Madshipping (Mana x Yami no Marik)
. . .
He didn't like her. Which was an odd feeling for him. Not to say that he generally liked people, because he didn't, but he loved hating them—that was kind of what his existence was.
But her? She was just...annoying. There was nothing pleasurable about disliking her, either, because everyone else, he could take out that hate on them. With anyone else, he could watch the fear blossom in their eyes and their faces turn the color of bone at his smile, with anyone else, he could twirl a knife in front of their face and make them consider how easy it would be for him to draw the tip across their neck. Anyone else, he could kill if he got to hating them enough, and that was what made hating things fun.
But she was a ghost, and you can't kill those, as much as you might want to.
"You," she declared, for perhaps the fourth time that evening, "are a dick."
He glared at her from the corner of his eye, and then wondered why he even gave her the satisfaction of catching his attention.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed, kicking her feet back and forth, glowering at him from under thick brown bangs. Her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk, and he sorely wished she was the size and substantiality of a chipmunk so that he could grab her and wring her neck.
"Did you hear me? I said you're a dick."
"You've been pretty fucking clear about that," he said.
"Let your other mind out. I like him better. It's hard to talk to him when you have him in that mind cage."
"Fuck that."
"You know, if you really hate me so much, you should just stop wearing the Ring, and then you won't see me anymore."
He eyed her for a moment. She pursed her lips at him like a duck and crossed her eyes, then stuck her tongue out at him and made a rude gesture.
"You're from three thousand fucking years ago, how do you know what that means?" he said, flipping her off back.
"I've been watching," she said. She folded her arms with a snap and lifted her chin in a superior way, like she was some princess or something. "I can see from inside the Ring."
"Does fluffy know you're there?"
"Nope. I'm very good at hiding. Have been since I was little."
"Well start practicing your hiding more, bitch."
"Thatis a rude word!"
He flashed his best grin at her—and by that he meant his most terrifying grin.
"And what are you going to do about it, bitch?"
One of the Ring's spines stabbed him.
His eyes bulged. He grabbed the line of the necklace and yanked it away from his skin. It hadn't been bad, just a bit of a poke, really, but it had shocked him more than it should have.
"Dammit," the girl said, pouting. "That was supposed to hurt you more. I guess not enough of me is in the Ring to influence it."
"You little fuck," he swore at her.
She had the gall to smileat him.
"That what you get for being rude," she said. "And for being a dick to the pharaoh."
He yanked the necklace from his neck and she vanished. Well. She had been telling the truth, then.
He glared at the ill-gotten object—he had thought that it was going to be a nice trophy, something to pester the pharaoh further later on by showing off how his precious fluffy friend was gone.
But it was just an annoyance, in the end.
He growled as he flung the Ring onto the bed.
He'd find out how to kill ghosts eventually.
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A/N: lol I don't even know. Next is Lustshipping (Otogi x TKB).
