Author's Note: One of my more random ideas... Anyone up for some crack thiefshipping?
Disclaimer: I own a guinea pig. That's about it.
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Bakura sighed from his spot by the wall, hearing loud yelling and crashing sounds coming from beyond two doors. "That idiot's gone and gotten himself in trouble again, hasn't he." Sure enough, a few moments later the doors burst open, and Bakura watched as Marik was dragged out of the backstage doors by two uniformed security guards. They tossed Marik onto the ground, a woman in a dark purple dress walking out from behind them as they did. She wore a dark purple dress and thin-rimmed glasses, had light brown hair put up in a bun, and was holding a clipboard in her hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ishtar, but you have been disqualified."
Marik quickly stood up from where he'd landed, crossing his arms and glaring defiantly at the woman. "Disqualified?! For what?!"
The woman pushed her glasses up, looking down at Marik with scorn. "For the attempted murder of the other contestants. You're lucky we aren't calling the cops, Mr. Ishtar."
Marik scoffed and waved a dismissive hand at the woman. "Murder is such a harsh word. I prefer to call it eliminating the competition."
The woman glared at Marik, seeming to lose all patience with him. "Get out of here."
Marik huffed and turned around, walking to the exit of the building. "Fine, but you have not seen the last of Marik Ishtar! You can't keep this level of sexiness out of pageants for long!" He yelled out.
The woman rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. "Whatever, queer."
Marik quickly turned around, glaring at the woman. "What did you say?!"
The woman faked a smile at Marik. "I said so long, dear."
"Oh, okay." Marik grinned. "See you next year, Veronica!" He skipped to the doors and pushed them open, skipping down the sidewalk to Bakura's house.
Bakura sighed again and bowed slightly to the woman. "I'm so sorry for his behavior."
Veronica nodded her head at him, and gave a small, genuine smile. "Just make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble, alright?"
Bakura nodded, though he looked uncertain that he could actually do such a thing. "I'll try my best." He turned around and walked to the doors, calmly pushing them open and following the insane blonde. "Marik! Get back here! You have to wait for the walk sign to light u-" Too late, a crash soon followed as a car swerved around Marik to avoid hitting him, plowing through a shop window. "Oh for the love of Ra..."
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Mark, surprisingly unscathed, was sitting on Bakura's couch, arms crossed and pouting. "I can't believe they disqualified me, Bakura! I've been in pageants since I was four years old! I mean, come on! How can they ban someone with my looks?"
Bakura was in the kitchen, fixing a cup of tea and not really paying attention to his friend's rant. "Uh."
Marik looked over to his friend, seeing only his back as he worked. "You think I'm devilishly sexy, don't you, Bakura?"
Still not paying attention, Bakura answered without thinking. "Sure, Marik."
Marik gasped and clasped his hands together over his heart. "Aw, 'Kura, you DO care! Come on, let's go get sundaes! I'm buying!" Marik jumped up from the couch and ran to his friend, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him out the front door.
Bakura gasped, finally focusing on what was going on. "Wait, what?"
"Whee, sundaes!" Marik yelled, running down the sidewalk with his albino friend in tow.
Bakura sighed, but didn't pull away. "I can't remember why we're friends..."
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Author's Note: You enjoyed the crack? This is actually a really old fic, and there's plenty more where this came from now that I'm starting to dig them all out. Wanna get as much up before school starts as possible. See you next time, my lovlies!