Clashshipping (Yami Yugi/Yami Marik)
. . .
"I can't wait to kill you."
The tension is a tangible thing, like shadows turning to smoke around their heels, and Yami no Yugi does not look back at the one who spoke. He does stop, though, in spite of himself. In spite of his determination not to be goaded. His fists are trembling at his sides and it takes everything he has not to let loose the lump of rage and hatred in his throat.
He hears the other's feet squeak across the floor as he steps forward, towards Yami no Yugi's back.
"Can you imagine it? What it will feel like when you die? Again? Or do you even remember the first time?"
He laughs, and it's a cruel, scratchy thing that makes Yami no Yugi's blood boil.
He wants to say hell with it. He wants to drop the duel disk from his arm, drop the cards he's put his faith into, and turn on the leering smile that he knows is right behind him, latch his fingers around his throat until the golden choker dents into his skin and the life drains out of his eyes. His blood burns with how much he wants it, how much he wants to physically choke the life out of the menace with his own hands.
But he doesn't. He doesn't turn around, and he doesn't release his Duel Disk. Only the thoughts of Yugi and Jonouchi stop him.
"I can't wait until you die," Yami Marik hisses again behind him.
Yami no Yugi doesn't turn around.
"The feeling is mutual," he breathes.
. . .
A/N: Next is Citronshipping (Thief King Bakura x Marik).
