Fearshipping (Ishizu Ishtar/Yami no Marik)
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"Aw...why so cold, sister?"
She sucked in a cold, icy breath, the air freezing against her throat. If she opened her eyes, she was positive she would see that she was inside a tomb, probably locked in a coffin...like every other nightmare she ever had. So she refused to give him the satisfaction of opening her eyes.
She felt his icy fingers trail across her cheek—but she knew, even if she opened her eyes, she would not see him. She could only feel him, as always, as though he were the darkness itself, playing with her hair with an icy breeze and chilling laugh that brushed the back of her neck and made every hair stand on edge.
"Leave," she whispered, feeling her breath condense in the air in front of her.
He only chuckled, his hands moving to her shoulders, tracing ice across her skin.
"And leave you all alone in the dark? That would make me a cruel brother, wouldn't it?"
She didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to admit that it was the fear that left her so cold, so freezing. She could not move, she could not breathe, and she did not want to open her eyes and see him looming over her, flat eyes boring into hers and wild, mad smile ripping his face open like a clown.
She only curled her hands into fists and pretended it was his throat.
"I hate you."
"So cruel, such a cruel big sister you are. Aren't you supposed to be taking care of me?"
"You're no brother of mine...leave me."
But he, as always, only laughed. She had no power over him—he had no power over her, either, but for the fear that he brought with him...a fear she could not yet fight.
"Deny it for as long as you'd like, dear sister...but I'll always be here...always..."
His cold finger poked her right over her heart, and she swiped at him then, her eyes flying open as she tried to scream and claw for his face—
She only woke tangled in her own bedsheets, eyes peering wildly through the darkness of her own bedroom. She wondered if she had screamed in real life—probably not, as it sounded like Rishid and Marik were still asleep.
She looked down at her own hands, dark and shadowy in the dim room.
Then she pressed her face against them, just to feel the heat of her own hands...to try and scare away the cold of her nightmares...
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A/N: I fucking hate this ship so fucking much. Next is Fawnshipping (Pegasus x Haga).
