Thornshipping (Yami no Marik x Anzu)
She felt oddly detached from herself, like she was drugged or something. But, she thought vaguely, could people move when they were drugged? She didn't think so, but here she was, walking down the dark hallway of the blimp without telling her body to move forward. Her head buzzed, almost painfully, and she wished she could rub her temples. Of course, her arms wouldn't respond.
What was she doing, anyway? It was dark. Shouldn't she be sleeping?
Wait, she was holding something...it was round and gold, wasn't it? Familiar...but she couldn't think.
At the end of the hallway, a soft footstep heralded the arrival of a tall, ominous shadow. She watched herself stiffen, and then tuck the round golden item around her neck and then under her shirt.
The shadow walked slowly, almost leisurely. Her head looked around for her, and she felt that she was looking for someplace to hide, but she wasn't sure why. She watched herself trying the door beside her, and then the next one, but they were both locked with a keypad and she didn't think she knew the combination.
Then the shadow was standing before her. He stood at ease, unworried. He was taller than her, with a spiky mass of platinum blond hair...it was...oh, she couldn't think through the buzzing, what was wrong with her?
"Sneaking around, are we?" he said in a grating, unnatural voice. "To what purpose, I wonder?"
She heard her own voice speaking, but she wasn't saying anything.
"Stay back. I'm warning you."
The figure laughed softly, and it sent a shiver through what consciousness she had.
"With what, my dear little weaker half?" he said. "All you have is the body of a girl that's probably never seen combat in her life. Whereas I..."
The round, horned head of the golden rod glinted through the darkness. He stepped closer, twirling the rod in his fingers.
"How sad," he sneered, his face a little clearer: tan, with crazed purple eyes and a maniacal smile. "You've sunk so low. Possessing a helpless little girl, because you don't have any other options. You can't stop me."
"Try me," she heard herself say, and even she could hear the shake in her own voice.
He reached out, tracing the horn of the golden rod across her cheek. She flinched, and this time, she was aware of causing the action.
"You don't have any power," he said quietly. "Let me show you, just so you understand."
The eye on the rod glinted, and a cry sounded in her mind.
Then suddenly, she was back to herself, blinking and dizzy. All of her limbs felt heavy, asleep and tingling. Her memories jolted back faster than her motor control – this was Marik she was staring at, and that was the Millennium Rod he was holding in her face.
With a barely muffled yelp, she scrambled backwards and nearly fell. Marik's lips flicked into an eerie grin.
"Welcome back, Anzu Mazaki," he sneered. "Surprised?"
Anzu fought back the urge to scream. That was what he wanted – he wanted her to be terrified. Well, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
She straightened her back and clenched her fists at her sides.
"Get away from me," she said. "I don't want anything to do with you."
Marik's grin flashed wider.
"Ah, what a sweet little lamb, pretending not to be scared," he said, coming closer.
Anzu stepped back.
"I'm not scared of you."
Marik chuckled. This time, when he stepped forward and Anzu stepped back, she found herself pressed against the wall. Terror flashed through her and it took a minute to get it back under control. She tried to sidestep to get back into the free space of the hallway, but Marik's free hand snapped out to block her passage.
"Going so soon, little lamb?" he said. "It's not nice to leave in the middle of the conversation."
"We're not having a conversation," Anzu said, trying desperately to keep herself from trembling. He was standing close – too close! "You – you don't have anything to do with me. The pharaoh is the one that you want to fight. I – I'm just –"
His face moved into hers, and she could feel his breath on her face.
"Just an innocent bystander?" he said softly, grinning. "Ah yes...but you're a bystander that the pharaoh seems to like...and one that my weaker half has a connection to."
Somehow, while Anzu hadn't been looking, he had unsheathed a knife from inside of the Millennium Rod. Slowly, slowly, he traced the tip down her cheek. She froze.
"Ah," he said. "Now, that's the look of terror I was hoping to see on your face."
He smirked as he started to run the knife across her neck. Anzu's heart pounded wildly, sending her head into a whirl of terror.
"I saw you earlier on the blimp," he said. "And your eyes...once I took control, there was just this look in your eyes. Fire and strength; and anger. I didn't like that very much, you know."
Anzu swallowed. The knife was traveled up her face again.
"I wanted to know how you would look scared," he said. "I have to say, I like it much better."
Then, without warning, his lips pressed against hers. Anzu jerked back, hitting her head against the wall, trying to escape his searching tongue –
In a wild jerk, she flailed her arm at his face, and kicked out – her foot connected with his groin and the kiss ended abruptly. He stumbled back.
Anzu didn't need any more invitation. She just ran.
His laugh followed her, echoing down the hall, increasing her speed even more –
But he didn't follow her. He didn't have to.
Because she would never be free of the terrible memories of him...
A/N: Soooo creepy! :D Poor Anzu, getting abused. Hopefully there's a better pairing for her coming up soon. Just as I suspected, I didn't like this one as much as Vexshipping, though it was intriguing. I don't know, I just like the dynamic of Bakura and Anzu better than Marik. Maybe it's because Bakura is much more calculating than Marik, and Marik's strategy is just pure terror. Well, next up is Thiefshipping (Marik x Yami no Bakura); I feel like a lot of people are excited for this one.
