Jinxshipping (Dark Magician Girl/Yami no Bakura)

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"Well, if it isn't the pharaoh's bitch.Come to play a round or two with me, love?"

She hated him.

She hated the fact that he still existed. That she could do nothing to changehis existence.

He grinned at her from across the table, his elbows resting on its concrete surface and his chin resting on his hands. The cards were already laid out in front of him—his tarot cards, she knew, but she hadn't come to get her fortune told.

"This is your last warning," she said. She kept her eyes trained somewhere above his head, so that she wouldn't have to look right at the thing that she hated. "Test the boundaries of this prison again, and the gods will come."

"Ooooh, would they really?" he said with a laugh. He spread his fingers out across the table, sliding the cards back and forth. "Would they come all this way just to scold little old me?"

Her hands curled into fists at her sides. She hoped he couldn't see her hands shaking—she knew he could. It was in the way his eyebrow quirked upward and his lips twitched into a wider smile.

"Want your fortune told?" he said in that horrible drawl of his. "You came all this wayjust to see me, don't you want to get something out of it?"

"I have nothing more to say to you. This conversation is over, now that the warning is delivered."

She turned back towards the great door, raising her hand to the black stone intending to tap on it and ask to be admitted out again.

She heard the slither of his feet across the floor just a moment too late. He pressed against her back, his hands closed lightly around her neck, slid down to her shoulders. One hand slid back up to tilt her chin upwards. She did not move, did not flinch. It would only encourage him. He had no power here, no more than she did. He was as weak as the humans he hated—weaker.

"Release me," she said, her voice forced into a monotone. "You have nothing to gain."

"I could gain many thingsfrom you, love," he whispered into her ear. "Hate. Anger. A desire to destroy. They feed me, you know."

He laughed softly and the sound tickled her ears.

"I wonder why they always choose to send youto me. You can't keep your emotions in check for shit."

"Release me," she said again, louder.

"You might as well be one of mine," the god of destruction hissed in her ear. "You're too angry to be one of his. Too unwilling to forgive."

She snapped her shoulders upwards to shrug his grip off of her and stepped quickly forward, spinning around to face him, her back pressing against the door. She felt the stone warm for a beat, and knew that she would be ported out of his prison in a moment.

So she had no qualms about meeting his eyes with all of her hatred for one, brief second—staring into the pale violet eyes under bone-white bangs, a pale, all-too-human face that contained what remained of the god of destruction, his lazy smile that didn't betray a hint of the madness within, even a glimpse of his own hatred at being caged like this.

"You'll never leave this place," she said. "Never."

He laughed softly even as she felt herself fading out of the prison dimension, leaving him behind in his cold, dark room, to his useless cards that couldn't tell the future.

"Never say never," he said.

And then he was gone, and she was standing in the transfer station again.

Her hands rolled up into even tighter fists.

He always got the last word.

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A/N: DMG is just getting so pissed off in my fics lately XD Up next is Jiishipping (Sugoroku x Arthur).