Servantshipping (Mana x Yami no Yugi)
Every now and then, Yami no Yugi would have the sense that he was about to remember something – a feeling of deja vu, if you will. It was, at the same time, a frustrating and comforting feeling. On one hand, it was wonderful to feel like something was familiar – it let him know that he really had been someone before he woke up as a part of Yugi. On the other hand, it was almost infuriating to be on the verge of a memory and never quite grasp it.
Duel Monsters brought that feeling out a lot. Sometimes he could stare at a card for hours, trying to understand where that hint of a memory was coming from.
He was always most drawn to the Dark Magician Girl.
There was always something about her that struck him as familiar. It didn't come from Yugi's memories, either. It had something to do with the way her hair flipped, the sparkle of her eyes, and the cheerful smile that cross her features when the holographic system brought her to life. It was also in the way that something always felt a bit off every time he looked at her – like the color of her eyes was wrong or something.
Sometimes, while Yugi was sleeping, he would slip into control and sneak out the Duel Disk, so he could slip the card in and watch the hologram come to life. Even though he was doing it to try and regain his memories, he knew it was a strange and somewhat creepy habit – he hoped Yugi never found out about it.
One night, when the memory was being particularly elusive, the Dark Magician Girl turned with a snap towards him. She smiled in that bright way that she always did. He knew that he had seen that smile before. He felt it in his very soul, the essence of himself. His head started to nod as his eyes drooped. He was more tired than he thought. The exact reason for the smile's familiarity escaped him like always –
"You're the pharaoh now – so I've got to serve you the best I can!"
Yami no Yugi started up with a jerk. That – had he remembered something? What had that voice been? A dream on the edge of his consciousness, just before he fell asleep? Or a memory?
The Dark Magician Girl twirled again, smiling that big, cheerful smile. But suddenly, it looked fake to him. Programmed and unreal. Irritated, he switched off the Duel Disk, and the the Dark Magician Girl flickered out of sight.
He climbed back into bed, slipped under the covers, and turned to stare up at the ceiling. He scrutinized the plain white plaster for a long time.
Had that voice been only a dream? Or had he truly remembered something?
"You're the pharaoh now – so I've got to serve you as best I can!"
He felt the barest hint of a tear in his eye, but he wiped it away angrily. For a moment, his memory opened up to him – just the barest crack. He could not remember the speaker's face. But he could remember how he had replied to her.
"That's not...what I wanted from you...Mana..."
A/N: EEEEEEEE! (I'm pretty sure the squeal of a fangirl can cause death just as much as a banshee.) Atem x Mana 4evah! Okay, now that I'm done being a stereotypical fangirl, we're going to move on. Next is Sepulchershipping (Yami no Bakura x Rishid).
