Chapter Eight- Charity Drive
"Alright," started Marik, once they were safely in an alley again, with Yami stopped four feet away, "Now, since that little child is away, we can try this again." He looked to his partner, "You're alright with that, right?"Bakura's mouth was slightly ajar, with his eyebrows raised, "You're kidding. That kid nearly blew my cover! And that cop… well, inspector who says he's a cop because his department is being downsized; he's… okay, he's no threat. But this is beyond my point: I'm not doing this!!" he began marching out of the alley.
Marik cried, "Please!! Nooooo!! You can't leave me!! I can't do this on my own!!" he ran after the albino, until he ran right into him. Marik blinked, "Are-are you staying?"
"Yes, well, I didn't want to go directly home wearing… this. And you have my other clothes," Bakura shrugged.
A huge smile appeared on Marik's face (a/n: haven't we seen this before?), and he grabbed the camera, "Then let's go!"
Bakura grabbed his bell from his costume and took a look at Yami, "Plan A, version two." He strode over to the Pharaoh with a less-than-authoritive air. This time, he was talking to another shopkeeper of a game store. Doesn't he have a life outside of his games? "Ho ho ho, there."
Yami turned around and finally saw the 'Santa', "Um, who are you?"
"I'm Ba- er- Santa! Ho ho ho!" Bakura flushed at his screw-up, his face now rosy like that character he played. He rang the bell in Yami's face, "Ho ho ho!!"
Yami stepped back a bit, "Excuse me, what do you want?"
"Would you like to donate?" he looked around for a container to put money in, but couldn't find one, so he used the Santa hat.
"Donate to what?" asked the Pharaoh, untrustingly.
"Er, me," improvised Bakura, "I'm, uh, Santa's a little low on funding this year so I need some dough. You know, so the little demo- I mean- children are happy and have all their toys."
Yami gave a long stare into Bakura's eyes, and Bakura was beginning to think this plan was totally shot, when Yami gave a hyperly cute smile, "Oh! Okay! If it's for charity!" he pulled out his wallet and put in ten dollars.
Bakura looked at the cash and his eyes lit up. Well, if this whole villain thing goes south, I can always get cash this way.
The shopkeeper next to Yami raised his eyebrows, "Do you have a license for this sort of thing?"
"Uhhhh…"
"Excuse me for a minute," he walked into his store and picked up the phone.
That's not good.
In almost two seconds, Zenigata came racing towards them, "Ah-ha! I've got you now! You are under arrest for the terrorizing of a child, the impersonation of Santa, and well, for making a damn fool of me back there." He pulled out his cuffs again, "Now, let's get this over with."
"Damn," muttered Bakura, "I've got to run. I've had my stupids intake for the day."
"Hey! Come back here!"
Marik happily pranced after Bakura, with, of course, the record button still on.
A voice in the shadows laughed to itself, "Damn, you guys are terrible."
hiei: i'm inclined to agree with their stalker. (glares at queen-galux) when's my part coming up?!
me: it's coming, it's coming. in the mean time, you lot review! don't make me sick an angry hiei on you!!