A/N- A combined crack fic between Whirlpoolofmadness and I. Look at her profile!" We have tons of other comedy collaboration fics, too, but not many of them are visible to you. We are so bad at posting fanfics we write. Anyways, Bakura is me, and Marik is her. I guess you could call it theifshipping...maybe. We'll see how this letter thing works out, 'cause we haven't really planned anything out.
Bakura,
As you know, I had to move back to Egypt with my brother and sister because I'm apparently, too young to live on my own. I'm just going to tell you right straight out that I don't have many friends here, so I thought becoming pen pals with you would be a good idea. Well, we are still friends, right? Oh well, I used my Millennium Rod to control the post office so I can get this letter over to Japan really fast. Who could have guessed that every post office person is named Steve?
So, how is life? Tell me about Ryou, how is he? Are you two still having issues with sharing the same body? I know how the mind-link can get annoying at times. Trust me Melvin is a little odd like when I'm trying to solve a problem and then there is a chainsaw option in my head.
So, Melvin is still in my mind. He is apparently hurt though from the last shadow game to take a physical state in my body, but I'm a little like Ryou being a host and all. I think it is sort of cool. Since Melvin allows me to never be lonely and he tells me how to throw great pranks in Aishizu's museum. Oh yeah! You probably don't know. Aishizu has her own museum now, right here in Egypt. I get to be a tour guide. It is good for some cash since I'm saving up to buy a computer so we can talk over webcams or something. Or maybe a ticket back to Japan, then I wouldn't have to live in this friggin house in Egypt, though that probably won't be for a while with my rate of income. I have actually turned to stealing young children's allowances so I think it might work.
As for Odion, he opened a laundry place. I think it ironic being that he shrinks all of my clothes. You don't think I actually want to show my midriff, do you?
I hope you write back soon. I'm rather bored. I guess I'll just stare at this sand dune out my window… You probably won't believe me, but I think it is moving…
Your official BFF as of now,
Marik Sebastian Ishtar III
P.S. To send a return letter, you are going to need at least twenty stamps.
P.S.S. So… How many P.S.'s does it take before I annoy you?
