Ahhh, I'm back. I've been really busy with school but thanks to the people who reviewed and an extra special thanks to Wordsworth13, for giving me an idea to use! Please sit back, read and hopefully review. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own yu-gi-oh, but I wouldn't mind owning it!
"Hey Marik, you still in there?" Asked Bakura who was starting to get just a tad annoyed with the situation Marik had gotten himself into this time!
"Uhh, Yeah I am Kura, but I'm kinda bored," Marik replied.
"MARIK! Don't call me Kura! Look I couldn't give a crap if you're bored we just need to find a way to get you out of that Ra forsaken hell-hole," growled Bakura angrily.
"Alright," Marik replied, but then added quietly under his breath, "and everyone says I need anger management, pfft,"
Marik had taken to pacing around the room due to the fact that Bakura was having one of his Bakura's bad mood days. This pacing wasn't doing much for Marik until he wasn't looking where he was going and crashed right into a door! He thought it was the one leading into the corridor but that door was brown, this one was black. So Marik as quietly as he could turned the knob on the door and opened the door to reveal……………………….
THE CORRIDOR?
"What in Ra's name is this? I thought only one door led out here. Oh well at least I'm out of that room! Hmmm, I should probably tell Bakura that I'm free but…. He was mean to me so, no!" Marik exclaimed to himself as he quietly tiptoed past Bakura who was almost to the point of ripping his hair out – literally! Marik then dashed down the stairs and began to make the most of the pharaoh's crap birthday party!
Back upstairs Bakura was still trying to figure out a way to break Marik out of the pharaoh's room. Unfortunately for Bakura it was probably going to take a miracle to get the door open.
A few minutes passed without any luck for Bakura until he remembered that he did have a miracle, and it was right in his pocket! So Bakura quickly reached into his pocket and managed to heave out….. A crowbar!
"Wow. Who knew a crowbar could fit in my pocket! Oh, well at least now I can get Marik out of that blasted room."
Bakura then tried to use the crowbar to break the door open but again lady luck didn't seem to content to be on Bakura's side today so the door wasn't exactly bursting open!
"Come on you stupid crowbar, work for Ra's sake! Jeez. I swear, I'm gonna kill Marik when I find him," Bakura muttered darkly to himself, not noticing a figure striding up the old stairs…
"Bakura? What do you think you're doing?" Demanded a harsh voice.
"Oh shit," whispered to himself, turning around to come face to face with none other than the pharaoh himself.
"Well? I'm waiting for an answer Bakura," pressed Yami, clearly in a displeased mood.
"Um. Right, ok. I am trying to break into break into your room because, because. Oh screw it! If you want answers go I suggest you go and talk to Marik," Bakura replied, giving up on trying to think a lie up. Good lies needed time.
"Hmm, I think you and Marik had better leave," Yami stated gesturing a hand towards the staircase.
"Humph. Fine then," replied Bakura gruffly, storming down the stairs and walking out the door but not before he had dragged Marik out by his spiky hair.
"Arghh! What are you doing Bakura?" Marik asked as he struggled against Bakura's tight grip on his precious hair!
"What I'm doing is saving us from humiliation,"
"What the…" Began Marik but not before Bakura intervened.
"Yami caught me trying to break into his room and I couldn't think of a lie so he said we should both leave. So for once we're gonna take his advice,"
"Eh?" Was Marik's reply as he walked after Bakura.
Marik and Bakura walked for a little while until they reached Ryou's house where Marik plonked himself down on the couch and Bakura began pacing around the room.
"Look, Marik, we need to think of a plan," Bakura said, eyes focused on the plush cream-coloured carpet.
"Hmmm, well considering Yami doesn't want us in his house, can't we just give up?" Moaned Marik, uninterested with screwing up Yami's birthday anymore.
"NO! I will not let that bloody stupid pharaoh win-again," Bakura shouted as he stopped pacing.
"Ok then, jeez," muttered Marik.
!A few hours later!
"FOR RA'S SAKE! Who knew trying to ruin someone's birthday could be this difficult!" Screamed a sleep-deprived Bakura.
"Uh, Bakura maybe you should take my advice and – give up already," Marik groaned from his spot on the couch where he was happily sleeping until Bakura had rudely decided to go on another one of his 'rants'.
"Humph! Maybe you're actually right for once, tomb keeper," replied Bakura.
"Finally," muttered Marik under his breath.
"Well, what do you say we go get some much, hard earned ice-cream?" Bakura offered.
That's gonna be it for this chappie, but please if anyone, anyone has any ideas for this story let me know! I have writer's block and I can't think of good ideas! Thanks for reading and leave a review if you like:P