A/N:If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, Marik and Bakura would be in every episode. Yes. Yes they would. So I'm afraid I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sadly. Enjoy your crappy thiefshipping.
Things usually start the same way.
With a question.
Do I exist?
Couldn't say.
I don't think so.
Why would you say that?
Not in a way that matters, anyway.
There's something wrong with me.
Maybe I'm sick.
Maybe I finally cracked.
But it's something.
I'm not here.
You're not here.
This world doesn't exist.
Not in a way that matters, anyway.
I'm not really in this place, am I?
I don't feel like I am.
Well, of course not.
What?
Nothing matters in the end, to anyone other than oneself.
You matter.
To me.
To me.
What?
Shut up.
I'm broken, I know.
Broken, exploitable.
Unimportant.
I don't feel like I'm here.
Not in my body.
Not laying next to you.
Whatever. Some things matter, but no one person does.
I'm serious. You do.
Why?
I'm just a child.
Somehow.
Despite everything I've done, I'm just a child.
A broken, stupid child who knows nothing of the world.
You?
You're broken, yes.
Beautiful.
Grown up.
Not a child.
You exist in a way that matters.
You matter. That's all I'm saying.
Now I'm curious. What brought this on?
I don't really know how to answer that. Did I freeze up? Did I shudder?
You shift.
I answer.
Nothing really.
I wave my hand.
Hn.
I sigh.
Now I'm sure I'm sick.
I don't feel like a person anymore.
Maybe I never was.
Maybe I'm not.
I don't think that I deserve that title.
Person.
You're quiet for a while.
Kul Elkna mattered.
Revenge matters.
The pharaoh mattered.
Past tense?
Worthless pursuit really. He's so...
Don't finish that sentence.
I laugh - fake - and you do the same.
Is there such a thing as a real laugh?
Yes.
I know there is.
I've laughed for real with you before.
Why?
Why would I ever be happy for real?
Oh, yeah.
You.
Beautiful, aren't you?
Evil, yes.
Insane, yes.
Beautiful, yes.
Hey.
Yes?
Are you all right?
Why do you ask?
I avoid answering.
I'm done lying.
To you anyway.
Why do I-look, you just asked if you existed. If that isn't some sort of sign I don't know what is.
Okay, fine. I'm not all right. But have I ever been all right, Bakura?
Your name is nice.
Natural.
It feels right.
It brings me back to being myself for a moment.
You laugh for real.
It makes me want to cry and laugh and hug you and punch you all at once.
I want to scream.
You make me feel alive.
And then you make me feel gone again.
Did I hit my head on something?
What did bring this on?
Why am I thinking like this?
Bakura?
Yes?
Why are people conscious? Why can't we just be automatic animals with no capacity for memory, like snakes?
I...don't know, Marik. Why are people conscious?
I was asking you.
In a way, I do wonder.
In another I don't.
I think that I'm alive so I can hear you say my name.
Is it as natural for you to say mine as it is for me to say yours?
Why does your voice bring me back to myself?
Bakura?
What?
Tell me something.
Tell you what?
Anything. Just say something.
Why?
Do I have to answer that?
Yes.
And if I don't have a tangible answer?
Sorry.
Please?
Okay, Marik.
You say my name.
I feel warm.
What the hell do you want to hear?
Anything. Tell me a story about you.
Um...okay.
You begin to speak, telling me tales of the Thief King and all the things he - you - did.
I feel so much safer.
So much more real.
I can hear your voice wavering.
You want to rest.
I know.
I'm sorry, Bakura.
Why do I like to hear your voice?
I don't care about the words; I've heard it all before.
I just want to hear your voice.
How do I feel about you?
I know I don't hate you.
Anymore.
What is it?
It's as strong as the hate was.
Maybe stronger.
Marik? Are you awake?
Yes. Of course I am.
I already told you most of these stories.
Tell them again.
Why?
I like them.
Last time I was telling them you said they were boring and you didn't care.
I don't.
Don't what?
Care.
Then why the bloody hell are you forcing me to tell them?
Because I like to listen to you.
Shit.
I said it.
I wonder what your reaction will be?
Um...
'Kura?
Yes? What is it this time?
I kiss you.
Not uncommon.
Never so innocent, though.
Thanks.
Goodnight.
Uh. Good...Night?
I press my face into your chest and whisper what I just figured out.
I'll always wonder if you heard me, I think.
You'll never fess up to it.
That or never let me live it down.
I have no idea why I said it.
Illogical.
I shouldn't have.
I'm terrified now because I said it.
I love you.
You're silent.
The quiet is peaceful, unlike before.
A long pause, and I start to think you fell asleep for once.
Then you whisper.
So quiet I can hardly hear you.
So quiet I may have imagined it.
I hope I didn't.
A/N again:Uhhh...Review please? IDK.