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24hour_themes - Silent Recognition - Psychoshipping
Title: Silent Recognition
Word Count: 643
Stuffage: I don't own Yuugioh.
Added Info: These is for [ 03:00 | 3AM ] Determination, especially in matters that seem to hold you back of 24hour_themes
Warnings: None
A/N: Simple & Short
~*~
Yami no Malik lie, legs crossed right over left, on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been silent for nearly an hour and he still couldn't stop wondering who else was there. He was well aware that things weren't always what they seemed and to remain on guard, but there was no way of his knowing that staring down at him stood the Spirit of the Sennen Ring.
He hadn't been standing above the other male figure the entire time, but long enough to pick up the way the other's eyebrow would move ever-so-slightly when he thought he heard something or the way when he smirked there was a hint of a fang much alike his own. The Spirit mentally snorted and crossed his arms over his transparent chest. He was glad to be able to maintain the form that would be invisible to the naked eye, but still not at all pleased that he was in this state to begin with.
The silence was broken as Yami no Malik began to taptap his Rod against the wall behind his head. His arms remained comfortably behind his head, but he maintained a steady rhythm of tap-taping and moving his foot to the sound that he created. His eyes were moving a bit, as if he was deep in thought, and his mouth would twitch to move and speak, but he didn't dare say a word. Reluctant despite the confidence he had in his skills and intelligence - or at least his being clever. Intelligence couldn't always be measured in what one knew of technology, as he was lacking and didn't care for, but he was good at other things.
The tap-taping broke when the clock in his room struck the hour and the chime went off three times. The Egyptian shot up - surprised at the sound, too used to the near-silence he had been enjoying. He wasn't the only one that was surprised - the thief turned around completely to stare at the clock and as he turned back to face the one who had stolen what was rightfully his, he watched Yami no Malik swing his legs over the bed, stand up and walk through him to the clock.
They both shivered as the solid body moved through the other, but neither reacted beyond that; their minds did enough that they need not physically react to it.
Yami no Malik rose his Rod to the clock, nudged it a few times and caught it as it fell. Without a second thought, he went into the bathroom, dropped it in the garbage and closed the door as he left - further silencing any further sound it would make.
Laughing, Yami no Bakura sat - mid-air - and crossed his left leg over his right, "Don't tell me such a simply contraption disturbed your thoughts..."
Shooting the other a look, though unaware of it, Yami no Malik brought his free hand to his head and started to slowly work his fingers over his forehead, "Sleep."
'You can only but faintly sense me, can you not? You think that sleep will rid me of your presence? No. I will not go until I have completed my task with you and then I can move onto my next goal. All of which will lead to my main goal. You fool.'
The thief had no body - no solid body, at least - and he knew that things were against him, but his confidence (and pride) easily pushed that aside. It wouldn't be long before he took his place in the competition and then eventually to his biggest goal - his dream. Nothing would get in his way. Not even the foolish Egyptian that lie before him.
Word Count: 643
Stuffage: I don't own Yuugioh.
Added Info: These is for [ 03:00 | 3AM ] Determination, especially in matters that seem to hold you back of 24hour_themes
Warnings: None
A/N: Simple & Short
~*~
Yami no Malik lie, legs crossed right over left, on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been silent for nearly an hour and he still couldn't stop wondering who else was there. He was well aware that things weren't always what they seemed and to remain on guard, but there was no way of his knowing that staring down at him stood the Spirit of the Sennen Ring.
He hadn't been standing above the other male figure the entire time, but long enough to pick up the way the other's eyebrow would move ever-so-slightly when he thought he heard something or the way when he smirked there was a hint of a fang much alike his own. The Spirit mentally snorted and crossed his arms over his transparent chest. He was glad to be able to maintain the form that would be invisible to the naked eye, but still not at all pleased that he was in this state to begin with.
The silence was broken as Yami no Malik began to taptap his Rod against the wall behind his head. His arms remained comfortably behind his head, but he maintained a steady rhythm of tap-taping and moving his foot to the sound that he created. His eyes were moving a bit, as if he was deep in thought, and his mouth would twitch to move and speak, but he didn't dare say a word. Reluctant despite the confidence he had in his skills and intelligence - or at least his being clever. Intelligence couldn't always be measured in what one knew of technology, as he was lacking and didn't care for, but he was good at other things.
The tap-taping broke when the clock in his room struck the hour and the chime went off three times. The Egyptian shot up - surprised at the sound, too used to the near-silence he had been enjoying. He wasn't the only one that was surprised - the thief turned around completely to stare at the clock and as he turned back to face the one who had stolen what was rightfully his, he watched Yami no Malik swing his legs over the bed, stand up and walk through him to the clock.
They both shivered as the solid body moved through the other, but neither reacted beyond that; their minds did enough that they need not physically react to it.
Yami no Malik rose his Rod to the clock, nudged it a few times and caught it as it fell. Without a second thought, he went into the bathroom, dropped it in the garbage and closed the door as he left - further silencing any further sound it would make.
Laughing, Yami no Bakura sat - mid-air - and crossed his left leg over his right, "Don't tell me such a simply contraption disturbed your thoughts..."
Shooting the other a look, though unaware of it, Yami no Malik brought his free hand to his head and started to slowly work his fingers over his forehead, "Sleep."
'You can only but faintly sense me, can you not? You think that sleep will rid me of your presence? No. I will not go until I have completed my task with you and then I can move onto my next goal. All of which will lead to my main goal. You fool.'
The thief had no body - no solid body, at least - and he knew that things were against him, but his confidence (and pride) easily pushed that aside. It wouldn't be long before he took his place in the competition and then eventually to his biggest goal - his dream. Nothing would get in his way. Not even the foolish Egyptian that lie before him.