Mythshipping (Marik x Ishizu)


"Ishizu," the little boy whispered.

The girl did not stir, her raven hair falling over her closed eyes.

"Ishizu!"

"Mmghmmmm...hm?" the girl said, eyes fluttering slightly. She squeezed them shut, stretched, and then opened them again. "Marik? What are you doing up so late?"

Marik clasped his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"I...I can't sleep," he lied.

Ishizu sat up onto her forearms. She smiled slightly.

"You had another nightmare, didn't you?"

Marik blushed and ducked his head.

"I can't sleep," he said stubbornly. "Will you tell me a story?"

Ishizu laughed softly. She pushed herself up to a sitting position and held out her arms.

"Haha...okay. Come here, you."

Brightening, Marik scrambled up onto the bed. Ishizu 'oofed' a couple of times as the little boy settled himself into her lap, and she laced her arms around him, resettling the blankets on top of both of them.

"Now, let's see...once upon a time, there was a wise king called Osiris..."

Marik stood on the prow of the boat, staring at Domino City floating away in the sunset. He could still see Yugi, who was still waving his arms back and forth like an excited child – definitely Yugi. Not the pharaoh. He couldn't help but smile, and he gave one last big wave back.

He heard a soft footstep behind him. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder.

"Ishizu," he said softly.

He could almost feel her smiling.

"Are you sure you didn't want to stay for a little while?" she asked.

Marik shook his head.

"I don't belong here," he said.

Ishizu's hand didn't move from his shoulder.

"Did you miss it?" she asked. "Egypt."

"Every day."

But that's not exactly what I meant... he thought to himself.

He turned around now, away from the fading Domino Harbor, to look up into his sister's face. It was the first time in a long time that he had seen her, so close to him, close enough to touch. His eyes were clear now, not shadowed with thoughts of revenge and hatred. He could really, truly see her now: his big sister. Had...had he always been almost as tall as her? He could look right into her eyes without trouble. Hadn't she towered over him when they were children?

"What's wrong?" Ishizu asked.

Marik bit his lip. He shook his head.

"N-nothing," he said.

But there were tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. All he could remember, all he could think about, was glaring across at her as she stood in front of the vault that held the God Card. Motioning for his men to point guns at her. At his own sister. The look of shock on her face when the building exploded, how she had dropped to the ground, covering her head from the shrapnel. How she had run to the hole to watch him drive away, barely concealed hurt shining her eyes, a stray tear running down her face as she had mouthed his name –

"Marik? Are you...crying?"

Marik blinked. There were tears running down his face now. He rubbed at them furiously.

"I – I'm fine..."

But he wasn't. He wasn't fine.

"Gods, Ishizu, how can you ever forgive anything I've done –"

She didn't miss a beat. The young woman wrapped her brother in her arms and pulled him into her embrace, his head on her shoulder.

"Oh, Marik," she whispered.

He could feel her own tears dripping onto his shoulder, wet, staccato droplets.

"How could I not forgive you?" she said. "You're my brother...and I have missed you so, so much."

Marik slowly, slowly raised his own arms, awkwardly at first, and then tightly, squeezing his arms around his sister's back, burying his face into her shoulder as he had when he was a child, and started to cry. Ishizu's shoulders shook as well, but neither of them stepped away from each other. They stood on the deck of the boat, crying into each other, two silhouettes alone against the sunset.

Marik felt like he was nine years old again, crawling into his sister's bed at night after a bad dream, begging for a story to help him fall asleep.

"Ishizu..." he whispered, without lifting his head from Ishizu's shoulder. "Will you...tell me a story?"

Ishizu hiccuped softly, and squeezed her brother a little tighter.

"Of course," she whispered back. "Once upon a time...there was a little boy called Marik...and his sister who loved him very, very much..."


A/N: The feeeeeels! D: I don't like incest, but I do love family stories, so I made it work. If you wanna see romance for some reason, be my guest, cause I'm sure you can interpret it that way if you truly want to. Next is Mystshipping (Ishizu x Anzu).