Random Yugioh drabble I wrote instead of sleeping. Just a look into the life of Marik, best friend of the King of Thieves, Bakura.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any of it's characters. They belong to some Japanese Guy. Or 4Kids. All depending on what forms yer readin
The Thief was perfect. Flawless, graceful, having perfected his skill to a passionate art.
Enviously he'd watch, day after day, as the Thief would trot down roads and sidewalks, fingers subconsciously slipping into unsuspecting pockets, only to blink in surprise at the sudden appearance of a wallet.
Most thieves had to work at it. Concentrate, sneak about, focus all their attention on the job. But not him - oh no.
countless days he'd return home, realize his pockets were too heavy, and empty them to find a scattered array of objects he had honestly never seen before.
"How do you do it?" Marik had asked once, after a rather good day of thievery, when Bakura was sitting cross legged on the floor with several wallets - all heavy with money and other ID - as well as various assortments of jewellery laying in front of him.
Blinking, the blood-eyed male looked at Marik, confused by the question. "Do what?" He had responded, even as his fingers began to shift through one of the wallets without his notice.
"That!" Marik exclaimed as he waved his hand dramatically, drawing Bakura's attention to the hundred dollar bills he had been combing through.
The bluenette's eyes widened and he set the money down, instead twining his fingers together with a short shrug. "I...Have no idea," he finally admitted, sounding almost bashful. "I just...do it. I don't even have to focus."
"Y'know, there's people out there who'd kill for you're skills," Marik informed his companion, stretching out on the couch and watching as Bakura began to sort the money from the wallets.
Bakura perked up at that. "Really?" He asked, and Marik could only imagine the dark thoughts flitting through his mind. Absently he watched as those hands began to move again, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, really. Now kindly get you're hand OUT OF MY POCKET," the blond sniped, and Bakura jerked his hand back, gazing at it in shock, then promptly looked betrayed as if the limb had turned against him.
"Fuck, sorry Marik. I just-" Bakura started, but the blond merely shook his head with a sigh.
"No problem, Bakura. Not you're fault. You're just to damn good of a Thief."
"Probably the only person with that problem." Bakura humphed, and Marik laughed loudly before he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Yeah. Hey, I'll forgive you for ruffling through my pant pocket if you use you're winnings to buy me dinner," he bargained, and instantly Bakura grinned, fangs flashing as he nodded.
Not like he needed the money anyway's; more would probably find it's way into his pockets on the way home.
Maybe he should consider charity work. Give some of his 'winnings' to the needy. Hah!
Needless to say, Marik chose it best not to question the sudden amused leer on Bakura's face, instead focusing on removing the bluenette's wayward fingers from where they had once again wandered to his pocket without the thief's intent.
It was hard being the friend of the King of Thieves sometimes, but really, who was he to complain when the aforementioned King was oh so willing to spend everything he made on him?
-insert something witty here- I'm tired, okay!? Bah. I need to write for these two more. I find their relationship funny
R&R, if you would.