Another Fear-shipping fic, more people need to grasp the fact that this shipping rocks hard. Long-story short, this is a product of my boredom.

And, since I can’t be bothered, my associate in psycho-ness, A.K.A Bakura, will do the disclaimer.

Although I don’t why I’m doing this, (since this evil girl is devoted to Vex-shipping) Zuta doesn’t own Yugioh (There’s a surprise).

Malik glanced around, he was completely surrounded by shadows. This was where he was at home, in a place where darkness was welcomed, where it always won. He enjoyed being able to manipulate it. It gave him power. Without the shadows, he was nothing. They where his source of power. Okay, he was physically able, being in almost phenomenal shape, but he knew that pure strength got you nowhere. What was the point in breaking someone’s body, when their mind was so much easier to break? He enjoyed watching them fall, enjoyed ripping their souls to shreds, it was a way of ensuring that his own soul wasn’t torn. But something was wrong, these shadows wouldn’t bend to his will, they weren’t following his orders, they where following their own. And their purpose was to destroy him.

They swirled around him, almost taunting him. Pain ran through his head. It was like a knife was being plunged through his eye, driving deep into his skull. Desperate, he put a hand to his head in an effort to ease the pain. He had known this pain before. He was created out of this pain. Out of his lighter half’s agony, hate and lust for revenge, he had been created. Desperate for life, he had crawled his way to existence. Forcing himself into Marik’s consciousness, into his body. Trying to break through the wall of hurt. The shadows reminded him of his first true memory, a cold knife, and a burning sensation on his back, searing through his flesh.

He was a parasite, living in someone else’s body. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel or think for himself. While Marik wanted revenge, Malik wanted a life, a body of his own. He didn’t want to be confined to someone else’s mind, he wanted to be free. To have strength and power . And, he wanted her.

After he had killed the Ishtar’s father, Ishizu had embraced her brother. "I’m scared of this life, I don’t want to be alone!" Marik had cried, his voice filled with child-like distress. Ishizu pulled him close,

"Brother, you will never be alone, I promise," she had whispered. That’s when Malik began paying attention to Ishizu. She moved with an effortless grace, her beauty teasing and enchanting anyone who looked at her. It gave her the appearance of being one step ahead. She got what she wanted, even the great Seto Kaiba was bent under her will, it amazed Malik and excited him

The shadows knew about his desire, his longing for the Egyptian woman. To be able to run his hands through her hair, to feel her skin against his, to hold her close, to join her body to his. They twisted themselves into the shape of his desire, enticing him to come closer. But when he did they vanished, leaving him alone in the dark. This tortured him. And the shadows knew it. He was one of them, and they wanted him to fall, to become part of them again. He wouldn’t become part of them again. He would be free.

Angered, the shadows lashed out, like a thousand whips, striking him again, and again, and again. Automatically he reached to his hip, for the Rod, but it wasn’t there. Panicking, he stepped back and tried to avoid the blows. Eventually he fell. It would be so easy, just to give in. To join the others to become an unnamed shadow, one of thousands. Just as he was about to give in, to accept defeat, gentle arms wrapped around him. "Don’t give up, not yet," a soft voice whispered. Closing his eyes, Malik let the feeling of warmth fill him.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in white room. A light blanket covered him. Beside him someone stirred, glancing over, he saw Ishizu, her dark skin contrasted by the white sheets.. Her black was hair sprawled over a pillow, making her resemble an angel. Slowly her eyes opened, beautiful blue sapphire orbs gazing up at him. A small, beautiful smile formed on her face, until she seemed to glow. He opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t quite sure what, when things changed. Starting from her eyes, Ishizu turned black and dissolved into nothing but smoke. Once again his was engulfed in shadows. He started falling, drowning in a sea of black.

Malik’s eyes snapped open. He ran a hand over his face, sweat ran down his back. It was the same old nightmare. Reaching over to his bedside table, he grabbed his glass of water and gulped it down. He shouldn’t be the one plagued with a torturous dream, with a nightmare. He was supposed to be the nightmare, for Ra’s sake. One word ran through his mind, Ishizu. In his mind, she was the root of the nightmares. He wasn’t supposed to- no, wouldn’t feel. Especially not like that, about her. Lust, he could handle, and he lusted after her with every once of his being. But something, deep down in his subconscious, had a different opinion. It wasn’t fucking fair, as soon as he got rid of one wall that blocked him from freedom, another, stronger one popped up. Though, a voice said, it isn’t all a nightmare, you draw on the happy part of the dream, and use it as a source of strength. Marik crushed the glass in his hand, cutting his palm. "Shit," he growled. Brushing the glass from his hand. He stood up and dressed. His strength came from hate, from a lust for power. Not some retarded fantasy. The same way he used the shadows to corrupt others, he was being corrupted. The solution, in his mind, was simple. Destroy Ishizu, before she destroyed him.

Walking through the darkened corridors, he made his way to Ishizu’s room. When he reached the door, he pushed the button and walked in. Despite all the horror that she was going through everyday, Ishizu was in midst of a deep sleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, her body moving up and down, almost like a dance. Unlike when she was awake, when she slept, Ishizu was at peace. Well, Malik thought, it’s time to change that.

I wasn’t quite sure where I was meant to be going with this, but anyway. RnR!

(And in the name Ra, write Fear-shipping people!)