Title: I Got a Boy
Rating: T
Pairing: Marik-centric, but mainly Thiefshipping
Note: When I provide the Korean lyrics in the stories, I will include the English equivalent in parentheses unless the original lyrics are already in English
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO, Girls' Generation songs, or YGOTAS. Credit of course goes to Kazuki Takahashi, Girls' Generation/SMTOWN and Little Kuriboh respectively.
Story Format: All stories will be linked together in some way. Think of it like a TV show that have a different plot each episode.
I Got a Boy is a series of stories surrounded around everyone's favorite effeminate Egyptian. Each story includes Marik, of course, and a Girls' Generation song either incorporated in the story's plot or as a songfic. What do you get when you mix Marik and K-Pop together? The exact same Marik. Only now we know where he gets his outfit choices from. Marik-centric. Thiefshipping.
Chapter 1 I Got a Boy
Summary: After Bakura catches Marik dancing to a Girls' Generation song, Marik's claim about being straight goes down the drain. When Marik and Bakura have a bet to find out if Marik is indeed straight, what will arise from it? Thiefshipping. Abridged personalities.
Knock, knock.
Isis Ishtar opened the front door to reveal Bakura with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Well good morning Bakura. What brings you here?" Isis asked, stepping aside to let Bakura inside.
"I'm here to pick up the girl you have posing as your little brother." Bakura smirked, walking inside the Ishtar residence.
"Please, Marik is not a girl." Isis rolled her eyes, closing the door behind Bakura. "He is pretty masculine... at times."
"Then why does he wear makeup?" Bakura asked.
"Because for some reason he likes it." Isis sighed, walking into the kitchen. "Marik is upstairs in his room, probably getting ready. And be sure not to wake up Melvin while you're up there. He tends to kill things that wake him up in the morning."
"Oh… right." Bakura said nervously. Knowing how insane Melvin is, there was no way he could escape his wrath.
After being silent, he noticed music coming from upstairs.
Ayo! GG!
"Marik." Bakura sighed, heading towards the stairs. "Just what the hell is he doing?"
Yeah Yeah shijakhae bolkka? (Yeah Yeah, shall we start?)
Omo! yae jom bwahra yae, museun ili isseotkillae meoril jallatdae? eung?
(Uh-muh! Look at her, look. What happened to her that she cut her hair? huh?)
Omo! tto yae jom borago! meoributeo balkkeutkkaji seutayili bakkwiiyeosseo
(Uh-muh! Again look at her, look! From head to toe, her style has changed)
Waeh keuraetdae? Kunggeumhae jukkenne waeh keuraetdae? Marhae bwahbwah jom
(Why did she do that? I'm curious to death, why did she do that? Tell me)
Ha Ha! Let me introduce myself! Here comes trouble!
Tttara hae! (Follow after me!)
Oh oh oh yeah oh, oh oh yeah oh,
Neo jalnasseo cheongmal! (You really are something else!)
Bakura walked up the stairs and crept by Melvin's room. Sighing in relief, he continued trekking to Marik's room. When he was a few feet away, he could hear music coming from his room. As he got closer, the music got louder.
Jiga mwonde? Utkyeo. (Who is she? Ridiculous)
Neomu kotdae sen geo ani? (Do you know you're too self-assertive?)
Nabogo pyeongbeomhadanda yae (She thinks I'm average)
Eo~~keu namja wahnjeon mame deureonna bwah! (Yeah, I guess she really liked him!)
Bakura presses his ear against Marik's door. He could hear the Egyptian humming along to the obviously all girl band. Bakura smirked and continued to listen. The song obviously wasn't Japanese, Arabic, or English, none of Marik's spoken languages learned. He was amused at Marik's attempts to sing the song.
"It must be Korean." Bakura muttered.
Maldo andwaeh! Maldo andwaeh! (No way! No way!)
Neomu yeppeojigo sekshihae jyeosseo keu namja ttaemuniji?
(She became so pretty and sexy, it's because of him, right?)
Mureobol ppeon haetdanikka? Neo bakkun hwahjangpumi mwonji
(I almost asked her what her new makeup was)
Growing tired of standing at the door, Bakura pounded his fist on Marik's door.
"Marik! Hurry up and come out! We have stuff to do today! If we don't hurry up we'll miss the movie."
All Bakura got in return was more of Marik's pathetic singing and the girl band playing in the background.
Sashil na, cheoeum (Truthfully, I've seen it for the first time)
Bwahsseo sangcheo ibeun yasu gateun gipeun nun (The deep eyes, like a scarred beast)
Yaegiman haedo eojil haetdanikka (I was dizzy by just talking to him!)
Neo jalnasseo cheongmal! Jalnasseo cheongmal! (You really are something else! You really are something else!)
Oh oh oh yeah oh, oh oh yeah oh,
Neo jalnasseo cheongmal! (You really are something else!)
Oh oh oh yeah oh, oh oh yeah oh,
Neo jalnasseo cheongmal! (You really are something else!)
Getting impatient, Bakura kicked Marik's door open.
Ayo stop! Let me put it down another way.
Bakura's eyes widened at what he saw next. The laptop blasting the music was none other than one of K-Pop's greatest all girl bands: Girl's Generation. Their "I Got a Boy" music video was playing. The extremely girly Korean band is not what shocked Bakura the most.
Marik was in front of his laptop imitating the dances the nine girls were executing. Marik was crouched, his legs spread apart. His hips swayed left and right slowly, his arms behind his head.
"I got a boy meotjin! I got a boy chakhan! I got a boy handsome boy nae mam da kajyeogan!" Marik sang the only Korean part he knew in his nasal voice.
"Marik." Bakura scowled.
Marik froze, turning around to see the amused face of his partner in crime. Marik quickly stood up straight and closed laptop, thus ceasing the Girls' Generation track.
"Hello!" Marik said nervously. "You totally did not see me dancing to K-Pop."
Bakura shook his head. What was seen could not be unseen.
"All arguments you had about being straight are invalid." Bakura smirked, walking inside the blond teen's room.
"I am totally straight!" Marik cried. "I-I was just busy getting off on looking at those girls dance." He said unconvincingly. "I mean, have you seen Yoona's figure? It's so damn perfect!"
"Oh, is that so? That explains why you dress like her in the middle of winter." Bakura sneered, pointing at Marik's stomach exposing black leather tank top and his tight blue jeans.
"No!" Marik covered his abs with his hands. "Not at all!"
"Or is it the makeup?" Bakura eyed Marik's desk. It held foundation and eyeliner.
"No!" Marik insisted, knocking the makeup off the desk.
"Or is it the fact that you were dropping it like it was hot all over the floor?" Bakura grinned, Marik's imitation of GG's dance resurfacing in his mind.
"Not that either! Ever heard of aerobics?" Marik asked lamely.
"Oh, I know! Maybe it's the fact that you are a fan of one of the girliest K-Pop bands ever." Bakura concluded.
"Er…I… grrr I am one hundred percent straight!" Marik shouted.
"Keep telling yourself that. Marik, you are the gayest person I've ever seen. What other straight guy do you know wears makeup and listens to extremely girly music?" Bakura asked.
"…Pegasus?"
"Marik, he's a fruitcake. And thus, my point is proven."
"Uh, er, so Bakura. What brings you here?" Marik asked, dying to change the subject.
Bakura crossed his arms. "Oh, and that reminds me. The movie you wanted to see today is Frozen. Bloody Frozen, Marik. A Disney movie based on a fairytale with princesses falling in love and all of that other fantasy shit."
"Your point?" Marik rolled his eyes.
Bakura sighed, then a light bulb turned on in his head. Bakura smiled evilly.
"B-Bakura, what's with that look?" Marik asked anxiously.
"Well, how about we settle this once and for all?" Bakura suggested. "We can always catch the movie later today."
Marik raised an eyebrow in interest. "Settle if I'm gay or not?"
Bakura nodded. "Precisely. Unless you're afraid of coming out of the closet."
Marik narrowed his eyes. "I am not in the closet because I am not gay. But fine, we can settle this dispute."
"Now we're getting somewhere." Bakura chuckled. "Now, I bet that by the end of today, I can make you realize your sexuality. And if I win, I get whatever I want. If somehow you manage to stay in the closet, what do you want in return?"
Marik grinned. "I want whatever I want as well."
"Deal."
The two shook on it.
"Well, Marik, you better pack a bag with a few other outfits, which shouldn't be too hard for you. Gays dress well. They don't spend all that time in the closet doing nothing." Bakura smirked.
"Oh, friggin hell Bakura! Shut up!" Marik snarled.
"Wait, wait, I have one more." Bakura sniggered.
Marik sighed in frustration. "What?"
"What do you and Narnia have in common?" Bakura asked.
"What?"
"You're both in the closet."
With a loud laugh, Bakura turned around and walked out of Marik's room. "I'll be back here in about fifteen minutes."
"Grrr! Why do I need more outfits?" Marik griped, sticking his bottom lip out.
"Because if I'm going to force you out of the closet, I'll have to take drastic measures." Bakura replied. "Oh, and by the way, quit sticking your lip out. Someone just might bite it."
Marik blushed as Bakura walked back downstairs, cackling the entire way.
Fifteen minutes later, Marik heard Bakura return. Marik rushed downstairs, elated to see him.
"Bakura-!" Marik cut himself off. Surely he would call him gay again if he shouted his name in glee. Instead, he cleared his throat and calmly walked downstairs, throwing his jacket over his shoulder like a stereotypical guy.
"I mean… sup?" Marik asked.
Bakura stifled his laughter. Marik's face and voice did not match the masculine attitude he was trying to put forth. Even though he would never admit it, he thought his attempt looked rather attractive.
"Well then Marik, let's get going." Bakura told him.
"Okay, Fluffy." Marik grinned. "I'm just letting you know that after I win this bet, you'll have to buy me a ticket to see Girl's Generation in concert. They're coming to Japan soon!"
"How very straight of you." Bakura smirked.
"What bet is this?" Isis asked from the kitchen, curious.
"Uh, er, nothing!" Marik cried before Bakura could answer. "It's something silly. Oh, I smell koshary! That's my favorite!"
Isis smiled gently. "Yes, I know. That's why I'm preparing it. Well after it's done I'm going on to work. Feel free to reheat it after you return home."
"Okay, sis! Bye!" Marik tugged Bakura out of the house.
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"Marik, what was that all about?" Bakura asked as Marik continued to drag him along.
"Nothing at all. I don't want Isis thinking I'm gay." Marik replied quickly.
"Oh please. Bakura scoffed. "Even Isis probably has figured out-"
"Didn't' we have a bet?" Marik interrupted him, looking Bakura directly in the eye. "It's 11 o'clock, Fluffy. The last showing for Frozen is at nine. If you keep standing around, I'll win this bet easily."
Marik continued walking without Bakura. Bakura slowly grinned. For a second there, he almost seemed like a man… too bad his outfit and makeup say otherwise.
"Well princess, our first stop is at the gym." Bakura smirked.
"What? Why? I am so in shape! I mean, have seen any abs sexier than mine?" Marik snapped, pointing at his exposed stomach.
"Well, if you've been dancing to Girls' Generation for a while, then yes, I guess you are in shape." Bakura snickered, walking past Marik.
"Meanie…" Marik pouted.
"Oh, and to answer your question." Bakura stopped, looking back at the effeminate teen. "No, I haven't seen any sexier abs."
Marik blushed again. "A-Are you flirting with me?"
Bakura smirked. "I was simply answering your question. But hey, if you aren't gay, then it wouldn't bother you so much, would it?"
Bakura continued walking, and Marik followed. "So what exactly doing at the gym if we aren't working out?" The Egyptian asked, curious.
Bakura chuckled to himself. "Have you watched the movie Like Mike?"
Marik frowned. "Yes, very long time ago. Why?"
Bakura sneered at Marik. "Well, we let's make like Lil Bow Wow and let's play some-"
~.~.~.~
"Basketball?!" Marik stared at the basket and the basketball Bakura was holding. "Nooo! I can't get sweaty now! I spent so much time on my hair this morning!"
"Oh?" Bakura smirked. "Really?"
"I-I mean, no I don't care about my looks. I'm a tough guy. I just…" Marik stared at the tall basket in front of him.
"What's the matter? All straight guys know how to put a ball in a basket. Surely you know how to play?" Bakura told him.
"Don't call me Shirley." Marik barked at Bakura. "And besides, isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Ha, I don't know what surprises me more." Bakura said. "The fact that you have no idea what to do, or the fact that your gym shorts are so short they put Miley Cyrus to shame."
"Silence!" Marik shouted, snatching the basketball from Bakura. "I know exactly what to do."
Marik tentatively dribbled the basketball and tossed it upwards towards the basket. The basketball didn't come close to the basket. Instead, it came back down and hit Marik on the head.
"Owww!" Marik yelped, rubbing his head. "That basketball is a friggin bitch!"
Bakura cackled. "Oh come now, Marik. At least shoot the ball at the basket."
Marik scowled at Bakura. "All straight guys can play basketball my ass! Let me see you shoot!"
Bakura calmed his laughter. "I would, but I never said I was straight, now did I?" He murmured, brushing Marik's shoulder. "Now, unless you want to ruin your hair, let's go."
Marik felt butterflies flutter in his stomach after Bakura brushed him. Ignoring them, Marik followed Bakura out of the gym, making sure the basketball didn't ruin his hair.
"Okay…" Marik began. "So I may suck at basketball-"
"Oh Marik, I'm pretty sure suck a lot of things."
"Friggin hell Bakura! Get your head out of the gutter!" Marik snapped. "Anyways, I may not be so good at sports, but you have to understand that I spent most of my life in Egypt… underground. So these mainstream sports are unfamiliar to me."
"Of course, of course." Bakura replied. "But I'm sure the emotional scarring has destroyed any feelings you have, right?"
"Wow, Bakura. You're kind of an asshole." Marik said.
"Marik, you tried to kill the pharaoh in cold blood." Bakura pointed out. "Surely you can resist the urge to express emotion."
"I told you not to call me Shirley." Marik rolled his eyes. "So what's your next challenge, then?"
"The manliest thing ever." Bakura grinned. "You have to watch Mufasa's death scene and not shed a tear."
"What! No!" Marik cried. "But Simba was so distraught!"
"Are you a straight man, or aren't you?" Bakura asked him, enjoying Marik's confliction.
"Urgh… fine! Roll the friggin clip." Marik caved in.
Bakura and Marik walked over to a bench and sat down. After taking out his phone, Bakura quickly went on YouTube and put Mufasa's death scene on the search bar.
"Oh, damn it." Bakura seethed. "YouTube blocked the video."
"Why?" Marik asked, tilting his head.
"Copyright infringement or some stupid shit like that." Bakura muttered.
After more searching, Bakura finally pulled the scene up.
"Enjoy." Bakura snickered, handing the phone and his headphones to the Egyptian.
"You have no soul." Marik whined.
"You're right."
"Shut up."
As soon as Mufasa fell into the stampede of wildebeests, Bakura saw Marik choke up. Then, after Simba screamed for help, Marik's tears finally shed.
"Nooo, Simba! I'll help you!" Marik cried. "Damn you, Scar! I'll destroy you in the name of Matthew Broderick!"
"Well, you obviously failed." Bakura smirked, taking his stuff back. "I enjoyed watching you squirm."
"Yeah, I'm sure you did, you sadistic kitty." Marik snapped. "What else do you have for me? Tell me it's no sports or movies that make you wanna kill somebody."
"Alright, fine." Bakura sighed. "How about this? Let's go back to my house. Seriously, it's way too cold outside. We'll finish up there."
"At…your house?" Marik repeated, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Yes." Bakura raised an eyebrow. "What's with you now? You've been to my house countless times."
"Right…"
He's right. Why am I self-conscious all of a sudden? Marik twiddled his thumbs.
As soon as they settled in Bakura's house, Bakura looked at Marik in the eye. "Okay, so next thing I'm going to do is test your taste in things. Some things just scream gay, so here we go."
"Ready!" Marik sat up straight on the sofa.
"What is your favorite musical?" Bakura asked.
"Mamma Mia!" Marik cried.
Bakura scoffed. "That makes way too much sense."
"What?" Marik asked.
"Next question." Bakura told him. "Who is your favorite music artist?"
"Lady GaGa!"
"Wow, your favorite artist is one of the most influential LGBT supporters ever." Bakura grinned wickedly.
"Hey, that's just a coincidence!" Marik insisted.
"Right. Are you a vegetarian?" Bakura asked already knowing the answer.
"Bakura, you already know I am." Marik rolled his eyes.
"Of course. Have you ever fantasized about guys?"
Marik's face turned beet red. "N-No!"
"I'll take your blushing and stammering as a yes." Bakura smirked. "Next. Do you wear makeup?"
"Friggin hell Bakura, yes I do! Plenty of straight men wear makeup!" Marik snapped.
"Unless you're a straight man on Broadway, I don't think so." Bakura told him. "Then again, that's pretty rare as well."
"Now you're just being ridiculous and stereotypical! All so I can get out of the "closet". I'm not in the closet because I'm not gay!"
Bakura chuckled and scooted closer to Marik. "Tell me, was the guy you fantasized about me?"
Marik scooted away, heat rising to his face. "W-Why do you wanna know who I fantasize about?"
Bakura scooted even closer, running a hand up Marik's arm. "Why is it such a secret? If you were fantasizing about Channing Tatum of something, then that's understandable. But…"
Bakura's hand ran down the blond Egyptian's leg. "If it's someone you know personally, then I see why you're keeping it a secret."
Marik shivered, pleasure coursing through him.
"Oh? Is this bothering you?" Bakura asked seductively, placing a kiss on his neck.
"Why, Bakura…?" Marik murmured. "Let's say I am in this closet of yours. Why do you want me out of it so bad? I mean, Narnia is a pretty cool place. There are talking lions voiced by Liam Neeson, centaurs, and children with annoyingly strong British accents. No offense. Why would I want to leave such a magical place?"
Bakura chortled. Losing the rest of his self-control, Bakura threw his head back and laughed.
"Bakura, this is not funny!" Marik moaned, covering his face with his hands.
Bakura put his arms around Marik. "You're so clueless it hurts. But… I may have a personal reason for wanting you out of the closet."
"Personal?" Marik repeated, never moving his hands. "How so?"
Bakura leaned in and removed Marik's hands from his face. He captured Marik's lips with his, pulling the Egyptian closer to him. Marik felt all of his walls of denial collapse, finally accepting his sexual orientation and his inner feelings for Bakura.
Bakura was pleasantly surprised when he felt Marik kiss him back.
Well, well, well… looks like my feelings aren't one-sided after all.
When air became a problem, Bakura hesitantly pulled away.
"Well Bakura… it looks like you won the bet.' Marik whispered. "So what is it that you want?"
Bakura opened his mouth to say something, but then he looked away, a dusting of pink on his pale cheeks.
"Who's being secretive now?" Marik grinned. "Go on, tell me."
Bakura growled, reluctant to verbalize his feelings. "I… I already got what I wanted."
Marik tilted his head to the side. "What? I don't follow."
"Don't choose now to be an airhead!" Bakura snapped.
"I'll have you know that I am not a candy!" Marik huffed.
Bakura facepalmed. "You deserve to go to the Shadow Realm for that."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what you want." Marik said firmly.
Bakura sighed and swallowed his pride. "I… wanted you to be my partner…not just in crime, but… romantically. And when you kissed me back, I assumed we were no longer just friends."
Marik beamed at Bakura. "Really?"
Before Bakura could come up with a sarcastic reply, Marik grabbed Bakura and kissed him.
"I got a boy meotjin!" Marik softly sang between kisses.
"Oh, speaking of that song." Bakura said, pulling away slightly. "How did you even become a K-Pop fangirl?"
Marik sweat dropped. "That is a story for another time."
And indeed it is a story for another time… specifically the next story. Yup, chapter two's story reveals how Marik got into K-Pop.
Also, with the lyrics, would you rather have just Korean, just the English translation, or both? I did both because I wasn't sure what was wanted.
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