Dolls Eyes

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Onto the fic! I dont own Yugioh
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"...There. It's done." Bakura wiped his forehead tiredly and stared at his work, falling back to sit down. He sighed,
satisfied, and took a drink from the mug that was next to him. Marik watched him then snorted and rubbed his eyes, glancing
at his watch. They had been working on Malik for over 8 hours.Bakura finally sat up and pressed a button inside the doll then
sealed the skin up. "Malik, Activate." Maliks eyes flashed open, just like they had done the first time then he blinked and
looked at Marik and Bakura. Bakura glared at him. "Sit up." The doll did so, shaking a little as if he hadnt moved in a very
long time and he leaned against his elbows, looking up at the two older men, whereas Bakura grinned in self-satisfaction.


"How does it feel?" Bakura asked. Malik blinked then, stabilizing himself with only one hand, pulled a hand up then wiggled
his fingers, his eyes showing that he was evaluating. "Upper body is completely effeciant. 100% Working." He answered, and
Marik wrinkled his nose slightly at how...robotic he sounded. Bakura sighed then began to gather his things. "You owe me alot
Marik.I mean, seriously, this shit costs a hell of alot of money.." Bakura mumbled. Marik nodded then grinned slightly. "Dont
worry, I always repay a debt." He answered then Bakura smiled slightly and nodded. "Alright. I'll see you in class tomorrow
then?" Bakura asked. "Yep, unless I die on the way to work by some horrible freak accident." Marik replied, and they both
laughed a bit before Bakura decided to leave and left a little quickly, muttering about being late.


Marik snickered, guessing that he left Ryou tied up to the bed, promising to be back at a certain time and now is in trouble
with a white haired bunny. Yes, he actually had nicknames for everyone. He suddenly remembered the Doll on his floor and
looked down at Malik who was moving his fingers as if he had never seen them before.Shaking from his head the brief thought
of him being adorable, he leaned down then gathered Malik into his arms, standing up and carrying him bridal style to the
bathroom.Here, he set Malik on the counter, leaving him to lean against the wall while he set to filling the bathtub with
warm water. He may be a Doll, but he doesnt have to be a germy Doll.


Sighing as he waited, Marik looked to Malik, who currently had his eyes closed and was pressing his cheek against the wall,
apparently liking the warmth that was beginning to fill the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and making the occupants drowsy.
Noticing the bathtub filled to the point he wanted, Marik snapped out of it then turned the water off, standing up then
pulling the dolls overly large black shirt off and tossing it elsewhere. He blushed faintly, but told him that this was merely
a Doll, and he should act more maturely, he took the other into his arms and turned, walking over then carefully setting him
in the bathtub. Malik tilted his head at the water, and ran his slim fingers through it as if it were liquid silk before
looking up at Marik as he picked up the bathrooms washing bucket and carefully poured water over Maliks head, instructing him
to close his eyes.


Picking up a washrag, he got it wet then soapy before beginning to wash Maliks arms, then legs, then back, then front,
cleaning the Doll everywhere while he mentally chanted to himself that he was a Doll, and therefore, he shouldnt get excited.
As soon as he was finished with that, he looked through his scented shampoos then pulled out the pomegranite shampoo and
conditioner. It had a secret meaning, that he was sure that no one else would know and he shrugged before he carefully poured
water on Maliks head again before pouring some of the shampoo into his hands and beginning to work the stuff into the Dolls
hair before washing it out and repeating the action with the conditioner, while answering Maliks questions of what the things
he was using were. It was sort of cute how he didnt know.


After making sure that he had washed off everything, Marik pulled the plug in the bath to let the water drain then wrapped a
towel around Malik before pulling him out easily and setting him onto the counter to dry off the tan skin while Malik watched
him, apparently sleepy. Marik smirked softly then reached up and dried the Dolls hair a bit with the towel before he reached
over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a brush, then began to brush Maliks hair. Malik closed his eyes, apparently enjoying it
and Marik chuckled a little before finishing and carrying Malik out into the living room, letting him sit on the couch while
his hair dried a bit more. He had to admit, he still wasnt comfortable with Malik naked around him now for some reason.


Marik sighed before heading into his kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cubboard and opening the fridge, pulling out some
orange juice and pouring it into the cup before closing the container and putting it back before closing the door.
He made his way into the living room and sat on the couch next to Malik before taking a sip, though he almost spat out the
liquid when he felt Malik touch his cheek.His silvery lavender eye looked at Malik, who seemed not to notice as he ran his
fingers over the older mans cheek again.


Arching an eyebrow, Marik cleared his throat, making Malik look up at him before he eyed the Doll. "What are you doing?"
Malik blinked then tilted his head before answering, "I cannot feel anything, Master..Only tempurature." Marik blinked
then tried to remember what Bakura was talking about while he was fixing Malik. "Bakura said that..Feeling wasnt a built-in
option for a normal Doll.It would have to be installed by a custom doll upgrader and that's illegal.."Marik said, blinking
thoughtfully.

Malik looked down, apparently thinking, before he looked up at Marik and and shrugged. "Oh well. I am sorry for asking,
Master." He replied before looking at the television. He looked like he was just gazing thoughtfully at it instead of staring
blankly. At least, Marik thought that. Sighing, Marik took another sip of his orange juice before reaching over to feel
Maliks hair to see if it was dry yet. Smiling as it was, he set the glass on the table then sighed and closed his eyes,
starting to relax a little.

If he would have looked closely, he would have seen a hint of sadness and thoughtfulness that was almost human in the Dolls
eyes.
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So sorry this one was so short, but people wanted it posted and I have the plot sorta planned out, so this stuff is just
filling up space until I feel ready to write the REAL plot! Please tell me what you think, I love all your reviews!