Restricting. If, in single word, Mariku had to describe it, he supposed that would be his word of choice.

"Restricting."

It rolled off his tongue easily.

The word was foreign to him; he was Mariku Ishtar! He would destroy all light and order, plunge the world into darkness, as stated by himself. He was not one to use a word that described something, so- so menial, a tool of fear and submission.

The word fit in his mind like an unwelcome guest. At first an annoyance, later becoming only ignored, and finally accepted. Was there a point that he accepted it, his own insanity subjected to degrading humanity? No. No there was not, and there never would be.

...

But Ryou did not lie. Ryou never lied, not once, not ever, and that was the first thing that Mariku truly learned.

And Ryou told him that he would die, would kill him, and that Malik would take control of his body. So, he supposed, he- he did accept it. Or at least acknowledged it. Or at least realized it with every burning hatred and resentment in his body. No, no he would never accept it. Mariku would not let himself die. He would not leave Malik alone in their mind.

"And how is the only way you can get rid of the feeling, Mariku?" Ryou's voice, as always, was light, airy, but weighed heavy with malevolence.

Mariku looked away, used to pain. Blood, so much blood. But he was used to it, and he welcomed it. Familiar things in such a foreign place were always welcome, even if the blood gushed out of his own, mutilated skin. His eyes moved back to Ryou's face when he grabbed his chin, his silent dominance overpowering him. Ryou's face never looked complete without the smile that made his eyes narrow.

"If I accept."

"And do you?"

"...Yes."

In the end, the only thing that restricted him was his own skin, and Ryou knew that all too well.

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DEAR LORD, FULLVIEW


<sub>WUH I JUST WANTED TO WRITE. GOD LEAVE ME ALONE I JUST WANTED
TO WRITE SCAR TISSUE BECAUSE I'VE FINALLY STARTED
UPDATING AGAIN.
Sadface
And if you don't know what Scar Tissue is, kill yourself, as
you are no ho of mine.

Anyway, I drew this in ISS, In School Suspension today, because
I refused to take the blue out of my hair.

I also refuse to tell the story as I've told it five trillion times
and it is very long.

...I like how my talent shoots way up when I'm not drawing digitally.
Drawn in pencil, colored on the computer- NO, WAIT, COLORED
IN THE BLOOD OF INNOCENTS.
Again. I've learned that it adds a certain ZING to the picture.

But hay I like this new coloring style. Ryou looks cool.
Mmm, violent deathshipping...



Yuugiou is totally this dark.</sub>