More! XD Read, the power of Marik's midriff compels you.
PAIRINGS! XD
Who are your dream Yu-Gi-Oh! lovebirds?
*cough* If it hasn't been made clear by this point, it's THIEFSHIPPING. (Hikari Marik x Yami Bakura)
How would these characters profess their undying love for each other?
"BAKURA!" Marik screamed, terror ringing in his voice.
Bakura whipped his head around, trying to ascertain where the voice had come from.
"Marik? Marik, where are you?"
The two of them, banished to the Shadow Realm by Marik's yami, had gotten separated. Bakura had woken up alone in the dark, swirling mist. After wandering around for several hours, he heard the scream.
"Bakura! Bakura, I'm over he-" Marik's shout was suddenly cut off by a horrifying shriek of pain.
"MARIK!" Bakura felt the panic rising in his chest. Not Marik. Please… not Marik. He ran blindly toward one patch of mist, and to his relief found himself in front of the young Egyptian. His relief was short-lived however, when he saw that Marik was lying curled up on the ground, eyes closed tightly, whimpering. A dozen or so gruesome Shadow creatures were crawling over every inch of him, feeding.
"GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF HIM!" Bakura yelled in rage, commanding the creatures. Slowly, they obeyed him and crept off Marik, returning to the shadows. Bakura knelt down beside him and took the shaking boy into his arms.
"Marik… are you okay?" he asked softly. Two violet eyes opened cautiously and met red.
"… 'K-'kura..." Marik said, his voice wavering slightly. Tears running down his face, he buried his face into the other's shirt, and began to cry, mumbling something between sobs. Bakura stroked his hair gently.
"I love you too, Marik."
What would their first date be like?
"BY THE GODS! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!" Bakura screeched, voice echoing in the dark room that was empty save for him and Marik.
"Shh…" Marik hissed, slapping his arm. "It hasn't even started yet!"
"I would rather be in the bloody Shadow Realm right now!" Bakura said, glaring at his date heatedly. "Why did we have to come HERE?"
"Shut the hell up, fluffy, it's starting!" Marik cried, looking excitedly at the screen before them.
JUDY MOODY AND THE NOT BUMMER SUMMER (1)
Bakura sat back reluctantly into his uncomfortable theater seat. Stupid Marik and his juvenile movie obsession… While Marik sat in rapture, eyes glued to the screen, Bakura stole his popcorn, and used it to distract himself from the cinematic nightmare that was playing before his eyes.
Now… Dress your favorite characters as EACH OTHER 8D!
"Marik, how do you wear these clothes? My midriff is bloody freezing!" Bakura said, attempting to pull the purple hoodie he was wearing down to cover his stomach. Unsuccessful, he settled for just glaring at it angrily. "And these pants are so loose… They keep sliding off my hips!"
"Ha! That's just because your hips aren't wide enough to pull off my look!" Marik grinned at his sullen companion. "But seriously 'Kura, we're gonna have to talk about your clothing choices. These pants are okay. They're tight enough to work… But this striped T-shirt and pull-over?" The blonde tutted loudly. "They're going to have to go." He glanced disdainfully at the attire he now wore. Bakura snorted.
"Blame my limey host."
Next chapter is last. "What If?"s and such. ^^
(1) Ra, I LOVED the Judy Moody series as a kid. ... And then they fucked it and turned it into a terrible movie. *sigh*