Okay so I decided I needed a drabble slot in here. So I start it with Mariku and Ryou-chan. ^_^ Hope you all enjoy. I had fun writing it and If you squint you'll see thiefshipping, despite the fact that Bakura and Malik aren't even in this story, though they are mentioned.

He sat, everyday on the swing set. Not old enough to even take care of himself and he never even swung. He just sat there, staring into space, the sky or at the ground, depending on his mood. Mostly it was at the ground, signaling he was sad.

I haven't ever gotten over my own demented shyness enough to go and talk to him. Scaring people in class was different. I could do that just by looking at someone wrong. He's never with anyone, he's always alone. No one comes to pick him up, much like myself. Maybe, when I get the guts, we can walk home together.

He was pale and had white hair. He obviously wasn't from Japan or Egypt, that was for certain. My own sun kissed skin adored the sun and craved it. I wonder if he likes the sun...? With how pale and small he was, I doubted it. Maybe I should leave small notes asking him questions in his cubbyhole before we had to go to our class. We sat in the order of the English alphabet. His last name starting with B and mine with I, we didn't sit close at all.

I gently push my sandy blond bangs from my lilac eyes. I was different from these children. I had the intelligence of a sixteen to eighteen year old, though I had grown to love the little things the kids got that I normally wouldn't. Like nap time and snack time. I rather enjoyed those simple pleasures. Not to mention the fact I loved being in a place I could learn. Learning to me was fun. I soaked in everything I heard and read, and stored it.

I knew I'd seen this boy from somewhere before… But where? Before this recent year I had been hell bent on taking over the world and plunging it into darkness. Then I got my own body and… this happened. I lifted my hands to look at them, my palms towards my face. I was now no older in appearance then a five or six year old. I still wore the same style of clothing though. I rather enjoyed wearing my tan pants and black sleeveless shirt.

I blinked and suddenly found myself moving towards the boy. He seemed so sad. I would put my shyness away for now and make him feel better! I put my determined face on and marched, quite literally, up to him. "Hey! Cheer up!" I shouted, apparently my nerves got to me again and the next thing I know I'm pushing him off the swing. I attempted to catch him before he crashed to the ground and missed by a hair.

His brown dead eyes widened, some life returning to them, though in fear as he flailed about in the short time before his back collided with the ground. I was frozen to the spot I stood, eyes wide. Why had I done that!? Gods I was an idiot sometimes.

From the ground he stared up at me, our eyes meeting and locking. Before I knew it, his shock began wearing off and his big doe eyes began watering at the bottom. Oh no... he was going to cry.

The white haired boy sniffled, trying with all his might not to cry. "H-Hey.. I-I... Uhmmm... I'm... I.. I don't know what... came over me... I'm... sorry..." I offered my hand to help him up. What the hell was I doing? I used to be an evil genius! I could snap this kid's scrawny little neck if I wanted to!

I mentally sighed at the revelation I just made. If I wanted to. I didn't want to obviously. I had to admit, as a six year old, the other was absolutely adorable. His cheeks were a slightly rosy color from holding back his tears, his skin pale, but not in a sickly way. The way his dark eyes contrasted with all his whiteness... Gorgeous really.

The boy tentatively took my hand and I gently hauled him up, a little too hard might I add. He was so light and his small body crashed into my own and I couldn't help but wrap my small tanned arms around him.

He sniffled and looked me in my eyes. "W-Who are... you?" He asked, his bottom lip quivering slightly. "I... I feel like I should know you from somewhere..." Ah. So I wasn't the only one.

"I'm... I-I'm..." I stuttered much to my own dismay. Damn my shyness and nerves! Damn them all! "MARIK ISHTAR!!!!" I shouted in just trying to get it out. I turned red in embarrassment from my outburst.

"Marik... Ishtar...?" His voice seemed to be thinking and his eyes widened with the revelation. "You... You're... Malik's... Yami...." My eyes widened and I released him, backing away from him. Now I was the one afraid.

". . . Who are you. . . ?" I asked, my voice shaking. I soon backed into a chain-linked fences and was unable to go any further, so I pressed into it as close as I could.

The boy took a few steps up and was again in front of me. "I'm Ryou Bakura." My nerves calmed down. Wait... Bakura? As in the thief? This made much more sense. He was Bakura's hikari.

"You're... Bakura's hikari then?" I asked, now much more calm. I could see me being calm was making him feel better. "Wait... Why are you so small?"

Ryou pouted adorably, huffing and crossing his arms over his small chest. "I could ask you the same thing..." His voice was small, quiet, girly and held a British accent. "I am because during mine and Bakura's separation, I had given him my age and he gave up being a kid again so I could grow up without having the Millennium Ring."

I nodded in understanding. It made sense now. Malik was always saying how much Bakura changed. Little did his big hikari know he was speaking for both Bakura's. I heard the bell ring and smiled a little. "It's time to go back to class." I saw the heartbreak in his eyes which caused me to giggle a little. "Together." I took his hand and lead him back to class.

He smiled too when I looked back at him. "Hey, Marik?"

"Yeah Ryou?"

"I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Ryou. Let's be together for a long time if not forever, okay?"

He nodded eagerly.