" I'm Making a special soup Just for you Bakura! My dad made it for me when I was sick, but he usually added snake venom, but since we don't have that I'm using hot sauce." Marik grinned looking at him.
He slapped his self in the face, really? Really, hot sauce? That stuff was bloody hot. Not only was it hot, but his taste buds were so sensitive. He swears if Marik even dar-
" It's ready Bakuraaaaa" Marik chimed running over, placing the bowl Near Bakura, "Eat up Bakura!"
"Marik, this looks like you just took hot sauce and drenched your fake tan spray in it," He coughed choking at the smell.
" Bakura how many times have I told you my tan is one-hundred percent genuine!" Marik whined. Bouncing onto Bakura's lap,"So Bakura, you going to eat? Or will I force you?" Marik exclaimed holding a spoon.
"Marik I'm quite capable of feeding mysel-" He was rudely interrupted by Marik shoving the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed forcefully," That was bloody disgusting!" He coughed, the numbing soup burned through his mouth like wild fire. His face bright red from the fact Marik was sitting on him and feeding him.
" Bakura I think your fever is kicking in again! Your face is all red!" He pouted holding his arms,"Lay down, I command you, Fluffy!" He said, pushing Him down on the couch," I'll go get a blanket!" Marik said jumping up and running to search for a blanket.
The wanker was so stupid. Getting him all flushed and then running off. He'd never admit he liked Marik. The thought that he would even like him back is silly. He laid tiredly. Finally falling asleep.
