Yami Marik was hanging upside down on Marik's bed and Marik was on the floor, sitting up and leaning against it, reading Shounen Jump. Malik stared numbly at the ceiling for a while and Marik read in peaceful silence.
"I was thinking," Malik began in his deep voice. Marik flipped a page.
"That's always a bad sign," he said without looking up. Malik frowned.
"Be nice, you bastard," the Yami said numbly. "Anyway, I was thinking, your alias at Battle city was Namu right?"
"Yeah, what of it?" the Light replied, flipping another page and digging some old popcorn out from under the bed to munch on.
"It's a stupid name," Malik said bluntly. Marik looked at his Dark, glaring.
"I thought you just told me to be nice!" he protested.
"I told YOU to, not me," the other said.
"Idiot," Marik said, shaking his head and returning to his comic. Malik snatched the comic. "HEY!"
"Seriously though," Malik continued, rolling over to lie on the comic, "aren't you afraid of being mistaken as Shamoo? Or Shampoo? Or Nabu?"
"Shamoo is a whale, shampoo is a hair product, and Nabu is a planet in a very stupid anime. None of them look like me," Marik snapped. "Now gimme back my comic."
"No. But think, the names are SO similar, SOME idiot is going to get them mixed up," the dark tried to explain.
"So what? I go by Marik now- it doesn't matter anymore! Now GIMME!" Marik yelled, grabbing at the corner sticking out. Yami Marik snatched it away in time.
"Never! Not till you listen to me!"
"Never!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" and Marik stormed from the room. Yami Malik grinned, and popped open the comic.
"My turn," he murmured.