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Chapter 2: Learning the Rules
Turns out Marik had seen it. He was just too depressed to make a big deal of it. And when Marik is that depressed about something, something was wrong. Big time. Either that or it was his turn to clean up after the camels… But since there weren't any camels in sight, there had to be something wrong.
Marik's mane of blonde spiky hair seemed… odd. As in slightly singed. Bakura reached for Marik's aura, and reeled. The aura was even blacker than usual, and laced with fiery red, a sure sign of repressed anger. Marik was like a coke bottle waiting to explode. Kura sighed. Now that he was all high and mighty, he supposed he should do something nice for a friend.
"Why hello, my dear sweet Marik! Fancy seeing you here!" Kura exclaimed with false excitement. If there was one thing that was guaranteed to make Marik go POP it was calling him 'dear' or 'sweet'. Bakura had just used both. Sure enough, Marik's eyes began to acquire a slightly popping effect, as he opened his mouth and made a grab for Bakura.
Kura stepped aside, and took hold of Marik's collar.
"You saw my stuff-up," he whispered into Marik's ear. "Fair trade. Tell me what happened."
"Who said anything happened?" Marik asked warily, snapping out of blind rage, and settling for simmering rage.
Kura rolled his eyes. He wasn't even going to try answering that. Even Marik must know that he was giving off anger vibes like a radiator. He beckoned Marik towards his new house.
"C'mon, dearie!" he called as Marik didn't move. That got him moving. Marik charged like a bull, straight at Kura. Bakura laughed. It was really just like old times, before they'd come here. Like before….
His thoughts went elsewhere, slowly slipping away from the topic. Kura didn't notice (he was busy trying not to get head butted by Marik) but a haze, a layer of dust, covered a box on his soulroom shelf. The one labelled "Past".
Inside Kura's new garden, Marik found a comfortable hammock that was dangling from a palm. Bakura lay down nearby in the grass. The cool shade of the garden cooled Marik's temper, and the red in his aura dimmed.
"So," Kura began, "gonna tell me what happened?"
Marik blushed. Weird… thought Kura, Marik doesn't blush easy… must be really embarrassing! Wait till I tell… At that point Kura sat up, racking his brain. Who could he tell? It seemed that he didn't know anyone except for Marik and that goddess…