***Suggestion by Supersteffy.***
They shared a mirror like they did most mornings, getting ready for the day.
Marik looked at Bakura in the mirror's reflection. "What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"You have an amused look on your face."
Bakura chuckled to himself. "You're being paranoid."
"Am I? I doubt it."
"It was nothing."
"It's never nothing with you."
"If I tell you - you'll yell at me like it's my fault, and it's not my fault this time."
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to set your copy of Sandman on fire."
Bakura didn't believe him, but Marik's threat still pissed him off. "Fine." He plucked a hair out of Marik's head.
Marik covered the area with both of his hands. "Ow. What the hell, Bakura?"
"Look." Bakura showed the hair to Marik. "It's gray."
"What?" Marik pinched the hair with his thumb and forefinger and took it from Bakura so he could examine it in the light. "No it's not."
"Yes it is. I saw at least three of them."
"No you didn't!"
Bakura's amused expression returned. "Yes. I did."
Marik scowled at the hair, silver instead of gold. "This is your fault, you know."
Bakura snorted. "Told you I'd be blamed for this somehow."
"Well, if you didn't stress me out ever day for the last two decades then I wouldn't be going gray, already!"
Bakura fluffed his own hair with his fingers. "Lucky for me I'll never have to worry about my hair changing color."
"Oh fuck this. Come on, we're going to the store."
"Why? Are we getting you prunes and a walker?"
"Fuck you. We're getting a box of hair dye."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "It's just a few gray hairs. I only noticed because the bathroom lights were shining right on top of your head."
"I don't care. I'm dying my hair."
"That'll only cover the gray - it won't erase the fact that they're there."
Marik ground his teeth together. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear to the gods, Bakura."
Bakura only laughed at Marik's vague threat. "Who the hell am I going to tell? I don't talk to anyone but you, stupid."
Marik scowled. "This is still all your fault."