Floatshipping (Priestess Isis/Thief King Bakura)
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"Now, what could the little cat be doing out here all alone...?"
Isis did not flinch, nor even turn around. She could feel him in the dark, as though he were the shadows themselves, writhing, twisting, like a snake in the shadows. She could sense him smiling. Sense him staring at her, devouring her with his eyes, deeming her defenseless, a target. A cobra poised to strike.
She tried not to smile. He would find that there was a cobra waiting for him in return.
She turned as she felt his fingers ghost over her shoulders, and when she did, his fingers gripped around her chin, making her look at him. He was shorter than her, she thought with a little bit of smugness. She could tell he had noticed it too, as a brief flicker came over his face, something like irritation.
"What brings the pharaoh's cat this far out into the night?" he said, clearly smoothing away his own irritation at his height.
"I thought you might appear if I gave you something to hunt," she said.
"Oh? And are you the bait...?"
Isis let him drag his fingers down her cheek, trying not to laugh at his attempts to intimidate her.
"It depends," she whispered. "Are you willing to bite?"
Bakura chuckled.
"You're confident," he hissed. "You think I don't have any power over you. Don't you know what happens to innocent little cats in dark, lonely places like this?"
He moved a little faster than she expected, and she found herself suddenly pressed against the wall of the alley, his hands rough on her shoulders as he shoved her down low enough to claim her lips in an aggressive kiss. There was nothing loving, or even lustful about it—he was simply trying to prove a point.
He's a terrible kisser, she found herself thinking. And then, he should have pinned my wrists instead of my shoulders.
Her knife found his stomach easily, but he reacted, once again, quicker than she thought. He leapt back before she could push the knife all the way in, a momentary shock passing over his eyes. She remained against the wall, using it for support as she shifted her knife to both hands. She didn't want to give him time to recover so she shot forward, using the wall for leverage, her knife angled right for him. He dodged and stumbled back, one hand clutching at where she had cut him, the blood between his fingers looking black in the night.
"You made a mistake," she said. "Of seeing a cat where there was a cobra."
She made another swipe for him, taking some satisfaction in the panicked widening of his eyes—but then he was gone, vanishing into the shadows, and she knew she had lost him.
Her knife was still tight in her hand. She had failed. She wouldn't have another chance like that.
Still...
She couldn't help but take some perverse pleasure in the sight of his blood on her knife.
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A/N: Idk, honestly. Next is Flippantshipping (Otogi x Mai).
