In his experience, most problems could be taken care of by: stabbing, setting something on fire, sending someone to the shadow realm, drinking a lot of alcohol, or playing a children's card game. Most problems. But not this. Though setting that horrible thing on fire could be a last resort.
"Come on, Bakura! I know you want to!" That annoying Egyptian was talking. Why? Why had he ever let him talk him into this?
"And Bakura, you did promise." Had he? He was probably drunk at the time, then. Although, now that he thought about it, he was beginning to remember…
"Bakura? Where are you? I need to ask you something!" Ssh. Naughty Egyptian. He was hiding, for reasons he couldn't quite remember at the moment. He was in a closet full of clothes, but he didn't think they were his. They might be the Egyptian's. There was certainly a lot of lilac in here anyway. He reached up and pulled one of the lilac tops off of its hangar, and rubbed it on his cheek. Mmm. Soft. But the top wasn't his friend. The half-full bottle he was holding was. He remembered now; it was the bottle's idea to hide in the closet. Something about it being funny that they were together in a closet?
He took a long drink from the bottle, then spat it out. It was all burny in his mouth. Some of the drink went onto the lilac top he was holding. After a moment or two of thought, he stuffed it down his own top. It could hide there, just in case it was the Egyptian's. He wouldn't like his top being all wet. The closet door opened, and he looked up, to see the Egyptian standing there, wearing another of his lilac tops. He'd been found! Giggling slightly, he shuffled further back into the closet, making a 'shh' motion, putting his finger on his lips. Or at least, he tried to. Being completely and utterly inebriated made locating his hand, and then his mouth, somewhat difficult.
"Bakura, what are you doing in my closet?" He asked. Bakura paused for a moment to think. Then his eyes widened, and he grinned.
"He shed it would be funny." Bakura explained, waving the bottle for emphasis. The Egyptian looked around.
"Who did?" Then his eyes went to Bakura's front. "Bakura, why do you have one of my tops stuffed down your t-shirt?" Bakura grinned up at the Egyptian.
"Better queshtion. Why're all your clothesh pink?"
"They are not pink!" The Egyptian snapped, reaching down and pulling the top out. He made a horrified face at the sight of his top, or more specifically the large red stain on it.
"Bakura! Why did you do that!" He demanded angrily.
"I didn't!" The thief tried, experimentally.
"You are sitting in my closet, holding a bottle of red wine. One of my tops, from the same closet, has a large, red stain on it. A top you stuffed down your own t-shirt. I may not be a genius, Bakura, but when I put two and two together, it usually turns out to be four."
Bakura grinned sheepishly.
"Shorry, Marik." The Egyptian glowered at him.
"That doesn't quite cover it, Bakura. These tops aren't exactly cheap, you know. You'll have to make it up to me somehow." To the inebriated Bakura, this seemed a fair deal.
"What d'you want?" The Egyptian answered swiftly.
"I want you to go to Yugi's Halloween party with me."
"Alright, so I agreed to go to the party with you. I definitely DON'T remember agreeing to wear this, however!" Bakura scowled at the cat costume. The amusement in Marik's voice was obvious as he answered,
"But the costume wasn't my idea, Bakura. You chose it." Bakura groaned loudly, and started to undress.
Anybody get the 'funny if they were together in the closet' thing? Either way, I hope you enjoyed it!