Negateshipping (Rishid x Yami no Marik)
"...You do realize that I know you're there, right?"
The shadow sneaking up on him hesitated. Rishid straightened, his hands pressed against the table. He didn't turn around yet. A short silence passed.
"How long have you known?"
It was and was not Marik's voice. His young, high-pitched voice was marred with almost a buzzing at the back of the throat, making it sound like the voice was on the verge of cracking down to a lower octave. Now Rishid turned around.
The small, child-like figure that stood in front of the bed appeared to be Marik...but Rishid knew better. The platinum blond hair seemed to have stiffened, like spikes, although they weren't yet sticking upright. And the eyes...Marik's young, round eyes were cold and flat. The pupils were so tiny it was like they weren't even there.
Those eyes regarded Rishid with a cold curiosity. It sent a shudder down Rishid's spine – those were the eyes of a predator considering its prey, a snake fixing its gaze on a mouse. They did not belong on the face of a ten year old child.
"Who are you?" Rishid asked.
"How long have you known I was here?" the being asked again with Marik's mouth.
Rishid's hands clenched. The side of his face, where the scars of his own secret initiation were etched into the skin, was starting to burn.
"The second you appeared," Rishid said, barely forcing the words through a choked throat.
The not-Marik continued to stare at Rishid.
"Get out of him," Rishid said.
A manic, predatory smile crossed Marik's face. Rishid reached back behind him, towards the lunch tray he had been bringing in for Marik. He cautiously felt back, searching for the knife he knew was there.
"I couldn't leave him if I wanted to," he hissed. "Little Marik made me. I am him. Killing me is killing him."
Rishid's hand froze. He had found the hilt of the blade, but he knew the creature's words were true.
"Leave him alone," he said.
That evil smile only grew wider, the eyes widened so that Rishid could see the whites pooling around the violet irises, making Marik look completely mad.
"Make me," he said.
A sharp, ringing pain snapped across Rishid's face, and he cried out – it was like someone had just cut into his face with a hot knife. He stumbled to his knees, knocking over a chair and the lunch tray. The clatter, and the pain buzzing in his ears, almost blotted out the sudden, strangled cry of that other being – but not quite.
The pain faded as instantly as it had come. He shot to his feet.
Marik lay face down on the floor. Rishid jumped to his side, but the little boy was already stirring. Marik cried out, his bandaged back flinching as he tried to stand up.
"Carefully, carefully," Rishid said. "You're all right. It was just a bad dream."
Marik let Rishid help him up, whimpering slightly, still groggy. He believed Rishid – it had only be a dream.
But when Rishid glanced down at the slowly awakening form of Marik, he got the sense that the other one was still looking out. Considering Rishid.
Rishid touched the scars on his face.
"I will negate your existence," he murmured. "You will never have Marik."
A/N: Sooooo I have a confession to make. I was looking at the Yu-Gi-Oh WikiFic...and it seems that the list I'm using for official shippings is slightly off. -_-'''' So I've missed like seventeen shippings...Of course, it could be that people have just added them since I've started, but I have no way of knowing. Anyway, so I'm going to fill in the holes. My next post will be Tempestshipping (Yami Bakura x Yugi x Marik) but the next chronological chapter will be Necroshipping (Yami no Marik x Yami no Bakura x Ryo). So keep a look out for the out-of-order chapters that I will be posting, and moving back into their correct positions.
