Marik p.o.v
"Hey Bakura!" I shouted up the stairs. "We have mail!"
"Oh I bet it's another finger. For some reason the fangirls think the sight of their blood makes me happy. And it usually does." He smirked from the landing.
"No, no it's not a finger. It's two plane tickets. For a place called Valminier in the French alps." I replied.
"Oh well. Looks like someone wants us there." He explained. "MARIK! PACK YOUR BAGS WE'RE GOING TO FRANCE!"
"The plane leaves in 3 hours!" I exclaimed.
"Well get packing then!" he ordered. So I ran upstairs to my room and looked to see if I had any clothes I could wear up the mountain. I didn't.
"BAKURA!" I whined. "I don't have anything I could wear up the mountain!"
"Marik don't worry we can always make a quick detour." He answered.
"Where to?" I asked turning to see him grinning in the doorway. "Kura your freaking me out!" his grin became a smirk then he started laughing at me like a maniac.
"Surfanic." He laughed.
"NOOOOOO!" I collapsed on the floor moaning about how I hated that shop.
"Uh. You're worse than Ryou when we had to go house hunting." He groaned. "but Marik. Seriously. You need a winter coat. And some water proof trousers."
"But WHHYYY!"
"Don't ask me. It's just what you're supposed to wear when you go skiing."
"I. Hate. You."
"I don't car!"
"Oh but you do!" I teased. Then he attacked me.
"Marik Shut up! Now get in the car!" he carried me down the stairs along with his luggage. Shoved me in the passenger seat of the Marik mobile. Put his suitcase in the boot. Then drove off to the nearest winter sports shop.
