A/U: Spur of the moment. Also know as needing to write... Thiefshipping!
Warning: Implied..?
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Bakura slammed the door behind him. He didn't bother to turn around and lock it. He simply didn't care. For a moment his anger abated; he was home. After a crappy day at work, he had a nice, cozy house to… To…
A confused look settled onto his normally confident and smug features.
Why was there a candy heart on the floor?
He looked down at the floor, snowflake hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it away, spotting another candy heart between his feet.
He looked up again, his maroon eyes quickly locating each candy heart in the room. They formed a trail, a trail leading…
Bakura vaguely felt himself dropping his suitcase and overcoat, following the trail of sugar that more than likely caused cancer. He stepped over the colored pieces, making sure not to touch a single piece with his black dress shoes. They were brand new, like hell he was getting them dirty with candy that spouted "I LUV U" and "B MINE."
He found himself loosening his tie as he strode after the candy path, his fingers moving to unbutton his starched shirt as well. The multicolored love notes sprinkled their way upstairs, a curiouser and curiouser Bakura Touzoku following in its wake as it lead him up, up, up the stairs, down the hall, and straight into a closed door.
Bakura opened the door, glad he had looked up when he did, barely avoiding a head on collision with the wooden obstacle keeping him out of his own bedroom.
Marik sat waiting on the bed, his ridiculously effeminate clothes strewn artfully across the floor.
A/N: Nope, not very long. Sorry guys, I'm leaving what happens next to your imagination (except usagisama7874), but I think going into detail would have ruined the effect somewhat... If you read this, please review!