YuGiOh and the characters don't belong to me!


"FLUFFY, YOU LEFT A WET TOWEL ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR AGAIN!" Came the shrill yell of Marik Ishtar, Bakura's highly effeminate roommate.

Bakura sighed and decided to pay no attention to the Egyptian as he flipped through his book on the sofa. He suddenly heard Marik stomping down the stairs.
'Great... he's always twice as annoying when he's angry,' Bakura thought to himself.

Bakura heard Marik breathing whilst leaning over him but didn't bother looking up. Marik curled his hands into fists as white haired teen didn't even bother acknowledging his existence.

"Fluffy, are you even listening to me?" Marik asked, clearly pissed off but Bakura continued to completely ignore him.

"BAKURA, STOP IGNORING ME RIGHT NOW! I mean, as usual, you're probably not even reading that damned book and are just using it to look like you're too busy too freaking listen to me. And another thi-"

"Stop your bloody bitching for one second and listen to me, Marik. I don't care that I left a towel on the floor and I don't see why it matters..."

"Well, Fluffy, it makes the floor-"

"I wasn't finished," Bakura said, icily, "I would also like you to stop calling me that bloody nickname. It's annoying and I'm not even fluffy."

"I will call you 'Fluffy' if I would like, and-" Marik said as he reached out and ruffled the British teen's hair, "you totally are fluffy."

"Stop it, Marik!"

'I really need him to stop calling me 'Fluffy', especially in public! It's annoying and it's adding to the gay rumours at school. Not only are we living together, he's now giving me stupid nicknames...'
Bakura thought, glaring up at Marik whose hand was still in his hair.

"But, Kura-"

"Don't 'But, Kura...' me, people at school already think we're gay. You calling me 'Fluffy' is not helping!"

"Why does it matter what they think? They're all stupid. We only need each other," Marik muttered, slowly pulling his hand back, thinking to himself.

'It's not like Fluffy to get so worked over about stuff like this... Is something wrong with him? Wait, why does it matter to me? My thoughts have never mattered to him. Ra, my boy fr- best friend is so
stupid!'
Marik thought to himself, confused.

Bakura looked up at him, surprised at Marik's response and how Marik seemed to be deep in thought about something. Usually, if sexuality was mentioned, Marik would start shouting in that he wasn't gay, maybe Marik had finally accepted himself as gay.

"Marik...?"

Marik started blushing. "...B-but... IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE I, MARIK ISHTAR, AM STRAIGHT!"

Bakura smiled. This was the Marik he knew.

"You're still in denial about that? It's pretty obvious," Bakura stated, smirking.

"I'm straight, Fluffy, I don't know about you though," Marik said, smirking back.

"HAH! Calling me gay when you're the one who wears eye-liner, wears tight-fitting clothes which expose his midriff, enjoys reading Yaoi, wears jewellery and gives his
closest guy friend a nickname like 'Fluffy'..."

"Bakura," Marik started, Bakura knew he was being serious as he actually called him by his proper name, "I am not gay, so please stop arguing with me."

And with that, Marik stomped back upstairs.

"Why do I have to share a house with such an intolerable person? That bloody wanker needs to work out that he's gay," Bakura murmured to himself.
'And I'm going to help him...' Bakura thought as he chuckled to himself.


Thanks for reading. :D

I will update this as often as possible but I get a lot of homework soo.. yeah.
Please review, I could really do with feedback. Thanks again.

-Dani.