Yeeeeaaah, I wanted to add onto this story. I have no idea why I just...did. Heh, Dartz and Mariku's relationship on Formspring/Twitter is so amusing, it has to be fanfictionized. So, I deem this to be a story of random one-shots that will not make sense to any of you, except for those who are actually on FS and Twitter. xD
Yu-Gi-Oh, Formspring and Twitter are not mine~
A figure with green hair entered the room silently, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Scanning the slightly dimmed area with his brilliant gold eyes, he focused on the two bodies that occupied that part of the hotel room. Taking a deep breath, he padded over to the table and quickly drew a chair away from it and placed it next to the tanned boy that was sitting next to the fold-out bed, eyes darting to an equally tan boy residing in said bed.
"How long have you been here?"
The tanned boy turned to look at the former king of Atlantis, almost startled. However, he shook himself out of it and turned back to his yami. "I…I honestly don't know…"
Dartz narrowed his eyes slightly. "I imagine. You should rest, young one. You'll pass out if you don't…"
The green-haired immortal couldn't be sure if the tanned hikari heard him or not, but, the young mortal did not move from his perch. His tired, lavender eyes were nearly straining as he focused solely on his yami.
"Young one, please rest."
Once again, no answer.
Dartz sighed as he realized that the hikari would not be leaving his yami's side anytime soon, whether he was dead-tired or not. He had to take another approach.
"You know, if you rest now, you'll be able to watch him later. That, and, you'll feel more rested so you could watch him longer." He said in a gentle tone, not wanting to upset the young boy with his suggestion.
To his relief, the hikari seemed to be considering his idea. After all, the poor thing had probably been sitting like that for at least twelve hours. It was no wonder his looked half-asleep. Finally, after a few moments, the young boy stood up and nodded down to the Atlantian. Dartz smiled a little, nodding back and taking the seat that hikari was previously sitting in. "I'll look after him." He said quietly.
The hikari turned back to the former king, his eyes straying to his yami before he spoke in a hushed voice. "Please do." With that being said, he practically dragged himself off to the back end of the room, to his bed, the green-haired immortal was sure. After staring at the hallway where the tanned boy had left, he turned back to the yami that was below him.
Dartz's eyebrows creased in a worried look as he watched the young yami toss and turn in the nearly coverless bed, the sheets gripped tightly in his balled fists. It was quite obvious that he was having a nightmare and the Atlantian didn't need to guess to know what it was about.
Reaching down, he grasped one of the youngest yami's wrists in a gentle grip, shaking him. "Marik, come on, wake up." He spoke in a quiet tone.
The tanned yami was probably too deep in the grasp of his nightmare because he didn't do anything more other than let out something that sounded like a very small whine. Dartz blinked a few times before he finally realized why.
The Seal of the Orichalcos that had been carved into Marik's wrist was pulsing under his fingers, the green carving slightly bloody and inflamed. Whether if it was from the yami's constant scratching or something else, the former king couldn't tell.
"Marik, wake up…" he whispered again, shaking the other a little harder. That seemed to work because a few heartbeats later, a pair of pupil-less lilac eyes opened slowly before focusing on Dartz. The Atlantian couldn't stop a small smile from spreading across his face.
"Hey. How are you feeling today?"
Marik blinked a few times before his hazy eyes once again turned to the golden-eyed immortal. "I…I had a dream that…it came back…" he said in an uncharacteristic soft tone. Dartz stiffened slightly as he realized his suspicions were correct; it could only mean the Orichalcos.
The Atlantian then sighed before taking the youngest yami's wrist and cradled in in a gentle grip, two of his fingers lightly gliding across the carved seal, the caressing only there to calm the distressed yami. It seemed to work for Marik's almost un-noticeable quivering ceased and his strained muscles instantly relaxed.
"It won't come back, Marik. I promise you." The former king said, not stopping his rubbing for a second. He knew it was important for the yami to remain calm and free of stress during this time. After all, the least he could do was look after Marik. Dartz was the one that brought the Orichalcos with him.
"Promise…?" the tall yami said, his voice once again soft.
"Yes. I promise you're safe from him, Marik." The Atlantian offered the other immortal a reassuring smile which, after a few moments, Marik managed to return.
"Alright, let's not think of that now. How are you feeling?" Dartz was quick to change the subject, not wanting the younger one to dwell so much on that…blasted entity.
Marik blinked once again before looking at the wrist the Atlantian was currently holding. "It…it's been burning really bad…"
Dartz stole a glance back down at the marred skin on the other's wrist before turning back. "I know it does. It will for a little while until it heals, Marik."
The tanned darkness swallowed. "I want it off, Dartzy…."
Dartz bit his lip and sighed. "I know, Marik, I know. But…"
"But you can't. I know." The tanned yami said almost bitterly, turning his head away to look down at the floor beside him.
The Atlantian didn't know what to say to comfort him. Looking down at his long sleeves, he slowly rolled up the one on his left hand to reveal his own carving of the seal, throbbing slightly just as Marik's had been. Closing his eyes for a moment, his mind started filling with the memory of the day the Orichalcos had marked him as a host, forever bond to the malevolent entity.
"Marik, look at me please." He commanded gently.
The tanned darkness's head swiveled slowly so that his slightly scared, lilac eyes bore deep into Dartz's soft, golden ones. "W-what?" the stutter in his voice on served to make Dartz feel even more guilty.
Taking a deep breath, the older immortal spoke. "We are connected, Marik. The Orichalcos cannot get you, as long as I am here. I'll protect you from him, alright?"
The youngest yami stared at Dartz for a bit, his eyes wide and slightly confused, as if he didn't know if he could trust what the Atlantian was telling him. Not that Dartz blamed him, of course. Marik's aura was just radiating with distrust and, dare he say, fear.
"I…"
"I know that this is different, Marik. But, I went through the same thing you are going through now. It may seem hard now, but things will go back to normal. It just takes some time to get used to." The Atlantian kept up his soft tone.
Marik once again swallowed and studied Dartz's eyes as if looking to see if he was lying or not. To the Atlantian's relief, after a few seconds, the tanned yami nodded. "Alright, I trust you." He said, his voice slightly raspy.
Dartz's smile grew slightly as a warm feeling suddenly engulfed him. Marik actually trusted him. He trusted him. Even after everything that had happened to him because of Dartz, he trusted him.
"Thank you, Marik." He said, reaching forward and pushing a blonde bang behind the yami's ear. To his surprise, Marik didn't flinch away from him like he did everyone else. He merely laid there, a very small smile on his lips.
He seemed to sense Dartz's confusion though. "I'm not afraid of your touch." He said simply. It took the Atlantian a few seconds, but then he realized what the young yami meant and smiled, once again caressing the carving in slow strokes.
Marik's whole body once again relaxed and he let out a small sigh of contentment before once again closing his eyes. "Thank you, Dartzy…"
Golden eyes widened slightly before Dartz nodded a little. "Of course, Marik." He said quietly, his eyes softening slightly as he watched the younger immortal start to drift back off to sleep, his breathing growing deeper and deeper. The former Atlantian king shifted more comfortably in his seat before he continued his rubbing, his softened eyes only watching Marik's face, watching to make sure it stayed peaceful and free of nightmares.
"I'll watch over you." He said softly, knowing that Marik couldn't hear him but not caring. It was true and that was all that mattered.
This is not slash. Just thought I would remind you all~ 3