Here is chapter 2, fast and daily like I said! This one, I ABSOLUTELY PROMISE I will finish! AN's will be much shorter now.

This chapter will also be short. It is the morning after and they are eating and thinking of going somewhere.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia World Series, Google, Bakura's hair, or Marik's [EFF!] sound EFFect. I do, however, own Marik's random Hetalia fan-ness, and his pancake-making skills.

R&R

ENJOY~!

The next morning, Marik and Bakura were eating breakfast together. Marik had made pancakes for the both of them. Marik had maple syrup on his, Bakura had blood on his. Bakura was sitting with his back to the sink.

As he ate, Marik stared at Bakura's hair. Marik always liked how fluffy it looked and felt, and Bakura knew it. But now he was staring at those two gravity-defying stubs of hair: the bunny ears, or whatever they were called.

Marik kinda wanted to test out his theory. As he continued eating, he formulated a plan that would allow him to do so and raise the least suspicion possible.

He finished his pancakes before Bakura did, and got up to put his dirty dishes in the sink. He quickly washed them, then sneaked behind Bakura and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Ah! Marik!" Bakura tensed for a moment in surprise.

"Hi. So... What do you want to do today?"

Bakura relaxed a bit and said, "Well, I was thinking about stealing something from one of Yugi Muto's friends or his grandfather. Mostly children's trading cards. And then we can go murder someone and leave one of Yugi's cards behind so the police will bla- Marik, why the bloody hell are you petting me?"

Marik had started petting Bakura with the hand that had been draped over his shoulder, and kept doing so with a smile. "Because you're my adorable kitty cat and your hair is so [EFF!]ing soft and fluffy."

Bakura groaned in annoyance, but did nothing to make Marik stop. He began describing in detail certain parts of his plan, such as which cards he was going to steal and how they would set up the crime scene.

Meanwhile, Marik continued to stroke Bakura's hair gently. After a while, Bakura trailed off and began purring. When this happened, Marik froze confusedly. But he didn't have a problem with it and kept up the motion.

"Kitty cat," he murmured. "So adorable." Marik had to admit that Bakura's purring was kind of turning him on. His thoughts turned to Hetalia again, and the fact that he shipped England X Egypt.

Thinking of Hetalia reminded him of his plan. Slowly, he inched his hand to the front of Bakura's head. Finally, he stopped when his hand was right between the bat wing bunny ear things.

Bakura continued to purr, much like a cat, and was enjoying what Marik was doing.

All of a sudden, he felt his Millenium Ring acting up. He stopped purring and looked down at it. To his surprise, it was pointing at him! No... Wait... It was actually pointing at Marik! And the Millenium Rod was still in Marik's room. So the only reason the Ring was pointing at Marik was...

His attention snapped to the position of his friend's hand on his hand. And it was right between his-

"Marik get the hell off of me!" He shoved Marik's arm away from him, shot out of his chair, and backed away from him.

Marik held his hand out to Bakura, a sad look on his face. "Kura... What's wrong?"

Bakura turned away so that his roommate couldn't see him blush. 'Change the subject! Change the subject!' he frantically thought. "Uh... Marik?"

"Y-yeah?"

Bakura smirked and turned around, his face no longer red. "Stop being gay, will you?"

"WHAT!" Now it was his turn to have a red face. He would never admit it! "I was not being gay in any sort of way! I, Marik Sebastian Ishtar the Third, am 100% straight! And waaaaiiit a minute..." he gave Bakura an accusatory stare. "What did I do to make you think that?"

"Millenium gaydar."

"[EFF!] you and your [EFF!]ing gaydar that lies!"

Bakura's smirk grew. "I'm sure that you definitely want to."

Marik's blush grew. "I absolutely do n-" he facepalmed. "Look let's just get out of here and do your stupid card-stealing plan!"

Marik's change of subject worked. "My evil plans are never stupid!" he shouted defensively. "That midget and his lame-ass yami pretty much live on card games. If we steal their best and most prized cards, they will be powerless against us! And even better if we frame him for a murder! Also I'm running out of blood syrup. I think I used the last of it on my pancakes."

"Whatever, Fluffy."

The nickname reminded Bakura of what Marik had just done and almost did. "And I'm not forgetting about this. I told you not to touch!"

Marik frowned and left the kitchen. He went back to his room to get the Millenium Rod. "Fine!" he called from his room.

Marik sat on the couch, waiting for Bakura to finish up in his room. "Bakura," he called. "You done yet?!"

"Just a moment, Marik! I'm- uh... Looking for another card!"

"Hurry the frig up!"

"Calm your buggering nerves!"

"Hurry up!"

"Stop bloody rushing me!"

Bakura emerged from the hallway wearing his black trench coat, which he claimed made him feel twice as evil when he wore it.

"Let's go."

The two villains walked out the front door and set off to find someone to steal cards from and someone to murder.

HEHEHEHEHE...

LOL!

Next chapter takes place out on the street, where Bakura and Marik will steal some cards and play a children's card game, them nurder someone in the process!

BTW in this fic they are roommates and share an apartment, but that's probably obvious by now. I will update chapters more rapidly than I usually do, because I already have pretty much the whole thing typed out on my iPod and I just have to edit it and put it into chapters.

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEE~!