Congratulations to Chibi-Roy-Chan for being my 100th reviewer!

Because Roy-Chan has this special number, I will write an oneshot in dedication to him/her with a couple of his/her choosing. (: I will be doing this for every big 100 (200, 300) I reach... which will probably only be one or at most two more, considering this is almost half over. Lol. NOT QUITE HALF THOUGH!!

Now that that's over with...

Izaya Orihara makes me want to bite my lip and do naughty things to myself.

Lol, same goes for Shizuou but... Izaya reminds me sooo much of Bakura, except the animations are better. How I love Dararara. XD

I didn't get very many reviews last chapter... D;

BUT OMG. You guys are gonna love me for this.

WARNING: Thiefshipping. To the max. Keep your pants on, even though it will be hard, ladies. XD This is dedicated to 'the harlequin demon.' Because I've been horrible and haven't replied to any of her messages/reviews because they are so freaking awesome and long. AND ALSO BECAUSE THERE IS MORE CUTENESS IN THIS CHAPTER. MWAHAHAHA! XDDD

*is shot xD*

Also, the deathshipping arc concludes in this chapter. We may be revisiting it when the conclusion comes by but if so only a little. :3

~*~*~*~

Monday.

Malik hummed a cheery tune to himself, hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts as he walked down the hallway to the complex he shared with Bakura and Ryou. He was oblivious to the world, and quite happy to finally be done with his work for the day, which had been a slow but time consuming shoot which had forced him to skip lunch, rendering him hungry as of now. The boy smiled to himself, not noticing the two darkly lurking shadows that crept behind him. Contently he reached out a hand to turn the door knob, only to find that a pale hand was covering his own. His blinked his large, amethyst eyes, and as he started to turn around another, more tan hand covered his eyes. So he did the only thing he could do with such short notice:

Malik let out a very manly squeak.

The Egyptian thrashed around, demanding to be let go while his two captors dragged him around the corner and into a different hallway, laughing at his demise. It wasn't that he was scared; no, he was quite sure who was holding him (in fact, the two people at fault would cause fear to rise in most people's hearts, but he was an exception), he was much more enraged. Because...

"WHAT THE FRIG DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Malik hollered at the top of his lungs as he was rudely dropped onto the floor, glaring venomous daggers up at Bakura and Marik. The two friends hurriedly shushed him, looking around nervously.

"Would you keep it down, pipsqueak!?" Bakura 'requested', although it was more of an order. Marik then nudged the albino, to which the angry twin took a deep calming breath, apparently trying to control his never ending bad mood. "We need you to do something for us." Well, that was pretty much as polite as Bakura got, Malik couldn't help but think.

Malik frowned, feeling insulted because this really wasn't the way for them to get him to do something, although he'd have to bear with these two for now. His silence was a signal for them to continue and that he was listening.

Marik seemed nervous, which was odd, although Bakura seemed slightly displeased.

"As you know little brother..." Marik had taken to calling him that, since the two Egyptian's looked so alike. "It's almost the end of the month, in fact it's only a week away." Malik nodded, still not understanding what the two wanted. "That means two things; for you, school is starting back up. Keith was lucky he caught you on the Friday before break or you wouldn't have been able to stay with lovely Ryou and Bakura for so long. You'll probably just have to work weekends, but I'm not quite sure. I suppose you should ask Kaiba, since it's not my area of expertise. Oh but what does it matter?

"The end of December also means something for me, sadly."Marik chuckled nervously, while Malik raised an eyebrow. Bakura couldn't help but snicker, which increased the poor boy's curiosity even more. "D-do you remember that bet Ryou and I made...?" Malik's eyes widened. "The one about Bakura and you doing it like bunnies by the end of the month, and if not then I would have to disappear from little Ryou's life for a year?" He couldn't help but twitch in irritation, muttering something about Marik deserving it, but he nodded nonetheless.

What were they going to do, then? Ryou would be too embarrassed and stubborn to withdraw the consequence of the bet, and even if the kind albino did, Malik doubted Marik's pride would remain intact. It appeared however, that the two mischievous friends already had a plan.

"Well, since no one wants that to happen, I was thinking that if, you know, Bakura and you could well, eheh, possible, you know..." Malik didn't like where this was going. "Well, eheh, come on don't give me that look..." The glare that the Egyptian boy had taken on grew harsher. "Oh please Malik?! All I'm asking is that you two pretend to have sex with while Ryou accidently walks in! Is that really too much to do!? Please please please-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

~*~*~*~

Tuesday.

"Malik! Look, I bought you flowers! See? They're purple, your favorite color! So do you think you might consider please pretending to-"

Malik slammed the door in the singer's face.

~*~*~*~

Wednesday.

"And I loooovee you, little brother!

I wrote this sooongg for you, little brother!

So would you please please please pretend to have sex with your fake boyfriend, little brother?"

Malik all but threw his headset on, turning up good music to full blast, drowning out the sound of desperate pleas.

~*~*~*~

Thursday.

"Don't you love me...? Do you really hate me that much...? I guess I just don't mean anything to you..." Marik sniffled, streams of fake tears escaping his cheeks.

"Hey Bakura, can you pass the duct tape?"

~*~*~*~

Friday.

Malik stared incredulously, wondering if Marik was really this desperate.

"Please, please master... I beg of you, I'll do anything..." The poor Egyptian man dressed in a dog costume begged, bowing at the model's feet.

Malik face-palmed, grabbed a bagel, and proceeded to throw it out the window.

"Fetch, dog."

~*~*~*~

Saturday.

Marik stared into space, face blank.

Malik refused to look over at the depressed looking man, keeping his eyes trained on the TV.

Whimper.

He refused to turn.

Sniff.

No, he would not look over!

Hiccup.

Malik gave in, turning his head to the side, only to see a poor, usually happy singer, cuddling into a pillow, staring at him with huge, watering dark purple eyes. The man's lower lip trembled, and his hair almost seemed to sag in depression. There were large rings under Marik's eyes, and his body huddled into the couch, looking pathetic and depressed. It was as if a rain cloud hung above the Egyptian elder's soul.

He groaned.

Damn the puppy dog look.

So he finally gave in with one, slightly awkward, but extremely necessary question, which pretty much signed his life away to the devil.

"Fuck you Marik; am I being on top or bottom?"

He could only sigh as he was glomped by a now ecstatic and enthusiastic man.

"Okay, so here's how it's going to work..."

~*~*~*~

Malik sighed boredly, eyes dreary and looking quite unaffected by his current predicament/position. And what might that be, you ask? Well, to put it frankly he was rather precariously positioned underneath a pale albino that he sometimes heavily disliked, and sometimes liked ever so slightly in that acquaintance sort of way.

At the moment, he didn't care one way or another, and just wanted to get this over with.

A few other things you might want to note about his and Bakura's position; they were both shirtless. The blankets covered them from the waist down though, so it hadn't been required that they be stripped off their pants as well (although Bakura had said it was much too hot, and insisted that they take their pants off, to which Malik had refused and the albino had done anyways). He had been in this position for the past half hour, while he and the other had been going over the "script" and certain... movements. He was quite certain that if he was ever forced to do this again, he might just resort to suicide. Bakura looked rather heated, and surprisingly was more embarrassed about this entire ordeal than Malik was.

Malik had the feeling that if it hadn't been Marik asking, Bakura would have refused this situation, no matter what the cost. It was almost cute how close the two were; the key word being 'almost'.

By now Malik was thinking of calling this entire thing off, because he'd been waiting so fucking LONG. How long was it going to take for Ryou to get back from a film shoot?! The pale boy was supposed to have walked in 15 minutes ago!

"When the bloody hell is Ryou-" Just as Bakura had began to speak Malik's thoughts, Bakura's phone beeped, signaling a new txt message. Malik just barely managed to peak to the side, bluntly ignoring the other's well built and pale chest (which did not sparkle, proving that Bakura was indeed not a vampire, because sunlight was streaming in through the windows).

The text message read:

"Ryou's cumming!"

-From Marik

Malik began to laugh while Bakura bristled, muttering something about perverted Egyptian's deserving to die. Bakura took a remote that had been conveniently placed beside them and pressed play, causing loud music to begin booming. Malik and Bakura began the scene they had rehearsed too many times, and Malik decided that if he never had to pretend to do this again it would be one too many times.

Without further adieu, Malik began to squirm and writhe underneath Bakura, eyes closed as he let out loud moans, just like Marik had taught him (which, he had to say, had been rather amusing even if it had been for a horribly depressing cause). Sadly both Marik and Bakura had told him that he was, without a doubt, a permanent bottom, meaning he had to play the part of the girl. Bakura had poked fun at this fact to no end, and even now as the albino moved his hips against Malik's lower regions (which, oddly enough, he could swear he felt something slightly hard digging into his hip, but he knew he was imagining it), the Egyptian could see the man smirking, which caused him to glare. They both breathed harshly, and thanks to some softly applied blush (something Marik had demanded) their faces were flushed, making them look quite aroused. As Malik heard the door knob turn, Bakura began to join in on his moans as well.

They were, without a doubt, the perfect image of hot, steamy, and arousing man sex.

A quiet gasp could barely be heard over the loud music and the... insistent moans, but Malik noted it nonetheless. No doubt Ryou looked like a tomato at the moment, although Malik was too far pressed down into the bed to see if his guess was true at the moment. He could tell Bakura was enjoying this (because it was humiliating for the Egyptian boy), which made him want to get it over with even more. He pressed his cheek into Bakura's neck, 'moans' pausing for a moment.

"Bakura... I'm going to... ahh.." Bakura kicked him for sounding so unrealistic and unenthused, although Ryou was too innocent they both knew, so he would still probably fall for it.

"M-Malik..." The albino's voice was husky, and very very believable; causing Malik to actually color a bit, and it wasn't because of the heat. His cheek was still closely pressed to the pale and eviler twin's neck, and he really would have preferred to do nothing but pull away, but the door hadn't slammed shut yet, meaning Ryou was still in the room. This therefore implied that this little charade would have to continue for a little bit longer. Unfortunately, this next part meant no slacking, or it would be completely unbelievable.

"B-bakura... I-I am..." He took a deep breath, before letting out his loudest scream/moan yet. "A-aahh~!" Malik 'arched' into Bakura, and no more than a second later the door resounded with a loud and fearful 'BANG.'

Malik slumped, while Bakura burst into fits of quiet chuckles.

Soon (even though he was a little annoyed, and quite embarrassed), Malik too was laughing, until they both realized how silly this entire deal was, leaving only Bakura giggling rather uncharacteristically.

"Well... it's up to Marik now, isn't it, Kura?"

...

"P-pttsch.. HAHAHA... 'I'm going to... ahhh' Pathetic. I feel sorry for the person that ends up being your lover, because you obviously will suck at sex." Silence. "M-Malik, what are you doing with that bat?"

~*~*~*~ (deathshipping up next, if you dislike it, don't read xD)

Ryou gulped air down his lungs, back pressed to the door to their complex harshly, eyes the size of dinner plates, and cheeks the color of strawberries. It had taken exactly 6.5 seconds for him to process the fact that Bakura and Malik were doing that, and to think that he had walked in while Malik was...! Was...!

When?

How?

What?

Them!?

His thought process was an incoherent jumble of random words that portrayed his disbelieving confusion. It wasn't so much that he minded the idea of his brother and Malik being together, but to actually see them going at it in the middle of the day... well, he was just thankful that they hadn't decided to do it in his bed, considering it was the biggest. Just as he was beginning to get over his initial shock and start to worry if the two were using a condom (because yes, he'd actually paid attention to health class when in high school, and strongly believed in safe sex), he saw a slight blur in the corner of his vision, and as he turned he saw Marik rounding the corner walking towards him.

"Hey lovely! Are Bakura and Malik here? Is something wrong...? You look a little flushed..." Marik seemed clueless enough, which meant that the Egyptian had been unknowing about this as well. Ryou started to panic as he saw the older man's hand reaching for the doorknob to his complex, and without thinking he grabbed Marik's hand and shouted out the first thing that came to mind.

"You can't go in! Malik and Bakura are having wild sex in there!" Ryou shouted. Sadly, the first thing that came to mind happened to be the truth. He had no idea that inside the complex, Malik and Bakura were staring at the door, quite humiliated.

Marik was giving him a similar look of surprise and slight amusement, but nonetheless the older man removed his hand from the knob although he did nothing to separate there now joined hands. Noticing this, Ryou immediately pulled away and mumbled somewhat of an apology, looking down at their feet. He couldn't help it! Ever since that meeting a few years ago (and he knew it was a long time to hold a grudge, Ryou prided himself on the fact!) he hadn't been able to come into physical contact with the Egyptian without remembering that... sensation. That heavenly feeling. Realizing he was getting caught up in his thoughts, he raised his eyes once again, taking a step back upon realizing they were at normal talking distance (and he appreciated being at least four feet away from the male).

"So..." Marik began, eyebrows raised. "You're telling me that they're in there... buttfucking in the middle of the day?" Ryou went a ripe shade of red, always disliking Marik's habit of using swear words commonly. Was it really necessary?

"Y-yes." He confirmed, glaring slightly at the male, although he wasn't quite sure why. Something about this situation just seemed... suspicious? Naw, he was probably just being paranoid.

Marik considered this for a few seconds, before grinning widely, leaning down in front of Ryou and taking a step closer, positioned so they were eye to eye. "Good!" The slightly insane man stated happily, and Ryou resisted meeping as a hand was placed on top of his head, keeping him in place so he couldn't back away. "That means you owe me a smile!"

Ryou was now very, very confused. "A smile...? But... why?" He asked curiously. Why would the pale model have to smile after finding out that his best friend and twin brother were lovers? Of course he was happy for them but why would he owe Marik something?

Marik blinked, appeared slightly disturbed. "R-remember? That bet we made? About Malik and Bakura screwing like bunnies by the end of the month, and if I won you had to smile and if you won I'd have to leave...?" Marik was beginning to look desperate, eyes wide.

Ryou tilted his head to the side, feeling Marik's hand not leave it's resting place. "Oh... that." He stated, and then made a face. "I'm afraid I'd completely forgotten."

There was an odd, deathly silence, which Ryou completely missed.

"Oh. Well, can I have my smile anyways?" Marik asked nervously, grinning hopefully.

Eyes wide, and slightly confused, Ryou considered this. Subconsciously he raised his hands above his head and removed Marik's, taking a step away. Why? He was slightly confused at the moment. It had struck him odd when the Egyptian singer had first asked for 'a smile' (it seemed like yesterday) and now that he was actually supposed to present Marik with one... he couldn't. Shamefully he refused to look the older man in the eyes, his chocolaty mocha colored orbs huge and staring down at the ground. A smile wouldn't give Marik anything. So why? It was pointless. Marik had probably been messing with him from the beginning. The albino man could fake a smile, but knowing his brother's insane best friend, Marik would be able to tell.

"I..." Ryou could tell the other was looking at him, and already he could feel the disappointment radiating off the male. But... there was something else to. Something Ryou had never felt from Marik before, and he was afraid to look up and find out what it was. "I don't want to! It's pointless!" He said stupidly, looking up and meeting Marik's eyes, defiant and stubborn till the end. Why was he being so childish? It was just a smile. Yet the muscles in his face felt frozen, as if refusing to bend to his will.

And now he was being stared... no, glared at.

And Ryou could only gulp upon realizing for the first time Marik was angry at him. Really angry.

"Do you really hate me that much? Dislike me so much that even a simple smile is impossible for you to conjure up? How many times have I apologized to you? I've lost count. You're just being stupid and immature, two things I never seemed to connect with you. For once Ryou... I... I don't even want to be in the same room as you right now." And with that, Marik whipped around, refusing to even look at him. Spiky gelled hair and a toned back were all that faced Ryou, and he felt guilt course through his body.

"M-marik... w-wait!" The said person did no such thing however, and he cursed (which in Ryou terms translates into 'darn it') before hurrying after the foreign singer, refusing to let things stand as they were.

Marik wasn't even looking back, instead walking on at a steady pace, to which Ryou soon caught up to. Hesitantly he tried to get the other to talk to him.

"Marik...?"

There was no response, instead the other simply walked into an elevator to which Ryou followed, and a sun-kissed hand pressed the main floor button.

"Oh come on... a smile isn't important, you could get anyone in the world to smile for you."

The tall man waited patiently (although annoyance was quite obviously flickering on his face) for the doors of the elevator to open, and when they did he walked into the lobby of the building, eyes holding barely any emotion.

"Stop ignoring me Marik, this isn't funny...!" Ryou knew his voice was almost cracking from desperation, but he was beginning to feel scared. Marik had never treated him this way...!

When the singer began to make his way over to an unsuspecting employee that was dressed in a waiter outfit (they were now by the hotel's restaurant), Ryou felt his heart sink.

"Looking for a good time, beautiful?" Marik drawled, beginning to push the very feminine and cute waiter against the wall nearest to them. Ryou was just glad that there weren't too many onlookers, indeed the only person watching this odd display was Ryou.

The innocent waiter looked at Marik with surprised eyes, cheeks inflamed, apparently not having noticed Ryou. "S-sir...? But we're..." Marik began trailing a hand up and down the nicely laid out waiter suit, causing the waiter to gasp. "I-I've never met you before though...!" Ryou was starting to get annoyed. If the man planned on pushing Marik away, why hadn't he done it yet?! This guy was stupid!

"Oh stop this. And you, your being an idiot, did you know you could get fired from your job if you get caught doing this?" Ryou asked angrily, but just as the waiter was beginning to look quite doubtful, Marik put his magical lips to work on the young employee's neck, and Ryou could practically watch as the man melted.

Oh, he really didn't like this at all.

"But.. y-you're friends w-watching..." Ryou could actually hear the sucking sounds that followed the young waiter's sentence, and he felt his heart begin to beat at a sight of this horrible scene unfolding in front of him.

"Does it matter? I don't know him..." Marik stated huskily.

Why? Why was Marik being so cruel...?

"Y-you don't...?"

Why did this hurt so much?

"Nope... Never seen him before."

Why did it feel like he'd give anything to make Marik take those words back? He wanted to yell he didn't care to the world, and say 'good riddance' yet...

He stared numbly, and it was almost as if the world was in slow motion, as Marik began to raise his beautiful face towards the other man's. As those wonderful yet horrible lips began to part, and as the man he so often spent every moment of the day thinking about and 'disliking'. And as Marik's lips pressed against the waiter's, he couldn't say he felt his first tears begin to fall.

He supposed it was slightly comical and ironic, that for years now Marik had chased after him, and Ryou had done nothing but try and escape his embraces, smiles, glances and caresses. The way Marik always looked at him with those eyes and now he would give anything...

"Just stop!" Ryou cried out, eyes closed and breath coming quickly, beginning to shake in both hurt and anger. Without thinking he pulled Marik away from the bewildered waiter, and he also didn't spare a thought in dragging Marik outside, he didn't care about anything right now other than Marik, and getting away from the blasted, dreadful, ugly bastard waiter.

"Ryou are you crying-?"

"Shut up!" He all but exhaled, near the point of hyperventilating. He must have looked horrid, cheeks splotchy, eyes red and small tears making their way down his cheeks. "You're not allowed to touch anyone like that! I don't care if it's Bakura or him or if it's just friendly, the only person you're ever allowed to kiss is me! No one, no one else! Just like when we first met, you always ramble on about how it was meant to be yet you do that! It's not fair, and can't you see that the only reason it has taken me so long to realize the only person in the entire world I want to hold me is you, is because you're always so, so darn straightforward! You're mine just like you always say and if you want a smile then I'll give you the stupid smile and... and..." He was breathing harshly, and the few occasional tears had all but disappeared, and the sadness he'd felt had been turned into anger. He was running out of fuel for his long speech, and he was positive that yelling all that had caught quite a crowd's attention, but he couldn't find it within him to care. "And... you just... oh I'm being stupid aren't I...?" Ryou sniffled, eyes now soft upon looking at the completely stunned, bewildered, and infuriatingly happy Marik. "Oh... shut up." He managed to mumble, turning his gaze to the other's chest. He could feel his lower lip trembling, and as Ryou felt a gentle hand take his arm he squeezed his eyes shut, unsure of what Marik planned to do.

Relief and a small amount of surprise flooded through the small man as arms wrapped around him, resting in the small of his back. Awkwardly Ryou followed Marik's example, wrapping his delicate pale arms around the older man's neck, a bit nervous that he'd be doing something wrong. And one sentence caused him to freeze and turn into a pile of goo.

"You are so beautiful, Ryou."

As I said before, that simple sentence caused the albino's knees to come close to giving out, and as if sensing this Marik chuckled, pulled back a foot or so and spun the small male around, eyes quite admiring.

They must have been an odd sight, a very tall and well built Egyptian male with dark purple eyes, bronze skin and wild looking blond hair, holding a small and fragile appearing white younger man with huge brown eyes and an appearance that an angel might be jealous of, and spinning him around as an adult might do to a child. Indeed, many people glanced upon this small show of affection and couldn't help but smile, a small glimmer of happiness being added to their daily lives. Of course, they didn't know that their happiness was nothing compared to the broadly smiling and laughing new couple, in fact it was only 1/1000, if put into a fraction.

The only thing that made the scene just the smallest bit more magical was the snow that began to fall.

~*~*~*~

Bakura smirked contently as he looked out the window, having noticed a while ago that Marik and Ryou were seemingly arguing about something in front of their building. The two looked quite happy together, something that everyone had expected for a long time, yet still was slightly surprising to see, considering Ryou had taken forever to come around. His eyes were soft as he stared down at the loving two below him, and without knowing it; he felt the smallest ounce of jealousy form in his heart.

Subconsciously his much darker, and greatly less innocent than Ryou's eyes traveled over to the Egyptian teen, who was fussing over some homework that Malik's school had been assigned over break.

And just like that...

The jealousy disappeared.

He didn't need a relationship right now... he was happy just watching.

For now.

And with that thought in mind he smiled, a small, nearly impossible to sight and hard to find grin, eyes sparkling ever so slightly as he stared at the oblivious teen in front of him. He had his own star, which he had locked away in his pocket.

~*~*~*~

Have you ever seen a shooting star?
The night clouded, clouded with its little sparks
But not shooting
Not sparking
Not flying out of their little dark pockets
But sitting still,
Still sitting
There for me if I were to pluck them out in need.
Those little lights
Never to be blinded by the dark
For those lights were always there when I plucked them out in need
But you, you were shooting
In my direction
You and those good intentions of yours
I never thought I'd say'
Maybe too good for me at the moment.
Yes, yes maybe, but who would have thought?
Do you not know, that there is the possibility that I may not catch you
For I am so used to the burn of my collapsing sun
My collapsing sun, with its
Hollow rays of light
I ripped through the flames
The passionate flames
And found inside the dust
I sucked at the dust with every breath of air
I sucked at the dust but there was never 'no more'.
I coughed and gagged and breathed my life into the rays
For so much of my oxygen supply became that sun.
So I may not catch you
But I will never drop you.
Though I know you have fallen
Fallen it seems in my direction
And you have held me up in your struggle
Not solid in all ways
Though I know you're not hollow
You're filled with blood, and bone, and truth
A lullaby sung beautifully in the midst of twilight
But stuck
Stuck in the midst of my twilight
And in it you have become my shooting star.
The loss of you, leaving the bullets sting
Silver in its glory
But I fear it will rust with your distance
Leaving the hole to turn up its heavy head
And smirk at me.
With that ever too familiar grimace.
But
I
Have
Seen
A
Shooting
Star.

-Anonymous

That is my favorite poem that I've found so far. (: I know it's long but it's beautiful, isn't it?

Acckkk *is shot* xD

That was so sappy, it hurt to right. I feel so so SOOOO sorry for all you angst/drama lovers.

Because that must have been painful to read.

For EVERYONE. XD

I actually considered deleting it ;_;

AND LOOK HOW SHORT IT IS!

*dies*

*revives and peeks out from coffin xD*

Review anyways? o.o

P.S. : I hate you dearly, "xD"...

DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH I USE IT!?? XDD

Date Completed: 4/3/10

Word Count: 5.083