Before I begin and let you read, italics are memories. Enjoy Make a Wish.

"Marik? Marik Ishtar?"

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"Malik, where's your brother?"

"He said he wanted to go catch ratasnakes."

"Ratasnakes? ..Rattlesnakes? Good god, there's no rattlesnakes around here, where'd he go?"

"Over the hills and far away!"

"Malik!"

"..I don't know.." Cowers.

Sighs heavily. "Everyone proceed with nap time, Yuugi, I'll leave them to you."

The volunteer worker looked a bit shocked, but nodded anyways.

"Thank-you, Yuugi."

"I think you should wear a coat, Atem, it was snowing this morning."

"Right, coat. Marik didn't take his coat! Argh! Goddamnit!" Grabbing the small black coat, Atem rushes from the daycare. From the moment that spawn of Satan had stepped through the daycare doors, it had been nothing but constant trouble.

"Snakes. Why would the goddamn idiot want to catch snakes!" Atem's mind wandered as he walked around to try to find Marik.

"Atem? That's a stupid name."

"What a…charming child."

"My brother's like that! I'm Malik! He's Marik!"

Atem looked over the two kids then to the woman.

"It's my responsibility to look after them, but I have work, my little brothers are wonderful, and I've heard this is the best daycare.."

Poor woman looked apologetic for the loudmouth kid. "Miss Ishtar, your brothers are in good hands."

"You sound like a girl, does he even have a dick, Ishizu?"

Malik giggles.

"Marik! Don't be so rude to your teacher!"

Yeah, things hadn't started out very well two years ago. A chill brough his mind back to what he's doing. "Marik? Marik! Answer me if you hear me!"

"Marik? Marik! Are you listening to me?"

"Blah, blah blah, your story is boring. Read something about killing and stuff!"

"How about I finish this story first, then I'll tell you another story during nap time?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Marik!"

"Hahaha! You should see how red your face gets!"

That was three months in, the boy was still wild but slightly more cooperative. He had been really happy about the bloody tale, taking over of the story half way through. The part where they kept swearing was bad though.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Marik! Stop it!" Prying the two children away from each other, Atem was nowehere near pleased.

"Why are you two fighting!"

"He hit me!"

"Marik did you hit him?"

"He shook my brother!"

This was the fifth incident, Atem had learned by now Marik was very protective over Malik.

"Did you shove Malik?"

"…..yes."

"Did you apologize to Malik?"

"Yes!"

"Malik?"

"Yes.." Malik answered, rubbing his eyes.

"Then there's no need for a fight, Marik!"

"He shoved my brother!"

"Fighting is not—"

"HE SHOVED MY BROTHER!"

That had ended in a timeout for Marik for yelling at Atem. That had been half a year too. At least it was better..somewhat.

"Haaaaaappppyy birthday to you~!"

"Surprise! We got a cake for you!" Atem walked out with the cake, having eight candles. The whole class clapped, Malik being the loudest, who proceeded to shake his brother, who was shocked.

"Cake..? Me?"

"Mhmm," Atem rarely got to see a surprised look from Marik, he smiled happily.

"..Can I see it closer?"

"Atem took the cake from the table and closer to Marik crouching down beside him. "Here."

"Wow..a…whole cake for me.."

"Mhm—"

The cake was then pushed straight into Atem's face.

"..for me to shove into your face!"

The whole class was in hysterics.

Atem? Quite the opposite.

That was one year, such a troublesome kid. Atem sighed. It had started snowing and Marik was not anywhere the daycare children would usually go playing. "Marik! Are you there?"

"Atem? Atem? Where are you?"

They were playing hide and eek, and well, Marik and found everything but Atem.

'Now if I told you, it'd be too easy.' Atem thought to himself.

Marik had started calling him Atem after around the first year. He was rather happy about that.

"Humph. Oh Staaarrrrfish~? I can hear you day-dreaming!"

Facepalming, Atem took a deep breath. God, this kid irritated him. Noticing from the corner of his eyes that Marik was getting closer, he started a countdown in his head.

'Three, two, one..!' "Rarrrrrrrrrwwwwwwww!"

"Fucking Jesus fucking my mother!" Marik fell back, yelling the curse out loudly. Atem stood straight, putting his hands to his hips. The look on Marik's face was so funny, but that curse was so not funny.

That was one and a half year. Atem had a pretty good laugh, and thinking back, it was really pretty funny. But well, Marik had got pissed at him for a while month. Shudderng in the cold, Atem hugged himself, he forgot his own coat, he had only gotten Marik's coat, and that's a bit too small for him. "Oh for fuck's sake, Marik, where are you?" Atem hissed under his breath, visible white air floated as he spoke to himself. Reaching the top of the small hill where he knew was Marik's 'hiding place', the daycare teacher was slightly upset as the boy was there. "Oh, Marik..Marik?" Spotting a small figure at the foot of the hill on the other side, Atem noticed Marik sitting in the snow. "Marik!" Atem yelled, running down to his student, who looked rather surprised but slightly amused to see the teacher.

"What are you doing here, Starfish?"

"Looking for you. Breaktime has long ended."

"Has it? Eh."

"Not eh. Come on, lets go back, and put on your coat."

"You didn't bring yours," he noted. "Aren't you cold?"

"A little, so-"

"I'm not done yet."

Atem saw in Marik's hands were flowers, a…ring of them? A large one too, one tiny and one small one was by the side. Sighing, knowing he can't argue with the kid, he sat in the snow, waiting. "Is my brother asleep?"

"Probably."

"Hmn."

After that, they sat there in silence for around ten more minutes.

"Done."

"Done? Lets go."

"Wait, sit."

The twenty year oild sighed heavily, sitting down again. To his surprise, Marik placed the flower hoop they just finished making onto his head. "Huh?"

"It's for you, retard. Gimme your hand." He demanded, reaching out and taking Atem's hand, putting the tiny ring of flowers around the teacher's finger. "When I grow up, I'm marrying you."

Blink. Blink. Smile. "Marik.."

"Because you're twenty and don't even have a single date. Only I'll ever want you anyways."

….Twitch.

"The last hoop's for Malik, gimme my coat, woman."

Twitch. Twitch.

Putting on his coat, Marik stoof with the last flower hoop in hand. Looking back, about to question why Atem was so silent, he recognized the angry look on their face. "Well, shit.."

"Marik, why don't you come give me a hug.."

"..my bride wants to spank me, how naughty~"

"Marik!"

The boy laughed and ran ahead, towards the daycare. Atem chased after him, glowers still on his head, and ring still on his finger.

That was a total of two years.

This one is actually one of my favourites.

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