This is not slash people. Just thought I'd make that clear right now. This is based on the universe that exists between Formspring and Twitter. I tried to get both Dartz and Marik as in-character as I could. But, whatever, if I failed, I failed. *shrugs*

The story that exists on Formspring...is a long one. Way too long to actually explain. All that you need to know is that yes, Dartz and Kisara are there and with everyone else. If you want, scroll down on my profile and I made huge post on everything in a nutshell. That should bring you up to speed. That or just ask Bakura any question you want. : www . formspring . me / TheEvilBakura. (Just take out the spaces)

Warnings: None

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

The green-haired Atlantian, Dartz, hefted a sigh. He had been sitting on the same bench in the same park for several hours now, thinking…contemplating. Perhaps it was the fact that the silence was so comforting that he had been there so long. Or maybe it was that he…really did not want to be near anyone.

"Rainbow Head?"

Dartz stiffened instantly as he recognized the voice. Turning his head to the side, he gulped softly before turning his head back, staring ahead. "Marik."

The being he addressed, Marik, approached him slowly, as if afraid the Atlantian would run away from him. However, once he was close enough, he sat next to him. "Watcha doing all the way out here?"

The older immortal stole a glance at the tanned yami, his golden eyes softening slightly. "I should be asking you that, Marik."

Lavender eyes rolled before the youngest yami lay back more comfortably across the bench. Sighing deeply, he spoke, "Maybe I was lookin' for you…"

Dartz sighed with annoyance. "You shouldn't, Marik. I'm not deserving of that."

Now it was Marik's turn to roll his eyes. "Will you stop with that? Honestly, between you, Ryou and the Thief…it's going to make my head spin."

The Atlantian huffed before crossing his arms and turning slightly away from the youngest yami. "It is true, Marik."

The blonde growled in annoyance and grabbed the green-haired immortal by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. "No, it is not. I don't want to hear those words come out of your mouth again, m'kay?"

Taken aback slightly by the force of his friend, Dartz merely nodded dumbly.

Marik chuckled before ruffling the aqua tresses, the chuckling turning into snickering when the Atlantian growled with annoyance and batted his hand away. "Anyway, I would've thought you would be with ol' Bakura and the Dragon."

Dartz sighed again. "They deserve their alone time. I know Kisara does not mind but…I don't know. I do not want to be a third wheel for them."

The tanned yami snorted. "Oh, stop. They adore you, Rainbow Head."

"Heh, I suppose."

Marik grinned. "And, hey, I'm kinda fond of you too."

Dartz actually smiled truly at that but it fell into a frown instantly. "I wish it could have been because of something different…"

The tanned yami's playful expression dropped as well as he absent-mindedly started to scratch at his wrist, his lavender eyes suddenly a little wider. The older immortal noticed this instantly and he quickly grabbed Marik's hand. "Don't…you know that only makes it worse."

Marik snarled and glared at the mark on his wrist. "I hate it. I want it OFF of me!"

Dartz sighed. "I know, Marik. I know. I'm so sorry that happened to you…"

The blonde yami quickly stole a glance at his wrist and felt his stomach clench slightly as his eyes came in contact with the seal of Orichalcos that had been carved into his flesh. He could even still remember when the blasted spirit pressed the stone into his skin and carefully carved the seal along his wrist. He closed his eyes for a moment, pushing the memories back down. "It wasn't your fault."

The Atlantian let out a bark of humorless laughter. "Sure it wasn't. So you're saying it was not I that brought the Orichalcos with him?"

Marik narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "I did not say that, nor does it matter. You know that, Dartzy."

The older immortal snorted and did not speak after that, resting his chin on his palms and staring straight ahead.

Lilac eyes rolled before the tanned yami poked the green-haired immortal in the side. Being ticklish, Dartz yelped and glared at him. "What?"

Marik grinned before laying his marked wrist across the Atlantian's lap. It took a couple of minutes to process but soon he understood and nodded, taking the dark wrist in one hand and letting two fingers glide across the mark lightly in a circular motion.

The younger immortal purred and slumped against the bush, enjoying the soothing feeling it brought him in the area that would usually cause him pain. Dartz smiled slightly and continued his caresses very gently, not wanting to press too hard.

The two stayed like that for several minutes, Marik breathing deeply and Dartz focused solely on soothing the scar on his friend's wrist.

Finally, after sometime, the tanned yami looked over and chuckled. "You know, you're alright there, Rainbow Head. You're alright…"

Dartz smirked. "You're not so bad yourself, tomb keeper…"

And so, under the light of the moon, the two friends sat. The silence that was between them was thick but comfortable as they enjoyed each other's company.

It was a nice change.