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In Malik's hotel room

Malik was laying on his bed, covering his head with a pillow. 'I can't believe this! How did it happen? And how dare that damn bastard touch me; he stole my first kiss!'

(A/N: Malik has lived his entire life under the ground. And when he did get above, he was busy killing the pharaoh and claiming his power. So, it's not that weird he hasn't kissed before Marik came.)

He heard a knock on his door and sighed. "Rishid?"

"No, it's me: Isis," Malik heard on the other side of his door. Isis opened the door and walked in. "Malik, are you all right?" she asked, while giving her brother, who still had

his head covered with the pillow, a strange look.

"Never felt any better, sis," was Malik's reply, his voice muffled under the pillow.

"Rrriiiggghhhttt…" Isis said. She continued in the mysterious tone she usually uses.

"Malik, the pharaoh has come to talk with me. I know it all…"

Malik shot up, letting the pillow fall to the floor. "What did he tell you?"

"Your dark half, who now calls himself Marik Ishtaru, has visited your school today."

Malik's face paled. Although there was no one else there when Marik had kissed him, Malik was sure that Yami had looked right through him and knew about it.

"D-did he tell you anything else?"

"No, Isis replied. She quirked an eyebrow and then narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her brother. "Is there something I need to know, Malik?"

Drips of sweat started to form in Malik's neck and he giggled nervously. "Eheheh… No, of course not, sis!"

Isis didn't trust her brother one bit. "Are you trying to hide something for me, dear little brother? Well, I'll just use my Necklace to look into the past and-"

"No!" Malik shrieked in panic. If his sister saw him kissing with Marik in the past… Or even worse, the 'shower-incident'. He really didn't want to think about that; he'd rather say it himself then.

"All right sis, I'll tell. Marik uh…"A blush appeared on Malik's face. "He …" Malik took a deep breath. "He kissed me," he blurted out. Malik mentally kicked himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now, his sister knew!

Isis widened her eyes. "But… wasn't that your first…" Seeing Malik drop his eyes to the floor and his blush growing ten shades darker, Isis trailed off. She began to pace around the room. "Why on earth would he do that?" Isis thought out loud.

Malik shrugged. "I don't know. He said he wanted to show me who's boss…"

Malik licked his lips, his thoughts wandering back to the kiss. It was a very intimidating kiss, especially when the creep forced his tongue down Malik's throat. But the moment where only their lips were touching… Somehow, that moment felt… kind of nice. Marik had hesitated few seconds before shoving his tongue in the entrance, and Malik had felt that. Those few seconds, he had enjoyed them, even though he tried to deny it. Malik felt butterflies flutter in his stomach, when he thought about that little moment.

Isis interrupted Malik's thoughts. "I have to tell the pharaoh about this."

Malik widened his eyes. "No! Don't tell him!"

Isis quirked an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Malik started to panic. "Please don't," he begged, "I don't want them all to know he kissed me!"

Isis sighed. "Malik, we have to tell our pharaoh. This might be part of one of Marik's evil plans to put him in danger."

Malik stopped with panicking. He glared daggers at his sister. "He has hurt ME; not the pharaoh!" Malik yelled.

He was furious. Didn't his sister care about him at all? He had never wanted to be part of this in the first place, but no, his sister had to drag him all to Japan right into all the problems. And now, she didn't even show some compassion, but instead worried about the pharaoh. There wasn't even a finger laid on him!

"You only think about the pharaoh! Have you ever thought about how I feel? If you care for him so much, maybe you should take him as your brother!"

Malik knew he was going to far, but he couldn't stop himself from saying that. He stormed out of his room, out of the hotel.

'I need fresh air,' he thought, while running to the park.

In the park

Marik lay on the cool grass, being very out of character, because he was enjoying every cloud flooding by. Every cloud that look like him, that boy. He was off in lala-land, daydreaming about his first kiss.

(A/N: Even though Marik is a pervert, this still was his first kiss. Hey, give him a break, he has only lived for 6 years y'know!)

Though, it would have been better when Malik had responded. But then, he guessed he was a bit too rough for his hikari. A smile crossed his lips. Not a smirky smile or a crazy smile; just a happy smile. (Whoa, Marik and happy smiles? Is the world ending?) He felt good…

Untill someone fell on top of him. "What the f- Hikari?"

STAY TUNED…

To Hikari's-dark-side: Well, I updated!

To Kuja's Kittikat: Sorry, couldn't help but laugh. Well, Bakura's plans are: Get Marik and Malik together (well duh!), but he plays matchmaker Bakura-style, I guess. And beat tha pharaoh. And he wants his own body. (He has a lot of wishes.)

To OBSESSED Uber Rei: Well, if I think the lemon is crap, I just won't update it, ne?

To Hikarinotenshi15: Say hi back for me to yur yami!