Hello peoples in the computer! Sorry it's taken me so long to update this story.. I've been working on some of my other fics. Mainly my "Ryku's". Anyway, here's chap 6. Don't worry, I don't intend on abanding any of my fics. Especially since I get nice reviews for them (thanks!)

Bakura ran for almost three blocks before stopping to catch his breath. He was frightened out of his wits, something that didn't usually happen to him! After all, he was the Great Thief King! Nothing frightened him. Except for recently having made love-- ew, yuck! -- to some girl in the middle of a flower garden that mysteriously appeared then disappeared in the middle of town, and then having been chased by a flower.

"Well," Bakura panted, "I'm glad that's over. Stupid girl! Stupid flowers!" Bakura took another few moments to regain his breath before going on. But something sharp started poking him in the chest. He looked down to see what it was. There in his pocket was the Rose that had been chasing him. In his hurry to get away from the freakish garden and Precious Moment doll, he had forgotten it was there. Only this time the petals were all open and shimmering with crystal pearls. "Stupid thing!" he yelled, as he yanked it out of his pocket.

"I should've been busy tearing your petals out instead of running around like an idiot!" Bakura snapped at it as he tossed it to the ground and prepared to stomp on it. But before he could bring his foot down, it disappeared and reappeared in his shirt pocket were it had just been. "Wh-what?" he gasped, jerking it out again. "How'd you get back in there?" Bakura tossed the Rose to the ground again to stomp it, but the same thing happened again. "Damn it!" Bakura cursed. "Why can't I get rid of you?" Huffing, Bakura walked towards Marik. Maybe he'd have an idea on how to get rid of it.

When Bakura finally found Marik a half hour later, Marik was sitting on a lounge chair in purple and white vertical pinstriped swimming trunks, wearing a pair of sunglasses and sipping a margarita. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "Nummy!" Then he saw Bakura looming over him. "Ah-ha!" Marik exclaimed, obviously startled by Bakura's appearance. "When did you get here?" He asked. "Just now." Replied Bakura. "Listen, Marik. I need your help." "My help?" Marik asked over his shades. "Yes." Said Bakura staring back at him. "I have a problem." Marik looked at Bakura and laughed. "You are a problem!" he laughed. "Ah, hahahahaha!"

Bakura growled deep in his throat and rolled Marik off his lounge chair and onto the floor. "HEYYY! Ouch!" Marik explained as he landed with a hard thud. "That wasn't very nice." "Have you ever known me to be nice?" Bakura asked, glaring at him. "No," replied Marik. "Not really." "Hmph. Get up Marik. I need you." "Aw, you need me? Your bed or mine?" Marik asked him, getting to his feet. "Not like that. At least not right this moment. I've got a problem."

"Well, like I said, 'you are a-" Marik began. "I'm serious Marik!" Bakura yelled at the pale blond haired Egyptian. "There's this flower," he indicated the Rose in his pocket to Marik, "that insists on following me and annoying me." "So?" asked Marik. "It's just a flower." Bakura grrr'ed at him. "Listen, Marik. There was this girl in a flower garden. She had blue eyes and auburn hair and she tricked me into-" Bakura stopped. 'I can't tell Marik a female tricked me into having sex with her!' He suddenly realized. 'He'll ridicule me! One for having been tricked, especially by a female, and secondly for actually going along with it!'

Bakura cleared his throat, then spoke. "-taking a walk in her stupid, stinky, smelly flower garden. Then she sent this Rose after me. It released-" "Oh, it did?" Marik asked, curiously. "What did it, release?" Bakura stuck out his lower lip at Marik and scowled at him. "Not that, Marik, some sort of toxic fume. It made me pass out and when I awoke, this flower was in my pocket. Where it refuses to leave." "Oh, my," gasped Marik. "That could be quite a problem." "Yes, exactly. So, any idea how to get rid of it?" "Hmm," said Marik, tapping his lip with his finger, thinking. "Come with me."

Marik pulled Bakura below deck to his library. "There should be a spell somewhere in this book that can help." Said Marik, pulling a dusty green book off a bookshelf. "Ah! This should work!" exclaimed Marik, sitting the book down on a podium. "Just let me get some ingredients." Marik walked over to the oak finished closet that sat off towards the back of the library in corner. "These things should help." He said, pulling various things out of the closet and dropping them in a black metal cauldron and placing the cauldron in front of Bakura.

"Are you sure this is going to work, Marik?" Bakura asked, picking up an onion and smelling it. "Yep. Now then, to fill the cauldron with water." Marik used his Rod to put all the ingredients on a nearby library table and fill the cauldron with water. "Now to measure out the ingredients… Hmm, hmmm, hmm.." he hummed, walking around behind the podium so that he could read the book. "O.k., this is what we need…" and Marik began reading. As he did so, Bakura measured out the ingredients to a "T". After all, he wanted the spell to work.

"Eye of newt…
Wing of bat…
One golden flute…
A whisker a cat…
Three leg of flees…
A spiders brain…
Part of a pine tree…
And a cup of rain…"

Marik read aloud from the book. Soon, all the ingredients had been adding to the pot of boiling green and gray liquid. 'Well,' Bakura thought, gazing into it. 'at least it isn't red… at least it doesn't need human sacrifices…' Bakura waited for Marik to finish chanting the rest of the spell…

"Oh, great power from beyond,
Cure Bakura of this flower.
Help him rid of this bond,
Give him the power!"

Marik finished chanting, but nothing happened. The ingredients just bobbed up and down in the cauldron of green gray boiling liguid. "You did something wrong Marik!" Bakura growled at him. "It didn't work!" Marik shrugged. "Maybe you have to wait a few minutes." He told Bakura. "Uhg! Fine then." Grumbled Bakura. So the two waited, but still, nothing happened. "Well, Marik?" Bakura asked impatiently. "Nothing is happening." "B-b-but…" Marik stuttered, shaking his head. "I don't understand. I recieted the spell perfectly. I don't know why it didn't work."

"Well, I do!" shouted Bakura, whacking Marik on the head. "You goofed! You didn't have a clue as to what you were doing! Maybe I should've asked Ishizu. I'm sure she would've had a spell that could've help me." "Well fine!" Marik shouted at him. "Be that way, you ungrateful little twit! See if I try to help you again." Bakura just sneered and started walking away. "I still don't know what happened.." Marik said to himself, looking into the cauldron of simmering liquid and scratching his chin.

Then he heard a scream. It came from Bakura. "What? What is it?" Marik asked, rushing over to him. "Where did you get that?" he demanded Marik, pointing to something beaige colored sitting on a nearby shelf. "What?" Marik asked, more so to himself than to Bakura. "How did you get here?" Marik walked over to the shelf and carefully picked up the baige colored porciline figurine with auburn colored hair and blue sparkly eyes. "You're supposed to be on the mantle in the living room. Stupid Rare Hunters," Marik muttered, "they must've been playing with you."

Marik took the doll back out to the living room and repositioned it back on the mantle, with Bakura in tow. "There, that's better." Said Marik, dusting it off. "Now this time, stay put." Marik turned around and was nose to nose with Bakura. "You must not have heard me the first time, Marik, so I'll ask you again," said Bakura with an edge of darkness in his voice, "where did you get that doll?" Although Bakura suspected that he already knew the answer to his question. "Oh, yes." Said Marik, shoving Bakura backwards.

"That reminds me, how dare you!" He yelled at the thief king, slugging him in the left shoulder. "Ouch!" Bakura cried. "That hurt! Whatchya do that for?" "Because you tried to drown a poor Precious Moments figurine, that's why, you cruel beast!" and Marik slugged him again. "Knock it of Marik!" Bakura snapped at him, rubbing his shoulder. "Before I pound you." "Ha!" Marik yelled, getting into fighting position. "Your threats don't scare me! Go ahead, just try it!" "I'm warning you Marik!" Bakura growled. "Back off." "Why should I?" hissed Marik. "You started it."

Bakura gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at Marik. "No, you started it by slugging me, but I'll gladly finish it." "Just leave!" Marik yelled. "What's the matter Marik?" Bakura smirked. "Are you afraid of getting your ass kicked?" "No." replied Marik, taking a step back. "I think you are." Said Bakura, stepping closer to him. "No I'm not." Said Marik, taking another step away back. "Yes you are," said Bakura, taking another step closer to Marik. "In fact, you're acting just like Ryou. Tough, until you realize that you no longer have the upper hand. Now tell me Marik, why did you fish that horrid thing out of the water?"

"Ahhh!" screamed Marik. He had stepped so far backwards, that he fell over the armrest of a chair and was now lying on the floor on his stomach. "Well, Marik," said Bakura staring down at him angrily, "are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to beat it out of you? Well?" Marik looked up at Bakura. He sure did look menacing. "Okay, okay.. I'll tell you." Said Marik getting up. "I wanted to know what you were tossing into the water. So I had the nets brought out to drag the lake. After about five minutes, one of my Rare Hunters found the bag you had tossed in and gave it to me. When I opened it, there was a Precious Moments figuring in it."

"I know what was in it Marik. I'm the one that put the doll in it, remember? But why did you decide to keep it?" Bakura asked. "Because," said Marik, looking Bakura in the eye. "Because why?" Bakura demanded. "Don't you know that Precious Moments figures are evil?" Marik gasped. "They are not!" he retorted. "They're cute and precious! Besides, I like Precious Moments figurines. No! I LOVE PRECIOUS MOMENTS FIGURINES! That's why!" Bakura jumped back away from Marik. "WHAT?" he yelled. "I LOVE PRECIOUS MOMENTS FIGURINES!" Marik repeated.

"You can't!" Bakura yelled at him. "Why can't I?" asked Marik angrily. "Because it was that doll," said Bakura, pointing at the Precious Moments figurine that was sitting on the mantle, "that tricked me into having sex with it and made this stupid Rose chase after me and knock me out!" Marik looked at Bakura in shock. "You had sex with a Precious Moments figurine?" Marik asked in horror. "No! Yes! It came to life and tricked me! I didn't want to, it tricked me! And it said it's name was Courtney!" said Bakura all flustered.

"Why you sick pervert!" Marik yelled at him, once he got over being shocked. "Wha-" said Bakura backing away. "You sick pervert!" Marik said again. "Doing it with thirteen year old boys and up is one thing, but using a Precious Moments figurine? That's a whole other story! How could you! You sicko!" "B-but Marik, it's true! That figurine on the mantle came to life and-" "I don't want to hear it, tomb robber!" Marik yelled at him, pushing him towards the door. "Get off of my boat! And don't come back until you learn that Precious Moments figurines are not sex toys! Now go! Shoo!"

"But Marik, it tricked me! Honest! Why don't you believe me?" Bakura asked. His feelings were almost hurt. "Believe you?" Marik snorted, pushing Bakura out the door and over towards the plank. "Gee, let me think. Maybe it's because you're a tomb robber and have probably never told the truth in your life! Maybe that's why! Now get off… my… boat! And don't you ever, ever, let me find out… that you are using Precious Moments figurines in your sex games!" "But Marik-" "OUT!" Marik yelled and gave Bakura a shove.

However, Bakura didn't end up walking down off the plank to land. Instead, Marik had shoved him off into the crystal blue water below. "AAHHHH!" the white haired thief king yelled as he splashed into the water. "Oopsy." Grinned Marik leaning over the railing. "DAMN YOU MARIK!" Bakura screamed. "I'll get even with you! Bastard!" "Whatever!" Marik exclaimed, and he went back to the living room to watch tv and dust off his other figurines.

Meanwhile…

Bakura crawled up onto the shore and lay on his back catching his breath. "Damn girl! This is all her fault." He cursed, coughing up some water. "Maybe I should find her and pound her. Not that I make it a habit to harass females, but perhaps it's time I start."

Bakura lay there for about another 15-20 minutes wondering what his next move should be before using the Ring to dry him-self off. The Rose was still in his pocket. "Damn it!" he scowled. "It looks like I'm going to need real help to deal with this… problem." He said, looking down at the Rose. Swallowing every ounce of pride he had, Bakura picked himself up off the ground, and headed towards the living quarters of the only one who could probably help him now. "I knew I should've stayed in the Millennium Ring." He grumbled. Cursing in Egyptian, he headed into Domino, his soft silvery hair blowing in the wind.

Hooray! This crazy computer finally let me do something tonight! Yay! Anyway, chap 7 is currently in progress. I just started it a little while ago. As soon as it's finished, it'll be posted. But in the meantime, hope ya loved this chappie. I had a lot of fun writing it. So please leave a review! Thanks!