Dream with me

Chapter 3:

Soon a week had past and they were getting along pretty well. It was Tuesday afternoon. Marik and Bakura were sitting on the couch watching the T.V and clipping their toenails.

"Jeez, Marik. When was the last time you actually used a toenail clipper?!"

"Uh... Today's Tuesday, so..." he counted quietly in his head, "A year ago."

"Well, it's about time you use it again." He handed them to Marik.

Marik positioned them then snapped down on his toenail. It flew across the couch and hit Bakura in the face. He fell back onto the floor, "Ouch! My eye!"

"Oops... Sorry."

"I think I'm blind!"

"Let's see," Marik picked him up, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Uh... two?"

"Nope, sorry. I guess you are blind."

"Oh no!"

"What is all the yelling about?" Ryou walked in from the kitchen.

Bakura looked up, "Ryou? Is that you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Marik blinded me with his toenail!"

"Stop being a drama queen. I did not." Marik took the toenail off the floor, "It isn't that big."

Ryou looked at it, "Isn't that big?! You could sink the titanic with that thing!"

"Told ya." Bakura smirked.

"Anyways, I need to talk to you in the kitchen Bakura." Ryou turned around.

Bakura followed him to the kitchen and they sat at the table, "So what's up?"

"Our bills. That's what's up. Do you realize our expenses have doubled, nearly tripled since Marik and Malik moved in?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, that's because you never get the mail. So, of course you wouldn't know we have bills."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Well, they're your 'pets'."

"Pets?!"

"So, naturally you should be the one to do something about it."

"..."

"I suggest you get a job."

"What?!"

"Yup. You promised me that you would take care of these two. And now I'm holding you to it."

"But Ryou!"

"Don't Ryou me. You're getting a job and that's that."

Bakura pouted.

"I have to go visit my parents for the day." He headed for the door, "That should give you some time to start looking. I'll be back around six, see ya later."

"Yeah, yeah. Bye."

Ryou blew a kiss then exited the room. Bakura leaned back in his chair, 'A job... What can I do? I don't know... Hmm. I can send mortals to the shadow realm. And I can steal things... Oh yeah, I can fake death pretty good.'

He got up and went into the living room where Marik and Malik were sitting. "Hey, you two. I got a problem, and your gonna help me solve it."

Marik looked at him, "What kind of problem?"

"Ryou wants me to get a job."

"Whoa! No way." They gasped.

"I know it's terrible. But you two have to help me find one."

"Why?"

"He's making me do this 'cause I promised to take care of you."

"Cool." Malik said.

"Not cool. I need your help to find one."

Marik smiled. "Great, because we know exactly where to get one."

"We do?"

"You do."

"Well," Malik went to their room then came back with a newspaper, "There are always jobs in the classified ads. This is today's paper."

"Since when do you read the news paper, Malik?" Bakura sat down.

"I don't. I only look at the personals ad. They're really funny." Malik put the paper down on the table and sat in front of it. He flipped to the classified ad pages.

"Okay," Marik looked over his shoulder, "What are you good at, Bakura?"

"Not much."

"Can you operate a video camera? There's a job in here for a amateur camera man."

"Uh... no. I can't."

Malik looked back down, "Do you have charisma?"

"Ha!" Marik laughed, "You're asking Bakura if he has charisma? He has about as much charisma as one of those hobos in the park."

Bakura glared at him, "I don't know what 'charisma' is..."

"It's something in your personality that makes people like you." Malik paused, "Uh...Let's move on."

They went through about half the page until Malik found something he thought was suitable for Bakura, "Hey, here's something good. Bakura, you could be a gopher."

"A what?!" Marik and Bakura looked at him.

"It's not really a gopher, it's someone who goes for things. Like an errand boy. You'd go for coffee and doughnuts... stuff like that."

"Hmm." Bakura cringed, "I don't like the thought of being someone's slave."

"You wouldn't be a slave. Slaves don't get paid, and you will."

"..."

"Just think of how proud Ryou will be of you." Marik winked, "You might even get a reward. If you know what I mean."

"Alright. I'll give it a shot." He turned to Malik, "Where is it?"

"The... Fox media center. Where they broadcast, you know, weather and news and stuff."

"I hate them!" Marik pouted.

"Well, let's go." Bakura got up, Marik and Malik followed him out the door and down to the car.

They drove fifteen blocks to the fox news station. When they finally arrived, they got out and wandered into the building. They got up to the fifth floor and saw all these people running around and shouting, "Where's Jason?! Where's Jason?!"

Bakura walked up to this man in a suit, "Uh, hi."

"Huh?" the man turned around and shook Bakura's hand, "Oh hi. I'm Randy."

"My name is Bakura. Uh, I'm here to answer the ad in the newspaper. For a..." he swallowed hard, "A gopher."

"Oh that. Okay, then. You've got the job."

Bakura looked rather surprised, "Really? Just like that? No interview or anything?"

"Sorry kid. But we're in the middle of a crisis here."

"Kid?! Wait... what kind of a crisis?"

"We go on in two minutes and we can't find Jason. Our star anchor man."

"Oh. Well, then. I'll be here first thing tomorrow for work." He started to walk towards Marik and Malik.

"Wait a minute!" Randy grabbed Bakura's shoulder, "I feel an idea coming on!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You! You could fill in for Jason!"

"What?! Me?! Now?! I couldn't. I don't know the first thing about being an anchor!"

"Neither does Jason. You're perfect. Just for today kid, please?!"

"I don't know about this..."

"C'mon kid! Don't make me beg!" he got on his knees, "Please Bakura! My job is at steak! I have four kids!"

"Okay, okay. I mean, how bad could it be?"

"Great!" Randy stood up, "Brian, get this kid in ready we've only got one minute!"

A man in black pants and an 'I love showbiz' shirt came and dragged Bakura into a room. In less than a minute he came out in a suit of his own and was led to a desk in front of two T.V cameras.

"Alright," Randy said, "All ya do is read whatever comes up on the screen." He pointed to a digital screen under the camera.

"Okay..."

"Kara is sick so she's not here today." He pointed to the empty chair next to Bakura. "But don't worry, kid. I got faith in ya."

"..."

Randy backed up behind the camera, "Good-luck!"

Brian raised his hand, "And we're live in 3...2...1."

Bakura was almost in shock, but he managed the words that came on the screen, "Hello and good morning. I'm Bakura, filling in for Jason Manahue. Last night in the Michael Jackson case..."

Marik and Malik were behind the cameras watching Bakura. "Marik, I didn't know Bakura was applying for a job as an anchor."

"Me neither. I'm mostly surprised he got it."

"Well, is very photogenic."

"Tell me about it. Look at that profile."

Bakura was extremely nervous but you couldn't tell by the way he looked. He wasn't sweating or anything. Commercials came and went but he wasn't allowed to move. When they went back on air, Bakura was relieved that it was almost over. "That's all for tonight. Join us tomorrow morning same time, same place. This has been Bakura for Fox News."

"And...were done!" Brian yelled as they turned off the camera.

Bakura sighed as he got up from the leather chair and walked over to Marik and Malik, "So, how was I?"

"You were great, Bakura!" Malik smiled.

"Yeah, you should do this every morning."

"Uh, no way. This was only for today."

Randy walked over, "You were great Bakura! Absolutely Fabulous! You're going places, kid."

"The only place I'm going is home. I'll see ya tomorrow, Randy." He headed for the door.

"No, wait! That no-talent hack, Jason is fired! We need ya Bakura, you got spunk!"

"..."

"We'll pay ya lots of money!"

"Really?"

"Sure! Any price ya ask!"

"A million dollars."

"Let's not get carried away."

"Well..." he looked to Marik and Malik, "What do you guys think? Should I do it?"

"Oh yeah!" Malik pumped his fist in the air, "We can watch you on T.V everyday! Ryou will be so happy!"

Marik gave Bakura a light push, "Go on. It's a job, you're not signing your life away. And plus, you'll get more money than you ever would with that gopher job."

Bakura turned back around, "Okay, then. I'll do it."

"Great! I knew you'd come through, kid. You'll be doing morning and night segments. That's eight in the morning and eight at night. Don't be late, ya start tomorrow. Oh and you can keep the suit. You're gonna be a star, kid! A star!"

"Thanks..." they walked out and back to the car. All of them were pretty much silent on the way back to Sandy Shores.

When they got inside Ryou was sitting on the couch, he jumped up when he saw Bakura come in. "Bakura!"

"What?" he turned around just in time to catch Ryou who was hugging him.

"Bakura, I saw you on the news! Is that you're new job?"

Marik sat on the couch, "Yup, Bakura is Fox News' new anchor man."

"Is your name Bakura?!" Bakura glared at him, then turned back to Ryou, "Yeah, that's my new job."

"Wow, Bakura. I wasn't even expecting you to get a job."

"What?! But you told me-"

"I was joking."

Bakura's eyes popped open, "WHAT?!"

"Sorry, Bakura. Don't be mad. It was just a joke."

"Ugh..."