Title: Graduation
Words: 220
Characters: Thief Bakura, Marik
Summary: After suggesting to the seven year old an occupation, life still has to move on.
This is a sequel to 'A Gift and Advice'. You might want to read it, it's just the previous chapter. But I think you don't have to if you really hate it that much.
"No. Not good enough." The eighteen year old shook his head, his tanned hand gripping tightly onto the wrist of the younger boy, now ten.
Then ten year old scowled. He definitely looked older than ten. He yanked his hand away.
"Try again." A smirk crossed the eighteen year olds face as they patted where his wallet was held teasingly.
A dark scowl crossed the child's, who denies to be child, face.
Violet eyes opened, and Marik shook his head. That..had been some time ago. Reminiscing wasn't like him. The kid ran away one night when they reached twelve.
He half noticed a figure in a brown tattered cloak walk past him, their cloak hitting the side of him, barely noticeable. .
Marik rolled his eyes, hand falling to his sides, before reaching into his pocket.
Nothing.
He blinked, stopping in his tracks and checked the other pocket.
Nothing.
"Son of a…!" He didn't finish before turning and running the direction the thief earlier had taken.
He reached the small sand walls of the city, scowling, glancing around.
There, leaning against the wall, was a familiar face. A 'T' scar over their eye, tanned, tall, and finally, very recognizable silver hair.
In a raised hand, he was spinning a pouch of coins he just stole.
"Who's not good enough now?"
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