Paige: Well, here's chapter two! :D

Marik: Took you long enough.

Paige: = . = Just go do the Disclaimer…

Marik: Paige doesn't own Yugioh, if she did it would all end up being yaoi…

Paige: You have a point. :3

The truth is I hate you

Chapter 2- The Day Begins

Bakura glared at the other yami out of the corner of his eyes as he fixed the Egyptian yami his scrambled eggs. He didn't even want him in his house but, there he was, fixing him breakfast.

Oh, Bakura had asked why the Egyptian was there but, he hadn't got any real answers.

"What are you even doing here?" the albino had asked.

Marik had shrugged. "Can I drop by every now and then?"

No… Bakura thought to himself. Not after that ridiculous dream that he had.

He finished making the eggs and scrapped them onto a plate, then threw it on the table in front of the other yami. He had forgotten why he was even making Marik breakfast in the first place, if he even had a reason, which for some reason his brain drifted back over to when Marik never really gave him a reason for being in his house at nine o'clock in the morning.

But, Bakura didn't ask anymore, nor did he want to. He was really starting to care less at this moment in time. Or, maybe he just didn't really want to find out what Marik was doing in his house. He wasn't quite sure.

"Bakura, aren't you going to come and sit down with me?" Marik called from the table.

Bakura sighed. He didn't' really want to go in there with him though… Maybe he could eat standing up-

"Don't even think about it." Marik's hot breath tickled the albino's ear causing Bakura to jump back almost dropping the pan that had the mix of his omelet in it.

"Cut that out! Geez, you're such a freak." Bakura cursed silently under his breath for being such a girl back there.

"Is that really how you think of me?"

"Now that I think about it… yes, that's it." Bakura rolled his eyes, returning his attention to his egg mixture.

He heard the footsteps of the yami, loud at first then slowly fade away. Bakura scoffed. How else was he supposed to see him? As a friend? Bakura highly doubted that. He didn't really even count Marik as a human. Well, at least most of the time.

Then he continued making his own breakfast, trying to forget about the yami for a little while… but, he wasn't doing a great job of it. He could hear the TV several feet away being turned on and channels being flipped through… Which meant the yami was now watching his TV.

Bakura sighed as he got the sudden urge to walk in there and yell at Marik he controlled himself and stayed in the kitchen until his omelet was done. Once it was finished he put it on a plate and walked into his living room and reluctantly sat down next to Marik.

Marik flashed him a grin. "So, your going to sit next to me after all?"

"Sure, you can think of it like that." Bakura murmured, shoving a forkful of omelet into this mouth.

They were silent as Marik went through a couple more channels finally stopping on some weird show about paranormal happenings. Then he looked over at Bakura raising an eyebrow.

"Is that good?" he asked.

Bakura shrugged. "I wouldn't be eating it if it was bad, would I?" he stuffed another forkful into his mouth. The other yami just looked at the omelet for a couple of seconds before he spoke again.

"Well then, let me have a bit."

"What?" Bakura made his plate so that it was out of reach. "No way. It's my breakfast. You had yours."

"But…" the other yami whined. "You look like your enjoying that and I want a bite…" he reached out for the plate but Bakura blocked it.

"No. Fucking. Way. I'm hungry." Bakura sneered, trying to protect his food.

"Just one bite… don't be stingy." Marik reached out of the plate once more but ending up grabbing Bakura's arm. He started to bend it backwards until Bakura cried out in pain, almost dropping the plate.

"Fine! One bite that's all you get." Bakura tried to hand the plate over to Marik but the other yami shook his head.

"No. You get to feed it to me." Yami Marik smiled slyly.

Bakura shook his head. "No, no, no. Now take the plate before I stab you to death with the fork."

Marik sighed and shrugged. "It was worth a try." Then he took the plate away from Bakura. He looked at Bakura now smirking. "Can I feed you then?"

"Why would you want to?" Bakura asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Because I think it'd be cute." Marik chuckled.

Bakura's cheeks heated up slightly. "That's…"

Marik cut off a piece of the omelet and held it up to Bakura's mouth. "Open up."

Bakura thought about it for a moment before he came up with a decision. He reached out and swatted away. "Cut that out." he stuck out his tongue as the spoon tumbled to the floor.

Marik pursed his lips. "Geez, I was just being nice." he shrugged as he picked up the spoon of the ground. "Did you really have to get your omelet every where on the floor though?"

Bakura looked down to see pieces of omelet every where on the ground. "I didn't mean to." he grumbled.

Marik took the spoon and quickly picked up the omelet pieces. "Well, never mind that. Where's you hikari? I haven't seen him yet."

Bakura picked up the plate that Marik had set on the couch and ate a bite. "He's visiting his father for Christmas." he stated simply. "He should be back sometime after Christmas or something."

"Really?" Marik asked, raising an eyebrow. "You must be lonely, having no one around your house."

"Not really. I like the quiet." Bakura said.

"We'll see about that."

Paige: I think that was a filler… because not much really happened in that chapter. I think at the most, I was just rambling.

Kaiba: Fail.

Paige: Sh-Shut up, no one asked you!

Yami Marik: o. o Bakura cussed at me.

Bakura: You deserved it.

Paige: Well… Okay, I'm going to head off now.

Kaiba: So, review.

Paige: Merry Christmas you guys! :D I'll try to update before New Years Eve as long as everything else is getting updating smoothly. :3 I have loads of ideas for this Physcoshipping so, stay tuned. ;D

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