"MARIK BLOODY ISHTAR!" He heard his room mate yell from the other side of the apartment. Marik barely had time to think and ask what he's done before his room mate had stormed out of his room and angrily walked towards his fist raised, ready to punch him.

"Bakura don't!" he yelled as he pulled his fist back "You wouldn't want to ruin my beautiful face now would you?" he continued. He could tell his comment only made Bakura want to punch him more but he managed to refrain himself from doing so.

"What the hells your problem anyway?" Marik asked, not realising what he could have done to tick Bakura off this much.

"You don't even know? Wow, you're a bigger idiot that I thought you were." Bakura laughed at how angry Marik became when his intelligence was put into question.

"Don't call me stupid! I'm way smarter than you could ever be! After all who was the one to come up with most of the plans to take the millennium items?" he ranted on.

"And all of those miserable "plans" have failed. Face it Marik you're a useless villain."

Marik made a small noise of disbelief "You still haven't told me what you were so mad about"

Bakura looked angry again as he remembered what Marik had done "How many bloody times have I told you NOT to touch my laptop? Its the one single rule you had to follow, and you go ahead and break it anyway!"

Marik fought back half heartedly "I was bored, And I don't have a laptop. Why are you so protective of it anyway?" he pouted.

Bakura growled "None of your damn business! Don't you dare touch it again!" He stormed away back to his room, slamming the door behind his to emphasis how serious he was.

This sparked Marik's curiosity. Why is he so defensive? Has he got something to hide? I was only on for a few minutes, I didn't bother looking through his history or anything. Maybe I should sneak back on and see if he has a dirty secret?

He quickly got rid of those thoughts when he remembered how angry Bakura had been. What would he do to him If he ever found out he had been looking through his personal stuff? He certainly wouldn't be happy.

He would have let the whole thing drop, but an hour later Bakura left his room and headed towards the door, shrugging on his black coat.

"Where are you headed?" he asked curiously. Bakura hardly ever left the house.

"I'm going to the supermarket. You forgot to buy tea again so I'm going to go get some myself" and with that he left.

Leaving his laptop unguarded.

Marik decided to give in to his curiosities and take another look at Bakura's made his way to Bakura's room, determined to find out what he could be hiding from him

Bakura was suddenly reminded why he hated going out anywhere. He tried his best not to shove the ignorant people around him in the subway who kept brushing past him, seemingly not knowing the term "personal space". He hated it down here. It was always packed, the entire place was filthy, and to make it worse he nearly always got lost. He tried to remember
what street the supermarket Marik and he always went to was on, and took what he hoped was the right route there.

Lucky for him, he ended up on a street nearby, and made his way over to the supermarket. He hated having to go shopping just because that bloody blond back home always forgot to buy tea. He let his mind wander to the young Egyptian. Bakura always found his mind doing that. At first he was confused, not knowing why he always thought about him. But after a month of his confusion, it finally hit him. He had developed a crush on Marik Ishtar. At first he was mortified. Why did it have to be Marik? True, Marik was overwhelmingly sexy, with his amazing lilac eyes, soft tanned skin, perfect body and- He shook his head to eliminate all thoughts of Mariks body, looking slightly crazy to any passer-bys.

Marik himself wasn't the problem really, It was more his obliviousness to the entire thing. Bakura tried dropping hints to Marik, play flirting, hoping to get Marik interested, but failed. Marik was so far in the closet too. Any time he jokingly implied he was gay he would get incredibly worked up, practically screaming that he was straight.

Bakura sighed. He was never going to be looked at in that way by Marik, so why did he bother torturing himself by always reminding himself? Because you have a crush on him, idiot.He reminded himself bitterly.

After buying tea, and a few other things, he headed back home. Marik was no doubt, trying to get onto his laptop. He seen the curiosity in his eyes after he yelled at him. He chuckled at the image of Marik trying to get through the security he added to his laptop before leaving. He would probably give up after 5 minutes of guessing.

He didn't want Marik finding those. Those referring to the storied he had written. About him and Marik. Together. He blushed at the thought of them. Why did he have to write those? Why did he have to keep them? But he already knew the answer to those questions.

Because I have a crush on Marik bloody Ishtar