Bakura walked into the living room. He changed his clothes and had a towel around his neck. He looked in the mirror. He made a couple of poses in front of the mirror. He liked the way he looked powerful and mad. When his bangs weren't so springy they sagged down his face, giving him an angry look, or at least he thought so. He was also thinking that he always looks powerful, but now he looked more powerful.
He liked it, a lot. But he figured he didn't look too powerful making poses in front of a mirror.
He turned around and smiled sheepishly at everyone. They looked at him as if he was nuts, because it seemed like he was. SO he attempted to explain. "Us white-hairs look good when our hair is wet." Everyone stared at him, either agreeing in their heads about the way he looked, or picturing themselves with wet hair.
Ryo began to say, "Yes, it gives a more powerful-"
"Mad sort of look." Bakuira finished. "Yeah, it's awesome."
"Wow, you're right! You do look powerful and mad, and not half bad either." Marik said, still picturing it.
"Not half bad? I don't look bad at all."
"You know what, I think I would look good with wet hair!" Marik said, while still continueing to imagine stuff.
Yami and Bakura looked at eachother for a while, both of them repeatedly thinking of what Marik just said. Then they looked at Marik, then back at eachother. Just like on Ed, Edd, and Eddy, when the turnip clicked! (turnip means lightbulb) (Lightbulb means idea) (You kno what I mean!)
"Hey, I wanna try!" Y. Marik said, also thinking.
"If you guys are going to wet your hair just to see what you look like, couldn't you just look in the mirrior when you get out the shower?" Ryo asked, probably being one of the few with common sence.
"Who thinks about that when they're in the shower?" Marik asked.
"Um..heh." Bakura replied blushing.
"Well, i know what you're thinking. You can use my bath tub to wet your hair. As long as you don't make a mess. Or if you do, make a big one because he has to cleam it up." Ryo pointed to Bakura.
"Hey, why me?"
"You already made a mess."
"But the pharaoh did it!"
"He told me you did it."
"You believe him over me?"
"Wow, I didn't think of it that way. How could I have trusted the pharaoh over...YOU!" Ryo said sarcastically.
"Oooo, he got you there." Yami said, teasing Bakura.
"Trader!"
"You woul've done the same for me!"
"Come on, I probably look best with hair." Marik said, heading towards the bathroom.
"In your dreams." Y. Marik said, following. Yami and Bakura laughed to themselves.
"Come on, are you going to let them out do us white hairs?" Bakura nudged Ryo.
Ryo sighed. "I suppose not."
"You wouldn't want to miss this anyways." Yami said assuringly.
"What are you planning?" Ryo eyed Yami supsiciously.
"What makes you think we're planning something?"
"I heard you loud and clear, and if the Mariks werem't bickering over action figures, they woul've too."
"Well, just go along with it." Bakura said, also trying to assure him. One would probably guess that Ryo was scared. If it was something that Yami and Bakura were planning, yeah, be afraid! Be very afraid!
When they entered the bathroom, Marik and Y. Marik were arguing over who should go first. A bit of a pointless argument, but it fits perfectly into Yami' and Bakura's plan.Yes, excellent! (immitates Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. Come on! Mr. Burns, the man who hates Homer and has that weird assistant, Mr. Smithers. Can I say more? Oh, he owns the powerplant and tried to hit on Marge, Homer's wife, once, . There! Man, you non-Simpsons educated peoplez. I mean, everyone knows The Simpsons! lol)
Ok, back on track, they walked in and Yami got an idea.
"Hey!" He shouted over the argueing of the Mariks. "Bow down to the almighty pharaoh!" Everyone looked at him strangly. "You heard me!" No one bowed, since the floor was wet. "Fine, just obey me and keep your left foot behind your right." They shrugged and obeyed him, but they were confused. "NO! The left foot goes in front of your right foot! I was testing you! Remeber, it like your presenting your heart to me! I could have you all executed, and for not bowing." Yami crossed his arms. "No one ever shows me respect. How much longer do you think I'll live? Youll regret it when I'm gone." Everyone was scared. Even Bakura who knew it was an act. I mean, they were scared to death. Whic means it was working!
"Ok, ok! We'll obey! Please don't hurt me!" Marik said in tears. Maybe it was working too well.
"Good, so I'll decide who goes first." Yami pretended to think of the order they would go in. But he already knew, he was just making it seem like he was trying to decide."Ok, Ryo, dark Marik, then Marik."
"Why do I go last?" Marik whined.
"Don't you think your pharaoh knows best?" Yami crossed his arms again.
"Yes nevermind." Marik put his hands up his to defend himself.
"Ok then. Ryo, you're first." Ryo followed along and dunk his head in the tub. He felt pretty silly htough. But this whole things was actually a good idea since it was a hot summer day. Ryo made sure to drip a lot of water on the floor.
"Not bad." Marik complimented. "But it also makes you look...less psyso, that's for sure. The tomb robber's hair sticks up more, so you don't look as pysco."
"Thanks, I like to be considered not as psyco." Ryo said sarcastically.
"No problem." Marik said not catching the sarcasm Ryo rolled his eyes.
"Tomb robber, take a picture." Yami said. Ryo was confused. Bakura took out a camera from...somewhere. Where did he get that from? Whatever, nyways, he took the camera and clicked the button, taking a picture of Ryo being totally confused.
"You guys planned this?" Ryo asked still confused.
"You'll see, in the mean time you're crowding the bathroom." Bakura pointed to the door. Ryo just left.
"Next." Yami said to Y. Marik. The dark Marik dunked his head in. He quickly brought it up and made a crazy face, which scared the crud out of anyone who saw it.
"Huh? You don't look any different." Marik said disappointed.
"He's right, your spikes are so stiff. The only difference is that there's water dripping from your hair-" Yami was interupted by Bakura.
"Onto the floor! Here!" He took the picture quickly. "Now get out, I don't want anymore water on the floor." The dark Marik left the room.
"My turn!" Marik stepped up to the bath tub. He went to dunk his head in but Yami pulled him back up.
"Wait, before you do that, there's something I want to see." Yami explained.
"Yeah, you look too good to have wet hair anyways."
"But we definately need to do something with your hair."
"Why? What are you guys up to?" Marik was freaked out. Yami grabbed his arm. Bakura grabbed his other arm. Both of them pulled Marik over to the toilet and sat him down on the lid.
"Hmmmm...are ou thinking what I'm thinking?" Yami sort of stroke his chin to intimidate Marik.
"You know what pharaoh? If I'm thinking what you're thinking, and you're thinking what I'm thinking, then we're definately thinking the same thing.:
Yami and Marik thought about that for a second. Then they looked at eachother, then at Bakura, then back at eachother. Finally, Yami looked at Bakura and said, "What?"
"I just confused myself."
"Ok, anyways...I think Marik needs something different." Yami stroke his chin again. It was working on Marik.
"Why? He's not that special."
"Sure he is, come here tomb robber." Yami pulled Bakura away from Marik to discuss what was going on. Marik heard whispering from the two spirits and knew they were up to no good.
"Ok, anyways, we are going to give you special treatment." Yami said scary like.
"I think I'll pass."
"But we want to give you a new look." Bakura tried to convince Marik.
"But I like my look." Marik tried to explain to Bakura.
"But this is the only thing that I've never had the chance to do before. It's always been my dream to do this for something before I die...again." Yami tried to sound like he meant it.
"You've never done this before though, I'm scared-"
"Don't you think I can do thins? Don't you want me to complete my life?"
"You saved the world several times, even from me!"
"IT'S STILL NOT COMPLETE!" Yami shouted.
"Ok, I'll participate."
"Thank you."
"What do you plan to do?" Marik felt beaten at a game. Of course, the feeling of victory is something Yami's used to.
"First we'll fix your hair." Bakura picked up a hair brush.
"But I like my hair."
"I'm sorry, but dread locks are out."
"They are?"
"Yes."
"But you have them."
"I'm out Now, do you want to be in?"
"Fine, go ahead."
"Good." Yami picked up a hair brush also. They went at Marik's hair for what seemed like hours. It was very difficult to deal with. They wished that this part would be over soon. After about two hours of brushing and Marik screaming 'Ow, ow, OW!" it was. There were no tangles in his hair. It was a strange sight. His hair looked like a girl's hair. It was a silky and as long as Ishizu's but not black. Yami and Bakura were amazed.
"Man, you guys are rough on hair. Are you done?" How does it look? If it looks bad, you're in trouble because I've been working on those since I first grew hair."
"Umm...uhhh...wow, you're hair is...uh...great! It looks awesome, not at all girly!" Bakura lied, still in awe.
"Ok, now for the face." Yami said, making Marik nervous.
"What are you going to do to my face?"
"Just sit tight." Bakura attempted to reasure Marik. Marik was really worried. Next thing he knew, Yami and Marik were putting strange products on his lips, cheeks, eyebrows, eye lids, and just all over his face. He doubted even they knew what they were doing. After a while, they finished, and he heard the haunting words, "All done."
"Now, Marik, we need you to chnage into this before you look at your face." Yami handed Marik some sort of clothing that appeared to have flowers on it. He couldn't see well because of the stuff on his eyes. He just went along with it though.
"Wow, look what we've done." Bakura said, looking upon his creation. Marik looked like a girl inn every way. Exept his upper body was very manly. That is, he is very masculine. You would never notice though until you've tried to make him look like a girl. But the jewelry he was always wears was helping to make him look even more feminine.So that was sort of his fault.
"Take the picture." Yami said to Bakura. Bakura aimed and snapped.
"Ican't see, what did you guys do?" Marik opened his eyes and looked at the mirror. "Holy Ra, I don't have a reflection anymore! Hey, who's the pretty lady?" Yami and Bakura looked at eachother. It didn't take long for the two of them to start laughing histerically. Marik continued to look in the mirror to try to find himself. After a while he gasped and said. "Oh no, I am the pretty lady! Do you guys realize you've made me look like a girl? And the dress isn't helping much."
"Yeah, we know." Yami said, putting a hand on Marik's shoulder.
"So, pharaoh, this is waht it feels like to wear make-up." That really ticked Yami off. And Bakura was laughing so hard, he was crying.
"My gut, it hurts! Make it stop!"
"Uh-huh, Marik, come with us." Yami grabbed Marik by the arm and pulled him out of the bathroom. Bakura followed, still wiping a tear from his eye.
"Where are you taking me?" Marik asked as Yami took him outside, and walked down the street. He pressed the button so the stop lights would turn red for them to cross.
"When the lights turned red and the walk light said 'WALK' Yami said, "Hurry up and cross, you don't want to keep them waiting." He pushed Marik across and Marik walked the rest of the way. When he turned to ask Yami what the heck was going on, there was no pharaoh to be found.
Back with Bakura, who decided to take an ice cream brake instead of follow Yami and Marik, he was still in the house and sat down on the couch with his bowl of ice cream happily, when suddenly Yami came in and quickly locked the door. "Hey pharaoh, where's Marik?"
"Down the street."
"How long do you plan on keeping him out there?"
"Until some guys asks him out."
"How will you know if someone does?" The dark Marik asked, popping out of no where.
"I'm glad you asked."
Next thing he knew, he was on the roof with a pair of binoculars and a walky-talky. "How will I know if someone asks him out?" He asked through the walky-talky.
"We'll just assume it if a guy walks up to him.." YAmi responded through the other end. "Do you see him?"
"Yeah, he's on his way."
"Ok, keep an eye on him."
"What do you think he'll say if someone does ask him out?" Bakura asked Yami.
"One of two things: Yes, or-" Yami switched to a female-contry accent, "Thank ya' kindly, but I'm married." It sounded pretty good, considering it was Yami.
"I hope he says the second thing, since I'm his dark side." Yami and Bakura heard from the other end. They didn't know that he was listening. It turned out that Yami was pressing the button the whole time and he had no idea.
"Hey, pharaoh, he's been approached." He paused for a second. "Wait, it's a girl."
"What?" Yami was confused.
"Wow, that would be strange." Bakura said finishing his ice cream.
"Oh, they're laughing and walking together." They heard from the other end. "Now some guys are walking up to them, and now they left." Thye ladies are still walking together though."
"Well, I guess we can unlock the door now." Ryo unlocked the front door.
"You can come down now." Yami said through the other walky-talky.
"I'm already in the house."
"You are?"
"Yeah, I'm right next to you." Yami turned and saw the dark Marik standing there, with a bowl of ice cream, which scared him half to death. Well, the him already being there, not the ice cream. But he did wonder how he Y. Marik got down from the roof so fast and was already standing nwext to him, with a bowl of ice cream. He wondered, but he was sure he didn't really want to know.
"Good Marik." Yami patted his head.
"Hey, I'm the bad Marik."
"Ok, then, bad Marik." Yami patted his head again.
"Sweetie, I'm home." Marik walked through the door, that lady he was with came in as well. "This is my husband." He walked up to Yami and put his hand on Yami's back. "These are his friends."
"Wow, what a hottie, and his friends are pretty hot too. Mind if I pick one out?" The lady asked the female version of Marik, Marika.
"Go right ahead, they're all single. And I think they will be for quite a while." Marik giggled really girly like.
"How were you able to pick him out of this bunch? They're all fine. I don't think I could decide." The lady crossed her arms wondering.
"Heh." Marik smiled evily. "I got this one for his toosh." Marik pinched Yami's rear and Yami shrieked. Then he glared daggers at Marik. If looks could kill, Yami would be killing more often. And walk away with no evidence that he did it. What would the cops say, 'We think you did it because you were really mad at him right before he died.' Hah, that would be funny, wouldn't it? "Also, I picked him because I love talking to him, his voice is a real turn on." Ryo, Bakura, and the dark Marik were laughing in their heads, and at the same time thinking, 'What's wrong with my toosh?' "Honey, you're not too busy checking her out to give your own wife a welcome home kiss are you?"
"No dear." Yami said, embarassed. Marik smiled evily again to Yami. He put his head on Yami's shoulder. "It's just that we have company."
"Whatever. You're not too good to kiss me in front of your friends. So pucker up." Marik puckered his lips and Yami made no move to return the action. So, Marik pecked him on the cheek.
"Wow, you're right about his voice." The lady sighed. "Well, I must be going. It's been fun."
"Come back any time." Marik said, anxiously waiting to drop the act. "See ya' later." The lady left. The second the door was shut, Ryo, Bakura, and Y. Marik burst out in laughter. Yami shuddered and wiped off his cheek. Marik sighed of relief.
"When she thought I was a lady, I couldn't tell her I wasn't or that would be too weird."
"Sou you brought her here and kissed me. By the way, next time, hands off!" Suddenly they heard scratching at the door. "What was that?"
"Danielle, she always stops by to visit." Ryo opened the door. Sitting there were two little bundles of fur." It looks like Lynne is here as well. She comes by too, but not as often as Danielle. Lynne likes to stay at the game shop with Yugi. Or at least that's what I think since everytime Yugi is here she comes too."
"I can imagine." Yami was very afraid of what chaos the kittens would cause him. Immediately Danielle cuddled Ryo's legs. She was already purring at the sight of him. Lynne waited patiently.
Then the two walked by Marik, starring at him strangly. Quickly Lunne began running towards Yami and Danielle towards Bakura. Lynne stopped right in front of him and jumped onto the back of the couch he was standing next to.Then she leaped onto his shoulders.
00000000000000000 Sorry it stops in the middle of a paragraph, I can't type anymore! Plus I foret what goes there. Sorry! I hope everyone is happy that I've updates three times in one day. I will update the rest of this adventure soon, but the story will still continue. So, till next time! Please review!