He sits up in his bed, breath caught in his throat. In attempts to speak to himself he coughs hard. Shaking with frigid warm waves, that wash over his body. His white hair sticked to himself with sweat. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was sick. Bakura was sick. He was never sick! It felt horrible. He got up and walked to a mirror, staring at his reflection. His eyes were glassy, his face was a flush red. Just standing made him dizzy. He crawled back into his bed and hoped for the best of a night's sleep.
The sunlight's rays shone through Bakura's window. But he didn't dare move. He felt worse than he did last night. It didn't help that today was one of Marik's famous Evil Councils. He'd just have to tell Marik he wouldn't be able to come. Which actually might be medicine to his mind. He grabbed for his phone and began to text Marik.
" Hey Marik, Sorry but I can't come to the evil council, I'm busy today, I'm sure you wankers can accomplish something without me."
He didn't plan on telling Marik he was sick. The Bugger would just laugh at him. Laugh at him with that idiotic laugh of his. His phone buzzed again and he looked to see what Marik had texted back.
" But bakkuuurrraaaa you have to come! please please please please please please please!"
He rolled his eyes at the text and replied back.
"Sorry Marik, but as much as I'd like to hear your stupid plans, I can't today. "
He'd hope that'd end it. That Marik would just leave him alone now. But he knew that Marik didn't give up easily, and the next text back proved it.
" Bakura I know you're lying, you ALWAYS use that excuse when you don't want to hang out with me :(."
Ugh, he knew how to make you pissed off at him, but knew how to make you care.
" Marik, I'm bloody sick, not in the mood for the bloody evil council. "
He coughed harshly, throat burning with iritation. He really hoped Marik would just leave him alone and go play Egyption basketball with the evil council or something. Knowing them they'll make some plan about rearranging Yugi's sock drawer, or stealing his leather pants.
" You're friggen sick Bakura? I'm coming right over to help you! And don't even tell me not to Fluffy."
He slammed his head into his pillow, great, just what he needed, Marik coming to help him. He didn't feel like unlocking the door, Marik had a key anyway. The idiot wanted full ability to annoy him at any moment. This was going to be a long, long day.
About 25 minutes had passed when Bakura's front door was slammed open, equally slammed close as well, a tanned egyption ran in, a worried look plastered his face," My friggen RA Bakura! You look sick!" Marik said, in that annoying whiney voice of his, placing his hand on Bakura's head," You have a fever! why didn't you tell me sooner, you friggen idiot." Marik pouted folding his arms.
He rolled his eyes, moving his white hair from his face," Marik, I don't bloody care, I was hoping to get some rest today. But I guess you won't let me have that huh?" He said quietly, looking away.
" But Bakuraa, we have to get you healthy again! We can't do the Evil Council without you." Marik said, pouting again, with huge puppy dog eyes.
He looked away from Marik, if his face wasn't already red, his blush would be noticeable.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. A day with a sick immune system and Marik, it could work. Today might be better than he thought.
It was about mid afternoon, they had spent half their morning watching crappy Disney movies that Marik just had to watch. Now he was Making soup for Bakura. The smell of bitter spice wafted into his nose. Gross, what the hell was he making? Toxic Chicken Soup?
" Marik, what are you making?"