A/N: My evil mind is already thinking about the ending…mwwaaahaaahaahaaaaa!! But in the meantime, there are more chapters to go! This one goes to Marik…
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Duke and Tristan headed downstairs, congratulating themselves on their most recent spy job.
"I wonder how long Kaiba's had that rabbit," Duke mused, smiling.
"Kaiba watching sissy soap operas," Tristan grinned back, "Who knew?"
Duke put a hand on his stomach as it growled in protest. "Heh heh," he said sheepishly, "I'm overdue for a feeding. Wanna see what's in the kitchen?"
"Right behind you, buddy," Tristan answered.
The two made their way to the kitchen, but stopped just outside the door when they heard someone inside. Duke took a quick peek, then gestured wildly to Tristan. "Dude!" he whispered loudly, "Get the camera ready! You gotta record this!"
Tristan grinned and obeyed, placing the camera in the slightly opened doorway.
Marik was wearing a puffy, floral-pattern apron and crooked chef's hat as he stood over the stove, carefully adding ingredients to a pot in front of him. Every once in a while he would glance up to look at the TV on a far counter, which was currently showing an episode of Iron Chef. "…dash of salt…two teaspoons seasoning…cup of rice…" Marik was muttering to himself.
He suddenly became aware of the cloud of black smoke that was building near the oven. "Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh!!" He shouted, abandoning the pot on the stove and dashing towards the oven. "My spinach puffs!! Noooooooo!!"
"Those were spinach puffs?" Tristan whispered to Duke, looking at the charred, black things that Marik was removing from the oven.
Duke pointed at the stove that Marik had left. "Yikes! Take cover, man, I think it's gonna blow!" Sure enough, the pot was shaking, nearly bubbling over.
Tristan and Duke dove away from the kitchen door just as—
BOOM!!!
When the dust had settled, both boys crept back to the door and cracked it open, poking the lens of the camera through. Marik now stood in the center of the kitchen, still holding the tray of burned spinach puffs, now completely spattered with whatever substance had been in the pot. Duke held his shaking sides and Tristan forced himself to keep quiet as he zoomed in on Marik's bewildered, food-covered face.
"Oh, man, that was classic!" Duke exclaimed as he and Tristan headed away from the kitchen, down another hallway.
Tristan fiddled with the camera, getting it ready to record again. "This is too fun! So…who's next?"
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A/N: Who next indeed? Due to the request made by Kurama'sGirl89, Bakura will be next! Dun, dun, DUN!!!
