Suddenly he was pushing her backwards and she fell, her back hitting the floor with a low 'thud'.
He was looming over her within a blink. She swallowed hard, the speed of her breath increasing instantly.
When he leant down a bit, she felt his index finger touching the soft skin of her stomache. He seemed to draw something, his empty violet eyes staying at her face, not bothering to see the shiver he caused... because he felt it... oh, how he felt it... that was everything he needed.
'You... need comfort?' He breathed, dipping his head down, she turned her head because of an immense urge to avoid him. A mere moment later his lips began to caress the soft skin of her neck, kissing it, tasting it, nipping, licking, seducing...
She felt a jolt of electricity beneath her skin, the secret area beneath her teasingly short skirt getting warm.
'You need love?' His teeth gently bit down, a longing gasp escaped her lips. He stayed like that a long time, and she shivered with every breath he took, with every short, teasing flick of his tongue he would give her. Then she felt the hard teeth bit down, a low crunching sound rang inside of her ear, before pain exploded at her troath, blindig her, choking her. She wasn't even able to scream.
All that left her troath was desperate gargle. Hot liquid pouring out, she felt him swallow, drinking every drop of it, enjoying it, breathing erratically at her skin. Her hands shot up to take him away from her, to get him off of her neck... he was going to kill her!
She blinked as he was looming above her, his look curious teasing, her hand shot up to feel at the side of her neck. it was whole, undamaged, no pain, no wound.
She sobbed.
'What is happening to me... am I going insane... please somebody... somebody wake me... I'm dreaming... this can't be real... help...' She felt him dip his head down and her shoulders lifted, hiding her neck, while she started shaking. 'Please go away... don't hurt me... please...'
His hand laid down at her chest, feeling her heart poundig beneath her ribcage, strongly, vital, fast, pumping the essence of life through her veins.
'I told you...' he breathed softly. 'That you are delicious... you are indeed...'
He licked his lips and her heart jumped.
'Indeed...'
And he was kissing her possessively.
Indeed...
Wohoo, first chapter done! I hope you liked it... I really tried hard, but I'm not... really content... It's just somehow lacking Mariks insanity a bit. *sighes* I never knew, that he was such a difficult person to write... I know he was difficult... but THAT difficult? -.-
Nevertheless... please leave me a statement... that would make me happy. :)
*leaves cookies*