Okay, explanation time...Basiaclly put, I draw a lot of comics about this two. And I mean a lot. Lately I've been putting those comics into fanfiction, so you can all enjoy them. One particular sort of...'storyline' or repeating theme in my fictions is Yami trying to understand the mechanisms of Bakura and Marik's relationship; mainly how Bakura can stand everything Marik does. So this fan-fic will be a collection of one-shot stories, all basically about Yami observing from the outside on how the two interact.

So main pairing is Psychoshipping; others that may be refered to are Angstshipping, Puzzleshipping, or Puppyshipping. They'll never be a main thing, but they may be referenced. Maybe, maybe...there will eventually be a Yamishipping one. I'm not sure. We'll see

Disclaimer: If I owned YuGiOh, Marik and Bakura would never be seperated for longer then an hour

Silence was an unusual thing to hear upon entering the house of the two largest psycho's in the world, so much that he actually hesitated in the open door - knocking was never necessary, because the door was always left open since neither occupant cared who entered for what reason. As long as they did whatever they wanted quietly.

Frowning thinly and slowly easing into the house the leather garbed male made his way into the first room; the kitchen to the immediate right of the door. As he had suspected, one of the owner's was sitting at the table, pencil in hand, lazily doodling on a piece of paper. The reason for the silence was made known quickly - the other occupant of the house was currently absent.

Good. That made this all the easier. "Hey thief?" Yami's voice broke the silence; the named albino didn't even so much as twitch at the sudden sound, instead lazily lifting his eyes from the page with an absent sort of hum, acknowledging the other's presence as well as encouraging him to say what he wanted to. After all, the question had been obvious in the fellow dark's voice, so it was easy to guess he had something more to say.

"I've been wondering.." Was how he began, arms folding over his leather-clad chest as he gazed down at the pale spirit sitting before him. "What exactly do you see in Marik anyway?"

A pale eyebrow was raised in enquiry, encouraging the ex-pharaoh to explain exactly what he meant by that. "I mean, he's crazy, spontaneous, and makes no sense half the time; and yet you no only put up with him, you also love him unconditionally....why?"

Whatever the spirit had been intending to say in response was rendered moot by the loud exclamation that caused him to twist in his chair. "KURA!"

Lips came crashing down upon his own; much to Yami's surprise Bakura didn't even miss so much as a beat, one hand flashing up to fist purple material and yank Marik closer, responding to the kiss without the slightest hesitation.

The instant the kiss broke a tanned forehead was pressed firmly against a pale one, deep purple gazing into red tinted brown. "I missed you so much." The youngest yami crooned, earning an amused grin from his lover.

"You were only gone for fifteen minutes." The thief teased, seemingly unsurprised by the startled expression that crossed tan features at that statement.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Wow..." Frowning thoughtfully the blond pressed closer to the blue haired, one hand sliding up to rest against the one still gripping the material of his cloak. "'To long' is an awful lot shorter then I remember.."

A moments pause as the two mused over that, Yami looking from one to the other with a growing look of understanding. Ra, he could practically taste the love radiating off those two..it was immense. Undeniable; with everything they did, it was just...

Suddenly excitement sparked on purple eyes and Marik grinned hugely, gently removing the hand gripping his cloak and setting it down. "I picked you up some dinner from the butcher!" He announced with an almost giddy tone, spinning around and bounding away. "I'll go get it!"

Red-brown watched him as he disappeared out the still open door, tender smile slowly blending into a much more arrogant smirk as Bakura turned back to face the stunned pharaoh still standing in front of him. "You were saying...?"

"Wow..." Was the first thing Yami managed to murmur, raising his eyebrows slowly. It all made sense now; the reason Bakura could love Marik as much as he did...was because Marik loved him even more. "Well, that answers my question."

Smirking now the thief returned his attention to the paper before him, picking up his pencil and beginning to draw. "Good. Now go away so I can finish drawing you in a dress."

Nodding obediently Yami began to turn away; then the words sank in.

"....Wait."

Don't ask me why Bakura was drawing Yami in a dress...O_O I have no idea. Originally he was actually drawing Yami on fire. But I changed it. Just cuz.

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