"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Bakura huffed as he rummaged through the loose pieces of paper on his desk. It was very rare that he had no cases to solve. Especially in a city like this. Here he was, stuck in his stuffy, dark office when he could be at home, doing something much more entertaining than staring at folders from past cases for hours on end. Oh well, at least he had company.
Bakura spun himself around on his chair with a push of his foot and faced Marik. Marik had his feet up on his desk while resting his head on the back of his chair, slightly lifting the front two legs off of the floor. Slacking as usual. Bakura frowned before crumbling up one of the papers in his fist and hurling it towards his lazy, blonde haired companion. Marik shot up into his normal sitting position in alert as his eyes darted across the room.
"GAH!" He hollered as he crunched the paper ball in his hands. "What the hell was that for?!"
Bakura chuckled as the young Egyptian made a growling noise in the back of his throat.
"For my amusement." He said as he adjusted his waist coat back to its proper position. Marik sighed and slumped back down on his hard wooden chair. Bakura refused to give him a chair that span like his because one, he is merely his assistant, and two because Bakura undoubtedly knew that he would begin spinning around on it countless times given his childish behavior. It was really a miracle that Marik was accepted to become his assistant. But the white haired brit knew that he couldn't turn him down.
"Why can't we just go home? I mean, we don't have anything to investigate or anyone to interrogate. Hell, why are we even here?" Marik said as he clamped his teeth down on his pencil.
"Because we have an asshole for a boss." Bakura sighed. That was something anyone working in the same business could agree on. Their boss, Seto Kaiba, forced the pair to come into work regardless of whether they had anything to do or not. All he cared about was getting his money. He wasn't boss of the year material. He didn't even come close to that. Then again, all bosses are like that, right?
Marik nodded before resting his head on the desk, staring out of the window. Grey clouds were all that could be seen in the sky. The rain was coming down heavy, which meant an increasing number of cars speeding along the road. Marik couldn't help but grin when he watched the civilians outside rushing in panic to the nearest shelter, as if the rain were toxic and even one touch could devour their skin. He began tapping his pencil onto the desk before his heart almost jumped out of his chest as the door flung open with so much force that it almost bounced back at the girl standing in the doorway.
Bakura sat up calmly and folded his hands together as the young girl stepped in, eyes swelling up with tears. She seemed familiar, but Marik couldn't quite remember who exactly she was. She had light hair which danced behind her as she swept it away from her face. She pushed the door shut before collapsing into the chair in front of Bakura, wiping away the tears with the back of her wrist.
"I'm so sorry to just drop in like this," The girl began "But there's been a terrible murder and I heard that you two are the best detectives in the area."
No doubt Bakura and Marik had an excellent reputation for their work. Sometimes people would stop them in the middle of the street to personally thank them. There was a glint in Bakura's eyes as she told them this information. Finally, a case he can solve. Bakura cleared his throat and forced the corners of his mouth to remain straight.
"Well Serenity, What exactly happened?" He said as mono toned as possible.
Now Marik remembered. Serenity Wheeler, sibling of Joey Wheeler. he hadn't seen her in years. Then again, he didn't pay much attention to her even when she WAS around. Marik started drifting further and further away into his day dream, trying to remember what she was like. Meanwhile, Bakura was waiting patiently for Serenity to stop silently sobbing to answer his question. The victim must of been close to her if she was crying this much.
"I think it would be better if I showed you instead." She finally chocked out, sliding a small slip of paper towards the pair. The paper had an address scribbled on it. Bakura nodded and rose from his seat, shoving the paper in his back pocket. That made Marik snap out of his trance and stand up along side him. He rubbed his back and scowled at his chair as if it had physically assaulted him. Serenity stood up moments later to timidly stand behind them. Bakura plucked his fedora off of the coat rack while Marik whipped his umbrella up. Bakura frowned as the umbrella violently flicked open into his side.
"Right," Bakura said, slightly glaring at his cheery companion. "Let's go then."
As the three carefully stepped off the slippy step of the bus and onto the pavement, Marik felt the need to kick a puddle of water towards Bakura's feet. The puddle curled like a small wave which crashed onto Bakura's shoes. Bakura moved his foot away and frowned while Marik grinned and moved on towards the house. There was yellow police tape surrounding the area while a crowd of people huddled up together to try and discover what secrets lurk past the yellow boundary . Bakura frowned and began shoving people away with his elbows. While he was the best detective around, he wasn't exactly the friendliest. Marik and Serenity shuffled close behind. Serenity seemed to of calmed down now, but they both knew that it wouldn't last for long.
Bakura and Marik had to show their official badge and ID to several officers before access was granted.
"Security's tight around here, isn't it?" Bakura said as he stepped out of the way for another stocky police officer to pass.
"Must of been a pretty serious murder then." Marik said as he brushed his tie down and unbuttoned his blazer. The over crowded hallway was much hotter than the pouring rain outside. It was strange, he could feel the tingle off excitement emit in his stomach as they began walking closer and closer to the crime scene. He could see Serenity's lip quiver from the corner of his eye. Oh god, here come the water works.
Bakura also felt a sense of excitement hit him. Maybe it's because he spent the last 3 hours sat in the office in boredom. But there was something else. It felt as if he hadn't solved a crime in years. As if those 4 hours felt like an eternity. Bakura felt a grin creep onto his face as they all showed their ID for the final time before opening the door. The door felt loose and swung open effortlessly. As the light seeped through into the hall, Marik and Bakura's eyes widened at the overwhelmingly gruesome image that stood before them.
