It all started in Wal-Mart...
Hi! This is a fic mainly dealing with Bakura and Marik! A couple of parings but you'll see later. It begins...NOW!
Disclaimer: I didn't forget this time! Me no own, so you can't sue me, so nyah-nyah!
Setting: Malik's house-7: 58 pm
Malik:
Where are you going?
Marik: Does it matter to you? (gets on
motorcycle and revs it up)
Malik: (yelling over the motor) Be back by 9: 00!
Marik: (yelling as he revs it up louder) I can't hear you! (drove off)
Now, driving 95 mph down an intersection, feeling the wind blow in his hair, almost running over a stray cat on purpose, getting chased by the cops, outrunning the cops, sending the cops to the Shadow Realm while almost running into a brick wall; things like this always happen o the dark, crazed entity that is Marik. Now that he's gotten rid of the cops, he's looking for something to do when he sees that he needs gas.
Marik: Dang, where's a gas station when you need one. (t: It's not like I'm gonna pay for it) I know, Wal-Mart! Wal-Mart has everything.
And so, as he set off for Wal-Mart supercenter, he's sees Bakura walking down the road.
Bakura: (t: Damn, I can't have one second alone without this idiot following me) Great.
Marik:
I didn't even say anything. Want a ride?
Bakura: I'd rather walk.
Marik: C'mon, get on. I gotta show you something.
Bakura: (sigh) Fine. (got on the mtorcycle)
As Marik sped off, knowing how easily Bakura can be bucked off, he thought to himself.
Marik: (t: Heh, I bet I can pull a wheelie while turning this corner, this fool gon' piss his pants!) Bakura,
Bakura: (holding on very tightly to Marik) Wha-what?
Marik: Hold on! (just hit a wheelie while gunning a hairpin turn at 120 mph)
Bakura: (holding even tighter) NOO! Don't let me fall!
When Bakura slipped, Marik sped up, accidentaly hit the brake, and both of them went flying into Wal-Mart's parking lot. Marik flew into an empty shopping cart, which crashed into this esclade, set the alarm off and dented the car terribly. Bakura on the other hand, thought hat he was going to land on the shipment of Spring Air matressess but landed on the cement right by it.
Marik: (finally coming to) ...Ow. What the hell is that noise? Oh crap it's the car alarm!
Dude:
Ay man, look at my car!
Marik: Hell, I didn't do it. (got out of
the basket and picked up his motorcycle) What the- Wal-Mart scratched
my bike! I'll sue them!
Bakura: (massaging his back) You wouldn't
have to sue Wal-Mart if you didn't crash in the first place, jacka$$,
now come on!
Marik:
Alright let me just chain up my bike. (he locked it and kicked the
curb as he went in)
Inside Wal-Mart, Bakura, being the thief
he is, stole the master key off of the store manager.
Bakura: Heh heh, this will come in handy.
Marik:
Look, why are we in here anyway?
Bakura: I need to pick up some
things.
Marik: While we're here...(pointed to the ciggarette case)
Bakura:
Crackhead. (opening the case)
Marik: You're the crackhead.
Bakura:
I don't smoke. (handing them to Marik)
Marik: Tch, you should.
Sometimes candy and alcohol don't cut it. (saw something fall out of
Bakura's pocket) Huh, what's this? (picked it up) Milk, eggs, cough
medicine-what the hell!
Bakura: Give me that! (snatched the list away) Ryou's sick and he asked me to get a few things.
Marik: Ha ha ha ha! You, the Great Thief King Bakura, reduce to and errand boy! Ha ha ha!
Bakura: Shut up! (shoved the list in Marik's face) Fu# this, I'm getting my own damn stuff. (walked to the weapons aisle-Wal-Mart got everything)
Marik: Punk.
Just then, Marik got another idea. What if he was to grab Bakura suddenly? Maybe he'd be sympathetic towards him adn start to make-out. As he stared at the elegant yet deadily, slim and sexy figure chosing between two shanking knives, he started to daydream about him. The two, world dominators, sing the Pharaoh as a leg rest, sitting atop their thrones looking over the conquered city. Marik stared into those reddish-brown eyes full of hatred and sorrow, he moved closer to his lover, just moments away from the joining of their lips, the tasting of each others tounges as-
Bakura:
What are you staring at?
Marik:... ... ...Huh?
Bakura: (walking
off) Idiot.
Marik:
(t: Dang! I was daydreaming about him again! Wait-now's my chance!)
He started to sneak behind Bakura; a playful smile on his face
as he grabbed Bakura's buttocks and whispered in his ear, "Got
your a$$!"
POW! BOOM! CRASH!
Bakura punched the crap out
of Marik who fell into the shelf with hair care products scattering
on the floor.
Bakura:
What the hell is wrong with you, you dumba$$ piece of SH#! Don't you
ever in your life do that to me again! (walked to the explosives
aisle right next o the walk-in meat freezer-Wal-Mart got
everything)
Marik: (looking dumbfounded)Damn! He got that mad over
something like that! (t: I never seen him that mad...I...I was
actually terrified of him...I righteously think he would have killed
me right then and there...The cold stare of death was in his
eyes...No, I can't allow myself to dwell in fear...I must know!)
And with that note, Marik charged full force into Bakura, making both of them crash in the meat-freezer. Unlucky for them, the door closed and locked.
And there's the first out of four chapters. A little note, if you like Kingdom Hearts and you like how this story is giong, then check out my Kingdom Hearts equivalent of this love story when I finish this one. (Dude, I'm writing my frist romance on fanfiction! Chea! Review all of your thoughts to ME!!! (i'll review your stories)...(even though I already do )
