Chibi B: Hiyas! ::waves::

Taski: --. ::not waving::

Chibi B: ; Okay, here's another random oneshot I wrote one day… Er, thing is, it's not really that romantic..

Taski: In fact, there's about no romance at all!

Chibi B: But it DOES have to do with Malik/Marik...I may write a sequel or something, since it sorta ends weird and all, but, here it is! Enjoy!

Btw: Thanks reviewers! I'm glad you like this collection!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

"It's so hooooooooot!" A voice whined from a body sprawled out on the sofa, breaking the previous silence in the room.

"Can it, hikari." Another voice chimed in, leaning against the wall. "You're from Egypt, you should be used to this sort of heat."

"But Mariiiiiiiik! The air conditioner is gone!" Here, the blond-haired hikari glared at his yami from his position on the sofa.

"It's not my fault the blasted contraption wasn't working!" Marik retorted, crossing his arms indignantly. Malik rolled his eyes and fell back against the couch with a moan.

"That didn't mean you had to send it to the Shadow Realm!" He complained. "And the reason it wasn't working was because it wasn't even on in the first place!" Marik just snorted and ignored his nagging other half. The sweating hikari gave another groan of discomfort, and rolled on his side.

A heat wave had descended upon Domino, and although he was from Egypt, he couldn't seem to stand the high temperature. His T-shirt and shorts were soaked with sweat, and it was making him more uncomfortable by the second. With an exasperated sigh, he sat up, and began to peel the offending material off his body.

"What in Ra's name do you think you're doing?" Marik raised an eyebrow, watching his hikari strip with a calmness he didn't feel.

"I'm cooling myself off." Was Malik's innocent reply as he rid himself of his shorts, sighing happily in relief.

Now, the light was lying on his back in only his boxers with his hands behind his head, smiling. Marik stared at him with lust filled eyes, before shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall, striding over to the door to leave the house.

"Where are you going?" Malik asked, opening a lilac colored eye to gaze at his yami.

"I'm heading over to Bakura's," Marik answered, "I'll be back in a few hours." And with that said the yami strolled out of the room without so much as a glance to his overheated hikari. Malik sighed, and sat up on the sofa, staring forlornly at the door his yami just exited.

"I'll never understand him." He muttered, standing up and making his way to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. He paused when he was suddenly hit with a dizzy spell, the room spinning before his eyes. "Kuso!" He cursed as he tripped over the remote on the floor. He fell and his head banged against the coffee table, knocking him unconscious.

"Hikari!"

Someone was shaking him. Malik grunted, and tried to open his eyes, but was unable to due to the consistent pounding in his head.

"Ra damn it, hikari! Wake up!"

"Urgh." Malik mumbled, and blinked his eyes open blearily. Why was his head throbbing? He looked up at his yami, and squinted at him. Was that, worry on the other's face? "What happened to me?"

"You must have fell, dolt." Marik snapped irritably, "You hit your head pretty hard." Malik moaned again, so that was why his head hurt so much. He reached his hand back and winced when he touched the aching area, the back of his hair was sticky.

"Shimatta, I think I'm bleeding." Malik grimaced, and struggled to hold back tears of pain. He did NOT want to start crying in front of his yami. He sat up, prepared to get some bandages and disinfectant, but let out a sharp cry when the movement caused his head to hurt worse.

"Baka." Marik snorted, and surprised Malik by scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to the couch. "Stay here." He then disappeared into the bathroom to get the first aid kit, leaving a puzzled Malik on the couch.

"Are you okay Marik?" He asked as soon as his yami walked back in the room.

"Of course I am. You're the one who stupidly fell and hit his head. I came back home to find you lying on the floor passed out. " He said, pulling out some disinfectant cream and bandages. Malik frowned.

"Well, if you hadn't left me all alone, I wouldn't have probably been out cold this long!" Malik shouted before he flinched. Talking so loud hurt his head. "I probably would have stopped bleeding a lot sooner too."

"Hmph, don't try blaming me for you idiocy." Marik retorted, about to apply the antiseptic to Malik's head when Malik pulled himself away. Marik scowled. "Knock it off, baka."

"Iie!" Malik shouted, startling Marik. "If you hate me so much then just let me do it. After all, it's MY fault you left me all alone in this heat. It's MY fault that you left the remote on the floor for me to trip on. It's MY entire fault, so just leave me alone!" Marik gaped at his light, utterly shocked.

"Hikari..."

"No! Just go away!" Malik was struggling to hold in his tears now. He knew he was being overdramatic, but he couldn't help be upset that his yami never seemed to really care about him. "Go back over to Bakura's house! That's all you seem to do now anyways!" Marik stood his ground, staring at his hikari intently. "Not going? Fine, I will." Malik hissed, standing up to storm out of the room, but was once again caught in a dizzy spell. He fell, expecting to hit the ground, but instead someone caught him. He looked up into Marik's concerned eyes before promptly blacking out.

"Baka hikari." A voice said softly. Malik groaned, opening his eyes to once again come face to face with his yami.

"Did I pass out again?" Malik whispered hoarsely. He winced at the scratchy sound of his voice and wished he had a glass of water. Something was shoved in his hands, and he blinked, looking down at the cup in surprise.

"Drink." Marik commanded, and stood up from his crouched position by the couch, walking back into the kitchen.

"Arigatou." Malik muttered, gulping down the soothing liquid in amazing speed. He sighed, feeling his throat become less sore. He sat up, carefully this time, and touched the back of his head, noticing with surprise, that the cut was bandaged.

"Takes these." Marik appeared once again. Malik jumped at the sound of his yami's voice, and looked up to see him holding two pills in his hands. Malik muttered another thank you, and swallowed the two tablets with another glassful of water Marik had brought him. Marik plopped down on the couch next to his hikari, staring at the blank screen of the television with fake interest. Malik squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable with the sudden silence. Then, he began to fidget and send Marik nervous glances before he exhaled noisily.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Marik." He apologized, now staring at the ground. He shouldn't have reacted that way to his yami's actions. He knew the other only wanted to help, and Malik had began to shout and yell at him.

"Whatever." Marik shrugged, then looked at Malik sternly. "But I would like to know why exactly you blew up at me."

"I, I guess I was just irritable from the heat." Malik lied, avoiding Marik's eyes.

"You're lying." Marik stated in a monotone voice, and turned back towards the television set. Malik chose not to answer, and stared at the floor, once again uncomfortable with the silence.

"Marik?"

"Hn."

"Do you really hate me?" Marik darted his eyes to his hikari and raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you ask that?" He shot back. Malik stared at the ground, his bangs hiding his tear-filled eyes.

"Because, you say you hate me all the time. Plus, you don't really care what happens to me at all." Malik said, trying not to let Marik hear the waver in his voice. "I just wanted to know if you mean it when you say you hate me."

Silence. Malik shook his head, tears threatening to spill down his face.

"You know what? N-Never mind. Forget I asked."

"Hn. Baka hikari." Marik snorted, and then surprised Malik by pulling him into his embrace.

"N-Nani?"

"I don't hate you." Malik looked up at Marik hopefully.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really." Marik answered, and squeezed his light tighter. Malik sighed, and snuggled into his yami's arms, content.

"Thanks for everything, Marik."

"No problem...Malik."

Malik's eyes shot open and he once again stared at his dark in awe.

"Y-You! You said my name!" Malik sputtered out, lavender eyes wide with shock. Marik looked at him, agitated. "You never say my name!"

"Yeah? Gotta problem with that?" He snapped. Malik shook his head, smiling brightly and burrowed back into Marik's chest.

"Nope." He whispered, momentarily forgetting the terrible throbbing sensation in his head, and the stifling heat. "No problem at all."

Chibi B: See? It ended sorta...weirdish.

Taski: It doesn't even look finished.

Chibi B: I know. . But, I tried writing more, but nothing came out but gibberish! So, maybe I'll get inspiration later to add a second part or something, I hope you enjoyed this!

Oh! And, new idea! If you suggest an idea for a oneshot, I may decide to use it, and the story will be dedicated to the person who came up with the idea! Remember, it can only be a pairing that includes Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Marik! NOBODY ELSE! No, Yami/Ryou, Bakura/Jounouchi, etc...

R&R!

(By the way, this was written with Taski's memory still intact, a few months ago...and I just found it now and decided to post! Just to let you know...okies, Ja ne!)