Defershipping (Marik Ishtar/Shadi)
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((contains some references to Dark Side of Dimensions))
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"Fuck off."
"Is that the way you speak to an ally?"
Marik threw his butter knife as hard as he could at the figure that had walked into his kitchen. It was a wasted effort, as he well knew, but it was satisfying at least to hear the knife sink several inches into the wall. Even if it had passed through the intended target's face as though he were made of air.
"I thought you'd want to know what was happening in your homeland," Shadi said.
"Does it look like I give a shit?"
Marik gestured at the half buttered toast he was in the middle of making, at his worn out pajama pants and tank top that showed absolutely nothing of the Tombkeeper legacy he had once born. He wasn't even wearing any of his jewelry, today. Maybe that was why he could see the cursed ghost in the first place. He should have left his amulets on to keep him out of his life. Even if the damn things did make his stomach turn when he remembered his former existence as a Tombkeeper.
Shadi just looked up briefly up and down with those flat orange eyes of his. Eerie things, his eyes were, Marik thought with a shiver. They were barely even human. Then again, it had been some years since he had been human. He was more like a demon, in Marik's opinion.
"When will you go to the fucking afterlife, and stop fucking around with my fucking life," Marik whispered.
Shadi simply blinked at him. The silence dragged on for a while—too long.
"If you are waiting for an apology," Shadi said finally. "You will find none from me."
Marik laughed hollowly, dropping back to lean his hip against the table.
"An apology? From you? I didn't think I'd ever get one. Even though you so kindlyallowed me to murder my own fucking father and then twist it so that I would devote ten years of my fucking life to a revenge I didn't need to take."
"It was a necessary step to bring the pharaoh into his own."
"Oh, fuck off," Marik hissed between his teeth. "Do you think for a second that Atem would have fucking wanted what you did? Do you think he would have sanctioned it?"
Shadi found Marik's eyes and held them—Marik felt sick, but he couldn't drop the gaze.
"Do you?" Shadi whispered.
The sick feeling grew worse, and Marik felt bile rising in his throat. He thought he might choke.
Shadi closed his eyes, and turned away.
"I only came to tell you that the pharaoh's tomb has been opened again," he said. "It seems Seto Kaiba is searching for things that should be long buried. I thought the head of the Tombkeepers would like to know what was happening in his domain."
"Fuck off," Marik whispered again. "Kaiba can raise the goddamn god of destruction if he wants to. I'm not going back—I'm not going back there."
Shadi only looked briefly down at the floor.
And then he was gone, as quickly as he had appeared.
Marik stood still for a long, long moment. Then he pressed his hand to his mouth, and his other to the counter, and he tried to force back the tears and bile that the cursed, goddamn ghost had brought back to him.
"I'm never going back," he said. "I'm never, ever setting foot on that sand again. You can't fucking make me."
He hoped, at least, he could stop crying before Ishizu got home.
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A/N: in case you all didn't remember, I'm not a Shadi fan lol. Next is Dedicationshipping (Rishid x Anzu).
