Dustshipping (Catherine/Yami no Marik)

. . .

How fascinating, he found himself thinking through his other self's eyes. It's so pathetic.

The darkness of Marik's soul watched as Marik huffed softly, examining the fake manikin of the woman that the puppet, the one called Pandora, loved. It was a pathetic doll, a pathetic copy. But it would do well enough. Hide it behind a curtain and call it Catherine and the one called Pandora would eat up the lie. The darkness wanted to laugh, and the emotion caused Marik to smile without realizing it on the outside face. It was hilarious—truly cruel. The darkness had to be impressed with itself, with its other self.

She must have been pretty, he thought, looking over the blond wig and dull painted eyes. She must have been fascinating for Pandora to be so obsessed with her.

He wanted to find her. The real her. What kind of woman made a man go mad like that? The darkness wanted to know. Marik hesitated on the outside for a moment as the darkness made his thoughts turn.

I think I'll find the real one, Marik thought, uncertain where the feeling had come from. Later. When I'm less busy.

The suggestion was enough. The darkness was content to wait.

But he'd find her...he'd find the pretty blond girl with the blue eyes and he'd see what exactly about her was so fascinating...

And if she wasn't fascinating at all...?

Well. He'd decide what to do with her then.

. . .

A/N: I'm dying, squirtle. Next is Dungeonshipping (Pegasus x Otogi).