※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - April 30th, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #11 ※
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Marik Ishtar loved the rain.
He liked to sit at the window during a downpour and listen to the water droplets pelting against the glass.
He liked the fact that, not only could enough rain destroy something, but it could also rejuvenate.
He liked how quiet it got outside when it would rain. Nobody wanted to be caught outside in a storm.
He didn’t even mind the tomb robber’s complaining about the rain. It was kind of sweet…in a weird twisted way.
He liked the smell of rain; it was fresh, pure, relaxing.
Above all else, he liked to watch Ryou dance in the rain.
And then, when the boy would get too cold, too tired, or just plain too wet, he’d come in, puffing - but smiling. And Marik would be there, waiting with a towel. Then they’d cuddle in front of the fire, drinking hot chocolate, almost always with marshmallows and they’d relax together.
Oh yes, Marik Ishtar definitely loved the rain.
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