A/N: Something random, my brains made. Probably not the best thing I ever wrote. :D But it doesn't matter. Cute little psychoshipping fic.

Something Natural

"So what's with this thing called love?" Bakura asked, lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"What about it?" Marik asked, leaning against the chimney.

He and Bakura usually came to smoke to the roof. Their hikaris didn't let them smoke inside, or near them anyway. Bakura half lying, half sitting held his cigarette between his index and middle finger and stared at it thoughtfully.

"You know, when Ryou first started dating this guy, he was very nice to me," Bakura told. "I didn't have to do the chores. He didn't mind my stealing. He didn't say anything about my smoking, drinking or time I got home. It was really annoying and un-Ryou-like."

"So what did you do?" Marik asked, breathing out smoke.

Bakura sighed.

"I stole one guy's car, and hit a tree with it. And all Ryou did when I got home, bleeding and drunk as a boot, was that he slapped me and screamed how worried he was."

"Oh my. Definitely love."

"I know. So tell me about it."

"Love... Love is... Uh.... Love is something natural," Marik said matter-of-factly.

"And it makes people act weird?" Bakura asked.

"Probably," Marik shrugged. He didn't really know much about love."Have you ever asked Ryou about love?"

"Yeah. He gave me a fucking speech about love, affection and teddy bears. How, when in love all you can think about it is that other guy. How, every valentine you should give something to your love, to show him affection: like a cute little teddy bear. I never knew speeches could be so pink."

"But I like teddy bears," Marik said.

Bakura raised his eyebrows. Mairk grinned, a grin only he could master.

Silent pause, in which both yami's finished their first cigarettes and lit new ones.

"Maybe I should try it once," Bakura thought.

"You mean love?" Marik asked.

"Yeah," Bakura nodded.

"But you don't even like pink," Marik argued. "Besides it's not like you can make someone fall in love with you."

"I can't?" Bakura tilted his head in disappointment.

"No you can't, it just happens, or something." Marik answered, though he seemed not sure about it. Marik wasn't usually the best option, when it came to talking about love. The psycho, he had to admit it, didn't know anything about love.

Bakura stared at Marik. Then he grinned widely.

"Wanna try?"

Marik turned to look at Bakura. He smirked. Casually he walked to Bakura. Marik leaned over him and kissed him.

"You can't make someone fall in love with you," Marik whispered, staring deeply in Bakura's eyes.

"I guess I can't then," Bakura chuckled.

Marik flicked his cigarette and smiled.