[fic] A Dead Dedication - Change
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - March 15, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #6 ※
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A smirk. “Your ass is mine Ishtar!”
A snort. “Geez, do you want me to get a tattoo now?”
A slap. “I meant the game you idiot!”
A grin. “I knew what you meant, and don’t slap your forehead like that.”
Soft eyes. “Aw, you care about me?”
Another snort. “No, you only have so many brain cells left, don’t want what’s left to be damaged.”
A growl. “Bastard. Let’s just play.”
A giggle. “Bakura, you’re holding the controller upside down.”
Ryou Bakura rolled his eyes as he listened to the bickering coming from the two on the floor. About a week ago, Bakura had discovered video games and had sucked Malik Ishtar into it as well. Oh well, it was better than having to listen to them make out.
He was half way through his book, and the two on the floor were half way through their game when the front door opened and another body entered the house.
Marik Ishtar came into the living room after shedding his backpack, jacket and shoes. Ryou had always noted that Marik was the only one, besides himself, who actually hung his stuff by the back door whenever coming over.
“So Marik, how was detention.” Malik began without looking up from the screen.
Marik just snorted as he flopped down on the couch beside Ryou. The silver haired boy immediately moved to get more comfortable, lying across the couch and leaning against Marik’s shoulder. As an automatic reaction, Marik brought an arm around Ryou’s shoulders and his fingers gently played with a lock of silver hair.
“Wow, that good huh?” Bakura muttered, then he gasped, “You stupid behemoth!” He growled as he was attacked.
Marik groaned to himself as he moved, stiff from sitting in a desk for the last two hours. “Oh such fun, especially with the Mutt and the Pharaoh.” He muttered, leaning his head against the top of Ryou’s. “Apparently it was my fault that they got detention. The Pharaoh not only wants to send me to the farthest corner of the Shadow Realm, but he wants to send me there in teeny tiny little pieces. And I swear, the Mutt was either going to bite me or hump my leg.”
“What did you do?” Malik wondered, finally looking up from the TV, Bakura’s gaze following.
Marik just shrugged, “I haven’t the slightest clue. And then they started talking about how evil I am! I’m not evil anymore…am I?” He pouted cutely.
Bakura snorted, “Evil people don’t pout.” He mumbled as he turned back to the game.
Marik stuck out his tongue. “Be that way then.” He sighed.
“What does he expect?” Malik wondered, “You to be perfect? Everybody has their faults.”
Marik sighed. He’d tried to become a different person, one not so evil. It had been hard, but he’d done it. “Is there anything you guys would change about me if you could?”
“You’d be shorter.” Bakura grunted, “I’m sick of having to look up your nose every time we get into a fight.”
“You’d stop wearing my clothes!” Malik nodded to himself, “And how do you get them to fit anyway? You’re taller than I am!”
There was a short silence.
“You’d wear less clothing.” Bakura began.
Malik raised an eyebrow, “Ooh, not a bad idea. But that whole glowing eye thing when you get mad…that would disappear.”
“And the cats…” Bakura shuttered, “That was just wrong.”
Marik rolled his eyes, “Thanks guys. I feel really appreciated right now.” He sighed then realized Ryou had yet to say anything. “What about you Ry? Is there anything about me that you’d want to make different?”
Ryou looked up from his book after hearing his name. He smiled at the taller male and shook his head, “Nope. For me, you’re perfect the way you are.”
Marik smiled and hugged him with one arm, “I suppose that’s all that matters then.”
“Gah! Malik that wasn’t fair!” Bakura growled as his character spun out of control.
“Alls fair in love and war!” Malik declared.
Ryou rolled his eyes again.
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I wouldn't ask about the cats if I were you :P
※ Written - March 15, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #6 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
A smirk. “Your ass is mine Ishtar!”
A snort. “Geez, do you want me to get a tattoo now?”
A slap. “I meant the game you idiot!”
A grin. “I knew what you meant, and don’t slap your forehead like that.”
Soft eyes. “Aw, you care about me?”
Another snort. “No, you only have so many brain cells left, don’t want what’s left to be damaged.”
A growl. “Bastard. Let’s just play.”
A giggle. “Bakura, you’re holding the controller upside down.”
Ryou Bakura rolled his eyes as he listened to the bickering coming from the two on the floor. About a week ago, Bakura had discovered video games and had sucked Malik Ishtar into it as well. Oh well, it was better than having to listen to them make out.
He was half way through his book, and the two on the floor were half way through their game when the front door opened and another body entered the house.
Marik Ishtar came into the living room after shedding his backpack, jacket and shoes. Ryou had always noted that Marik was the only one, besides himself, who actually hung his stuff by the back door whenever coming over.
“So Marik, how was detention.” Malik began without looking up from the screen.
Marik just snorted as he flopped down on the couch beside Ryou. The silver haired boy immediately moved to get more comfortable, lying across the couch and leaning against Marik’s shoulder. As an automatic reaction, Marik brought an arm around Ryou’s shoulders and his fingers gently played with a lock of silver hair.
“Wow, that good huh?” Bakura muttered, then he gasped, “You stupid behemoth!” He growled as he was attacked.
Marik groaned to himself as he moved, stiff from sitting in a desk for the last two hours. “Oh such fun, especially with the Mutt and the Pharaoh.” He muttered, leaning his head against the top of Ryou’s. “Apparently it was my fault that they got detention. The Pharaoh not only wants to send me to the farthest corner of the Shadow Realm, but he wants to send me there in teeny tiny little pieces. And I swear, the Mutt was either going to bite me or hump my leg.”
“What did you do?” Malik wondered, finally looking up from the TV, Bakura’s gaze following.
Marik just shrugged, “I haven’t the slightest clue. And then they started talking about how evil I am! I’m not evil anymore…am I?” He pouted cutely.
Bakura snorted, “Evil people don’t pout.” He mumbled as he turned back to the game.
Marik stuck out his tongue. “Be that way then.” He sighed.
“What does he expect?” Malik wondered, “You to be perfect? Everybody has their faults.”
Marik sighed. He’d tried to become a different person, one not so evil. It had been hard, but he’d done it. “Is there anything you guys would change about me if you could?”
“You’d be shorter.” Bakura grunted, “I’m sick of having to look up your nose every time we get into a fight.”
“You’d stop wearing my clothes!” Malik nodded to himself, “And how do you get them to fit anyway? You’re taller than I am!”
There was a short silence.
“You’d wear less clothing.” Bakura began.
Malik raised an eyebrow, “Ooh, not a bad idea. But that whole glowing eye thing when you get mad…that would disappear.”
“And the cats…” Bakura shuttered, “That was just wrong.”
Marik rolled his eyes, “Thanks guys. I feel really appreciated right now.” He sighed then realized Ryou had yet to say anything. “What about you Ry? Is there anything about me that you’d want to make different?”
Ryou looked up from his book after hearing his name. He smiled at the taller male and shook his head, “Nope. For me, you’re perfect the way you are.”
Marik smiled and hugged him with one arm, “I suppose that’s all that matters then.”
“Gah! Malik that wasn’t fair!” Bakura growled as his character spun out of control.
“Alls fair in love and war!” Malik declared.
Ryou rolled his eyes again.
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I wouldn't ask about the cats if I were you :P