Furyshipping (Yami no Marik x Jonouchi x Seto x Yami no Yugi)

. . .

"You don't belong here."

He is tall, cold—his fury is like ice, honed and frozen into spikes outwards from his soul. Platinum and metallic, leaving a tang of copper at the base of the throat. His eyes flash with blue lightning, his soul crackles with an icy blue rage pointed directly at his opponents, curled up in a god's fists ready to strike the ground and leave the impact of his victory in the stream of centuries.

"You can't understand what you're getting yourself into."

He is not tall, but he will make you believe that he is with his shoulders thrown back and his head held high—his fury is fire, a storm that swirls and pulses in his soul with a desire to burn. His eyes glow with the flames within, his heart pulses with the streams of fire, coiled up in a god's throat and ready to release in wildfire that will burn his obstacles to cinders.

"You don't have the power to be here."

He is twisted, warped with a grin that does not fit on his face—his fury is lightning, a chaotic storm of electricity that strikes at anything and everything that might find its way into its path. His eyes are flat with the hidden clouds of the madness within, ready to release the wild storm hidden in the nimbus, his smile hides the lightning, concealed within the god's sphere just waiting to unfurl its destructive wings.

"You're the only one without a god."

In the shadow of the others, he is barely visible. He is the one that does not belong, the one who doesn't understand what he's getting into, the one who doesn't have the power. He is the one that doesn't have a god to concentrate his fury.

But his fury is not invisible—his fury is the earth, stable and firm, quiet, unassuming. Waiting, patient—waiting to shatter, and let the lava bubble up through the cracks, to grab and consume, and harden in a shield around what he holds dear. His soul is the toughness of metal and stone, a mountain ready to burst when pushed to the breaking point.

"You don't belong here with the rest of us."

His fury can match the gods.

He belongs as much as any of them.

. . .

A/N: I literally don't fucking know, I always default to abstract when I don't actually want to write something ;w; Next is Frightshipping (Yami no Bakura x Jonouchi), which is one that I wrote already but I'm moving up due to it having been renamed; it was originally called Spazzshipping.