It's just a quick little story I just thought up. Had to write it because if I didn't, then this little plot would've gotten clogged up in my mind and stopped the flow of plots currently in my brain, causing a massive writer's block (at least, that's how I think it works. u_u ) I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh nor the Ishtars.
The television set was switched off. Every computer in the house had shut down. The video games and their console were tucked away in the top shelf of Marik's closet, next to the motorcycle helmet he decided to not use with his motorcycle in favor of another, more time-consuming activity.
Kneeling across the table from each other, Marik and Rishid had their heads bent over and their nimble fingers sifting through pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The house was drowned in total silence as the brothers worked in complete- almost unnatural- concentration.
This piece fits right here…this piece should go with that piece…that doesn't belong there…why won't these pieces fit together?!
Rishid took a quick peek up from his own work to Marik. Even with the teen's sand-blonde hair obscuring the view to Marik's face, Rishid could just imagine the expression the face must be holding: eyebrows furrowed together, button nose scrunched up, pouty bottom lip bitten by the upper teeth; it was his look of focus, frustration, and determination all rolled up into one. Rishid chuckled to himself as he took the scissors out of Marik's hand and resumed his work.
These two pieces fit well…this piece is the wrong piece…wrong piece…right piece, but just upside-down…
Marik pouted as he lost his tool and looked up at Rishid's face, which showed no sign of frustration or strained effort. He observed how Rishid's full lips were drawn into a thin line, how the golden eyes darted left and right and up and down before his lithe fingers always pick up the correct pieces (maybe he was exaggerating- Rishid did put down a few pieces of the puzzle when they didn't fit- but darn if Rishid's part wasn't bigger and more completely put together than his own!). He huffed to himself and went back to his own piece-fitting, tucking the lock of hair that blocked his view behind his ear.
These three seem to go together…put these two in and we're getting somewhere…this is harder than I thought it would be…
The feeling in their legs was beginning to numb into a weird and slightly painful tingle as Rishid and Marik continued placing the pieces together. Soon, Marik will have to go pick up Ishizu from the museum and Rishid will have to start lunch, daily rituals that saved these two young men from becoming bulks of concrete statues at the den's coffee table; at least they can enjoy the quiet distraction from life for a couple of hours.
These three go perfectly together…put these two pieces with this five and we'll be getting somewhere with this…oh, I can see the sunlight just kissing the sandy horizon in this set!
Marik and Rishid stood up and stretched, bringing back the blood flow to their legs and buttocks and relieving the sore muscles around their wrists and necks with quick massages. They walked away from the puzzle that depicted the photo of a sun nestled in the horizon of a sandy landscape surrounding the Nile. At least, what the puzzle will depict when they complete it…
