A/N: Hello! Thanks so much for deciding to read this ^^ I'll have you know that this is my first attempt at a Bronzeshipping fic (and a demented fic at that :D) but I hope you will enjoy nevertheless :)

Here's a glossary in my way of writing:

Marik Ishtar= Marik

Yami Marik= Malik

/Malik Speaking/

"Malik speaking"

Marik thinking

Rating: M

Genre: Horror/Angst/Crime/Romance

Pairings: Bronzeshipping; one-sided Clashshipping, fearshipping, and psychoshipping

Now onward with the story! (^o^)/

Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil

Chapter 1- Paranoia

Marik sat on his bed, watching the shadows of his fingers in the sunset's light while half-listening to his sister and doctor converse outside his bedroom door.

He was uptight; bordering stressed even. And he blamed it on the lack of strength that his meds had. He needed it to be stronger…it was the only way to shut the voices out.

Marik tensed visibly, as if the mere mention of the voices would cause them to erupt in a loud chorus of dissonant speaking. He had come to fear them…the voices in his head. It had scared him silly when he first heard them speak, hearing them from everywhere but nowhere at all. What was worse was that they all had the same voice, though they were not his own, and when they started up it would always be this incessant whirlwind of commenting and rebuking on every little thing he did.

He hated that they always watched everything he did and how they would laugh mockingly at him every time he tried to tell his sister—or another doctor—what they whispered so viciously to him. He shuddered at the thought. Since his medicine was no longer working effectively, the voices were now back, getting stronger with each passing day and becoming dangerously eerie.

/Ahaha…/

Marik stiffened, his heart racing at 1,000 miles per second. No, no, no….Go away….

The voice, one voice this time, cackled darkly. /Do I scare you, Little One?/ it whispered. /There is no need to be….I am only here to protect you. After all…that is what you created me for…./

No, no, I didn't, Marik thought frantically, clutching his head as if that would make the voice shut up. Just go away….

Luckily, the doctor chose to enter his room at that moment and Marik quickly pretended to scratch his head so as not to alert the man.

The doctor was none the wiser. As he pulled up a stool across from Marik, Ishizu also came into his room, sitting beside him whilst offering her support to him.

The voice snorted, causing Marik to flinch but otherwise ignored it and focused his attention on his doctor, Shimizu-sensei.

"Thanks for allowing me to stop by on such short notice," he said warmly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I wanted to at least see you before I went on vacation."

"It's no problem, Shimizu-sensei," said Ishizu. "I'm just glad you called before you left."

Shimizu-sensei smiled before a solemn expression crossed his features. "Alright now; Marik," He peered at him over his oval-shaped glasses. "How's that new medication I gave you?"

"It's not doing well," replied Marik. "It's not working; it's not working the way I need it to. The voices are coming back now."

"Alright," the doctor said softly, scribbling some nonsense on his clipboard. He looked to Ishizu. "Has he been taking his pills every time?"

She nodded. "I make sure of it."

"Alright." More scribbling.

Marik was beginning to get anxious and frighten again; he could hear the voices laughing, making fun of his doctor and telling him that Shimizu-sensei wasn't there to help him; that Shimizu-sensei was just lying to him.

Marik went rigid, no longer hearing the conversation his sister and doctor were having. The voices were lying to him. The voices were lying, they were lying, they were lying. Marik kept repeating those words like a mantra, trying his damnest to block them out; to stop hearing them.

"Marik?"

Marik blinked. Ishizu and Shimizu-sensei were staring at him as if they were expecting him to answer something they had asked. He swallowed, trying to get his body to relax again. "I-I didn't hear what you said," he muttered lamely.

The doctor frowned. "I asked how you're session with your psychologist was going."

"Oh." Shimizu-sensei was trying to make conversation with him. Marik shrugged, his expression impassive.

Shimizu-sensei's frown deepened before he gave a slip to his sister. "I'm going to add Zyprexa to his medicine routine, okay? Now these will be the tablets that disintegrate when you put them in your mouth; He only needs to take them once a day with the rest of his medication." He started jotting away on his clipboard again. "We'll start prescribing him with the 10mg tablets. Make sure you read the instructions alright?"

Ishizu nodded and Shimizu-sensei stood up. "Well, give my office a call if things improve or not; my secretary knows where to reach me while I'm away, okay?"

"Yes, I will," Ishizu said, walking the doctor out. She gave one last look at Marik before she closed his door.

Marik sighed. He couldn't wait to start taking his new prescription.

The voices inside his head jeered in response.