[fic] A Dead Dedication - Lost
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - March 3, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #2 ※
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Laughter echoed from the table as the same group gathered around for lunch. It was the same thing every day; it had been for a little while.
It had taken him a little while to get over the fact that he’d lost his place.
Months ago.
He’d tried to deny it for a long time, the fact that they had pushed away from him. He hadn’t wanted to think that they’d do that - he had believed that they had been closer.
Apparently he’d been wrong.
The problem had been that he hadn’t noticed until it all blew up in his face. They told him exactly what they thought. He was stupid, useless, and unwelcome.
They’d shouted at him in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, not only abandoning him, but also humiliating him at the same time. It had felt as though his world had crumbled and lay in ruins around him.
Luckily, he hadn’t been alone for long.
“Would you perverts stop it!” Marik Ishtar growled at his other half and the white haired yami. “I don’t need to see Malik’s sex life in living colour! It’s bad enough we share a bond.” He pouted to himself as he sat back in his chair.
The Egyptian and ancient Egyptian detached themselves.
“Jealous Marik?” The tomb robber smirked evilly, amused at how the other spirit reacted to public displays of affection. Marik was very protective of Malik, especially when it came to Bakura.
The tanned spirit snorted, “Hardly. How could I be jealous since I got the better half?” A thin eyebrow rose in question as Marik sent Ryou a wink and a grin.
Ryou giggled to himself as Bakura growled and jumped up from his chair, “Why you-”
He watched the two of them fight with amusement. Nothing was ever serious as the two spirits were practically best friends.
“You okay?” A voice caused Ryou to look to his side. Malik was watching him intently; worry easily shown in his lavender eyes.
Ryou smiled, nodding. “I’m fine…just thinking about some things.”
The Egyptian blinked, then glared across the room to a certain table. “Them again?” He asked softly.
Ryou shrugged, “Yeah.”
“Pfft.” The blonde rolled his eyes, “We’re better for you anyway! They’re boring, we at least keep you on your toes.”
“Or on your back.”
“Bakura!” Marik shrieked as he attacked the thief again.
Ryou laughed, glad that he’d been found.
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※ Written - March 3, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #2 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
Laughter echoed from the table as the same group gathered around for lunch. It was the same thing every day; it had been for a little while.
It had taken him a little while to get over the fact that he’d lost his place.
Months ago.
He’d tried to deny it for a long time, the fact that they had pushed away from him. He hadn’t wanted to think that they’d do that - he had believed that they had been closer.
Apparently he’d been wrong.
The problem had been that he hadn’t noticed until it all blew up in his face. They told him exactly what they thought. He was stupid, useless, and unwelcome.
They’d shouted at him in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, not only abandoning him, but also humiliating him at the same time. It had felt as though his world had crumbled and lay in ruins around him.
Luckily, he hadn’t been alone for long.
“Would you perverts stop it!” Marik Ishtar growled at his other half and the white haired yami. “I don’t need to see Malik’s sex life in living colour! It’s bad enough we share a bond.” He pouted to himself as he sat back in his chair.
The Egyptian and ancient Egyptian detached themselves.
“Jealous Marik?” The tomb robber smirked evilly, amused at how the other spirit reacted to public displays of affection. Marik was very protective of Malik, especially when it came to Bakura.
The tanned spirit snorted, “Hardly. How could I be jealous since I got the better half?” A thin eyebrow rose in question as Marik sent Ryou a wink and a grin.
Ryou giggled to himself as Bakura growled and jumped up from his chair, “Why you-”
He watched the two of them fight with amusement. Nothing was ever serious as the two spirits were practically best friends.
“You okay?” A voice caused Ryou to look to his side. Malik was watching him intently; worry easily shown in his lavender eyes.
Ryou smiled, nodding. “I’m fine…just thinking about some things.”
The Egyptian blinked, then glared across the room to a certain table. “Them again?” He asked softly.
Ryou shrugged, “Yeah.”
“Pfft.” The blonde rolled his eyes, “We’re better for you anyway! They’re boring, we at least keep you on your toes.”
“Or on your back.”
“Bakura!” Marik shrieked as he attacked the thief again.
Ryou laughed, glad that he’d been found.
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