Title: Student or Freeloader, Which to Choose?
Characters: Thief King Bakura/Malik (Citronshipping).
Prompt: 088 – School.
Word Count: 362.
Rating: PG. (K+, maybe?)
Summary: Malik thinks is wise to go back to school, but Bakura has a different opinion.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to the wonderful Hanna (Sierra's Darkness on FanFiction).
Bah, still haven't gotten back into the characters properly. I hope the others are better. c.c Sorry again for the very low quality of writing and in-characterness.
Malik had insisted on attending school once they had settled down in Domino. Bakura, however, thought this was nearly the stupidest idea that had crawled into the younger Egyptian's head.
"What exactly do you need to go to school for, anyway? You can read and write, can you not? Besides, it's not as if you need to provide for anyone; you are and always will be a freeloader." Malik rolled his eyes at the thief's comments.
"Just because you keep stealing things for the both of us doesn't mean I'm a freeloader. You're just a nice and generous person," Malik smirked, lacing the last comment with sarcasm.
"Besides, I'm only going for one year, just to make sure I don't forget what I already know or anything. I haven't exactly been around a school before, you know; I've only ever learned what Isis taught me."
"I still think it's a ridiculous idea," Bakura retorted, the smallest hint of a pout in his voice. Malik raised an eyebrow and gave the Thief King a skeptical look.
"Don't look at me like that, you brat."
"Aww, will the poor King of Thieves miss me? Will his miss his little Mali-chan cuddling with him in the morning and making his breakfast for him?" Malik cooed, feeling very cheeky and extremely bold, making fun of Bakura like he was doing. He knew he would pay for it, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to at least have one up on the thief, even for a moment.
Unfortunately, Bakura's cool gaze returned in an instant, and he himself raised an eyebrow back to the other male.
"No. Will you?" And with that, Bakura stood from the bed both men were laying in moments before, walking quickly to the kitchen to begin making his own breakfast – for once.
Malik opened his mouth to protest, but closed it after an instant of reflection. He frowned, realizing he had once again been one-upped by Bakura. Growling in irritation, he did the only thing he could think of: yelling loud enough for his so-called lover to hear and smirk in triumph.
"...Fine! I'll take night classes, you stupid thief!"
