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~In Therapy~

By:
Aerys Krystie.

Theme:
AU, totally AU. Some of it wont make sense!

Plot:
Just a short one-shot about Bakura and Marik in therapy about their
relationship, and a load of crap to go with it.

Warnings:
Language, and mentions of other stuff.

Disclaimer:
The characters of Yugi Oh, do not belong to me. I make no profit this.
Ripped from a movie. If you guess it, I'll give you a cookie. I make no claim that anything mentioned in this spinoff belongs to me. I'm not that screwed up on caffeine.

~ * ~

�Okay, this next
exercise deals with listening. One of you will talk, while the other really
just�listens.� Dr. Wong sighed. �Would anyone like to go first?

�I would.� Bakura sat up
from his slouching position in the chair. �I had this crazy dream � �

�Do we have to do
dreams?� Marik cut in.

Dr. Wong shot Marik a
dead look, then motioned for Bakura to continue on with what he was saying.

�I was in this fancy
restaurant, eating lunch, when the waiter brought me my entr�e. It was a salad.
It was Marik�s head on a plate of spinach, with his penis sticking out of his
left ear.� Marik rolled his eyes. �I said: I didn�t order this. And the waiter
said: you must try it, it�s a delicacy. But don�t eat the penis, it�s just
garnish.�

Dr. Wong raised an
eyebrow, then turned to Marik, who was staring at nothing. �Marik, what do you
think of the dream?�

Marik�s eyes narrowed.
�I think he should stop telling it at dinner parties to all our friends. I mean,
dreams should be personal, don�t you think?�

�I�m not here to judge
of to take sides. But I will say communication is healthy.� Dr. Wong raised his
eyebrows at the couple.

�Ah,� Bakura murmured.

��Healthy�? Telling
people he dreams of me being castrated Florentine is healthy?� Marik demanded
indignantly.

�Are there any sexual
problems in the relationship?� Dr. Wong solicited, raising both eyebrows as he
waited for one or the other to reply.

Bakura and Marik
exchanged a glance. �Well, the truth is,� Bakura started, clearing his throat,
�we haven�t had sex in quite a while. And before that it wasn�t all that�� Marik
stared at Bakura. ��Oh, what�s the word? �Noteworthy�. After our twelve month
anniversary, we had gotten into a pretty stale routine. A couple of kisses; a
couple of nipple twists. It would all be over in about the time it takes to make
a cappuccino. I know, because I timed it once. I mean, it�s no wonder I had an
affair.�

Marik sat forward
slightly, leaning over towards Bakura. �How could you tell him all that so
casually like you were asking for a glass of water?�

Bakura cleared his
throat. �Actually, may I have a glass of water?�

Marik sat back in the
chair. �Why don�t you have oral sex, too? I�ll go wait in the car.�

�Oh!� Bakura frowned at
Marik.

Dr. Wong hit the bell he
had on the small, round coffee table in front of him. �Marik, have you forgiven
Bakura for his affair?�

�He just wants me to
wear a red A on my chest, and sleep in the basement,� Bakura complained.

�Is that so
unreasonable?� Marik asked casually.

�Everything is either
black or white with him. I mean, he doesn�t see where he is responsible.�
Marik�s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. �I mean, it didn�t even mean anything.
It shouldn�t even be counted as an affair.�

Marik turned to Dr.
Wong. �I think we need a ruling on this.�

�Marik, have you gotten
over Bakura�s affair?� Dr. Wong asked, staring at the tanned boy.

�Look, it was a long
time. I�m fine about it, I just don�t want to talk about it,� Marik replied,
glancing at his watch.

�Well then tell me, what
do you want from the relationship now?�

�I wanna stop talking
about it,� Marik said through clenched teeth. �The truth is, I want nothing from
it. I have everything I need. I�m actually a very content person.�

Bakura scoffed, sitting
up again, as he had been staring off into the fire. �Oh, what a liar. You�re so
unhappy you can hardly breathe, and I feel it. In every gesture, and every
silence, and I�m miserable. How can we both be in the relationship when I�m
miserable and you�re content?� He stared into Marik�s lilac orbs.

�Luck?�

�Bakura, what do you
want from the relationship?�

Bakura opened his mouth
to speak, but Marik got in first. �Oh, this should be good.�

�And what does that
mean?� Bakura demanded, glaring at his other half.

�Because you don�t know
what you want. You blame everybody else. He is impossible to satisfy. I mean,
let�s really have a look at Bakura�s miserable life. He lives in a
beautiful home,� Marik stated, ticking them off with his fingers.

�Which his mother owns.�

�I have a successful
business.�

�Which his mother owns.
We're in servanty to his mother for a loan in which she charges us eighteen per
cent interest. We could � �

�We took out a loan, we
have to pay it back,� Marik cut in.

�No, no! You took out a
loan. It was your idea, not mine! You took out a loan from Satan Mom.� Bakura
slouched in the chair again.

�He blames my mother for
everything that�s gone wrong in his life. In the meantime, he never
finishes anything he starts. Ah, photography courses, existential philosophy
courses, Scandinavian cooking classes � � Marik ticked each one off on a finger.

�At least I go after my
dreams!�

�To be what?� Marik
asked, a look of disgust on his face. �To be someone who takes photos of Luck
Fish to prove the nothingness of being. No wonder why Malik is so confused.�

�Oh, see? He blames me
for Malik, is that right?� Bakura stared at Dr. Wong.

�I�m not here to judge
or to take � �

�Oh, what the hell good
are you?!� Bakura turned to Marik. �You�re the one who suffocated him with
limitations! Our son is a very creative b � �

�Juvenile delinquent,�
Marik supplied.

� � boy. He has the kind
of imagination � �

�That the Mafia give
scholarships to. In the ninth grade we told him he could get a part time job.
Are you ready for what he did?� Dr. Wong took his glasses off, wiping them. �He
started an escort service for the football team, and he gave out my mother�s
phone number!�

�And I still say that
getting laid by an eighteen year old line backer is just what she needs!� Bakura
shouted, glaring at Marik.

Dr. Wong dinged the bell
again. �Please�let�s lower out voices.�

Bakura and Marik turned
to Dr. Wong, shouting, �Fuck you!�

~ * ~

End.

Short, I know, and I
don�t care. I just found it funny. Take care! Sorry about any mistakes, I�ll fix
them when I can be bothered.
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