Fetishipping (Marik Ishtar/Yami no Bakura/Yami no Marik)
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"You say that like it's supposed to bother me."
Marik was used to talking to ghosts. When he was a child, he had talked to the mummies in their catacombs, just so that he could hear his own voice. When he left the tunnels, he talked to the ghost of his father to keep it at bay, when he thought no one else was listening.
Now, he talked to the ghosts of his madness, and to be honest, they were both little fucks.
"You're shit, you know,"his darker self always whispered from mirrors. "You'll never be anything without me."
"Is that right?"
"Poor little Marik," Bakura would whisper in the cast of shadows left by houseplants. "Fell prey to his family's curse after all. Can you ever really escape it?"
"Probably not, but right now I'm just trying to eat my cereal."
Sometimes, he felt like he could see them, one or both, just hovering on the edge of his vision. Taunting him to turn around and look at them.
"You'll never be more than the pharaoh's pet."
"He's not even around anymore though."
"You can't grow past the scars on your back."
"Okay, but that's really not relevant to the fact that I'm playing Mass Effect right now."
They never stopped trying, at least. He had to give the hallucinations that much.
It was better to just keep living, though, in spite of them.
It was the only thing to do.
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A/N: lol I don't know, I think it was funny. Next is Feignshipping (Yami no Marik x Pegasus x Otogi).
