Chapter 7
**I'm sorry it took so long, but here is the final chapter**
Bakura tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. He and Marik had gotten stuck in another traffic jam on their way to the airport. Marik had been silent the whole trip. He just kept staring out the window, not really looking for anything. He had seemed distracted that morning. He had woken up before Bakura, which was much more than unusual. He apologized for the night before and even offered to pay for breakfast.
Bakura was getting worried. Had Marik been taken over by Melvin? No, if that was the case Bakura would most likely been killed in his sleep.
Bakura broke the silence, "Marik? Is everything alright? You haven't said a single word since we left." Marik just sat there. "I'm pretty sure I heard that guy up there say his name was Steve," Bakura stated, gesturing to the convertible in front of them, "Why don't you try and turn him into one of your henchmen? That would certainly get this traffic jam moving."
Marik finally turned to face him. He looked like he's been crying. "Bakura, If I did something bad, would you hate me?" Bakura was surprised.
"Of course not. I mean, we're bad guys. All we do is bad stuff."
"That's not what I mean. I mean something that might ruin our relationship."
Bakura began to get anxious. What was Marik talking about? He looked closer and realized that Marik had started to cry. "Marik what's going on?"
"I SLEPT WITH THE PHARAOH!" He cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. In fact he looked so pitiful, that it was almost comical. Bakura began to laugh. Marik looked confused. He tilted his head to the right, making him look like a confused, Egyptian, Chihuahua. "Bakura, why are you laughing?"
"B-because," he stammered, between gasps of air, "I slept with Duke Devlin!" Marik's mouth fell open. This made Bakura laugh even harder. The whole situation was completely hilarious to him.
"You hooked up with Duke? What the frig did you see in him?" Marik asked, curious to know why he would choose Duke of all people.
"What the frig did you see in the Pharaoh?" Bakura asked, mimicking Marik. "I was wasted! I was so drunk; even I would have slept with the Pharaoh!"
Marik looked forward. He seemed to be thinking things over.
"Well, I guess this makes us even." He said.
"I suppose so." Said Bakura, slowly getting over his laughing fit.
They sat in silence for a while; some love song was softly playing over the radio. The lyrics were some something along the lines of, "I'm in love with my best friend, and we'll stay together, until the end" Bakura listened to it for a while and then finally asked Marik to shut the damn thing off, it was driving him nuts.
Bakura draped his arm over Marik's shoulders, and pulled him close. He had never been happier in his life.
He didn't even notice when the traffic jam began to move.
**Thank you for reading**