[A/N: This is NOT a BakuraXMarik fanfic. I do not write yaoi. Fervent apologies to Ray, who I know will complain as soon as she reads this. Sorry, Ray. I'm not you... : P Spoiler alert: contains Yami's real name.]
"This is awful."
Marik looked away from the book he was reading. Bakura had just run in, frantic. He was digging through his backpack in apparent panic. Whatever it was, it was important.
"You'd better have a good reason for interrupting me." He growled, setting down the novel.
"The Millennium Ring is gone!" He said breathlessly. "I took it off when I went down to the pool, but when I got back the locker was open and it was gone!"
Marik jumped up, suddenly understanding the urgency of the situation. One of the Millennium items being stolen was downright dangerous…
"Did you lock the locker before you went swimming?" Marik asked, trying to appear calm.
"Of course I did!" He answered. "I made sure of it. Whoever did it had to not only get past the lock, but past the traps I set in the locker just in case. It's a professional."
"Atem?" Marik asked.
"No." Bakura said, looking once again for the ring. "The sheltered palace brat couldn't do that."
"Yugi or Tristan or Joey?"
Bakura glared at him. "I said Atem could never get past it. If he can't, what makes you think that they could?"
"Good point." Marik admitted. "It's obviously someone we don't know then."
"That much is obvious. Whoever it is, we have to find out." He growled. "The only other thing that I could think of as a clue would be that I smelled freesia when I walked into the change room."
"Freesia?" asked Marik. "Isn't that a flower?"
"Yes. Freesia perfume in a men's washroom? The thief knew exactly what they were looking for and they got it without ever being seen. The thief is a woman."