Part 2
As usual with work there was a problem and as usual I didn't know what it was. To be honest I didn't really care, all I knew was that it meant an extra 4 hours working at this buggaring depot. I still can't believe I've been reduced to this. When I think about it, it all comes back to that bastard Marik.
Following the disastrous escapades of his so called 'Evil council of Doom'; I found myself severely out of pocket. I had also recently lost my apartment, (Apparently the couple downstairs didn't appreciate the blood leaking from they're roof), so Marik suggested I move in, to which I grudgingly agreed.
Looking back I'm not quite sure how we managed to profit from our villainous deeds previously, but with this no longer an option we were forced to get 'regular jobs'. Marik's job suited him perfectly, although he still refuses to admit it. He works for a major retail company, designing and producing swimwear…for women. I, on the other hand, had some trouble with my hunt for employment; as every time I went for an interview, the position was always mysteriously filled the moment I arrived. Eventually Marik's sister; Ishizu, took pity on me and arranged for me to work for one of the museum's transport companies. I've been working here for a couple of months now, it's pretty menial work for an average pay. Mostly carrying crates around the place like an idiot before being told that they need to be where you picked them up from: Ridiculous. With the added downside that every time I talk about work in front of Marik, he goes into hysterics, giggling something about "Foxy boxes". Still, all the heavy lifting has been doing wonders for me. I can tell because Marik has started getting insecure about his appearance again, he's such a girl…
"Quit slacking Bakura or we'll be here all night" Barked a voice over the radio.
"Yes Boss" I spat in reply, with poorly concealed contempt.
Now there's a man I'd happily send straight to the shadow realm. I paused briefly to enjoy the image of Zorc repeatedly spewing hellfire over the said gentleman with his dragon penis. Insult and injury rolled into one: the perfect torture. I chuckled, shame he's the one that signs my pay checks…
"Bakura!"
Dammit what I wouldn't give for a moment of peace!
