Dollshipping (Dark Necrofear/Yami Bakura)

. . .

Only two things in this world mattered.

One: the child.

Two: him.

The child was a quiet thing. It never, ever cried. She sometimes wondered why that was. Children were supposed to cry. But hers never did. Hers never grew any bigger, either, never blinked, or pulled at her ears, the way that children were supposed to. The child just lay there in her arms, feeling hollow and plastic, with the same chipped head and dangling arm that she couldn't get to lay nicely in her arms. It was a strange child, but it was hers. It had always been hers. Others had tried to tell her it wasn't real. Tried to tell her it was only a doll, only a copy she was using to replace the child she had actually lost. She heard them whispering sometimes, the other shadow spirits of the spirit world, whispering about how she had lost her mind with her child. The blonde magician girl had tried to be gentle about it, once, tried to point out the chip in the child's head and how it was only a doll, it wasn't real, and wasn't it healthier to let go?

Necrofear tried to kill her for that. No one spoke about her child in that way. Her child was strange, but no stranger than the other creatures that roamed their world.

The magician girl had never come back.

The other thing that mattered was him.

He had never tried to tell her that her child was fake.

He had found her, once, kneeling in the shadows with her child in her arms, trying to encourage it to drink from its bottle. He had smiled at her—she wasn't used to seeing humans in the world of shadows she called home.

"What a beautiful baby,"he had said, and he had stroked her child's head. "It takes after you."

He was important. He cared about her child as much as she did. He might as well be the father, since she did not recall the real one. He was important, him with his long white hair that was out of place in the darkness, and his easy smile and sparkling violet eyes, and the quiet laugh as he replaced her child's arm into her grip. He was the only one who had never tried to pry the baby from her arms, or tell her that she was wrong, or crazy, or needing to 'let go.' What was there to let go? Her child was here, as it always had been.

He understood. No one else did.

So when he called on her to do battle...she would come. She and her child would come to his aid.

Because, she did, and always would, consider him the father of her dear, strange child...

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A/N: That was weird and I'm sorry ^^;; Next is Disturbshipping (Shizuka x Yami Marik) which was originally called Spaceshipping.