Note: This is inspired by This Is My Idea-Marik and Bakura by NephthysAmaya. The link is here http:// www. youtube. com/ watch?v qhwMtJSnFA4, only without the spaces.

Also, I'm trying to put as much as possible from the lyrics of the song. So if something sounds a bit off-character, blame the lyrics.

Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. Nothing. Except the lighter.

Malik-Hikari

Marik-Yami

Ryou-Hikari

Bakura-Yami

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"I can't believe I'm stuck with him all weekend," grumbled Bakura. It was Saturday morning, and instead of being outside, terrorizing innocents, he was stuck inside. Waiting for his hikari's friend's yami, Marik, to arrive and spend the weekend. "I'll bet he doesn't murder, torture or do anything worthwhile."

He glared at his hikari as Ryou practically floated into the room. "Remind me, why am I doing this again?"

"If you don't, I'm stealing all of your knifes and pointy things."

"Oh, yeah," Bakura said, muttering none-too-pleasant curses at Ryou. He was lying on the couch, staring out the window. It was a beautiful day. Sun was shining, birds were singing. It was a perfect day for stealing. "I hate you."

Ryou didn't reply, instead choosing to look over Bakura critically. "You look horrible. Your hair's messy, your clothes are torn and I don't even want to know what's on your face. What happened?"

Bakura shifted guiltily. In truth, he was so mad at Ryou, he picked out the worst clothes he had, dragged his head on the ground and even looked in their refrigerator.

"Nothing happened," he said.

"Well, go clean up. Marik will be here soon."

"No. Why should I care what that motherfucker thinks?"

"Knifes."

"I'm going, I'm going. Ra."

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Marik grumbled as he held on to his hikari, in the backseat of his motorcycle. He was being taken to meet some friend of Malik's friend. He was being forced to meet some jerk or asshole or something, and stay for the entire weekend.

"I hate you, Malik," he muttered. Malik finished screaming "UP YOURS, FUCKER!!!", and then rolled his eyes.

"Don't, Marik. You know this is for your own good, right?"

"How is this for my own good?"

"Well, if you didn't agree, I'd have taken your lighter, and you know how you get all psycho and go on a killing rage without it."

"But WHY do I have to go to this crap, anyway?"

"Oh, look, we're here!" Malik exclaimed. They pulled up to the driveway of an ordinary looking house. If you ignored the blood splattered walls, the decaying plants, and the doll heads sticking on spikes along the edges of the driveway.

They walked up to the front door, Marik carefully avoiding the animal skeletons. Malik took extra delight in crushing them, though. They stood in front of the front door. Marik started glaring at it, in order to be ready to glare at whoever opened the door. Malik rolled his eyes again, and pressed the doorbell.

Ding! It rang. From the inside, Marik could hear shouting and "I ain't getting that shit, shithead!" Finally, a few moments later, a white haired boy opened the door and smiled.

"Hey, Malik," he said. Marik turned up his glare a couple of notches, until it was at 'death glare'. The boy looked at him, shivered, and then smiled.

"And that's Marik," he said.

"No shit, Sherlock," Marik said. "How did you figure that out? It's not like we've ever met before, or I kicked your ass at a duel, or me and Malik were the only ones expected."

The boy ignored him, instead choosing to talk to Malik. "Bakura's right inside. Come on in!"

They grabbed their bags and went in. Inside, there were some burn marks and blood everywhere, but otherwise, it was completely normal.

Bakura was sitting on the couch. He was playing some sort of video game, where he was blasting zombies mindlessly. He looked a lot like the boy who answered the door, only more dangerous and insane. He grunted in greeting.

'He looks conceited,' Marik thought in disgust. He sat down on a chair, not even bothering to grunt in greeting, and started flicking his lighter, on and off. On and off. He was soon captivated by it.

Ryou and Malik stood looking helplessly at their yamis completely ignoring each other. They needed to get their attention. But how?

Malik went to his yami and waved his hand in front of his face. "Marik. Come on, show some manners."

Marik glared at him. "When have I ever shown that shit?"

"You'll start now. Come on, say hi to Bakura!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"If I do, will you shut the hell up?"

"Yes. Please?"

"Fine!" Marik stood up and proceeded to aim his 'death glare' at Bakura, who was also standing up and glaring at him.

"What a total bummer," Bakura said. Marik just glared more.

'If I get lucky I'll get sick all weekend,' they both thought. Bakura went back to blasting zombies, and Marik started flicking his lighter on and off again. Malik and Ryou rolled their eyes.

"Lighter," Malik said. "Pointy things," Ryou added. Bakura and Marik both snapped their heads up and glared at their hikaris. Then, they glared at each other.

"So happy you could come," Bakura said stiffly, sounding like he meant the opposite of what he said.

"So happy to be here," Marik said, disgust evident in his voice. Malik and Ryou looked satisfied, and Marik and Bakura went back to video games and fire respectively.

'How I'd like to run,' they both thought.

"Well, we're going up to my room," said Ryou. "Don't kill anyone."

"No blowing up stuff or setting stuff on fire," Malik added.

"No Shadow Realm at all."

"No rituals."

"No creeping anyone out."

"Have fun!" And with that, Malik and Ryou went up the stairs, carefully avoiding the broken steps. The second they left, Marik and Bakura started glaring at each other.

"This is not my idea," Marik muttered, just as Bakura said "This isn't my idea".

They both said "Of fun."

After about an hour of playing video games and with a lighter, Bakura had the most genius idea. He'd annoy that asshole with his plan!

Careful to look inconspicuous, Bakura started edging closer and closer to Marik. The tomb keeper didn't notice, too captivated with his 'toy'. Suddenly, Bakura screamed "The Pharaoh! What are you doing here?!"

When Marik spun around to see 'the Pharaoh', Bakura quickly snatched the black lighter.

"What are you talking about?" Marik said, still not noticing. "The piece of shi-"

Suddenly he noticed. Bakura was throwing the lighter up and down, up and down, smirking sadistically. Marik looked like he was about to spazz out.

"Give me my lighter, you motherfucking dumbass," Marik said, too calmly for Bakura's liking. Bakura just smirked wider, and said "What will you give me?"

"I'll spare your life…for now."

"No deal, dipshit," Bakura said. He had a feeling that if he smirked anymore, his head would explode. "As if you could stick a knife in me."

He turned the lighter over in his hand, making sure Marik was watching it, when he flicked it on.

When later recalling it, he would admit that that was the precise second Marik snapped.

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Ryou and Malik were upstairs, having lots of fun. Malik was pelting the neighbour's house with eggs, and Ryou was trying to dissuade him. It was awesome there, without their yamis.

They stopped when they heard the bangs and screams of pain and rage. They just stood there, listening quietly to the noises. Finally, with a final yelp and another scream of pain, it became eerily quiet. Malik spoke first.

"I bet you anything Bakura stole Marik's lighter, and Marik freaked out and went on a psychotic frenzy."

"Yeah," Ryou said, sighing. "They're quite a handful, aren't they?"

"Uh huh."

"I mean, I'd never give away Bakura, but he drives me insane."

"And that's why we have this plan! Duh, Ryou, how idiotic can you get?"

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, when suddenly, more screams broke out. There was the sound of a wall breaking, and something about a Shadow Realm. They both winced.

"The children seem to get along quite nicely," Ryou said despairingly.

"We'll join our houses if this arrangement clicks," Malik said wisely.

"My dear Malik," Ryou said, fake snobby, "That's my point precisely."

"We're such good friends," Malik grinned.

"And we'll get more than a few seconds alone!" Ryou seemed delighted.

"So happy we agree," he added after a few seconds. He couldn't stop grinning.

"I think we've got a deal," Malik said. He was happy that Marik was going in a relationship, and would leave him alone.

"Bakura's quite a catch," Ryou smirked his evil-reckless-time-of-my-life smirk.

"This is my idea," Malik announced proudly.

"No, this is MY idea," Ryou frowned.

"Of a match!" They both announced happily.

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R and R!