A/N: Clarification: Yami Marik will be called Mariku Ishtar and Hikari Bakura will be called Ryou Bakura.

One of my OTPs came back to haunt me and drowned me with ideas, so here's one!

What I learned from researching for this fanfic is that Mariku is only 4cm taller than Ryou and flowers can be really expensive.

Hope you enjoy this fic, not sure how long it's gonna be... and if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes, please tell me!


Mariku was annoyed. He just left from his second job interview that day. Both turned him down, because he didn't look "professional" enough. Apparently wearing a fitted handmade suit didn't matter when you're hair is spiked. Why it was important how he looked, while sitting in a stuffy office, trying to sell people stuff they don't need was beyond him. While making an appointment on the phone he was already told, that his voice is perfect for selling things to female customers. All deep and raspy, they said. But as soon as they saw the tattoos and piercings when he walked in, they told him to leave and threatened to call the security. Threatened. He let out a sharp laugh and spit on the sidewalk. A few people, sitting in front of the café he just walked by, flinched, followed by mean looks and hushed conversations. He didn't care, he was used to it. His eyes slowly wandered over hipsters, admirable mothers with small monsters and dinosaur couples; the usual café visitors. The bored expression on his face quickly changed when he saw the flower shop right next to the café. A guy sitting and sipping his decaffeinated iced coffee with soy milk, secretly snapped a picture of Mariku for his blog. But Mariku didn't notice or maybe he just didn't care. The world suddenly stopped when he saw him. Inside the flower shop, a young man happily arranged flowers, grinning to himself. Long white hair tied up in a ponytail with small strands falling in his face, as if they were trying to stop him from doing his beautiful work. His large brown eyes fixed on his pale hands that were tying a ribbon on the basket full of flowers. Sighing, Mariku slowly walked towards the shop window. He never knew how to start conversations. Looking down at the buckets full of flowers before him, he sighed again.


Ryou jumped a little when the door suddenly slammed open. The wind chimes hanging behind the door creating an uncharacteristically loud sound. Picking up the flower he accidentally dropped he turned around with a smile.

One of his favorite parts of his work was making up stories about the customers that came inside the little flower shop. He looked at the man before him; he was wearing a suit with rolled up sleeves and a loosened tie; suit jacket thrown over his shoulder; black pants, a bit tight around the crotch area, rested on shiny leather shoes. Ryou would've said he was an ordinary business man, judging from his outfit, here to buy flowers for his partner or maybe even his secretary. His brown eyes scanned the man once more; dirty blonde hair was standing in every possible direction, which was clearly adding to his height; purplish eyes staring at him, watching his every move; both ears pierced from top to bottom; two lower lip piercings; he could see tattoos on his neck, lower arms and hands and even some on his chest.

Maybe he wasn't an ordinary business man.

The man stretched out his hand, showing him a bundle of tulips."Hey flowerboy! How much are these?"

Ryou took the flowers and smiled. "That'll be 10$. Would you also like a vase?"


Mariku huffed as he put his new vase with the fresh flowers on his wobbling kitchen table. He wanted to fix that one leg in ages, but never came around to actually do it.

Looking at the pink vase with a white butterfly pattern, he started thinking about that guy from the flower shop again. "Flowers are expensive..."