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(Bakura POV)

It was lunchtime. I glanced at Marik. We were both sitting as far from each other as possible and we'd both in silence for the past hour or so, both staring at the TV blank screen and occasionally stealing a glance at the other. We were both sitting as far from each other as possible and the entire atmosphere was just plain awkward. My stomach groaned and the fruitcake looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"You hungry?" he asked, quietly.

"Yeah, a bit..." I muttered in reply.

"Want me to go make you a sandwich or something?"

"Umm, sure. Thanks."

"No problem," he said as he went to the kitchen. I sat smiling to myself. I used to just think of him as the annoying, bratty, bitchy, in-the-closet guy in my class... but now that I think about it, Marik's not half bad. He may constantly bitch at me, but after moving in with him, I've realised he's nice, caring and helpful. He's kind of like Ryou in the way that he takes care of me by making me food and cleaning up after me... He's the only real friend I've ever had, other than Ryou... In fact, he's my best friend. I frowned. I'm getting soppy. Bloody Marik, he's turned me soft. His personality must be rubbing off on me. I don't know what I was thinking... I don't care about Marik... He's just an idiot, a bitchy, annoying, camp idiot! And I'm going to force him out of that closet, even if he's kicking and screaming. Bloody Marik.

"Fluffy," I winced at the nickname. "Your sandwich is ready!"

"I'm coming and don't call me 'Fluffy'!"

I heard Marik's laughter as I headed to the kitchen. I smirked. Meatball, bacon and chicken sandwich... my favourite. Marik sure does know me. I sat at the table and immediately began eating.

Marik was sat opposite me, looking at me with an expression of pure disgust. I sighed.

"What is it?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Is that stuff actually... nice?" he whispered, staring at the meat in my sandwich sceptically. Ah, I forgot, he's never had meat... Ryou told me that. I nodded, enjoying my sandwich cheerfully.

"Wow... Fluffy, you actually look happy for once. Is it the joys of eating poor dead animals?"

"No, Marik. This is a really nice sandwich you made me, thank you," I said as I finished the sandwich. Then, I smiled at him, put my plate by the sink and walked upstairs.

Wow... I thanked him and then smiled at him? What's wrong with me recently?

(Marik's POV)

Bakura just thanked me... and then smiled... and he complimented my sandwich...What in Ra's name is going on? Why's he in such a good mood. Was it the sandwich? Does he really enjoy eating meat that much? I will never understand that guy. Why'd he go upstairs? I'm really bored. I might as well go and chat with him while he's actually in a good mood. I smiled and headed to the stairs. I could really get used to Bakura like this, being all happy and such. He's so much nicer like this... Maybe I should make him a sandwich more often. As I walked up the stairs, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I checked my phone and saw that I had a text from Ryou.

Hi, Marik, just letting you know that it was really nice seeing you today and yesterday. You and Bakura are getting on much better than I thought you would which is great to know. Melvin was a little annoyed you went so early, he brought some beers home for us all to have but oh well. Anyway, you and 'Kura are free to sleepover again sometime. C u school. :)

I read through the text. Phew, thank Ra we left early, I'm not good with alcohol, I get drunk on one beer and knowing Melvin he got loads. We're free to sleepover again? I frowned as images flooded into my thoughts about how I had woken up this morning. I felt my cheeks burn. I quickly replied.

Hiya, Ryou. It was nice 2 c u 2. Yh, he annoys the hell outta me tho! Tht's 2 bad. :( Thanks 4 the invite, i'll make sure we do. C U. :)

I finished walking up the stairs and knocked on Bakura's door.

"What?" came his British voice.

"I'm bored." I said and I opened the door. Bakura was laid on his back on his bed, reading a book. I smiled and sat on a stool in his room. He glanced at me and then looked back at his book.

"I didn't say you could come in," he muttered sharply.

"Hey. I'm the one who pays the rent, I own this place."

"Yeah, and you pay it with your sister's money!"

"You were in a good mood a few minutes ago, what the hell happened? Why are you back to your normal grumpy self?"

"Oh, are you saying you don't like how I am? I'm in a bad mood because you entered my room without asking."

"It's not... I didn't... UGH!" I walked out, shut the door and knocked again.

"Umm, Bakura, can I come in, please?" I asked, in the most polite voice I could muster.

"I guess so," came his chuckling reply. I reopened the door, walked back in and this time I sat on the edge of his bed. He sat up and put his book down on his bedside table.

"I didn't say you could sit on my bed," Bakura said, smirking.

"Oh, shut up, Fluffy!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Why? Why should I?"

"Because it's annoying and makes you sound really gay... Probably because you are really gay."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not gay, Fluffy, no matter how much you want me to be."

"And what in the name of buggery do you mean by that, Marik?"

"I'm saying you like me."

"I do not!" Bakura said, glaring at me.

"Prove it."

"Well, for one thing, I'm straight and for another thing, I've got a date after school tomorrow."

"A date?" I asked, eyes widening. I felt an odd sensation rush through me. It was the same feeling I got when he flirted with that waitress. "With who?"

"Oh, you know, Anzu from our Maths class."

"Isn't she the one who likes Yugi?"

"Yeah, but she said yes so..."

"Oh right."

"Marik, you look upset."

"Why on Earth would I be upset? I'm happy for you, Fluffy, you actually got a date! Seriously, I was sure you were gay."

"No, I'm not like you."

"HEY! I'm not gay, you friggin' ass!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he said as he laid back down and went back to reading. I went back to my text conversation with Ryou and we discussed various things, like cooking, Bakura's annoying habits, weird things Melvin does and what lessons we had tomorrow. A few hours later, I glanced at Bakura. He was fast asleep with his book covering his face. I smiled, he looks even more like Ryou than usual when he's asleep. He looks so innocent and calm. Expressionless- no scowl or smirk on his face. Bakura's kind of beautiful. I blushed at my thoughts. I stood up and picked up his book, mentally noting the page number. I then placed it on his bedside table. I tucked him and then just looked at him for a few more minutes. This is the idiot who messes up my house, the idiot who can't cook to save his life, the idiot who's extremely impolite most of the time, the idiot who keeps leaving wet towels on the floor even though I've told him not to but this is also the idiot who makes me blush, the idiot who makes me laugh, the idiot who confuses me all the time and the idiot who makes me jealous.

You're going on a date with Anzu, Bakura? Not if I can help it.

Hi, hope you enjoyed this chapter. ^.^
Marik's finally noticing his feelings.
Anyway, please review and give me feedback on how I can improve. I still don't think I'm very good at writing in character.
Thanks for reading.

-Dani.