Bloodshipping (Kaiba Gozaburo/Yami no Marik)

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Gozaburo's data was currently supposed to be in sleep mode, but Noa's program moving in previously uncommon ways did stir him from dormancy a bit. At least, enough to start collecting information from the various security measures put in place around the main computer to make sure that nothing needed immediate security attention.

He woke up entirely when his entire system of security bots went down almost at once.

His data flew down the network, checking security cameras, video feeds, parsing through alert codes and error messages from the various destroyed security bots. They weren't malfunctioning, they were just shredded. Ripped to literal pieces. What on earth had happened?

Most of the security cameras down a particular hallway were taken out, too—was this an attack? Had one of his competitors found out what he had done and sent in someone to take him out? He would need to move his plans into motion immediately if that was the case, and get his mind uploaded to the internet before his main computer was lost.

Finally, he found a camera that hadn't gone down, bolted to the corner of the hallway that overlooked the door to the main control room.

There was only one person standing there—only one? One person had reduced his entire fleet of security bots to a pile of scrap metal? He looked like a teenager, of all things. Just some riled up, stupid kid, probably from Seto's stupid card game tournament, with his platinum blonde hair all spiked up, dressed like he was in some kind of cult with a long purple cape over his black tank top.

But how had he destroyed all those robots and cameras? Gozaburo didn't see any weapons…all the boy carried was some odd looking golden rod with an eye carved at the top.

All at once, the boy's head rolled backwards, his eyes flickering up towards the camera. In spite of himself and his digitized form, Gozaburo thought, for a moment, that he could feel a chill pass through him at that flat, demonic gaze.

A twisted grin spread over the boy's face, and then he raised his rod up like a spear and heaved it straight at the camera. The feed ended as the rod pierced the lens and shattered the camera.

Gozaburo hesitated for just a handful of seconds—which was a long time for a program.

Then he set to work increasing security around the main control room. Whatever that thing was, he didn't need it interfering with any of his plans today…

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A/N: This fuckign shipping list I stg who ships this. Next is Blondeshipping (Marik x Dark Magician Girl)