Spirit- So yes, I know I was supposed to do Gaara/Hotaru first. But that one is still being worked on. 

Tenshi- Spirit was going to put this one on the shelf til the other got done, but decided not to after awhile

Spirit- Yeah, I'm proud of how this one came out so that's why it's here. Hope you all enjoy it!... Though it's a little dark.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own any animes in these one-shots. Ok? Ok.

Title: Just Like Me

Pairing:Marik/Hotaru/Yami Marik/

Anime Cross: Yu-Gi-Oh

Song: Snow White Queen by Evanescence

A dark figure fumbled around in the dark of a small room. The wind outside howled hauntingly. Thrashing against the trees, making them scrap their branches against the curtain drawn windows. The figure sobbed quietly, trying to finish the task of dressing in a overly large t-shirt and pj bottoms. They wiped their teary eyes on their forearm before finishing. A soft cackle was heard behind them. Quickly the form turned to look at the vanity. The mirror was covered by a towel, but a glow could be seen coming through it. The girl slowly made her way towards it. Her small arm reached out towards the cloth. When her tiny fingers finally grasped it, she tore the towel away. The glow was gone. She stared back at her own reflection. Terrified violet eyes stared back at her. Short black hair framed a pale heart shaped face.

She let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead. After a moment of trying to calm her nerves she picked up her cell phone that was on the vanity next to a couple of small lamps. The buttons rang a quiet tune as she pressed them. The girl waited when she was done for someone to answer the ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." her voice shook slightly.

The voice on the other line began to sound protective. "What's wrong?"

"Can... can you come over?" she asked, fighting back more tears.

"I'll be right there Hotaru."

She nodded, then realizing they couldn't see that replied, "yes." they hung up and she turned back to the mirror. This time a different face stared at her. A tan boy with menacing lavender eyes and a golden third eye stared back. The girl gasped and stepped back. She tripped over a cord and fell to the floor.

The boy with a mass of wild sand colored hair laughed. That laugh made her tremble. "Poor little Hotaru. Still trying to fight it I see."

He lifted up an arm and started reaching for her. Her body stayed frozen. She couldn't even scream. Soon the arm went through the glass barrier between them. It continued to reach for her. Hotaru watched it as it drew closer. A snap of a branch outside startled her into movement. She jumped up and ran out of the room. The hallway she ran into was lit. Grabbing the door handle she pulled the door shut and stood there, gasping for breathe and staring at the knob in her pale hand. Her mind tried to convince her that what she just saw wasn't real. He was dead. Yami Marik no longer existed.

"You're just like me. You will see this soon." Those words still haunted her being. She was nothing like him. She was a senshi, a protector. He was born out of rage and hatred. All he knew was death and destruction. Even though those were her powers she did not wield them the same way he did... That wasn't what he meant however.

"No." she whispered. Banishing those thoughts from her mind. If she gave into them now, he would have her.

"Hotaru." came that same taunting voice. The girl whirled around and looked down the hallway. No one was there. No one that she could see. It sounded like it was everywhere. Echoing in her veins. Humming within the marrow of her bones. She was losing her mind. That had to be it. There was just no way! she thought as she slammed the door with her fist and let out a frustrated cry. She closed her eyes and drew her arm back, before slamming it a second time. Instead of hitting the hard wood again, she hit something a little more soft, that muffled the sound. She looked up into those haunting lavender eyes. They stared back, cherishing the way she began to break so easily under their stare. Yami Marik's hand flew up, and seized her wrist.

"Don't scream anymore my dear." He said, bringing her wrist up to his mouth, pressing it gently against his lips. "You belong to me. You always have."

"You... You aren't real. We defeated you! Leave me Alone!" She screamed fighting his hold on her. His teeth sank into her flesh and she froze. Her eyes followed the thin trail of blood that flowed down her arm and dripped onto the dark blue carpet. Pain ran through her arm and screamed within her brain.

He pulled away slightly and whispered, "oh I'm very real darling. I've come back just for you." His other hand drew up, stretching out to cup her face. Pulling back, she wiggled her wrist free and ran for the stairs. Her feet pounded as they made their way down to the family room. Hotaru didn't look back as she heard him laugh again. "You can't run from me forever Hotaru! One day you will except that I am not letting you go! Just get it over with now!"

Memories flooded back as she stumbled through the dark downstairs. When Kaiba's tournament made a turn for the worst. When Yami Marik revealed himself to the senshi. He took a special interest in the sailor scout of Saturn. Somehow he had found out about her past. About Mistress 9. He had used that against her. Once her mind was weak enough, he was able to control it. Instead of using her to fight the other senshi, he kept her by his side. Claiming that once he defeated the pharaoh, they could rule together.

"You are mine... My beautiful snow white queen." he called her. The whole time she was conscious of what he made her do. He manipulated her body like a puppet. Just like he did to his host.

"Mistress 9 may have been the one to hurt those kids at your school, but you secretly wanted to do the same. They always teased and hurt you. Don't tell me you never wanted to get your revenge. Don't tell me you never wanted to kill them." Those words buried deep inside of her, breaking her soul even more. She did want to hurt them whenever they picked on her, but never did. She could never bring herself to hurt another being. She wasn't like them, she wasn't like him.

"Don't deny your own nature. You were born to end lives. Just like me."

That wasn't true. She was born to protect. To preserve the peaceful future they've all been fighting for. That was the very reason she was born.

"Why do you lie to yourself? You know you were born to end the world. To kill everything and everyone. To finally drop that silence glaive of yours." He drove the knife further into her soul. Carving out all the hopes and dreams she had held onto for so long. He was right. She was born to destroy the world, ending all suffering. But that meant she also would end all the hope and love on the Earth too. He had trapped her in his own twisted little world, where nothing good could reside.

The creak of the hard wood floors made a shiver go up her spine. Hotaru now hid behind the large book shelf in Setsuna's study. The creaks grew louder, drawing closer. Their echoes sounded like fear. Fear was strolling towards her. Ready to devour her mind and wield her body. Her pale hands covered her mouth so she wouldn't give away her position. Should she transform? Would that be enough to stop him? She didn't know what exactly he was. Yami Marik possessed no body of his own, so this had to be only his spirit. She didn't know if her powers would work on a entity. Rei. She needed the fire senshi to exercise him. Maybe that would work.

Hotaru had to make a run for it. The communicator was in her jacket pocket in the dinning room. If she could reach it and hold off until help got there, everything would be ok. She just hoped she could survive until then. Her body readied itself for the sprint. As soon as the creaks stopped, she bolted up and turned to run around him. Instead a rough hand grabbed her arm. She hadn't realized he had gotten so close to her.

"No!" She screamed.

"Hotaru! It's me!" the girl stopped struggling and looked up into lavender eyes. However, they weren't the menacing ones as before. These were soft and worried. The same sand colored hair wasn't as thick and fell to his shoulders instead of sticking up. The golden third eye wasn't present on his forehead. It was Marik. The real Marik. She relaxed in his grip. "I'm sorry... I tried to get here as fast as I could after you called, but my bike wouldn't start. I had to run."

Hotaru fought the weakening feeling she felt. All of the fear and desperation she had built up a few minutes ago vanished, leaving her feeling completely spent. After a few more seconds she sank to the floor. Marik knelt next to her, placing an arm around her shoulder in comfort. She sobbed, relieved that she had been saved. Her hands went up to cover her face as she openly cried. Strong arms wrapped around her and held her tightly. Soon the boy helped her up and walked her to the family room were he set her on the couch. He sat beside her and made her look at him.

"Tell me. Was it him?" He asked. He knew that the yami had tormented her as much as he did him. The violet eyed girl paused for a moment, then nodded. "But I thought we defeated him..."

Hotaru looked down at her wrist. A trail of dried blood ran down her arm, starting at several small punctures at the top. Teeth marks. "No, he's still here. Haunting us."

A gentle hand caught the bottom of her chin and turned her head so she looked back at him. "We will get him Hotaru. I'll make sure he leaves you alone. I won't let him hurt us again."

She nodded and closed her eyes as he leaned over and kissed her. The kiss relaxed her completely. Ever since the final battle with Yami Marik, the real tombkeeper became very close to her heart. He understood how she was feeling and vise versa. That thought alone comforted her and she kissed him more deeply. His hand that had held her chin wrapped around to the small of her back to draw her closer. Hotaru pressed her own hands against his chest. All her worries just seemed to melt away now that he was there to hold her.

Something shinning through her eyelids made her peek through her lashes. For a moment she couldn't focus, and when she did time seemed to stop. One Marik's forehead ...rested a third glowing golden eye.

Spirit- Aren't I a bitch?

Tenshi- To Hotaru? Yes... you are.

Spirit- I know. What did you all think? Hope you enjoyed it. Please Review! Ja ne

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