[fic] A Dead Dedication - Memory
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - March 26, 2006
※ Warnings - angst
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #7 ※
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Time had no meaning to Marik Ishtar. He was immortal, nothing could change that, though he wished with everything he had left that something would.
He would have done anything to end his miserable existence. He only existed, he did not live. He hadn’t lived for many years…he hadn’t lived since…him.
It had been so long ago; he was beginning to forget important things.
His thoughts were fading.
Marik’s memory of him was fading.
He could still hear that laugh though, the innocent giggling he’d always go out of his way for. And that smile, that shy smile that would grace those beautiful lips whenever Marik would say something sweet.
He’d smelled like springtime.
Sometimes Marik could smell him. In those moments between dreams and reality he would think that the body in his arms was someone long dead, and the soft scents of flowers, rivers, rain and sunshine would confuse him upon waking.
That hurt the worse.
The way they slept, the first thing Marik ever saw upon waking was white hair and always, the first thought on his mind was ‘Have I been dreaming?’ This of course would only last a few moments, before the other woke up and Marik would remember that it was the thief.
After the death of his own Hikari, who’d lasted the longest strangely enough, the thief had invited himself into Marik’s apartment. Not that the Egyptian minded any. Even though the thief was a constant reminder, his company ebbed the loneliness the spirit had been feeling.
It was the same for the thief.
Eventually though, it was not just Marik’s apartment, the thief had snuck into Marik’s heart.
That was the same for the thief too.
They’d tried a relationship at first, but found that it hurt too much, so instead they were roommates. Friends. Family. They were all each other really cared about.
“You’re thinking about Ryou again.” The thief’s voice whispered in the dark. That name caused a throb to pulse inside Marik’s chest.
Despite the fact that the Egyptian would rather have been dead, he smiled. “Don’t I always? You’re thinking about Malik again.”
There was a grunt as a response, then, “It’s late…we should probably sleep.”
Marik didn’t want to sleep though…not if it meant sleeping without Ryou…but then again, in his dreams Ryou was still alive and in a deep sleep, he hadn’t forgotten anything and it was like it had been before…
“Do you think we’ll ever die?” Marik asked, glancing out the bedroom window at the dark sky.
There was another grunt, and warmth against his side. “Perhaps when the world ends.”
Marik was silent as he recalled all they’d accomplished. He turned to face his partner - his partner in crime. “Then we should find the last item then. Shouldn’t we?”
“But the Puzzle was buried with the pharaoh!” The thief muttered, shaking his head.
Marik smirked, a glint of madness in his eyes. “What’s this? A tomb robber afraid of a tomb? Now I’ve seen everything.”
Bakura growled dangerously. “If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have found the Ankh.”
The Egyptian’s smirk turned into a smile. “True. Just one more item and we can destroy this stupid planet…then we can be reunited with them.”
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※ Written - March 26, 2006
※ Warnings - angst
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #7 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
Time had no meaning to Marik Ishtar. He was immortal, nothing could change that, though he wished with everything he had left that something would.
He would have done anything to end his miserable existence. He only existed, he did not live. He hadn’t lived for many years…he hadn’t lived since…him.
It had been so long ago; he was beginning to forget important things.
His thoughts were fading.
Marik’s memory of him was fading.
He could still hear that laugh though, the innocent giggling he’d always go out of his way for. And that smile, that shy smile that would grace those beautiful lips whenever Marik would say something sweet.
He’d smelled like springtime.
Sometimes Marik could smell him. In those moments between dreams and reality he would think that the body in his arms was someone long dead, and the soft scents of flowers, rivers, rain and sunshine would confuse him upon waking.
That hurt the worse.
The way they slept, the first thing Marik ever saw upon waking was white hair and always, the first thought on his mind was ‘Have I been dreaming?’ This of course would only last a few moments, before the other woke up and Marik would remember that it was the thief.
After the death of his own Hikari, who’d lasted the longest strangely enough, the thief had invited himself into Marik’s apartment. Not that the Egyptian minded any. Even though the thief was a constant reminder, his company ebbed the loneliness the spirit had been feeling.
It was the same for the thief.
Eventually though, it was not just Marik’s apartment, the thief had snuck into Marik’s heart.
That was the same for the thief too.
They’d tried a relationship at first, but found that it hurt too much, so instead they were roommates. Friends. Family. They were all each other really cared about.
“You’re thinking about Ryou again.” The thief’s voice whispered in the dark. That name caused a throb to pulse inside Marik’s chest.
Despite the fact that the Egyptian would rather have been dead, he smiled. “Don’t I always? You’re thinking about Malik again.”
There was a grunt as a response, then, “It’s late…we should probably sleep.”
Marik didn’t want to sleep though…not if it meant sleeping without Ryou…but then again, in his dreams Ryou was still alive and in a deep sleep, he hadn’t forgotten anything and it was like it had been before…
“Do you think we’ll ever die?” Marik asked, glancing out the bedroom window at the dark sky.
There was another grunt, and warmth against his side. “Perhaps when the world ends.”
Marik was silent as he recalled all they’d accomplished. He turned to face his partner - his partner in crime. “Then we should find the last item then. Shouldn’t we?”
“But the Puzzle was buried with the pharaoh!” The thief muttered, shaking his head.
Marik smirked, a glint of madness in his eyes. “What’s this? A tomb robber afraid of a tomb? Now I’ve seen everything.”
Bakura growled dangerously. “If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have found the Ankh.”
The Egyptian’s smirk turned into a smile. “True. Just one more item and we can destroy this stupid planet…then we can be reunited with them.”
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