disclaimer: really, i do not own yugioh.

Chapter Five- Baka

"You ready Marik?"

Marik wobbled around on the roof. I'm standing… on Yugi's roof. I'm such an idiot. While muttering 'baka, baka, baka…', he tightened his grip on the viney-thingy. He looked at the long way down again.

I'm okay, I'm gonna be fine. After all, I'm the one who's going to stand on the roof. Bakura's the, erm, lucky duck who gets to climb down to the window. He's the one who should be worried, not me.

He nodded, pausing for another second for his head to stop its spinning. "I'm ready," he said very unconvincingly. He'd finally decided that it wasn't worth his breath to ask if Bakura was sure this was okay.

"Then hold on tight!!" Bakura screeched and started down the wall.

Marik closed his eyes, waiting for Bakura to scream in pain from falling to the ground. Okay, maybe it was more like he was hoping that Bakura would scream in pain from falling to the ground. His albino partner seemed like the lucky one when their plans turned sour.

When Marik noticed that there wasn't any sound of any pain whatsoever, he opened his eyes.

"Bakura!" Marik growled. Bakura was holding onto the draining pipe with the vine tucked under his arms, "What the hell?!"

His partner looked up with anime tears running down his face, "I-I'm sc-scared," his lips trembled. "C-Could you g-get me up?" he gave the best puppy dog eyes since, well, five minutes ago.

Marik groaned, "Oh, ra," but reluctantly started tugging on the vine. I would let him fall, but if he gets himself killed, I might be a suspect. He noticed, after pulling a few feet, that either Bakura didn't weigh that much, or he wasn't… holding… onto the vine. Oh, crap.

The Egyptian blonde looked near the bottom of the roof and saw that the end of the vine was already two feet away from Bakura. The said albino was still clutching tightly to the pipe, his eyes squeezed shut.

Normally, Marik would have laughed at Bakura looking so pathetic. But, with the day he's had so far, he wasn't thinking totally correctly. That and the fact that this is a humor fanfic, and it just wouldn't be good if the head, um, bad guy, who's the good guy, was to die.

So, of course, Marik jumped out to catch his comrade. "Bakura!! Don't worry, I'm coming!" Though he meant well, Marik aimed a little too high in his rescue feat. Literally, he jumped too high. "Nnnnooooo!!"

Thud!

"Marik! You okay?!"

Marik blinked his eyes. Odd, it should hurt more than this. He moved his head off the ground. I don't believe it. It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm… cured!! Hallelujah!! I'm cured… I'm cured… oh, yeah, yeah, yeah…

If Marik wasn't so distracted with himself being cured by the fall, he'd have noticed that his partner in crime was losing his grip on the pipe. So, to follow with the plot of the story, he fell… on Marik.

Thud!!

Bakura hopped to his feet, "Well, thank God for-" he paused, hearing some sound from inside the Game Shop. "We hide!" Grabbing the unconscious Marik, he pulled them both under the tree (the one that fell) in time for Yami Yugi to have just missed them.

Yami took a deep breath in, "Ah, another day, another duel." He sighed and yelled inside to Yugi's grandpa, "I'm going out, Gramps!" With that, he started down the street to downtown Domino City.

Bakura peeked out of his hiding place, a very 'Cheshire cat' look on his face. "Now, we follow!! Come knave!" Bakura grabbed Marik again by the nape of the neck, and began inconspicuously (yeah, right) trailing Yami.

Meanwhile, behind the un-dynamic duo, was a figure hiding in the shadows. He picked up a bag next to him, and began following our, hem-hem, heroes, "Now, we follow."

wow. that took me awhile to write. and yet, it's so short. (sighs) my apologies for that.

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