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Summary: Bakura and Ryou play with sharpies.
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It was evening in the Bakura house, and Ryou really wished that it were quiet. But, being Bakura's house, it was natural that things should have been anything but quiet.
"Bakura, can you stop for a second?" Ryou's pink marker paused over the surface of his CD. "I have to get these all labeled and done for sensei by tomorrow, and I have half the class left to go."
"I- damn, you made me miss. Damnnit…"
Ryou looked over at his roommate, who was jumping up and down as if the floor was something to be attacked. "Stop playing DDR for a while, will you?"
"I like this game," Bakura said defensively. "I thought you wanted me to find things that I liked, what with all your 'Bakura, be a good sport and go play with Yami-kun… Bakura, you should find something nice to do while I'm doing my homework… Bakura, you have to admit there are some things that are good about the modern world…'"
"I don't sound that whiny," said Ryou. "You don't need to be such an ass."
"Right, well, I'm just saying it back to you."
"Bakura. It's nice that you like my playstation but stop jumping around for a while or I'm going to mark these up wrong!"
"What are you yelling for?" Bakura said mildly. Ryou tilted his head up and saw him standing above him with a smile.
"Thanks."
Ryou returned to carefully labeling the CDs, with Bakura flopped on the floor next to him. Bakura rolled around on the carpet, watching Ryou with disinterest. At length, he picked up a turquoise blue marker and stared at it fixedly. Ryou watched him out of the corner of his eye and wondered what he was doing.
"Ryou, can you put that down for a minute?"
"Hmm?"
"Ok, great."
Suddenly, Bakura pounced on Ryou, who fell onto his back in surprise. "Bakura!"
"Nn." Bakura was busy undoing the buttons of Ryou's shirt. It was no easy task, since he had to hold Ryou's flailing arms with the other hand. "Stop moving, you idiot."
"I- it- it- it- it tickes!" Ryou gasped. "Stop it. Stop, stop…"
"Only an idiot like you gets ticklish at the smallest annoying thing," Bakura growled. "If you don't stop moving, I'll probably mark on your shirt by accident."
"Huh? Bak- Bakura, why do you have a marker?"
"You'll see."
"I'll what?"
"There." Abruptly, Bakura flung open the front of Ryou's polo shirt. He stared appraisingly at the pale chest underneath.
"I have school tomorrow, Bakura."
"I know you do."
"So what… Bakura! STOP IT. STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP I can't breathe… I… stop it…"
"There."
Ryou gasped and put a hand over his chest as Bakura rolled off of him and threw something on his desk. "What are you…?"
"I'm putting it back where I got it. I think you told me to do that, too, if I remember correctly."
Ryou stared at his friend as Bakura turned on the playstation and ducked down to fiddle with the disk controls again. As corny pop music filled the room again, he looked down at his chest. He muttered to himself- "I have the weirdest boyfriend ever."
PROPERTY OF YAMI BAKURA