Author's note: Eheh. It's been a while, hasn't it? XD; I've gotten so caught up with school and my work that I've forgotten about my account, pretty much. D: Anyway, I'm attempting to revamp it, so never fear? -hit-

I'm back with a quick ficlet - but, be warned, it IS het.

Pairing: Malik Ishtar x Anzu Mazaki.

Rating: PG-13.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou, Malik or Anzu. D:

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, adult themes, Malik's goody-two-shoes act.

Priorities

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Malik had cleaned the stains from the sheets, done the grocery shopping, thrown all his and Anzu's dirty clothing into the washing machine, adjusted every item in the apartment so it was perfectly aligned and, most importantly, showered and dressed appropriately. He'd traded his midriff and skin-tight pants in for khakis and a black sweatshirt; if Anzu wasn't impressed with him, now, then he didn't know what else he could possibly do.

As Malik heard the front door opening, he moved to quickly pull the tray from the oven – he'd even gone as far as to cook Anzu some "brownies", or whatever it was she had come home from New York babbling about.

When Anzu walked into the kitchen, Malik was innocently sitting at the table, head propped in a hand as he smirked at her.

"Bad day?" he asked, attempting to hide his amusement at her dirt-stained leotard and mud-covered shoes.

"Ha." Anzu fixed Malik with a glare, slipping out of her shoes and turning to place them behind the door; Malik saw his chance and indulged in the damp cloth clinging to Anzu's curves. When she turned to face him again, though, he was smirking and pretending to read a magazine sprawled open across the tabletop.

Rolling her eyes at her room-mate, Anzu wandered further into the kitchen and paused, eyeing the brownies sitting on the bench. "… Malik, what is this supposed to be?"

Malik blinked innocently, looking up at Anzu from his "reading". "I thought you might be having a rough day, so I made you some of those things you wouldn't stop talking about," he said, hiding a grin.

It was only then that Anzu noticed Malik's sudden change in clothes, the fresh fruit in the basket, and the general sparkliness of their shared apartment.

"… You're up to something."

Malik wanted to say, "Finally; you're getting warmer," but refrained, simply raising an eyebrow at her. "You question my honesty?"

"All the time," Anzu said dryly, before pausing and smiling mischievously. She sauntered over to Malik, hips swaying much more than necessary, and leaned down so her face was close to his. "This doesn't mean I'll sleep with you, Malik. … But it's a start."

And with that, Anzu Mazaki strode out of the room, perfectly aware she was leaving a wet trail from her clothing in her wake; but, then, that was what Malik was for, now – cleaning.

Malik licked his lips unconsciously, grinning wickedly. He'd been trying to get into Anzu's pants since he'd met her during Battle City, and he had finally found his opportunity.

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A/N: And that's all, until the next update. :3 If anyone has any thoughts or comments on this ficlet, it would be awesome to drop a review and let me know what I can improve on/change. Also, for anyone who's read 'Delirium', it will be continued. :D