Title: Live a Little
Rating: PG13/R
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! But if I did, oh there would be so much yaoi!
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC-ness
Notes: I'm not quite sure where this idea came from, but I liked it, so I went with it, but it was originally going to be a one-shot songfic.
Notes2: Hey! Go check out Sizeable Scars by Shori Musei! It's an awesome story! It should be on my favorite stories list, but I'm not sure with the way FFN has been acting lately.

Chapter One
Malik sighed, washing the now empty table. First, the plates and bowls went into the bin, followed by the glasses and mugs, then the silverware. Taking the sloppy wet rag, he washed the table with a grimace. Even though the table appeared to be clean, Malik was not sure he would eat from it. The possibilities were endless as to what was on the white cleaning cloth.

The blonde haired, violet-eyed youth had gotten the job a few months prior as a way to make extra money. His older brother, Marik, had a job as well, working at the local electronic store. It was cool. He got many things cheaper the normal with his employee discount. Neither boy needed to work, but it was a good way to make extra money and fill their empty time.

Sighing, Malik threw the rag into the bin and took it into the kitchen. He put the bin next to the sink. He worn black dress pants, the size a little two big, slipping down to his narrow hips. The white, button up shirt was a little tight around his chest and arms, clinging to every muscle, showing off the delicate lines and curves of his upper body. Brilliant blonde hair framed his face as bright violet eyes looked around the area, making sure everything was where it needed to be. Taking off the required apron, he set it on the hook with his name over it. Grabbing his keys from his pocket, he said good night to everyone then left the little diner.

He walked along the empty sidewalk. It was a warm night, almost too warm. The rain from the past day made the air moist and muggy, almost sticky. Turning the corner, he noticed someone on the sidewalk, going in the direction he was coming from. His breathe hitched as he walked towards the person.

Soft, pale, milky skin glistened under the harsh lighting of the street lamps. Large locks of silvery-white hair framed his face. Chocolate brown eyes stared off at nothing, glaring occasionally. The blue collar, button up shirt exposed the creamy flesh the rest of his shirt concealed. Faded blue jeans hugged his hips, moving with each graceful step.

Malik walked pass the other person, their shoulders bumping into each other. The sheer force was enough to throw Malik off balance, and his wallet slipped from his pocket. Muttering an apology, his cheeks flushed pink as he increased his walking speed.

Malik walked through the front door and kicked his shoes off. Tossing his keys onto the little door-side table, the youngest of the Ishtar siblings moved further into the house. Down the hall, he could hear the water running. His brother was most likely to be in the shower, since his sister, Ishizu, would not be home until later.

Going into the living room, Malik dropped onto the couch, grabbing the television remote. Flipping through the channels, he sighed boredly. News, infomercial, shopping channel, more news, football. Malik left it there, knowing once Marik was out of the shower they would watch it together.

Staring blankly at the screen, Malik's mind drifted to the silver-haired teen. The intense look on his face had caught the Egyptian off guard. The look was one of deep thought, almost making him appear older then he truly was. The blonde wanted to know what caused those dark chocolate orbs to show so much concentration.

The ringing doorbell broke Malik from his thoughts. Getting off the couch, he went and answered the door. Stand there was the pizza deliveryman, holding two large pizzas. Looking down the hall, the blonde could still hear the shower running. Shaking his head, Malik reached into his pocket, searching for his wallet.

Blinking stupidly, Malik ushered the pizza man into the apartment and went to his coat. Looking through his pockets, the blonde could not find his wallet. Panic flashed in his eyes when he was unable to find the black leather wallet. His eyes widened as he thought of the pale teen from earlier, thinking of how they bumped into each other. Sighing, he grabbed Marik's wallet and took out some money.

Paying and tipping the other man, Malik took the pizzas, shutting the door after he left. Setting the boxes down, he dropped into a chair, wondering how he was going to get his wallet back. "Who was at the door?" Turning, Malik found Marik standing at the entrance of the hall.

Marik stood dressed in black sweat pants, the cotton fabric sticking to his still wet legs, a plain white towel draped around his neck. His blonde hair clung to his neck and shoulders, some of his hair framing his face. Crystal clear water rolled down his tan chest, down his stomach, stopping as his already damp sweats absorbed them. Violet eyes started at the other teen, surrounded by long, golden lashes, golden eyebrow arched in question, and the silver hoop hanging down. Walking towards his brother, long legs moved with cat-like steps.

Malik turned back towards the pizzas. "Just the pizza man," he stated, standing from the chair, walking into the kitchen, and picking up two clean plates from the dish rack. "Oh, and I used your money to pay him," he added.

Rolling his eyes, Marik grabbed a slice of four cheese, stuffed crust, and pepperoni pizza. "Did you lose your wallet again?" he questioned, wrapping the strands of warm, gooey cheese around his index finger.

"No!" Malik exclaimed defensively, holding out a plate for Marik to put his pizza on. "I accidentally left it at work," the younger blonde stated.

Shaking his head, Marik placed his pizza on the plate, pulling the cheese off his finger with pearly white teeth. "You'd miss place your head if it wasn't attached," he muttered, taking another slice.

Malik glared at his older brother, opening the other box, finding a supreme pizza. Smirking, he grabbed two slices, following the other blonde to the couch. "When's Ishizu coming home?" he asked, sitting in his original spot, Marik sitting on the other side.

"She said she'd be home around midnight," Marik answered, turning towards his younger sibling. "Do you have to work tomorrow?"

Malik shook his head. "I'm stopping in to pick up my wallet, though." He lied. He was not sure where his wallet was, and was not sure how he would get it back.

Nodding, Marik turned his attention back to the TV. "The band is meeting tomorrow at Yugi's," he stated, taking a bit of his pizza.

"Don't you still need a drummer?" Malik questioned.

Marik sighed. "I don't think we'll find one who can keep up with us," he commented.

Malik shrugged. "I'm sure you'll find one," he said. Marik did not say anything, becoming engrossed as the football game came back on.

Ishizu walked through into the apartment, silently shutting the door. Taking off her windbreaker, she set it on the back of a chair, taking off her shoes and setting them next to Marik's by the door. Walking towards the living room, her long black hair flowed freely behind her, resting down her back as she came to a halt. Soft, blue eyes scanned the scene before her.

On the couch lay Marik and Malik, their heads resting on the arm rest. The steady rise and fall of their chest portrayed their unconsciousness, eyes closed as they slept. Smiling to herself, Ishizu grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, unfolded it, and placed it over them. She took the white towel from around Marik's neck and shut off the TV.

Shutting off the living room light, Ishizu took the towel back into the bathroom, hanging it on the towel rack. Heading back down the hall, she went into her room, ready to follow her brother's leads and get some well deserved sleep.