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Chapter 2: A New Hobby

Bakura ran into his house, quickly locking the door behind him. He ran up into his bathroom and glared at himself in the mirror. He lifted up his right shirt sleeve to look at a mark on his shoulder.

The mark was interesting, it was shaped like a teardrop and was as pale as his skin.

Bakura sighed. You see, this mark was more than just a pointless tattoo, this mark represented how thirsty a vampire is. The redder it was, the more blood you needed to drink, and Bakura couldn't even remember the last time it had been as pale as his skin, and his skin was pretty pale.

It's not like he could go outside and get a tan.

He cursed under his breath and sat down to lean against the bathroom wall. Then he started thinking:

Two of his favorite hobbies-killing and blood drinking-had become boring since he became a vampire. He remembered the good old days, 5,000 years ago, before he was trapped in that stupid ring. He was a thief, not just a thief in fact, but the thief king and he never hesitated to kill if he had to. In fact, sometimes he killed just because he was bored. He liked the feeling of it, his heart pumping, adrenaline rushing, the satisfaction he got when he realized that he was stronger and smarter than his opponent when they laid at his feet, blood slowly leaking from them.

He smiled, and then he would drink the blood of his opponent, just to show that he was the one who won. He scowled as he remembered the first time he killed as a vampire. He had been bored so he went out one night to kill someone he deemed unimportant. He quickly found some bum on the street, and he procured a knife and said, "We fight to the death." The bum had actually put up a good fight, but Bakura was a vampire, he was stronger, smarter, faster, it wasn't really a contest.

Once he had killed the man he immediately drained him of all his blood, and it was so delicious, he remembered with a grin. But then he thought about what had just happened. Really what he had liked most about killing people was the danger, the fact that he could just as easily die as the person he killed.

When he became a vampire that changed.

It was no longer dangerous, it was obvious that he would win every time (unless humans figured out how to bottle up sunlight) and his bloodlust made the blood drinking less fun for him too. Before, he drank blood to prove that he was the victor, now he had to drink blood to live, and he found that quite annoying, which is why he decided to only do it once a month. Thought lately it seems that his mark has become more red than the past month.

The point is that he no longer liked killing because it was so easy.

In fact he actually tried to refrain from killing his victims, after all, there would be less problems afterwards, it wasn't like before, where no one really cared if a guy died, now there was the news.

Bakura scowled. You'd think that for someone who likes killing and blood drinking that becoming a vampire would be the only solution, he thought, but now my two favorite things to do are boring! his scowl deepened. I need a new hobby… was the last thought he had before he heard his doorbell ring.

"Marik," he mumbled with displeasure. The last thing he wanted to do was talk and listen to someone, but remembering that this guy could mind control people he got up grudgingly and went to answer his door.

He opened his white door and glared at an out-of-breath Marik. He had run the whole way there because the rod didn't let him know if the person stopped, it just lead you to their direction.

Bakura stepped aside to let Marik in. After he came in, Bakura closed the door and locked it. Marik noticed this.

"Paranoid much?"

Bakura scowled, "I just don't want some random stranger inside my house, although I guess it doesn't matter now that there is a random stranger in my house, what the heck do you want with me anyway?"

Marik sat at the kitchen table and Bakura sat facing him. Marik sighed, "I don't really know where to begin…" Marik glanced at Bakura who looked like he was going to rip his legs off and said quickly, "Like I said, I do have a proposition to make! It's just that…" He held up his rod, "You see this?"

Bakura nodded, "It looks a lot like this," he took out the Millennium Ring that was on his neck under his shirt, where he always kept it. Marik was shocked.

"You have a the Millennium Ring?"

"Yeah, why? What about it?"

Marik smiled, "So that's why I couldn't control your mind…"

"What?" Bakura said as he stood up. "You tried to take control of my mind?"

"Yes, I wanted you to stop running, please sit down." Bakura sat down.

Marik sighed, "I'll explain the importance of the Millennium items later," he took a big breath and exhaled slowly, and then said, "I come from a family of vampire slayers."

Bakura stood up getting ready to fight, "Oh! So you just wanted to kill me in my own house then did you? How considerate of you!" he spat the last words.

Marik stood up as well, "No! I don't want to kill you! Just because I come from a family of vampire slayers doesn't mean that I'm one!"

Bakura raised his eyebrows, "That doesn't make any sense," he said, "If you come from a vampire slaying family, then you should be a vampire slayer as well."

Marik inhaled slowly and then said calmly, "Yes, well, my family thinks vampire's are evil, I don't think that way." Bakura still looked at him cautiously, Marik could sense this so he took out his Millennium Rod, unsheathed it and laid it on the table. Bakura looked at it, and heard Marik say, "I trust that you won't kill me because I haven't answered all your questions yet. Anyway, yes, my parents are vampire slayers because they think vampires are evil, but I don't think that. The way I see it, Vampires have to drink blood to survive, and that's not any different than humans eating an animal to survive. And vampires don't have to actually kill to get the blood, though sometimes it just happens… anyway, I didn't agree with my parents viewpoints so I ran away from home." Bakura sat down, he couldn't detect a lie in anything he said, but he could tell he was holding back something.

"What about these 'Millennium Items' you speak of?" Bakura asked.

Marik looked Bakura straight in the eyes. "There is a legend in Egypt-where I am from-that if you can gather all seven of the Millennium Items, then one rule-free wish can be granted."

Bakura raised one of his eyebrows, "You want to make a wish?"

Marik nodded, "I want to use the wish to allow vampires to become an accepted part of society, not hunted and killed like some wild animal."

Bakura thought, "So you want my Millennium Item?"

Marik hesitated, "I wanted to find a vampire to help me in my quest, two heads are better than one they say, and who else would believe in vampires except a vampire?"

"So, you want me to help you, and you also want my Millennium Item?" Marik nodded. "Tell me more about these items."

"Well, each one gives you a certain power, like I told you, the Millennium Rod allows you to control minds-"

"Does the "Ring" give you the power to transfer souls?"

Marik seemed surprised, "From what I've learned, yes, how'd you know about that?"

"Oh, just a lucky guess…" Bakura thought about this.

"So, you want me to help you in your quest, what if I refuse?"

"Then I will find another vampire."

"What about my Ring?"

"Well, if you decline my offer, I'll have to fight you for it. If you agree to help me, then you can keep it until we gather them all."

Bakura thought hard, but then Marik interrupted him.

"Um…one more thing…" Marik began, "I don't really have a place to stay, so if you agree I would have to live here too…"

Bakura raised his eyebrow, "You'd be okay sleeping under the same roof as a vampire? I could kill you in your sleep."

"I could kill you in your sleep too."

"Vampire's don't sleep."

"But you do anyway because you get bored right?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes and began thinking about Marik's offer again.

"What's in it for me?"

Marik looked confused, "Huh?"

"If I agree to help you in your little 'quest,' what's in it for me?"

Marik blinked a few times, "Um…you get to live as an accepted part of your community and don't have to hide anymore?" Marik offered.

"Well yes, but you said if I accept then you have to live here, so I want something more, so I repeat, what's in it for me?" Bakura could tell that his question baffled the Egyptian man, and he had to bite back the urge to laugh uncontrollably. It was so fun messing with this guy! He hadn't really expected anything more, he just wanted to see what he could come up with.

"Um…" Marik said, trying to think, "I'll owe you…?"

Bakura grinned, "Okay."

Marik blinked, "Okay what?"

"Okay, I accept your offer," Bakura said like he was talking to an idiot.

Marik seemed surprised but then smiled, "Great!" then he yawned, "We'll talk more in the morning, I'll sleep on the couch okay?"

"No," Bakura snarled, "You'll sleep on the floor."

Marik swiveled (1) around, "Are you serious?" He looked at Bakura's serious face and sweat dropped, but then he saw Bakura's mischievous grin and rolled his eyes, "Ha ha, very funny Bakura."

Bakura grinned and said, "There are a few rules though. Rule number one: Don't touch the blinds or I will rip your heart out and feed it to you. They are expensive blinds from Alaska that are guaranteed to block out all of the sun's rays and I don't want you messing with them. Rule number two: Don't touch my laptop or I will bread your arms. I make my money by writing and I don't want my computer messed with or the keys to get jammed or sticky. I'll think of more rules as time goes on."

Marik shuddered slightly (2) and Bakura grinned, "Kay, I'm going to sleep now, night," Marik said as he plopped down on the couch.

Bakura was about to say something, he still had a lot of questions, like, "If your from Egypt then how do you speak Japanese so fluently?" and "If you ran away from Egypt, why'd you choose Japan to run away to?" But he decided to ask in the morning. He looked exhausted. Bakura went into his room and decided to sleep tonight. He thought of what he had just agreed to, sure that he would regret it in the morning.

The only reason he had agreed to Marik's stupid offer was because he was dead bored. He didn't have any hobbies, and, sure, he'll admit it, writing was fun, but it was all he did because he didn't have to sleep (every writers dream…).

Bakura shifted in his 'sleep' deep in thought, and then smiled evilly. He had just decided what his new hobby would be.

My new hobby will be making Marik's life a living hell.

(1): That's a fun word, swiveled…

(2): I know normally Marik wouldn't shudder, but Bakura just sounded and looked so serious. And he only shuddered lightly…

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