So I'm doing the 100 theme challenge (Not in order) And this is Number 44.
Number 44- Astonished
Never Let Marik Cosplay
Bakura groaned impatiently, as he waited on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. He and Marik were attending a annual charity costume duel monsters tournament. Why? God knows. One minute Marik was talking about makeup, this then somehow led to Iron Man, which led to Charity events, and before you knew it Marik had it in his head that he wanted to attend a Costume duelling tournament. Normally Bakura would have put up a tougher battle, when opposing of the idiotic and pointless idea, however Marik was having a shower at the time of the argument, and when Bakura saw the Egyptian boy wrapped only in a towel, all his will power left him.
""Bakura! Are you getting ready?" Marik called from the bathroom.
"I told you before; I am not wearing a bloody costume!" Bakura yelled back.
"But why?" Marik wined
"I'm even taking the risk of wearing something, that doesn't reveal my mid-riff!" Bakura sighed, of course to Marik hiding his mid-riff was the same as taking on some life threatening challenge.
"I don't bloody care! I don't see why I have to bugger off, and waste my bloody time and money, on some stupid bloody costume, in order to help some do-good charity, earn a couple more piss covered coins." Did Marik not understand? He just didn't care!
"But Bakura! It's for children!"
"Bugger to the children! Stick them in a workhouse and be done with them!" Marik gasped over dramatically, as if someone had just question his sexiness. Okay maybe not that much.
"That was insensitive! No wonder you can't find a partner, even with that Millennium Ring."
"No!" Bakura sighed.
"The reason I can't find a partner, is because I've fallen for some tanned idiot, that I would've murdered if it wasn't for the fact he was so gorgeous, and doesn't even understand what the term 'I want to slam you hard' means."
"I want to slam you hard? Is that some cryptic lyric or something?" Marik asked oblivious to the implications.
"Exactly!" Bakura's point was proven.
A few minutes of silence descended, before finally Marik called
"I'm ready! Do you want to see?" Bakura just grunted a 'yes', looking over the couch to see Marik.
He gasped and almost fell of his chair, in a mixture of surprise, horror, and lust. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that Marik had chosen such an outfit, or the fact it looked so damn good on him.
"Holy Ra! You're…You're…"
"I'm the dark magician girl! I think I look sexy, don't you agree Bakura?" He said, giving a very effeminate twirl that would put most ballerinas to shame. Oh gods! The skirt was so short, and the chest was so tight on him.
"Why the bloody hell would you buy that in the first place!" Bakura yelled!
"Because, it was that or the Celtic guardian, and I'm sorry baggy clothes, no way!" He pouted.
"Oh and look, I went all the way!" Marik boasted as he suddenly bent down and lifted up the skirt.
"Real panties!" He said, as he revealed pink lace panties under his skirt.
"Oh also I've been thinking, since your hair is so fluffy, we can just pretend your cosplaying a kitty." Marik said, still bending down, and awaiting Bakura's approval. Sadly Bakura was unable to defend himself, as his back was up against the wall, his hands covering his face as he recovered from a terrible nose bleed.