Like Oil And Water
Chapter 6: Pulling A Bakura
Remus sighed as Bakura threw open the door and marched in. "There is something known as knocking ... ever heard of it?"
"WHAT were you playing at last night! You practically gave everything away! You imbicile!"
Remus merely looked at the floor and smiled as he always did. Bakura on the other hand, almost had steam coming out of his ears.
"Listen, Bakura. You may be a better thief and killer than me, but I have lived longer than you. I know what I'm doing-"
"Obviously not! You made him doubt me! Doubt isn't good!"
"It is called reverse psychology ... I doubt you've heard of that either."
Bakura sat on a chair facing Remus. "Listen you, I'm tired of playing your little games. Tell me what's going on! Tell me what EXACTLY is the plan!"
Remus' smile grew wider, "I cannot do that. For your lover boy would worm it out of you somehow ... you've fallen in love and grown weak. I'm disgusted."
"I have NOT fallen in love! That brat means nothing to me! I could slit his throat this instant!"
"Oh good ... very, very good ... we're going to need that."
Bakura paled when Remus said that.
Remus just raised his eyebrows, "What! Does the prospect make you cry ...? Aw ... poor, pityful lovebird."
"I'm NOT in love ... you need him dead, fine! Done!"
Bakura unsheathed his sword and started storming out the door.
Remus just laughed, "No Bakura ... not yet ... first, we need something ..."
"Where!"
"Only he knows ... he'll have to help us rob his own home ... ironic, isn't it?"
Bakura nodded, "Done. I'll go tell him at once-"
"No! No, Bakura ... have I thought you nothing at all! You act like a simple-minded fool! Love really has turned your brain to mush."
"I am NOT in love!"
"THEN you should know ... you have to do it gradually. Make him think you ... thought of it by accident ... but for an accident to happen, there has to be a reason. And the reason for this particular accident will be ..."
Marik's eyes widened, "WHAT!"
Bakura laughed at Marik's shocked expression, "You heard ... I'm going to teach to steal."
"NO way! Bakura I can't ... no! Just no ..."
Bakura sat next to him and took his hands, "Please ... for me ...? I mean if you're going to spend your whole life with me ... don't you wanna help me ...?"
Marik looked doubtful, "I don't know ..."
"Please? For me ...? For Kura ...?"
Marik sighed, "FINE! Dear Ra! Just because of Kura ..."
Bakura grinned, "Great ... this is just perfect ..."
'Perfect ... indeed.'
Bakura's eyes narrowed as he watched the baker's apprentice clumsily take the honyecakes out of the over and drop them onto the table.
He turned to Marik who looked doubtful again, "Him!"
"Yes him ... he's young, stupid ... easily intrested ..."
Bakura grinned as he saw the young man wink at a girl opposite of his stall weaving.
Marik stared at Bakura, "And it hasn't crossed your mind that he might be straight?"
"Nah ... I saw him looking at the butcher's son's ass."
Marik raised an eyebrow, "And so ... I have to flirt with him ...?"
"Yes while you steal honeycakes."
Marik sighed but nodded, "Even thoughI don't like this ... here I go."
He began crawling out of their hiding place when bakura stopped him, "You forgot the bracelet."
Marik took it and slipped it on. He walked over to the baker's stall where the young man was still looking over at the weaver girl. Marik looked at the variety of bread while while swinging the big brown bag he had slung on his shoulder. He walked closer to the baker's aprentice until he was directly in the young man's view.
Then he 'dropped' his bracelet in front of the man, "Oh!"
The baker's apprentice bent to pick it up just as Marik did. They bumped.
"Oh dear! Sir ... pardon me ..."
The man just smiled a cocky smile and took Marik's arm. Marik blushed and half-heartedly tried to pull his arm away. The man slipped the bracelet back on his wrist.
"What's this I hear about 'sir' ...? My name is Mut'setnaja. And you ... prince of mystery ...?"
Marik blushed again, "My name is ..."
'Not your real name. No matter what Bakura says ... we've got to play it safe.'
"Rashim."
Mut'setnaja smiled, "What a powerful-sounding name ... I like it ... so where are you from?"
"I was born in .. Karnak ... but I do not like so much religious talk so I moved here. It's much more ... the atmosphere here ..."
Marik slipped three honeycakes into the bag. "It's calm and peacefuly ..."
Mut'setnaja took Marik's hand, "Do you wish to come in?"
"I'm in a kind of hurry ..."
"It won't take long ..."
Marik slipped more honeycakes in and broke away, "I must take leave! Good bye!"
He ran off blending into the crowd.
Mut'setnaja sighed and looked back at the weaver's girl. She glared at him and he shrugged. He looked back at the honeycakes ... they were all gone.
Bakura laughed as he bit down on one of the honeycakes, "That was great! I was a little jelous at first but ... next is the jewelry shop! The new girl will be easy for you."
Marik pouted, "If you say so ..."
'Somehow ... I don't like where this is going ...'
A/N: Bakura's up to something ... obviously ... but will Marik figure it out? Or will he continue to be the thief's puppet?
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