Apocalypshipping (Ishizu Ishtar/Kaiba Seto/Yami no Marik)
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"Don't get any closer to me," her voice snapped through the door, causing Seto to pause, glancing at the closed door. These were heavy-duty doors, if he could hear that through it, she was talking very loudly—whose room was this? It sounded like…Ishizu.
Seto hesitated a moment longer, squinting at the door. He heard a faint rumbling voice inside, and another reply that might have been Ishizu. What was happening in there?
"I said stay away from me," Ishizu said again, even louder, and this time, Seto knew something was wrong.
He pushed forward and punched in the override code that would allow him in despite not having Ishizu's card key. The door slid open into a gaping darkness, only barely lit by the stars outside the round windows. The light from the hall flooded in, illuminating the edges of the two shadows inside. Both of them froze at the door opening, and Seto saw the glint of two pairs of eyes snapping to him. Lip curling at the darkness, he stepped in and fumbled for the light switch beside the door, throwing the room into a sterile light.
In front of him, Marik was holding Ishizu by the wrist in a very uncomfortable looking position, and Ishizu looked drawn, paused in the middle of tugging on her own arm. Whatever was happening in here, it looked pretty bad. Seto felt his stomach twisting in spite of himself.
"Whatever is happening in here," he said, "it shouldn't be."
Marik tilted his head towards Seto, a wide grin spreading over his face.
"Why, Kaiba," he said. "How nice of you to join us."
Ishizu managed to twist herself free from Marik's grip, taking a huge step back from him, closer to Seto. Seto moved forward a bit instinctively, too, wondering if Marik would make any sudden moves. Wasn't this her brother? Why was he doing this to her?
"This is a tournament," Seto said. "Save your madness for outside of my blimp."
Marik just laughed at him—his flat, pupil-less eyes were unnerving, and in spite of himself, Seto shivered.
"Ooh," he said. "Scary."
Then he laughed again, and swept past Seto, bumping shoulders slightly as he slipped out of the room.
For just a few moments, the remaining two stood very still. Then Ishizu slowly raised a hand to her chest, pressing her palm down over her heart. Seto glanced at her, but her head was down, hair slightly undone from its style so that it almost draped over her eyes. He looked away. He wasn't sure what, if anything, he could say.
"Thank you," she whispered, finally.
Seto pressed his lips together and looked at the floor.
"Be more careful," was all he found himself able to say. Then before he could say anything stupider, he scowled and turned on his heel back into the hallway.
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A/N: -unabashedly sneaks in the tiniest bit of trustshipping- Next is Antagoshipping (Seto x Yami Bakura).
