Author's Note: A little something while I gather together the next chapter for my on going story.
Marik – the kind of creepy and yet very muscular and surprisingly attractive alter ego of Malik.
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"If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it's probably a psychotic little bitch."
Ryou's thoughts lingered on his brother's words before he discarded the comment with a scowl. It didn't even make sense. Ducks weren't psychotic. Now geese… they were a whole different story.
The boy nestled himself more closely to his lover.
"Bakura's a duck," he said out loud.
Marik stirred as he felt the vibration of Ryou's voice through his chest.
"What's that?" he asked sleepily. When he didn't get a response, Marik opened his eyes and looked down. From his position, it looked as if white tufts were protruding from his neck. Ryou grunted an incoherent reply. He smirked and closed his eyes again, drifting to sleep once more.
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A/N: To be politically correct, this is not a drabble. It's 129 words. However, I wanted to experiment with a different pairing that I'd read about, Ryou and Marik. I did not, however, want to write a whole fiction because, well, I wouldn't know what to write. Please leave a comment via the review button found below, if you could be so kind! Thank you.