[fic] A Dead Dedication - Worth
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - May 11th 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #16 ※
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Ryou had no self-esteem. All his friends knew and tried to build him up but he always brushed off their words. He knew there was nothing special about himself, he couldn’t do anything right. And he’d compared himself to all his friends once and that just proved further that he was nothing special.
Yugi could win any game he decided to play. He didn’t even have to know how to play something and he’d still win.
Yami was a freaking pharaoh; Ryou really couldn’t compare himself to royalty.
Tea could dance, she was mesmerizing and breathtaking. Ryou knew, he’d seen her dance.
Tristan and Joey had both nabbed a millionaire…not that Ryou thought money was important, but they’d both impressed Duke and Seto, that alone spoke volumes of their value.
Malik not only had beauty, but he was smart too, though this had not surprised Ryou. Malik had almost defeated the pharaoh multiple times, but his heart had finally chosen the right path when he’d surrendered the final duel.
Bakura, his own other half, seemed so suited for the modern world it was hard to remember that he’d been born into a world without their technology. Though the pharaoh would never let anyone forget that Bakura had once been the King of Thieves.
And then there was Marik. He was the element of pure darkness…and yet, he’d rebuilt his personality on his own. He could smile now, laugh without sounding evil…he wasn’t evil anymore and everyone liked him.
Ryou on the other hand…
“What are you doing?” A voice startled Ryou out of his thoughts and he looked away from the sheets of paper he’d been writing on. A body flopped down on the bed beside his and one of the papers was picked up. “Yugi…King of Games…friendly…Yami, pharaoh, son of Ra…Malik, beauty and brains…Bakura - what is all this?” Lavender wondered curiously as a tanned hand reached for the other paper that Ryou’s pen still hovered over. “Marik…changed, laughs now, smiles, worked hard, not evil. Ryou…why isn’t there anything by your name?” Marik asked, looking at the other boy.
Ryou sighed as he pulled a pillow into his arms and rested his chin on it. “Because I’m worthless. I can’t think of anything for myself.”
Marik blinked, “Are you serious? You can’t think of anything about yourself that gives you meaning?”
“Nope. Not a one.” Ryou closed his eyes.
Marik understood depression. He’d suffered through it already and sometimes it still got to him. Smiling to himself he sat up, “Can I borrow your pen?” He asked and Ryou handed it over silently.
Using Ryou’s back as a table, Marik began to write. Then, after a few quiet moments, he handed the paper back to Ryou.
Ryou slowly took it, wondering what Marik had been up to. By his name there was an entire paragraph in Marik’s neat script. Ryou blinked as he began to read it out loud. “Ryou: always cheers for Yugi when he’s playing his games and gives useful hints when he sees them, even when he’s the one Yugi’s playing against.
“He respects Yami and constantly tries to get him and Bakura to stop their fighting.
“When everyone else was too busy or too embarrassed, became Tea’s practice partner (even though he doesn’t know how to dance very well.)
“Without his help, Tristan and Joey would not have nabbed Duke or Kaiba…little meddler.
“Willingly gave Malik his friendship, even knowing what Malik had done. By doing so, he helped Malik gain the confidence to become who he is now.
“He constantly supports Bakura (even when he shouldn’t) and helped the thief learn the ways of the modern world. He’s never cared that Bakura had been a thief, and has never rubbed the spirit’s past crimes in his face…Bakura hasn’t said anything, but is grateful because of that.
“And then there’s Marik. Ryou accepted him for who he was - an element of pure darkness. Even though he was evil, Ryou helped him rebuild his personality into something more accepting for society. Ryou is the one that makes Marik smile and laugh. He taught Marik what it felt like to have a heart.”
There was silence, then, “You really feel that way?”
“From the bottom of the heart you found.”
Ryou giggled, “Marik, since when did you become sappy?”
The Egyptian spirit shrugged, “Around the same time I learned how to care. You’re worth more to me than anything in the world.”
And Ryou felt priceless.
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※ Written - May 11th 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #16 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
Ryou had no self-esteem. All his friends knew and tried to build him up but he always brushed off their words. He knew there was nothing special about himself, he couldn’t do anything right. And he’d compared himself to all his friends once and that just proved further that he was nothing special.
Yugi could win any game he decided to play. He didn’t even have to know how to play something and he’d still win.
Yami was a freaking pharaoh; Ryou really couldn’t compare himself to royalty.
Tea could dance, she was mesmerizing and breathtaking. Ryou knew, he’d seen her dance.
Tristan and Joey had both nabbed a millionaire…not that Ryou thought money was important, but they’d both impressed Duke and Seto, that alone spoke volumes of their value.
Malik not only had beauty, but he was smart too, though this had not surprised Ryou. Malik had almost defeated the pharaoh multiple times, but his heart had finally chosen the right path when he’d surrendered the final duel.
Bakura, his own other half, seemed so suited for the modern world it was hard to remember that he’d been born into a world without their technology. Though the pharaoh would never let anyone forget that Bakura had once been the King of Thieves.
And then there was Marik. He was the element of pure darkness…and yet, he’d rebuilt his personality on his own. He could smile now, laugh without sounding evil…he wasn’t evil anymore and everyone liked him.
Ryou on the other hand…
“What are you doing?” A voice startled Ryou out of his thoughts and he looked away from the sheets of paper he’d been writing on. A body flopped down on the bed beside his and one of the papers was picked up. “Yugi…King of Games…friendly…Yami, pharaoh, son of Ra…Malik, beauty and brains…Bakura - what is all this?” Lavender wondered curiously as a tanned hand reached for the other paper that Ryou’s pen still hovered over. “Marik…changed, laughs now, smiles, worked hard, not evil. Ryou…why isn’t there anything by your name?” Marik asked, looking at the other boy.
Ryou sighed as he pulled a pillow into his arms and rested his chin on it. “Because I’m worthless. I can’t think of anything for myself.”
Marik blinked, “Are you serious? You can’t think of anything about yourself that gives you meaning?”
“Nope. Not a one.” Ryou closed his eyes.
Marik understood depression. He’d suffered through it already and sometimes it still got to him. Smiling to himself he sat up, “Can I borrow your pen?” He asked and Ryou handed it over silently.
Using Ryou’s back as a table, Marik began to write. Then, after a few quiet moments, he handed the paper back to Ryou.
Ryou slowly took it, wondering what Marik had been up to. By his name there was an entire paragraph in Marik’s neat script. Ryou blinked as he began to read it out loud. “Ryou: always cheers for Yugi when he’s playing his games and gives useful hints when he sees them, even when he’s the one Yugi’s playing against.
“He respects Yami and constantly tries to get him and Bakura to stop their fighting.
“When everyone else was too busy or too embarrassed, became Tea’s practice partner (even though he doesn’t know how to dance very well.)
“Without his help, Tristan and Joey would not have nabbed Duke or Kaiba…little meddler.
“Willingly gave Malik his friendship, even knowing what Malik had done. By doing so, he helped Malik gain the confidence to become who he is now.
“He constantly supports Bakura (even when he shouldn’t) and helped the thief learn the ways of the modern world. He’s never cared that Bakura had been a thief, and has never rubbed the spirit’s past crimes in his face…Bakura hasn’t said anything, but is grateful because of that.
“And then there’s Marik. Ryou accepted him for who he was - an element of pure darkness. Even though he was evil, Ryou helped him rebuild his personality into something more accepting for society. Ryou is the one that makes Marik smile and laugh. He taught Marik what it felt like to have a heart.”
There was silence, then, “You really feel that way?”
“From the bottom of the heart you found.”
Ryou giggled, “Marik, since when did you become sappy?”
The Egyptian spirit shrugged, “Around the same time I learned how to care. You’re worth more to me than anything in the world.”
And Ryou felt priceless.
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