The next morning, Mariku awoke to the sight of Malik coming into his bedroom. He had a tray with what was supposed to be breakfast. It was burnt to crisp and smelled horrible. Mariku would have sworn he saw it inch towards him. He refused the meal, having Malik dispose of it. Malik left quietly with the tray and went back to the kitchen. Mariku stood and opened the top dresser drawer. He grabbed a white sleevless hoodie and his favorite black jeans which were accompained by black gold silk boxers and black leather boots. He quickly dressed and left the mansion.
He teleported into Bakura's bedroom and stood next to the window. He was going to wake the tomb robber, but didn't for some reason. Bakura was sprawled out under the sheets of his bed. Mariku saw this as a game somehow. He waved his hand causing the blankets to slide down his slim body a short ways. The tomb robber was wearing nothing more than a pair of black cotton boxers.
"Stupid bastard," Mariku thought to himself. "He has a great body…" Mariku thoroughly enjoyed this sight of him even though he was trying to stop himself.
Bakura's eyes shot open and he leapt from under his sheets on onto Mariku, pinning him to the ground.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he errupted.
"Good morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?" Mariku jokingly said with a grin gripping to his face.
Bakura rolled his eyes and climbed off of him and walked down to the kitchen with Mariku following like a puppy.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" Bakura dipped into the fridge to find something edible.
"I don't recall you saying anything like that," Mariku said sarcastically.
Bakura pulled a sandwich from the fridge, that his Hikari had made the day before. He tore at the plastic wrap as if he was opening a gift.
"Then I will repeat myself. Get the hell out," Bakura said coldly.
Mariku laughed in his face. Bakura arched a brow as he bit into the big sandwich. "What the hell is your problem? Are you a nutcase?"
The sandy-blond laughed all the way to the main hallway. Bakura put his sandwich down on the work surface and followed out into the hallway where Mariku was leaning against the wall, his laughter already dying away.
"I'm not going anywhere," Mariku said in a powerful tone.
"Fine, whatever. I'll just leave you to do whatever it is you do." Bakura turned to the stairs and started up to the bathroom. Suddenly, a cool draft came to him. He peered down to see his boxers on the ground. Mariku was laughing himself mad.
"Ha ha, this is all shits and giggles," Bakura's voice was heavy with sarcasm. He grabbed up his boxers and brought them back up around his hips where they belonged. He was obviously not amused, unlike Mariku who was dying of laughter. He stomped upstairs to take a much needed shower.
Little Ryou came downstairs a few minutes later only to come face-to-face with Mariku. The tomb keeper threw him to the ground and began beating him, seeing this as the ultimate pass time.
Bakura was showering when he felt a burning sensation coursing through his body. He got out quickly and ran downstairs with a towel drapped around his waist. He saw the sandy-blond hovering over the Hikari and quickly shoved him against the wall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Mariku smirked and pushed Bakura aside. "I'm just passing away the time," he simply replied.
"Don't' touch my fucking Hikari," he gave warning.
Ryou fled from the hallway and ran to his bedroom where he assumed he was safe. Bakura glared at the other egyptian intensly. Mariku looked over his body. He was only one towel-drop away from being completely bare. He turned his thoughts from Bakura's perfect body. "Answer me this, tomb robber," a thought began. "Why are you so protective of him, when you yourself beat him?" He circled the other with intrigue.
"Because…"
Mariku leaned in towards his ear and whisper,"I will eventually find out…just watch."
Bakura's expression did not change from what it was; cold as steel and fierce. The white haired boy quickly turned and struck the other egyptian. "I want you out of my house." Mariku stood. His cool and calm expression had gone. His once purple eyes were now that of blood red. The walls of the house began to close in on them both. Things fell from their designated places, and the furniture moved from its original position. Bakura was not phazed by any of this. Mariku calmed his rage. The items returned to their original places.
"Was that supposed to scare me?" Bakura inquired in the same arrogant tone. Mariku smirked. He stepped into the living room. Bakura peered into the room. There stood Mariku with the little Hikari in his grip. Bakura's eyes narrowed. Mariku waved politely and disappeared. Bakura ran into the room in an absolute panic. "Bring back my fucking Hikari!" he screamed. Quickly he ran to get dressed and then shot out of his house and towards Mariku's mansion.