Disclaimer/Notes: I don't own Yugioh. As the challenge this series of fics fills consists of 100 100-word drabbles, I'll be writing and posting them three at a time within a chapter. Drabbles will skip around in time, but are all set within the same "universe".


This Discarded Doll Society

"This discarded doll society," Malik murmurs one evening, Ryou snuggling his left hand while Jounouchi snores to his right. "Three puppets, thrown away. Thralls broken free..."

Spoken, the words ring absurd. Jounouchi's hand, flailing in dreams- "you take that back, Kaiba you bastard!" -strikes him hard across the chest. Ryou, undisturbed, giggles at some unconscious joke.

Malik sighs, closes his eyes. This isn't grandiose, no matter how many pretty words he spins. It won't change the world, it hasn't any grand destiny. This hodgepodge, this slapdash arrangement, just - is.

It's kind of refreshing, to finally just be.

Arbitrary Accidents

Fate had nothing to do with it, this time.

Ryou'd become scarce; Jounouchi'd noticed, in a quiet, worried, big-brotherly way - or so he told himself, denying quiet, worried, not-so-big-brotherly thoughts. So he'd followed the boy - to the museum, to the arms of Malik Ishtar himself.

"Oh, for..." Malik frowned. "Just get over here."

Cowed, Jounouchi'd grumbled all the way over, until silenced by a pair of dark lips searing his own shut. By the time a pale set joined them, nervous but encouraged by Malik's smile, the deal'd been sealed.

And not even God knew what'd happen now.

Manning Up

Bakura Ryou is not this sort of boy!

"I-I can't!" he protests, face flushed ruddy from steam and horror, flinching from what looked like judgment in Malik's critical eyes. "Please..."

"Oi, man up, already!" Standing, Jounouchi sloshes over; Ryou cowers, clutching something to his chest, but a single yank and he's not only been freed of his burden, but fallen yelping into the water to boot. "It's just a freakin' onsen! Bathe with your towel off!"

Stripped, Ryou bubbles miserably; Malik smirks from across the spring. Lucky Malik. His scars are on his back.