Crossshipping (Mutou Yugi/Yami no Marik)
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"How is the pharaoh doing after watching his best friend die?"
"Go to hell."
Oh, now that was a surprise—he expected venom from the pharaoh, but not from the vessel. Had he mistaken who was in control at the moment?
No, no, those burning eyes were violet, not crimson, and the characteristic golden spikes lay flat in his bangs instead of against his mass of spiked hair. The boy's fists trembled at his sides, his entire body shaking every so slightly—the rage that poured out of those eyes was one of the most beautiful things that Yami Marik had seen in ages. Oh, but it was amazing—and if the little brat was the face right now, it meant the pharaoh was so broken after watching Jonouchi die on the battlefield that he couldn't even face his best friend's murdered just yet.
"Can he hear me?" Marik said, advancing a little closer on Yugi. "Can he hear when I say it's all right to cry, because he'll be meeting Jonouchi-kun in hell soon?"
"Don't say his name," Yugi snarled—oh, but this was amazing, Yami Marik felt himself feedingon the anger, the rage—he couldn't wait to make the two of them angrier, more helpless, more furiously captive. If the little brat could be this angry, Yami Marik couldn't wait to see what the pharaoh could unleash. Anger, hate—that was what he was born from, and what he savored.
"Save your anger for the duel," Yami Marik laughed. "I'll meet you on the battlefield."
"One of us won't be leaving it," Yugi said, bumping past Marik before he could start walking, moving to the elevator himself. "And it won't be me."
Yami Marik only chuckled at the disappearing back of the pharaoh's vessel.
"Big words for a tiny vessel," he grinned.
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A/N: Y. Marik is a pain in the ass to write tbh. Next is Creamshipping (Thief King Bakura x Ryo x Yami Bakura x Jonouchi).
