[Mission Childish][a Marik drabble]

"It's not fair!" the blond Egyptian pouted, crossing his bare arms over the front of his chest. "How come he gets to go with you?"

"He's my assistant," you said calmly, placing a sweater in your open suitcase.

"But, you've never taken me to Italy!" He stamped his foot a bit and turned around as you walked behind him to dig through your jewelry box for that pearl necklace your mother had bought for you.

"Shush," you muttered, plucking it from its place in the velvet cushion, "your time will come..."

"But you're not dating him." Marik huffed slightly and deepened his displeased frown. "He's no one special..."

"Quiet," you breathed, zippering your bag up and clasping the string of pearls around your neck while staring at him in irritation. "When you get a job, you can choose who goes with you on business trips."

"It's not fair," he restated, walking over and taking hold of your hand. "I would take you..."

"Great," you smiled at the pouting teenager, "do that. I have to go catch a plane."

"But Eliza," he mumbled, staring you in the face with those big, abnormally intense purple eyes of his, "don't leave me here for an entire month."

"Two weeks," you corrected, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling away and dragging your suitcase out of the room.

"That's far too long!" he whined, trotting after you and out the front door to the waiting taxi. "What'll I do to keep myself occupied? Odion's no fun to talk to."

You restrained from defending the older brother's quiet nature. "Stop being a baby and read or something. Walk around town; meet new people," you offered, sliding into the back seat as the driver placed your bag in the trunk. "There's plenty to do around here. And talking to Odion isn't that bad," you retorted, eyeing him carefully as he approached the open window.

Marik bent down to peer at you through the open half-open glass. "Still," he said, adamant in his own misery, "I'll be bored and unhappy."

"Sorry to hear that," you drawled, tapping him on the cheek. The younger boy pouted for the billionth time, the expression barely detracting from his inane good looks. For a second, you were tempted to jump him right there on the sidewalk. Before your hormones could eat your mind alive you gestured for the driver to take off. "Have fun."

"... No way in hell..." the youngest Ishtar muttered as your taxi sped off down the road and away from him.