"You know what makes me sick?!?!?" Bakura exclaimed, making known that his arms were being crossed.

Mariku raised a brow at him. "What?" Then he returned to picking flowers.

"I'm sickened that Ryou has turned you into such a pansy!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mariku, look at yourself! You're picking flowers in board daylight. Hell, there are birds on your shoulders!!!"

Tweet tweet. Mariku smiled. "Hello, little guy."

Bakura face palmed.

"You know, Florence, you make it seem like I'm doing this all on a whim." Mariku's smile turned into a sneer. "You didn't even ask why. You just saw my behavior and decided that you hated it, which kinda hurts my feelings." But he wasn't really hurt at all.

"Um, alright...why are you doing this?"

Mariku's grin grew wider when he whispered, "Let's just say that my Creampuff makes it all...worthwhile."

~~~

"Mariku! My dearest!" Ryou speed-walked down the hall and handed him a basket, prepared to ask him for a favor. "Would you mind picking flowers for me?"

"Hell yeah, I mind." He frowned. "Why would I ever want to pick flowers? In the sun? During the day? And go outside?"

The twinkle in Ryou's once-hopeful eyes dimmed, he looked down at his sneakers, and put his hands behind his back. He took the basket and sighed, "I suppose that's true. I wouldn't want to make you feel weird..." And he began to turn and walk away, adding an audible sniffle.

Mariku snatched the basket from his teary-eyed Creampuff and kissed him on the nose. "I'll pick you a whole garden!!! Don't cry don't cry don't cry!!! Pleeeeeease please please please don't cry!!!"

Ryou wiped his nose with his sleeve and let his lower lip quiver for dramatic effect. "You p-promise...?"

He got onto his knees and pulled Ryou to himself, feeling his arms surround his entire skull. "I promise."

Half assed one shot idea before bed, mostly cuz I haven't updated anything in ever. I'm mostly just figuring out which classes to take for next year, which is scary because it's only January and time has flown by so quickly. Oh, and I'm grieving for America's soon-to-be-death. Which is tomorrow.

yay.