Searchshipping (Yami no Marik x Rishid x Marik x Ishizu)
The problem was, none of them could find each other. Both in a physical sense, and in an emotional one. The Ishtar family was a broken one, and it was all they could do to search for themselves, much less each other.
Ishizu Ishtar sat in a mostly empty train, staring out into the gloomy day as rain clung to the window. Her breath fogged the glass as her brown eyes stared back at her.
Marik, she thought. Rishid.
The hint of a tear began in her eye, but she blinked it away. She forced herself to become numb. It was the only way to stay sane during the tireless – and fruitless – search for her family: the journey to escape the constant pain in her heart.
Rishid Ishtar stared out into an equally gloomy night, the rain falling steadily down his head and dripping down his angular face. Despite the drops in his eyes, he continued to stare at the sky, wondering, hoping, that Ishizu was looking at the same sky. If that was true, then they weren't so far apart. He hated himself. He had left Ishizu behind – but if he hadn't, he would have left Marik behind. Had he made the right choice? Was he in the right place? The answers eluded him, and he closed his eyes against the rain. The search for answers was not an easy one. It never would be.
Marik Ishtar glared out into the rain from the small coffee shop, hating it for existing. He didn't know why Rishid wanted to stand out in it, but he hadn't asked. That was the relationship they shared. Neither asked questions of the other. It was easier that way. The blurred form of Rishid through the rain was stark against the gray, and for some reason, it just made Marik more angry. He wasn't sure why he was angry. It seemed to have no direction. But as he stared into the mug of coffee before him, he could see the coffee brown eyes of Ishizu sparkling at him. He had to stop himself from smacking the coffee cup onto the floor to shatter. Instead, he downed the rest of it, letting the heat sear through him and burn his tongue. The momentary pain distracted him from the search for the source of his anger. Because he already knew what it was, and he didn't want to acknowledge it.
Through Marik's own eyes, and without his knowing, a shadow watched the rain fall with a quiet consideration. He felt the anger of his host pulse through him, savoring the power that gave him. Yes, that was it. Get angrier, and angrier. Become angry at yourself, for leaving what was important behind. Become angry at how your relationship with Rishid has dissolved into that of a master and servant, for deserting Ishizu, for letting yourself become consumed in hatred and revenge. Then allow yourself to become consumed anyway. The shadow laughed softly, but Marik didn't hear him. Then he returned to staring at the rain through Marik's eyes, and imagined them becoming drops of blood.
The search for dominance would end soon...
A/N: I really, really like this one. I love switching between thoughts, I love getting deep into the heads of characters, and I love parallelism. This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope it was just as much fun to read. Next is Sealshipping (Atem x Mahad).
