When Marik awoke, he found the room cold and silent. Bakura usually slept later than he did, and on the occasions he did get up earlier he was usually making a commotion somewhere else in the apartment. The quietness bothered Marik more than any amount of noise. He rolled over and stood up, the cool floorboards a shock to his feet after the warmth of the soft bed. As he trudged out of the room, the front door opened and closed again with a slam. Bakura came into view, dumped something in a plastic bag onto the kitchen counter and proceeded to go about his business as noisily as always.
Marik yawned, attempting to clear the last of the morning fog from his mind before asking, "Where were you?"
Bakura only briefly glanced in his direction before answering, "Getting something to eat." He unwrapped whatever had been in the bags, but Marik couldn't see what it was from where he stood.
"We have plenty of food."
"But no steak," Bakura amended with a grin.
"I don't like steak very much, and besides, it's too early in the morning." Marik paused to yawn again before adding, "Also, it's expensive."
"I never said I paid for it, and it's always time for a decent filet mignon. Have you ever even had good steak?"
"Once⦠I think." Beef was all well and good, especially in tacos, but the few experiences he'd had with steak were average at best. It had the tendency to leave a bad taste in his mouth. On top of that, Marik wasn't sure Bakura could even cook. On second thought, he probably couldn't. He liked his steak bloody rare, maybe still half alive. Marik, on the other hand, preferred his meat dead before he ate it. "I can't stand it bloody. Make mine well done."
Bakura shot him a poisonous look. "No way. If you can't handle rare, I'll compromise at medium-rare. It's already dead, there's no need to kill it twice."
It wasn't much of a compromise. Marik couldn't possibly win this argument since Bakura was the one cooking, so he resigned himself to waiting at the table, watching the white-haired man attack the meat with a large knife that also wasn't in his possession the previous day. Marik highly doubted he had paid for it either. The apartment was littered with Bakura's 'acquisitions' from here and there, but despite the questionable legality of his way of obtaining things he never failed to get what he wanted and always got away with it. Marik's thoughts wandered for a while until breakfast was served with the slamming of two plates onto the table.
Steak with a fried egg thrown haphazardly on top was not Marik's idea of a typical breakfast, but Bakura seemed to be enjoying it, and it did look pretty appetizing. However, a warm meal on a cold morning for someone who's practically starving is enticing practically no matter what it is.
Marik sliced a piece of meat and ate it. It wasn't that bad. He scarfed down a couple more pieces. Actually, it was rather good. Bakura had long since devoured his bloody rare steak and was now watching the blonde eat. It took a while for Marik to finish, since he didn't share Bakura's animalistic eating style, but when he did, Bakura was waiting with a questioning gaze.
"Wasn't too bad." It was close to a lie, the steak had been fantastic.
Bakura's face split in a smile, showing off his bloody canine teeth. "Glad you liked it."
Steak should never be cooked past medium rare. Seriously, it's already dead. But each to their own, I suppose. Also, I've seen a lot of fics where Marik's vegetarian and it's supposedly cannon, but I just can't... no. Sorry. Besides, in the Abridged series, Marik not being a vegetarian is canon. So there.
