Ordershipping (Marik x Possessed Jonouchi)
Marik nearly stumbled back from the force of the mental blow. His fingers tightened around the cold, ancient artifact in his fingers.
You WILL submit!
He thrust his mind into Jonouchi's again. Jonouchi fought right back.
The blond boy was bound to a chair. On the outside, he looked almost dead. His head lolled forward, his eyes were closed, and there was a hint of drool coming out of his mouth. But to Marik's eyes, the boy was one of the most troublesome opponents he had ever faced.
Jonouchi's mindscape was a battlefield. Marik tried to wriggle through the defenses – it was as though a sword sliced right through him, forcing him to take yet another step back. Jonouchi moaned. His brain was going into overdrive, activating his nervous system with alerts – although, the brain wasn't quite certain what those alerts were, it just knew it had to activate them. The boy started to jerk, like some subject of an exorcism. Marik ground his teeth in frustration.
The Millennium Rod flared with heat as he forced his way through Jonouchi's defenses.
You are weak and useless. You're no help to the pharaoh, or Yugi. You think you can become a "true duelist"? Don't fool yourself!
He whispered those poisonous thoughts into Jonouchi's mind, layering them with persuasion and rightness. They seeped through Jonouchi's consciousness. He shook himself, still mostly unconscious. His jaw clenched; his brow furrowed.
No, he was thinking. You're wrong. I don't believe you.
Marik's nails dug into his palms. His previous victims had fallen easily after his first whispers. Jonouchi was so much stronger than he had anticipated.
It formed a crack in Jonouchi's mental defenses, though, enough for Marik to slip in. He could see the boxes now, the metaphysical projections of a person's thoughts and being. He had never seen a mind in such a mess: every box was wide open and spewing out its contents. This boy didn't keep a thing to himself, did he? Marik found the box that held his feelings for his friends. They were of the sappy variety, projected in the image of friendship bracelets, photo albums, and a permanent marker for some reason. Marik closed it. It sprang back open and spilled more of its contents, even more overflowing than before.
You don't have friends, he hissed. You're nothing more than a delinquent. You don't deserve to be friends with anyone – you bullied and tormented the people you now call "friends."
I'm different now! I've changed BECAUSE of my friends!
The chaos merely increased, almost drowning Marik in the inundation of thoughts.
There will be order in here! I will make it happen!
You won't take control of me, you bastard!
The swear had the hint of a thought in it. Something...darker. A remnant of a piece left behind. It gave Marik the edge he needed to find the right box. It was tiny, unadorned, and shoved to the side, closed up tight. Marik fingered his rod, considering.
Then he opened the box.
Instantly, the objects spilled forth. An iron crowbar. Shattered glass. Blood soaked bandages, ripped insignia in gang colors, deadly looking chains, piles of empty bottles of alcohol, a shattered picture of a happy looking family with the father ripped from the picture. All of Jonouchi's anger, his festering hatred, the things he had started to put away and forget about.
And Marik had just opened it.
The other boxes all snapped themselves shut, as though trying to protect themselves from the tainted materials of the tiny box. Marik withdrew from Jonouchi's mind.
The boy stared blankly, now. His face had gone slack and lifeless, but his fixated stare and lifted head revealed that he was still alive.
"You can untie him now," Marik said to the ever present Rishid.
His lurking shadow nodded, and began to loosen the ropes. Marik took a step back from the boy. He rubbed his temples. Bile was rising in his throat. That darkness...it sickened him.
A strange, cruel smirk grew across Jonouchi's face.
What did I do? Marik thought, as he stared at his new creation.
A/N: Huh. Not sure what to say about this. Next is Orchisshipping (Ishizu x Anzu x Shizuka). Yeah, time for some girl power! :D
