Disclaimer: No new developments as far as Dustbunny owning YGO!
Relationship: (Yami)MarikMai(ish) (One-sided)
POV: First person perspective
Warning(s): Well, it's my first attempt at anything psychological. It's meant to be a bit "WTFrick?" but I may have pushed it. Also, this is a drabble and is therefore quite short. A hundred words only go so far. Otherwise, not much to worry about. I've taken a break from my killing spree and the language is totally clean.
A/N: This is set during their duel.
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How is it that I'm so terrified of you?
I'm a strong woman, one of the top duelists in the world. My deck is tops. I've got a crowd cheering me on while you stand alone.
And yet I'm afraid like I never have been before. Player Killer couldn't so much as dream for results like this. And all it takes is a look into those bottomless lavender pits you call eyes, a few words in that bone-chilling voice. Your very essence seems to be surrounding me, taking me hostage, driving me crazy.
Why is it that I crave more?
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Dustbunny: So, what did you think?
Mai: #cough-Don't-answer-honestly-cough# Ahem. Sorry; something in my throat
Dustbunny: How… discrete
Marshmallow: If you say so… Reviews please!