Necroshipping (Yami no Bakura x Yami no Marik x Ryo)


There were a few things that Yami no Bakura was completely certain of. One was that he was going to defeat the pharaoh and he was going to stand over him laughing as he bled to his death on the ground. One was that he was going to swallow up the world in darkness and laugh while the pitiful mortals screamed below.

And one was that Ryo Bakura was his.

The poor, innocent little Ryo Bakura, who had put on the Ring and let himself be possessed, who fought so endearingly every time Yami no Bakura took control, who shouted that there was no way that he would get away with this and that Ryo's friends would surely defeat Yami no Bakura – that tiny, weak little spirit clinging to hope so pathetically was his puppet, his toy, his prize that he had rightfully won by conquering Ryo's consciousness.

So he wasn't particularly pleased when, after having sent Yami no Bakura to the Shadow Realm, Yami no Marik thought that he could do with Ryo as he liked.

He glared out from the shadows of his penalty game, steaming underneath his calm exterior. Despite the shadows being his home, the place that he belonged, he was still bound to the rules of the Shadow Game, and could do nothing but sit still among the darkness as it tried to torment him. He could only watch his little host wandering the shadows, lost because, although Yami no Bakura had lost the Shadow Game, Ryo was still a victim of the crossfire. Normally, Yami no Bakura might enjoy the terrified look on his host's face as he stumbled through the darkness, his hands out in front of him, trying to find something, anything solid that could tell him where he was. Normally, he would have laughed as Ryo desperately tried to find his way out. But under normal conditions, he was the one tormenting his host.

He didn't like it so much when Yami no Marik was doing the same.

Yami no Bakura watched from the shadows as Yami no Marik laughed, out of sight of the running Ryo. Every now and then, Yami no Marik would stir up a new shadow to loom over Ryo, making the boy choke out a half-scream and stumble backwards, starting to run in a new direction. Yami no Bakura bristled, sending daggers at Yami no Marik from where he was trapped in his Penalty Game. Yami no Marik could see him, and only grinned, stirring the shadows again to make Ryo think he saw his friends laying bleeding on the ground. A growl escaped from Yami no Bakura's throat.

"What's the matter, Bakura?" Marik hissed, looking at him through half-closed eyes. "You don't actually care about him, do you?"

Yami no Bakura glared back.

"That boy is mine," he hissed back. "And you know it."

Yami no Marik threw back his head and laughed.

"You lost," he said. "So he's mine, now."

Yami no Bakura's hands clenched into fists.

"When I escape this Penalty Game," he said quietly. "You are going to wish you never existed."

Of course, Yami no Marik only laughed.

But Yami no Bakura knew who would be laughing in the end.


A/N: weeeell, that was interesting. Don't know what else to say about this. Next is Nakamashipping (Anzu x Yugi x Jonouchi x Honda).