Title: Make A List
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Yami no Malik, Ryou Bakura, Yami no Bakura, Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #64 Fall
Word Count: 717
Chapter: 8/100
Rating: I'd say R for the implied violence. It's Mariku, what can you do?
Summary: Mariku tries to concentrate, but certain hate-filled thoughts keep getting in the way...
Author's Notes: Warnings: Shonen-Ai, language, angst/fluff stuff, some imagined gore, Yami no Malik will be referred to as "Mariku" here.
I liked the idea of how Mariku would probably react to falling in love. And I wanted a piece that's a bit more focussed on the violent nature of Deathshipping, so...
Mariku glared darkly out of the window at the setting sun. It reminded him of someone he'd rather forget. Someone with a smile as radiant as the sun's light, friendly eyes gleaming with amusement. Mariku hated to be laughed at. The further down the sun set, the redder the sky got. The sun bathing in a crimson sky, like that person will bath in their own blood soon enough, he thought viciously. And it would be by his hand, he would wipe that smile of his face and kill the gleam of those eyes!
Eyes as beautiful as emeralds, if not more so. A reflection of nature's perfection, full with the gentle nature of the meadows and as deep as the forests. How he hated them! He would carve them out and use them as the jewels they were meant to be. Hm, emeralds would pale in comparison to those eyes. Maybe he should buy some and secretly gift them to the other. Earrings, perhaps. Or a necklace. Would they reflect the light as beautifully as those green eyes?
Mariku shook his head to loose those thoughts. He needed to concentrate on his world domination plans, and no mere mortal could keep him from his birthright! That little shit should know better, anyway, than to accept gifts from strangers. Even if they weren't really strangers. But he wouldn't know that! And especially if he knew they were from him of all people, he wouldn't accept them! No one in their right mind would!
Damn it! He needed to concentrate, not let his thoughts wander! Especially not around such insignificant subjects. Mariku stared down at the list he was making. Bold and underlined stood the title at top, World Domination: To-Do-List. He quickly read over what he had gathered so far. The first point was simple, Get rid of the blasted Pharaoh. It was followed by several similar points
* Kill the Pharaoh's side-kicks.
* Devise a diversion for Rishid, Isis and Malik.
* Steal Millennium Items.
* Bake cake.
* Capture and threaten the Pharaoh's former host.
* Use him as bait.
* Buy necklace/earrings with emeralds-
Mariku gaped down at the last point of the list, before furiously scratching it out, until it was illegible. How could he let his mind drift so far as to add that to his list! Oh, he would make him pay, for distracting him so. It was all his fault anyway. Maybe he should start by getting rid of him! No, that would keep him busy, thus stopping him from working towards his goal. He bet that was the mortal's intention, too! Ohhh, once he got his hands on him once more...
His rising rage was turned into a physical sweep of his arm, causing the papers to fly in a clutter and other utensils to fall of the desk with a clattering noise. He was breathing hard, his shoulders heaving with every intake of air. He stood there for a while, bent over his desk whilst regaining his breath, staring blandly at the desktop. Why couldn't he put the vermin out of his mind? He was a nothing, unimportant in the grand scheme of things, a nuisance only for his plans in that he kept distracting him. Without even being physically present to top it off!
Mariku took a deep breath, then released it slowly. He had to calm down to think clearly. So the mortal tried to hinder him on his path to world domination? Maybe it had been a mistake to leave him alive when he left Japan. A mistake he could easily correct. A smirk crept over his lips, the ends twisting upwards to form an evil grin. Nothing would permanently block his path to his birthright!
It was just a matter to think through. Find the enemy's weakness and exploit it. He had done it to others before and he would do it again. Never mind to whom. That wasn't the important part, as long as the blood flew en masse. He was an artist, like a painter taking the red to the pale canvas, dying it crimson. And what a perfect canvas his enemy would make with his pale complexion! Soft, white curls turned pinkish, alabaster skin stained with crimson...
R&R!