Disclaimer: Alright, I see problems where I am going with this. One: I have been studying for a huge exam and my mind is all over the place. And Two: I've been humming consistently for hours now. I do not own SK. And any of you who don't think marco sucks- please don't read- I wouldn't want to offend you –polite smile- and I do not hate lyserg…he just…happens to be with marco a lot…

He walked down the street, passing a small child as the went. The child put his hands in his pockets and continued down the street. Marco looked at his own hands, and sighed to himself- he not only did not have pockets- but his pants were so tight it was almost impossible for him to even dream of sticking his hands in his pockets that he didn't have anyway.

"Marco-kuuun!" Came a small voice from behind him, and the running of feet.

Marco paused and turned, seeing himself in the window he walked up and admired himself. Oh how he loved himself and oh how so beautiful he was. It was distracting how lovely he was.

His eyes…his lovely smile…the way his hair curled around his face and made him look so-

"Maaaarco kuuuuuuuuun!" Lyserg ran up to him and stopped, breathing heavily.

Marco blinked and looked over. "Lyserg."

"I have been-calling—your name—for—ever…" He panted, leaning over on his knees to catch his breath.

"What do you want Lyserg, I was busy, you KNOW when I'm looking into shiny, reflective objects I am busy!"

Lyserg shrank, his pupils became small dots. "Jeanne- sama wishes…"

"Tell Jeanne-sama to go look in a mirror." He said back shortly, brushing a curl of hair from his face and looking in his coat for pockets. Maybe his coat had pockets.

"She needs you at the moment Marco-kun…" Lyserg said, straitening himself back up.

Marco found his pocket and dug his hand in it quickly, fishing out a small Chap Stick tube and looking in the mirror.

"What did I say to tell her Lyserg?" He opened the tube and puckered his lips, spreading the Chap Stick on and smacking his lips together. "Does this colour look good to you?"

Lyserg looked at his lips for a moment then looked gave macro a funny look. "That is besides the point- do you want me to tell Jeanne-sama to look in a mirror- seriously?"

"Yes," He put the Chap Stick away. "In fact I do."

"But…"

"Butts are for chairs Lyserg-kun. You had better look in a mirror too someday, your face is…" he grabbed Lyserg's face and mashed it around in his hand. "A little off or something like that."

"My face is fine Marco-kun." He stepped back quickly and rubbed his face. "You should be careful…"

"GO TELL JEANNE MY ANSWER!"

Lyserg took off really fast down the street to go find Iron Maiden Jeanne. In a split moment Marco decided he was going to go get some ice cream across the street. He pushed the button, the light signaled to cross and he went across the street. The car next to him was so shiny, he just had to stop and admire himself in the shine.

"Get out of the way Sir." The person inside said. Marco moved to the side mirror and admired himself more- because he was feeling vain and lovely.

"Because," He reminded his reflection. "I am pretty and lovely."

There was a honk and a car made a sharp turn, there was just enough time for Marco to see his lovely reflection in the windshield of the car before he forgot everything.

And that is the end of Marco, the man with insanely short/tight shorts, and a stupid mind.

The end.