Executeshipping (Shadi/Yami no Marik)
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"You don't belong here."
Shadi was not easily surprised, but he was able to admit that the voice had surprised him. There shouldn't be any Tomb Keepers this far into the tombs...much less ones that could see him in an incorporeal state.
He turned slowly, wondering if he had been the one that the voice was speaking to at all.
Before him stood...a child?
He looked barely more than ten, twelve. Flat violet eyes, rumpled blond hair, he looked more like a street urchin from the Arab streets than a Tomb Keeper. And yes, the eyes were fixed right on him. The boy could see him.
"You don't either," Shadi said, tilting his head. "Are Tomb Keepers permitted to come this far?"
"I am," said the boy. "Because I've got the words on my back."
Shadi's lips parted. An heir? That might explain why he could see Shadi...but still, even though they would have permission to be down here, why would they? There was no reason to be this far in all alone at that age.
The boy simply blinked at him, blank and seemingly completely unperturbed by Shadi's height, by the fact that they were the only two for several miles under ground.
And then the boy's lips peeled apart into a wide, wide smile—too wide, as though his entire face was about to split in half. Shadi felt a chill run down his back. What...whowas he looking at?
Although he was certainly, positively the more powerful one in the room...he suddenly felt nervous. He decided not to overstay his welcome.
Quickly, he stepped backward, melting through the wall—even a boy who could see him as a ghost could not follow him. Had he a heart, he was sure it would be racing.
That boy...that heir...that was a dangerous one.
He would have to attend to that sooner rather than later.
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A/N: Next is Evilshipping (Yami no Bakura x Yami no Marik x Rebecca).
