"So, how's Kaiba?"
"Fine."
"Is he better then me?"
"What?" Marik spluttered, turning to look at his companion. Bakura stood there in Touzouku's body, scarlet eyes narrowed as his eyebrows drew in, wrinkling the caramel skin. He was wearing black jeans, with a loose red shirt. Marik supposed he would've been handomse, had he not been sulking since they left the house.
"You heard me," Bakura snarled, glaring at Marik. He watched the blonde boy before him, who was wearing a lavender midriff that showed off his smooth stomach. Black cargo pants hugged his hips, which were jutting out as he stopped to glare at Bakura.
"Yeah, I heard you. But what is are you asking about?"
"Is he a better teacher, I guess," Bakura said, furrowing his brow in confusion. Marik rolled his eyes.
"Oh, Bakura, you know you're the only teacher for me," Marik said in a sarcastically loving voice, batting his eyelashes before scowling and continuing walking down the sidewalk. Bakura felt his face heat up, and he glared at the blonde's swaying backside.
"Jeez, jerk . . ." Bakura snarled, and Marik just flipped his golden hair over his shoulders.
"Whatever. What do you wanna do, seeing as it's you who decided to come out here." Marik looked back at Bakura, who seemed to think it over for a minute. He didn't really have a plan, he just knew he wanted to be out of that house.
Away from the rest of the Ishtars.
Away from Kaiba.
Away from anyone who would interfere with him and Marik.
No! Bakura shook his head savagely, and Marik tilted his head, worried about his friend.
"Let's just. . ." Bakura floundered for a moment. "Walk." He finished lamely, shrugging his shoulders. Marik sighed, before fiddling with his bangs a little. He watched Bakura for a moment, before making up his mind.
"Wanna go on the Nature Walk?" Marik asked, and Bakura looked at him, tilting his head.
"Isn't that the thing where you can walk all around those paths to see animals and stuff? Near the wetlands?"
"Yeah, so you know it?"
"Well, Ryou used to drag me there sometimes . . ." Bakura said softly. Marik frowned.
"We don't have to go if it'll . . . You know," Marik finished, waving his hand vaguely. Bakura shook his head again.
"No, it's fine. Let's go."
Marik gave a dazzling smile, and Bakura flushed as the blonde boy grabbed Bakura's hand. He tugged along the spirit as they raced down the street to the Nature Walk.
The Nature Walk was concrete bridges that ran overtop a lake, a wetland, a praire, a river, and through a forest. Many animals were there to see in their natural habitats. Marik paused overtop the lake to examine the ducks.
Bakura stopped next to him, watching the ducks. He ran a tongue over his lips. Marik scowled at him.
"What's with that look. . .?"
"Duck tastes yummy," Bakura snarled, wrapping a hand around the barrier. He hoisted himself onto the top of it, staring down at the ducks. Marik let out a yelp, and grabbed Bakura's hand, dragging the spirit back.
Bakura turned to smirk at Marik, as he fell off the barrier. He landed on his feet, before staring at Marik's hand wrapped around his fore-arm. Marik blushed and Bakura grinned, and he reached out, wrapped an arm around Marik's shoulder, and dragged the protesting Egyptian along with him.
"Touzouku! Leggo!" Marik wailed, his face crushed against Bakura's chest.
"Oh, those are good too! My mum used to make those waffles all the time," Bakura sighed happily. "Bloody good syrup too. . ." Marik snarled.
"I don't care about you and your waffles, dammit!" Marik yowled, as Bakura rolled his eyes. He released the blonde, as Marik stumbled away, scowling at Bakura.
"You know you loved it," Bakura smirked. Again, he found himself hoping against all hope that Marik would respond as he wanted. And, of course, yet again, he was thwarted as the blonde rolled his lavender eyes.
"Tch. You wish, Touzouku." Marik sauntered past, and Bakura scowled.
"Touzouku am I?"
"In that body yes," Marik retorted, and kept walking. The tension settled though, as they wound their way through the paths. They reached the part where the birds were nesting, and Bakura looked in, seeing the little ones cheeping about. Marik let out a groan, as he slumped down, not being tall enough to see in. Bakura looked down, before grinning.
He went down on one knee, and looked up at Marik.
"What?" Marik asked, staring stupidly at Bakura. The spirit rolled his eyes.
"Get on my back. I'll let you look at the birds."
To Bakura's satisfaction, Marik flushed a little, before stepping forward. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, making them loose as to not choke the man. He pushed his torso against Bakura's back, and the spirit took this as a sign that Marik was ready.
Bakura stood, before reaching his hands back. He gripped Marik's thighs, ignoring the little butterflies in his stomach, as he hoisted the boy's legs up to where they were around Bakura's middle.
"Uh. . . Th-Thanks, Touzouku," Marik muttered, as Bakura shifted to where Marik was looking in at the nest. He let out a little squeal, and he unconcisouly gripped Bakura tighter, watching the little birds flap around cutely in their nest, their feathers only just coming in.
After he had his fill, he slid down off of Bakura, who was hiding his pink cheeks as they walked on. Marik chuckled, and put his arms behind his back as they walked, making idle conversation about the birds, snakes, and the occasional otter.
They reached the end of the Nature Walk, just as the sun was slowly dipping below the horizon. The Nature Walk ended at the beginning, so they were once again at the edge of the lake. Now, however, all the ducks were on the bank, fluffing out their feathers as they waddled around on the grass.
Bakura saw Marik watching them avidly, before he smirked. He turned around, and sure enough, there was an old lady sitting on a bench. He remembered her, from when he and Ryou had used to come here. He slowly walked over to her, leaving Marik standing there.
"Excuse me, miss?" Bakura asked, approaching the old lady. She lifted her head, and gave him a soft smile.
"Yes, son?" She asked in a cracked voice. A loaf of bread was next to her on the bench.
"Oh, I was just wondering if we could borrow some bread to feed to the ducks?" Bakura gave a broad smile, before pointing at Marik. From here, he easily looked like a girl. "You see, my girlfriend as never been this close to ducks, and I forgot to bring the bread." Bakura took on a hopless look, and offered a vague shrug.
The old woman's smile widened, and she quickly grabbed the loaf of bread. She handed him the whole thing, patting his hand slightly. "Have fun, my dears. And make sure you treat her nice. Give her a kiss down there by the lake. It'll be one of the most romantic things of her life!" The old woman giggled, and Bakura felt his face heating up, before nodding and muttering a thanks.
He scurried over to Marik, before looping his arm around the boy's waist. Marik let out a little squeak of protest, before he noticed the loaf of bread.
"Bakura, how . . .?" Marik was cut off though, as Bakura started leading him down to the lake, keeping an arm around Marik all the while.
"I got it from this old lady I know," Bakura explained in a whisper. "Except, ya know, you look so girly that I kind of told her you were my girlfriend." Feeling his face reheating at what the old lady had advised him to do, he coughed slightly, before pulling the bread upwards and into Marik's range of grabbing. The tanned boy took it, studying Bakura harshly.
"So, I have to act like a girl?"
"Not to hard for you, though," Bakura smirked. "Just swing your hips a little more, and that'll be the ticket." He laughed as Marik jumped at him, and Bakura placed his hand on Marik's hips, lifting the boy into the air. Marik let out little squeals of protest, and before he could think what he was doing, he dropped the bread, wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, and pulled himself into Bakura. His legs wound around the spirit for the second time that day, and he bumped his forehead on Bakura's chin.
"Jeez. . ." Marik gasped, before looking up at Bakura. The spirit was scowling at him, but he soon smirked.
"Couldn't keep your hands off of me, could you?" Bakura cackled, and Marik flushed, before hopping away from Bakura.
"That's not funny!" He yelped, before bending over to pick up the bread. "But . . . I guess thanks for getting the bread," he muttered angrily, before pulling out two slices. He tossed one at Bakura, smacking him in the face, before laughing and prancing off to the edge of the lake, where he slid to his knees. He ripped the bread into smaller pieces, before wagging it tantalizingly in front of a few ducks.
Bakura smiled, watching. He dropped his piece of bread in the grass somewhere, where a flock of ducks immediatly attacked it. Marik was on his knees, staring curiously at some ducks through his long blonde bangs.
However, Bakura's mind was wandering. He kept thinking about the woman's suggestion of kissing Marik near the lake. Bakura would readily do it, if he knew he could pass it off as a joke in case Marik didn't like it. But, while Marik was ignorant, naive and stupid, the boy was smart enough to figure out when a kiss was real or not.
Biting his lip, he watched as Marik's back arched gently as he lowered himself to his elbows, his midriff rising slightly to show off more skin. From here, he could see Marik's scars on his back showing through, glinting almost white in the fading sunlight. He thought of all the memories he shared with Marik; small moments while they were at the house, seeing Marik laugh, watching Marik slowly but surely exit his shell.
Bakura strode forwards then, not even pausing when he scared away several ducks. Marik's lower lip stuck out in a pout as he looked up at Bakura, who was staring down at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Touzouku. . . .?" Marik asked, and Bakura pulled Marik up by his arms to where they were looking into each others eyes.
"Marik . . ." Bakura said hesitantly, leaning forward a little. "There's something I need to tell you . . ."
"MELVIN!" A voice cut through the moment, and left Bakura looking at Marik, surprise written all over his face as Marik turned towards the noise. They could see an impatient Tea standing at the top of the hill. Melvin was in front of her, glaring angrily back.
He was dressed in a baggy shirt and pants, and he kept tugging nervously at them, as if trying to hide something. Tea sighed, before running a hand through her hair. She walked up to the elder Ishtar male, before placing a hand on his shoulder, softly rubbing it as she muttered something to him.
Melvin lowered his gaze, before snarling at Tea.
"I want to keep doing it, Tea, but if anybody finds out . . . ." His voice faded away, and Tea shook her head.
"How would anyone?" They heard her reply. "It's a total secret, as long as it's at my house. I won't tell, and my mom and dad won't, either, so quit worrying." Bakura and Marik's eyes widened as they stared at each other, and Bakura found himself completly shoving kissing Marik from his mind. In fact, he quickly released the other boy's shoulders, as they saw Tea lead Melvin away.
"Well, spend me over and spank until it's red!" Marik gasped, and Bakura nodded in reply, before stopping, and turning to Marik.
"Wait. . . What in the bloody hell did you just say?" Bakura questioned, and Marik's face flushed.
"W-Well, it's one of Melvin's sayings and. . ." Marik's voice dwindled, and Bakura resisted the urge to burst into racous laughter. He shook his head slightly, before crossing his arms.
"Speaking of Melvin . . . What on Earth is he doing with Tea?" A silver eyebrow archd, and Marik shrugged slightly.
"Drugs? Sex?"
"Jeez, Negative Nelly, aren't you?" Bakura chuckled, and Marik scowled.
"Whatever . . . I guess we won't know . . . I doubt Melvin would confide anything in us after all," Marik grinned, and Bakura couldn't help but smile as Marik said 'us'. Just then, the old lady came bustling down the hill, though, and she walked up to Marik.
"Girlfriend, huh?" The lady said shrewdly, studying Marik, before letting her gaze flicker to Bakura.
"Oh. . . I-I'm sorry it's just-"
"Don't worry, sonny," the woman interrupted, laughing. "I have nothing against you for, ah, what do you young kids say nowadays? Walking the other side of the street, is it?" Marik and Bakura both flushed at the woman's mistake, before giving hasty good byes and thank-yous. They left, both feeling sightly releaved.
"Hey, Touzouku?" Marik said, and Bakura frowned.
"You keep calling me that. . . Why?"
"Because, you're in Touzouku's body. It'd be pretty suspicious if I called you Bakura all the time. We got away with Tea, but not everyone is so gullible," Marik said, watching Bakura as they started off down the sidewalk again.
"Well, anyways. . ." Bakura sighed. "What was it?"
"Well, I was just wondering," Marik turned a little pink, "if, y'know, since you're already possessing Touzouku's body anyways . . . It's not like it could do any extra harm, right, just for another few hours and . . ."
"Marik," Bakura interrupted drily, "you're rambling."
"Oh, yes well . . . I just wondered if maybe you wanted to um . . . Stay for dinner?" The last part came out as a squeak, and Marik stared at the cracks passing beneath his feet. Bakura appeared to ponder it for a moment, even though on the inside he was leaping for joy and wanted to scream yes. This meant that, apparently, Marik liked Bakura having his own body, and being able to interact with him. A true cause for celebration.
However, that wasn't the "Bakura" thing to do.
"Sure," Bakura answered in a drawling voice, "as long as you don't spank me till I'm red." He cackled as Marik's face went bright pink, before he chased Bakura down the street, yelling curse words that Bakura didn't even know existed.
-(-o-)-
Jeez. . . Finally got some Thiefshipping in there.
And nobody's guessed (right) about Melvin, but I doubt anybody ever will. Cuz honestly, I wouldn't've thought of it, had I not been bored in class due to stupid EOCs. Whoever decided that we can't friggn' read after those tests deserves to be SHOT AND MAIMED. Sittn' there for THREE FRIGGN' hours. . . Ugh. . .
That's when I came up with Marik's little saying too . . . V_V I couldn't get Bakura and Marik out of my head as I stared at that stupid brick wall . . .
Either way, reviews are awesome and loved! =D
Seeya!
