One Hundred Pebbles In A Glass Jar

by sitabethel

100 Thiefshipping drabbles loosely connected to show Marik and Bakura's relationship over a couple of decades. Rated M for certain drabbles scattered throughout the fic.

37. yoga

"Practicing for tonight?" Bakura asked.

"I'm in Downward Dog Pose. I thought it'd be good for me to practice yoga. You know, mind body health and all that crap."

"Looks like it should be called Fuck Me Like A Dog Pose."

"Shut-up, Bakura. I'm searching for zen."

"Yes, so am I. I believe it's in the freezer."

Marik lowered himself to a plank, hovered near the floor, and then stretched up into Cobra. "The freezer, and here I thought it'd be in the mind."

Bakura walked around Marik to get to the kitchen. "Definitely in the freezer. I call it Death By Chocolate."

"You're an asshole, Bakura . . . bring two spoons!"