Chapter Four- Notebook of Doom

"Well Marik," Bakura once again reprimanded his unfortunate partner, "If you had any sense to pay attention, you'd have noticed that the ladder idea wouldn't work at all."

"WHERE WERE YOU?!?!?!" Marik eyes bulged out of their sockets, looking more like his yami self than should be possible. He had somehow managed to get out of his little coma when Bakura was getting the ladder off of him and 'accidentally' dropped it back on him again.

"Well, when I discovered this couldn't possibly work, I chose to give up," the slightly crazy thief said as he licked the chocolate ice cream cone in his hand.

"YA' COULD'VE TOLD ME!!!"

"Yes, but I didn't have enough time. That ice cream guy owed me and I had to collect," he shuddered and put his hand to his head, "Brr-ain frreeze."

"Don't you need a brain for that to happen?" muttered Marik, before rubbing his own head.

By all accounts, he really shouldn't be standing up, which he was, seeing as how a tree had fallen on him and he'd fallen off a ladder. I'm beginning to think this is a really, really bad idea. He thought to himself. He let out a frustrated huff and spoke, "Bakura, you do what you want. I'm through." He started off the lawn before he noticed the new attachment to his leg.

Bakura, with puppy dog eyes and crocodile tears to match clung to him like a lifeline, "Pwease don't go!! I can't do this- hic hic- without you!!!" he buried his face in Marik's leg, "Pwease?!?!"

Marik would have banged his head on a wall if one had been near him and if his head hadn't been banged up already. He gave in, "Oh, alri-"

"YEA!!" Bakura lept for joy, hugging Marik (much to the Egyptian's discontent), and started dragging the ladder around the house. "Onward, troops!!"

"Wh-what are you doing with that?" Marik asked shakily.

Bakura grinned maliciously, "Bringing it over to the other side of the house!"

Marik rolled his eyes heavily, "I probably don't want to know, but… why?"

"Whilst you were out cold," Bakura began, "I found this perfect thing to get us the dirt we need!"

"Really? Mulch or top soil?" Marik asked sarcastically.

Bakura, though, was in a very good mood, because he laughed hysterically, "AHAHAHHHHAHAHA!! Wow!! Fun-ny!" He hopped up and down like a freak (i.e.- like himself).

"It wasn't that funny, Bakura," Marik rolled his eyes, "Now: Plan."

Bakura breathed again, "Right." He pulled out a notebook from his shirt and began writing.

After a minute he held up his work of art and began, "Exhibit A. We take this ladder and place it on the other side of the house." He pointed with his pencil to a poorly draw picture of himself and Marik, stick figures of course, holding the ladder next to Yugi's house.

"Next, we climb up the ladder to the very top of the roof, B." The next picture showed Bakura on the roof looking quite pleased with himself and Marik looking dizzy and ill next to him.

"Part C, we swing the vine, that is presently on the house, over to the window. One of us will climb down it, with the other holding on to it." The picture showed two stick figures with question marks over their heads hanging onto the vine.

"Then we get the blackmail, we go home, and you don't get another bump on your head!" He smiled, "Only we should make sure that, D, the vine doesn't break or, E, we don't let go."

"And what if 'F' happens?" asked Marik.

"F?"

"If I don't freakin care and just leave now."

Bakura pouted, "B-but you said you w-would, Mawik," and Marik again faced Bakura's possessed sad face.

"Okay!! I'll do it!!" Marik threw up his hands in defeat. Bakura beat me with fake tears. And twice in one day!!

Poor Marik's having issues with Bakura, again. Maybe this time their plan will work. And while we're asking for miracles, maybe hell can freeze over. Hey, anything can happen.

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