I wrote this a while ago and finally decided to post it. There was a bit of delay because, ironically, I did lose to technology a few days ago. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Oh and remember it's YGOTAS-verse.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged belongs to LittleKuriboh. In other words, I own nothing.
The spirit of the millennium ring considered himself a very patient person. After all, not just anyone can be stuck in piece of jewellery for thousands of years and still keep his sanity...somewhat. However even he had a limit. It wasn't reached yet but coming pretty close nonetheless. And his partner in crime sure was beginning to push it. How much longer did he intent to stay in that see-through closet of his? I mean, only Marik could be so obviously gay and still deny it without hesitation. Truly, it was an art, one that both amused and annoyed Bakura to no end. It was great fun to mess with boy's head and twist his words around. Not that they needed much twisting. But on the other hand, it also meant that his partner in crime was just that: his partner in crime. Bakura would have preferred to be able to just drop those last two words. He sometimes wonders why he doesn't just have his way with the Egyptian, and forcefully pull him out. Who was going to stop him? Nobody, that is! Except he himself and then he wonders why he stops himself. Not that there is any point in wondering, he knows the answer full well. The next step in his daily thinking pattern is getting fed up with his thinking, shaking his head and deciding to just stare at something amusing. Most of the time that would be Marik, and this time was no different. Bakura shifted his position on the couch as he watched the tanned boy. Marik sat at his desk, impatiently tapping his fingers on it.
Installing game...
5% complete
"Oh Godcard! This is taking forever!", Marik dramatically exclaimed. The drumming of his fingers got louder as Marik's patience was running thinner and thinner.
Installing game...
6% complete
"Oh yay, one percent extra! And look, it only took 10 frigging minutes!", his voice dripping with obvious sarcasm. He glanced at the box that had contained the game. He grabbed the manual and started skimming through it hoping that it would pass the time.
Time did pass, however...
Installing game...
8% complete
Marik's eye twitched a little as he glared at the screen. At this rate he was going to die of old age before he could ever attain in-game immortality.
"BAKURA!"
Said boy nearly jumped when Marik suddenly twirled his chair around and yelled his name. He quickly regained his composure. "Yes, Marik?", he asked in an extremely calm and patient voice, hoping to aggravate the impatient Egyptian even more. Judging by the look on his face, it had worked. "I command you to make this go faster!", he ordered as he outstretched his arm. He quickly withdrew it when he noticed he wasn't holding his millennium rod and that made the pose look kind of ridiculous. It took the thief every ounce of self-control not to laugh.
"I don't take orders from you", he replied as serious as possible. No problem of course, Bakura was the master of masking his emotions.
"Oh don't be like that, Fluffy! We're partners in crime! You are obliged to help me!"
"Marik, this has nothing to do with crime, so why in the name of Ra would I help you?"
"Come on, Bakuuuuraaaa~"
"Stop it! Fine, I'll help you!" Marik grinned at his victory. "Anything to make you stop whining like a little girl...", the white-head added as he got out of the couch. "Hey! I resent that!", Marik replied as he threw him glare.
"Obviously. Now, what was it that you wanted me to do again?"
His sense of victory over their previous argument quickly seeping in again, Marik was grinning once again. "Make it go faster", he commanded as he twirled his chair around again.
Bakura smirked, "Is that all?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes! Radammit just do it already!"
"As you wish.", Marik couldn't see the smirk on Bakura's face getting even bigger. He looked at the progress.
Installing game...
18% complete
His chair was gently pulled backwards. "Here we go...", Bakura whispered right next Marik's ear. He pulled his head back, firmly took the chair in both hands and with all his power spun it around. Quickly jumping out of the way so Marik's flailing limbs wouldn't hit him, Bakura watched with amusement as the Egyptian let out a surprised yelp. Which turned into screaming when he got catapulted out of his ridiculously fast, makeshift merry-go-round. A loud thump and a string of curses followed suite. The thief laughed, his efforts of self-control momentarily forgotten. Marik slowly got up, cursing all the while and rubbing his lower back. Bakura stifled his laughter as he saw the tanned boy shooting him a death glare. Not that it made any impression whatsoever. "Why the EFF did you do that?", he asked angrily.
"I thought you wanted me to make it go faster, so I did.", Bakura answered calmly.
"The installing! You had to speed up the installing, not my chair, binky-boy!"
"Then why didn't you say so?"
"I did! And you know it!"
"You don't say."
Marik's angry expression turned into a slight pout as he noticed that his death glare was having no effect and that Bakura was just mocking him. He huffed and took a proud stance again, looking at his partner in crime with commanding eyes.
"Fluffy, I command you to make the installing of my game go faster!"
Bakura just raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.
"Well? What are you waiting for! Do it!" Sometimes Marik wished he could trick Bakura into changing his name to Steve. It would make manipulating him a hell of a lot easier.
"How the bloody hell do you suggest I do that?"
Marik blinked owlishly. How? Shouldn't the spirit know that?
"Well, you know, use your ring or something!"
"So...you want me to find a gay computer expert?...or something?"
"Yes! ... wait what? No!"
"Then what, pray tell, would you have me do? You know I absolutely abhor technology."
"Heh, you're just pissed they invented security cameras."
"They're nothing a knife can't fix." Marik raised an eyebrow at this and suddenly noticed the screen from the corner of his eye, remembering what he was doing again.
Installing game...
35% complete
"Arrrgh, look, don't change the subject!"
"But I di..."
"Use your ring", Marik interrupted, " and bent the fabric of time and space to make it so that the game is finished installing, so that I can finally be a vampire!"
"If you want to be a bloody vampire that badly, then why not just go write yourself in some fanfic as one?"
"Now that would just be silly".
"Yes, you're right, for once."
"Now stop dilly-dallying and do it already!"
"I can't"
"Excellent!...wait, what?"
"I said I can't" the whitehead deadpanned once again.
"What the frig? Why in the name of Osiris not? I thought you said you were a god?"
"I am".
"But you can't do this one EFFing little thing?"
"No".
"WHY NOT?"
"Because games tend to defy all logic of the mortal world and are therefore different and unaffected by any god.", Bakura explained matter-of-factly. Marik just stared at him for a good minute or so before replying quietly. "That made no sense whatsoever."
"Neither did your suggestion.", Bakura said as he walked back to the couch and sat on it again. "Show some bloody patience, Marik". Said Egyptian sighed and walked over to his chair. It was still spinning, albeit slowly. He sat down and turned his attention back to the screen.
Installing game...
32% complete
"..."
Installing game...
32% complete
Marik rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Installing game...
31% complete
"...FRIG!", he yelled, annunciating every word and grabbing his head in frustration. From his position on the sofa, Bakura sighed. "What is it now?"
"The frigging thing is going backwards!"
"So it's a countdown?" the spirit asked innocently. This angered Marik even more, much to his delight. The Egyptian started pulling at his hair in utter desperation, but stopped when he realized what he was doing. Wouldn't want to ruin his hair, now would he? He abruptly stood up and without saying a word stormed of towards his room. Curious as to what his partner was up to, Bakura followed him. He had barely reached the door that lead to the hallway or said partner rushed past him, millennium rod and permanent marker clutched tightly in his hands. Bakura closed the door and turned his attention back to Marik. He crossed his arms as he observed the tanned boy, curious to see just what he was up to. Said boy stood defiantly in front of his laptop, grinning so evilly at it, that one might think he was looking at the pharaoh. He closed it just far enough for it not to go into sleep mode and took out his marker. A few squeaky noises later and the marker was put away and the laptop opened again. "There! I now pronounce you Steve Laptop!", he said self-satisfied, grin still in place. Bakura stared in disbelief. Was Marik really planning what he thinks he is?
"Now, Steve, I command you to properly install my game! And make it fast!"
He was. Bakura resisted the urge to facepalm. Instead he decided to continue his observation. He glanced at the screen.
Installing game...
31% complete
He focused his eyes on Marik again, who was looking at the screen expectantly.
Installing game...
31% complete
"Come on, Steve!"
He continued to point his rod at the screen.
Installing game...
32% complete
"YES! Now go faster! FASTER!", Marik exclaimed excited. Bakura shifted his weight to his other foot and willed his mind out of the gutter. His gaze never left the Egyptian though, whose violet eyes were now sparkling with hope.
Installing game...
33% complete
Those hope-filled violet eyes widened and a smile was beginning to form.
Installing game...
36% complete
Soft laughter could be heard from the tanned boy.
Installing game...
40% complete
Marik was laughing triumphantly now. Bakura couldn't belief what he was seeing. Of course he didn't think that this progress was due to Marik's ridiculous plan, but still, the coincidence was uncanny. But more importantly was that this would give Marik a reason to boast. An unfounded reason, but Bakura just knew that the Egyptian was convinced right now that this was all thanks to his plan. He was never going to hear the end of it. He sighed; like that boy didn't talk enough already. He looked at the screen again.
Installing game...
70% complete
Marik just continued laughing.
Installing game...
80% complete
"Ah, excellent! Just like that, keep it up!"
Installing game...
90% complete
"Almost...almost..."
Installing game...
99% complete
"Yes...yes...yes..."
Installing game...
78% complete
"WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Installing game...
74% complete
"STOP! I COMMAND you to stop decreasing!", Marik exclaimed frantically. Bakura was feeling relieved. That didn't last long however, as Marik was becoming more desperate with the second. "I said STOP! Obey my rod, for the love of Ra!" and with those words he thrust his rod at the screen. A bit too far and hard, knocking the laptop over. Marik roughly grabbed it and put it back, accidentally hitting it a couple of times with the rod. The machine retaliated by making a sound that even Bakura was sure it wasn't supposed to make. Marik cautiously took a step back, lest it might self-destruct. A red light flashed, blinding him for a moment. He looked at screen.
WARNING! An error has occurred. Please reboot the system. Any unsaved data or downloading/installing in progress will be lost.
Marik's eye twitched again and his fist clenched and unclenched as he tried to keep his anger under control. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Thinking he had calmed down somewhat he opened them again. That proved to be a mistake.
WARNING! An error has occurred. Please reboot the system. Any unsaved data or downloading/installing in progress will be lost.
He stalked to the door, took one of his shoes and went to stand back in front of his desk. Bakura just watched. "Here! Reboot THIS!", he yelled as he threw the shoe at the laptop with so much force that it was knocked off the desk. As the machine connected with the floor, more unusual noises erupted from it. Marik smiled evilly as he stared at the thing on the ground. "Bakura."
"Yes, Marik?", the white-head replied to show that he had his attention.
"You can go find a gay computer expert now."
One possibly gay computer expert's visit later...
"Here's your money, now get out.", Bakura 'politely' told the repairman, before shoving him outside and slamming the door close. The laptop was fixed again and Marik had been warned not to throw any objects at it, even if it "were asking for it". The installing had been restarted again. The Egyptian was not giving up that easily. Bakura had told him not to stare at the screen, waiting for it to finish. Instead he should just do something else to keep himself busy. The thief went over to the couch and sat next to tanned boy, who despite Bakura's suggestion was still staring at the screen. Just from a distance now. "By the way, what money did you pay him with?", the tanned boy asked when Bakura dropped down next to him. "Like I said, I gave him his money.", the white-head grinned. Marik grinned back, "That was to be expected from you, Fluffy. Good job!"
"Why, thank you Marik", Bakura answered as he picked up a magazine from the little table next to the sofa. He got comfortable and started reading. He didn't get very far though.
"I'm bored"
"Hn"
"I said I'm bored"
Bakura sighed, "I know and I don't care"
He noticed Marik's pout, but tried to ignore it. He focused on the words in front of him, but to no avail. Internally cursing Marik's cuteness, he put the magazine away again and turned to the Egyptian. "What do you want to do then?"
"Play Troika's Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines!"
Bakura resisted the urge to hit Marik, stood up and walked to the door.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?"
"Out." He put on his shoes and out he went, leaving Marik to amuse himself.
Bakura cursed again when he noticed that he had forgotten to bring his knife. He shouldn't have left in such a hurry, but he really needed to get out. Besides they were running low on money anyway and today's dinner still had to be arranged. He casually walked down the streets, looking for any potential targets. If he wanted to he could always just steal the food itself but it never hurt to steal a bit extra. He smiled to himself; the prospect of theft was making him feel simply ecstatic.
Marik stared at the door, contemplating whether or not to follow his partner in crime. He glanced at his desk. He didn't really want to leave his laptop alone. He really was looking forward to playing that game. A thought suddenly struck him: why not make it a Let's play? It would be a totally new experience! Ever since he had left the tomb, he had tried to experience as much as possible. Well, the things that seemed enjoyable at least. A Let's Play seemed like fun. And thus it was decided. Now all that was left was for the game to be installed. Marik sighed at that and thought it best to take up Bakura's advice. He went to his room. In a corner, in full view, lay his yaoi collection. He had recently bought a few new ones and since he was all alone now with nothing else to do, it was a good time to read them. He picked one and returned to the living room. He briefly wondered where Bakura might have gone but quickly shook his head, telling himself that he was probably just out robbing people like always.
Bakura hated to admit it but this would all go a lot faster if Marik were with him. Not to mention that it would be even more pleasant. He'd never tell a soul, but the white-head had taken quite a liking to the Egyptian, in more way than one. Even if his plans were often beyond ridiculous and he sometimes wondered how he put up with him. Still, he saw potential in the boy. With the right guidance, namely his, he could very well make for a credible villain. The fact that he is drop-dead sexy speaks for itself of course. Despite all this Bakura was still somewhat annoyed. Not only at Marik's constant denial but also at his own feelings. He was supposed to be the great Thief King, he was supposed to be feared and stuff. The thought of having a soft spot for a mere mortal was strange to say the least. Yet he liked to think that if it became necessary, he could still kill the boy without blinking a eye. He sighed as he walked in the convenience store. Somehow he just knew that was a lie.
Sometime later he was back at their apartment, with groceries, takeout (he hated himself for knowing what Marik likes) and a whole lot of extra cash. "I'm back", he said as he entered. He got no reply. Bakura looked at the couch to see Marik asleep on it with a book lying about halfway his chest. Showing his midriff as always of course. The thief grinned; the boy was just begging to be taken advantage of. He shook his head in attempt to clear it of such thoughts and went to put the groceries and money away. He stalked back over to the sleeping boy, who stirred a little in his sleep. Bakura rolled his eyes when he saw what it was that the boy had been reading. He smirked evilly before dropping the take-out bag on the Egyptian's head, successfully waking the boy. "Argh! Hot, hot hot!" he yelled, flailing around. Bakura took the bag back, lest the food might get spilled. "Hot!", he yelled one more time.
"Thank you Marik, I know I am.", he grinned at the tanned boy.
"N-not you! I was talking about the food, binky boy! Really!"
"Of course you were".
"Yes, because you know I'm..."
"Not gay, yes, I know by now. Now pick up your yaoi and put it away, then we can eat this hot food." Marik huffed but picked up the book anyway. He wanted to keep the place tidy after all. When he came back from his room, Bakura had already set the food. Marik smiled when he saw that Bakura had bought his favourite. He immediately digged in.
"Oh, right! I had a great idea while you were away!", Marik began enthusiastically in between bites. "Oh boy..."
"Hey! You haven't even heard it yet!"
"Is it a plan to defeat the pharaoh?"
"No."
"Then I'm not sure I want to hear it..."
"Oh lighten up, Fluffy! We have evil council meetings for that issue. This is about something completely different."
"Namely?"
"Pleasure.", Marik answered, staring intently at the white-head. Bakura was trying his best to keep a straight face. "Pleasure...?", he asked to be sure, getting a nod from his partner in crime who was still staring at him. "Tell me about it."
"Well, I decided to make a Let's Play of my Bloodlines game! That way the entire world can behold my immortality!", Marik happily continued.
"Oh, you were talking about that game..."
"Of course I was. Anyway, it'll be an entirely new experience. I can't wait!"
"So, it finally finished installing?", Bakura asked, feigning interest to hide his disappointment.
"Yes! I'm going to set everything up and hopefully I'll be able to start today!"
"Why are you so bloody excited about this?"
"Because...well...It's a new experience, like I said.", Marik explained hesitantly and looked away a little. Bakura raised an eyebrow at this but decided not to push the question. "Anyway," The Egyptian continued, mood swinging around again, "Let's finish eating so I can get started." And with that he began eating happily again.
The T in the rating stands for Thiefshipping, which is so awesome some people can't handle it. Anyway, tell me what you think about this, any and all reviews are welcome!
Chibiscuit