Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! because I was still wetting the bed when it was released. Then again, that doesn't mean a lot for some people.
A/N: Yu-Gi-Oh! Because nothing appeals more to anime/manga fans than card games.
Marik strolled into the dark, dusty building and immediately knew why Bakura had chosen it. Bakura had a knack for overtaking buildings only he could love, places ordinary people would give a wide berth. Therefore, he knew he should expect a private audience with Bakura.
"Fluffy," he called out when no one greeted him.
"Hello, Marik," Bakura said in his ear, and Marik jumped in surprise.
"Don't sneak up behind me. You know you startle me easily," Marik scolded, looking quite cross, "Why did you call me here, anyway? Was my apartment not good enough for you?"
"It wasn't secure enough for what I want to tell you. I needed to make absolutely sure we were alone."
"Bakura, are you going to kill me?"
Bakura frowned. "Don't be a twit. Of course I'm not going to kill you. If I wanted to, I would have done it a long time ago. I actually have something important to tell you."
"Is it about being evil, because I think the council –"
"Shut up and listen. Marik, you know how much I hate singing, right?"
"It's hard to forget since you tell everyone so much."
"And you know that if I did sing, whatever it was would be very important, right?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Right?" Bakura insisted.
"I suppose so. Why?"
"Just listen." Bakura pulled out a remote and clicked a button. Music hummed from the hidden speakers all around the room, and Marik recognized it instantly.
"OMR, Bakura! I didn't know you liked 'What Makes You Beautiful'."
"Normally I don't, but using an established tune makes it easier to get my point across. Sit down, will you." Bakura pushed Marik into a chair, cleared his throat, and began his song.
"You're a duelist,
Maybe the best,
You summon Ra when you are half-undressed.
You like to sing
Like birds in spring;
Your voice lights up my Millennium Ring.
Everyone else on YouTube can see it,
Everyone else but you.
Marik, you light up my Ring like nobody else,
The way you call me Fluffy gets me overwhelmed,
But when I smile to myself it's not hard to tell.
You don't know
Oh oh,
You don't know I'm gay for you.
If only you saw what fangirls see,
You'd understand why I want you so desperately.
Right now the fans are watching and they can't believe
You don't know
Oh oh,
You don't know I'm gay for you.
Oh oh.
Fangirls know I'm gay for you."
Marik stared up at Bakura with shimmering eyes. "Fluffy, that was beautiful. I didn't know you could sing so well."
Bakura smirked, "Yes, well, I had my 15 minutes of fame in high school."
"Were you in a boy band?"
Bakura averted his eyes. "I'd rather not talk about it."
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Bakura said, "So… what do you think?"
"I think LittleKuriboh needs to turn this into a video."
"But what do you think about the song?"
"Oh. It was nice, but a little short."
"It was long enough to express the meaning," Bakura argued.
"What was the meaning?" Marik asked.
Bakura grimaced. "Seriously? Were you even listening?"
"Of course I was. I was just too distracted by your mesmerizing voice to actually pay attention to the lyrics."
Bakura threw his arms in the air and stomped away. "Why do I even bother?"
As soon as Bakura was gone, Marik pulled out a notebook. "Dear Ishizu: Using your Millennium Necklace is cheating. The bet is canceled. Besides, I need the money for a date. PS: Can you help me write a song?"
A/N: Expect a sequal.