Bakura walked down the halls of the ship after dinner the next day, heading for his room. About halfway there, an annoying voice found its way to his ears. "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyar wiener. That is what I'd truly like to be!" Bakura groaned and clenched his fists, turning and heading back the way he'd come. "'Cause if I were an Oscar Meyar wiener, everyone would be in love with me!" Bakura walked faster, smacking his forehead to keep the annoyingly repetitive song from getting stuck in his mind. Bakura finally made it up to the deck, leaning on the railing and sighing in relief. "Hey Bakura! Like the song? Some guy at the dock was singing it. I forget what his name was."

"Go away, Marik," Bakura snarled, dropping his head into his hands. The blond teen just laughed and draped his arm over Bakura's shoulder, gazing at the stars. "No, I don't like the song. And I don't like you!"

"You don't mean that," Marik said in a matter of fact voice.

"Yes, I do," Bakura shot back, shrugging out of Marik's grasp. "And I meant it that last five hundred sixty nine times I've told you as well."

"Wow," Marik said, tapping each of his fingers in thought. "I didn't think you could count that high."

"When I kill you, I will take great pleasure in doing so," Bakura promised as he walked away. 'Now, how to accomplish such a feat? Let's see, I could push him off the boat, but that wouldn't be very fitting after all he's put me through...... I could always send him to the Shadow Realm, but that has never stopped him before......' Bakura's ranting was abruptly cut off as Marik slammed into him and sent him sprawling across the deck. "That's it!!" Bakura screamed, rolling onto his back and punching Marik square across his face.

"It wasn't me!" Marik said in exasperation, pointing after a tall brown haired girl wearing a red dress with black lace over it as she raced down the length of the boat to its back. "She pushed me! Stupid female!!" He stood up, eyes darkening to a dangerous degree. "No one pushes Marik Ishtar! I am to be the next pharaoh! I will rule the world and no one will be able to stop me!! You will feel my wrath!" Then he grabbed Bakura's wrist and raced after the girl while laughing insanely.

"Let go of me!" Bakura growled fiercely, fighting Marik's hold. He was pulled behind a bench with Marik, the blond watching intently as the girl climbed over the railing and leaned foreward.

"Oh, look," he said gleefully, bouncing up and down. "She's going to kill herself for me! How nice of her!"

"Are you always this dense?" Bakura looked over at him as he spoke, a combination of horror and disbelief on his face.

"No, this is one of my special days," Marik said nonchalantly, continuing to watch as a blond boy walked over and offered to pull the girl back over the railing.

"That's the idiot mortal that was on the edge of the boat earlier!" Bakura whispered, his attention now captured.

"Oh! So they're both suicidal," Marik laughed darkly, oblivious to the absurd conversation the two young people were having. "Shall we put them out of their misery?" Bakura smirked and nodded, Marik pulling out his Millennium Rod as the two held hands so the girl could come back over the railing and onto the boat. He stood up, grinning maliciously, then pointed his rod at the girl. "Fall!" He commanded, watching the girl slip on her dress and scream as she started to slide.

"Why do females always have to scream when they are in a life threatening situation?" Bakura asked himself, pulling Marik away from the scene of the crime. The blond had developed a bad habit of hanging around places where he had just done something less than desirable, then would blame Bakura for it when he got caught. The tomb robber did not have the time to be locked in jail, as it was a pointless waste of space and often the guards did stupid things with the keys like put them in their pockets. A well placed kick could bring the guard down to the prisoner's level, allowing him to be disarmed should he have a weapon, then the prisoner could get the key. They kept out of sight as several men ran past them, then headed below deck.

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Okay, folks, that's it. I'm sorry for the lateness of my post, but my family has been very busy lately. We are trying to sell my grandmother's house, and our relater is a moron. (Not to mention that my computer is stupid!!!!) Anyway, I know this chapter wasn't very funny, or very long, but Phoenix will take care of the humor stuff in her next chapter. *Waves to Phoenix.* I'm sorry for adding a new character, but Marik is awesome. The story will still focus on Bakura, don't worry. Phoenix can never mention Marik again, if she wants, I don't know where she'll take this. Please leave us a nice little review and maybe you'll inspire us. (Namely me, the boring one.) *Blushes and hides in her dark corner.*

~Dark Wind.

P. S.- For those of you who might not have caught it, the young lady that pushed Marik was Rose.... Uhh..... Really long last name that I don't feel like looking up. I know it and I know the actress that played her, but can't spell her name either. *Snarls to herself.*