Chapter 3-
Yeah, finally this story is getting somewhere. I haven't watched Titanic since it first came out, so that's why I love totally ripping on it. I hated the movie. It wasn't the worst movie I'd ever seen, but I didn't much care for it at all. Well, here's chapter 3. I still don't know what's going to happen in this chapter, so I don't even know what this is going to be called. Thanks to Jennilyn Maxwell for reading and reviewing all the current chapters. By the way, I love Mark to death! He is just so adorable, even when he's being viciously evil! Also, don't blame me if some of these events are out of order.
~Phoenix
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"Marik, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting my just desserts, like you said I should," Marik said as he picked another piece of pie off the refreshment table. He gulped it down in one big mouthful, then went back for another one.
Yami Bakura sighed angrily. Both of them had stolen tuxes from two unsuspecting men who happened to walk past them. Bakura had convinced Marik into stealing the suit by telling him the men didn't want them anymore and were playing game of keep-away. Marik, of course, agreed. Now they fit in amongst "high-society." "What is the MATTER with YOU?!"
People around the room looked in their direction for a minute, then went on with their conversations. Marik swallowed another piece of pie. "Everything is wrong with me. What about you?"
Bakura growled and muttered under his breath. "YOU are what's wrong with me! You!" He grabbed Marik and dragged him over to the corner of the room. "Come on."
Suddenly, a couple swooshed past them on the dance floor.
"Aw…" Marik moaned. "They survived. How disappointing."
(Author's note: Yeah, it's Leo-DiCapri and Kate Winslet.)
"You can kill them later. Come on. This is making me sick. You scarf down 2 pies and now I have to watch this lovey-dovey crap. Someone, put me out of my misery."
"It's fun to have you around, Bakura!" Marik hugged Bakura tightly.
"I hope this ship sinks, so I never have to see the likes of you again."
"Oh, that's impossible." An old man wearing all blue turned around. "I am the captain of this fine vessel and I must tell you that this Old Girl is unsinkable. You'll never have to watch her go under the waves. She'll last forever!" The old man laughed in a jolly way, then turned back to the previous person he had been talking to.
Marik shuddered. "Old people scare me. Let's go. HEY! Where did that suicidal couple go?"
Bakura sighed again. "I don't know. I don't care. I hope their dead. I hope they fell of this God-forsaken tub and died in the ice-cold water. I hope they are no longer within this mortal realm. I hope-"
Marik started to walk away. Bakura considered staying there to avoid him, but when he saw couples kissing in the shadows around him, he decided better of it. Marik climbed down the stairs and onto the lower deck. Bakura slowly and calmly followed.
"Wanna go steal from the crates downstairs?" he asked Marik matter-of-factly.
"Why would people leave their things unguarded in the bottom of a boat? I mean, anyone could take their stuff! Since it seems to be up for grabs, I say: let's go!" Marik and Bakura raced downstairs and into the storage rooms.
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"Is that a handprint?"
"Where?"
"There." Marik pointed to an old vintage car.
"Yeah. It's smeared in fog and mist. I can't see anything."
Marik jumped excitedly. "Do you think someone died in there?"
Bakura smiled hopefully. "Maybe. I'll check." He walked over to the car and peeked in through the handprint! "Oh MAN! I did NOT NEED to see that!"
Marik grinned. "Are they dead? Is the person dead?"
Bakura walked over and grabbed Marik by the wrist. "Let's go elsewhere. We can come back later. Like in a year. Better yet: in a millennium."
Marik gave one last confused look over his shoulder, then got dragged up the stairs.
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The two of them stood at the side rail and looked out into the gray expanse. Nothing for miles. Not a damn thing.
"What now?" Marik asked.
"We can go back to the party. Sound good?"
Marik nodded. "Do you think they have more pie?"
Bakura grumbled. "I'd rather have a shot of vodka, but I'm sure they do have your precious pies."
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Marik watched the crowd's couples twirl and dance. One girl in particular caught his eye. A pretty brunette with sparkly blue eyes. She spotted him looking at her and came over to see him.
"Hello, monsieur," the girl said in a spirited British accent. "Would you like to dance?"
"Sure," he said guiding her to the floor. He glanced over his shoulder at Bakura who was lying stupid-drunk across two chairs.
"My name is Tea. Who might you be?"
"The name is Marik," he cheerfully replied.
"What an odd name. I love it! So anyways, I went to a dance lesson the other day. While I was there, my friend Stacy told me that she got a boyfriend. I was like, Oh Gosh! No way! And she said totally! Can you believe it? A girl like her getting hooked up with a man as good as you? His name was Fred. She totally adores him. And-" Tea paused. "Is something the matter?"
Marik grimaced. "Why don't we go out to the deck. You and me? Alone?"
Tea smirked. "Oh you bad thing. Of course."
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Marik pushed all of his weight into the push and---- sploosh! Tea was overboard. All he heard was one quick, single scream and then the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. That one splash.
Slowly, Marik went back inside to check on Bakura and to help him back to his room.
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I hate Tea. I'm glad I killed her. Grrr………
Thanks to anyone who reads and reviews!
~Phoenix