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Chapter 3: Camera

Marik awoke the next day in a state of confusion. He had no idea where the heck he was or why it was so dark. He looked around and almost groaned when he heard a mocking voice say: "Good morning sleeping Beauty."

He stretched and sat up. He fumbled around for a light and ended up tripping over something. He saw a light turn on and Marik sat up, saying, "I don't remember it being so dark last night."

"That's because I blinded you in your sleep."

"What?" Marik felt his eyes, an then he knew what the problem was.

He hadn't opened his eyes yet. He opened them to see Bakura grinning while typing on his computer. Marik rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen cause he was hungry. He was pretty surprised to see that Bakura had a fully stocked kitchen, but he didn't say anything.

Marik was bad at cooking, so he just poured some milk and cereal. His sister, Ishizu, had never let him cook, and she would never say why either! He had always meant to ask, but he never really cared much before.

"Hey Bakura!"

"Hmn?" Bakura responded.

"Why do you have a fully stocked kitchen?"

"I cook from time to time. My host, Ryou, likes to cook, and I learned a few things from him," Bakura said as he tried to think of what should happen next in the story he was writing.

Marik was confused. "Host?"

"A-huh."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that this is someone else's body that I took over."

Marik thought that Bakura was messing with him again, so he laughed and said, "Good one Bakura."

"What are you talking about?" Bakura turned around and looked at Marik questioningly.

"Come on, stop messing with me."

"I'm not," Bakura took out his Millennium Ring, "5,000 years ago, with the aid of the Millennium Ring, I put my soul in it. I was trapped in here until Ryou put it on, and then I took over."

"Why'd you take over? What happened to Ryou?"

Bakura rubbed his temples, half his mind was still on his story, "I took over because Ryou got bitten by a vampire and Ryou is probably still sleeping in the Millennium Ring. I've never heard him say anything yet, of course maybe he doesn't know how…" Bakura turned back to his story and stared at the screen as if it would tell him what to write next. Marik didn't really think about the host thing that much, for some reason it seemed pretty normal to him, maybe he was still tired. He walked over to read what Bakura had written.

Unfortunately, Bakura was in a bad mood because of his writer's block, so he turned on him and said sharply, "Go do something else!" Marik backed off and went to explore his new surroundings. He searched through a couple drawers and found something interesting.

"Hey Bakura!" Marik called. No answer. "Bakura!"

"Hmn."

"Bakura! Turn around!"

"What?" He turned around angrily and was greeted with a blinding flash. He blinked a few times before he saw Marik holding a digital camera and looking at the picture he just took. He smiled mischievously, "That's a keeper!" He announced.

Bakura scowled. "Delete it," he said.

"You haven't even seen it yet."

"I don't care, delete it." Bakura turned back to his computer.

Marik didn't delete the picture, instead he put the camera in his pocket. Then he downed the rest of his cereal and went outside.

Marik came back a little while later holding a duffel bag and an armful of books.

"What's in the bag?" Bakura asked, his curiosity intrigued. Marik set the books down on the kitchen table.

"Just some stuff from my house," Marik responded.

Bakura picked up the key word and kneeled on the couch to look at Marik. "House? Why don't you stay there then?"

Marik looked at him, and thought that he looked extremely feline at that moment. He shook this thought from his head and said, "Because that's the first place they'd look for me, so I just took some off my stuff."

Bakura sighed, "What about the books?"

"These are ancient books about Egypt that I found."

"Egypt?"

"Yes, the Millennium Items are ancient Egyptian artifacts so I figured we should read up on Egyptian history," he placed his hands on the books, "Should we get started?"

"We?"

"Yes, you are my partner right?"

Bakura smirked and was about to say something when Marik interrupted: "I meant my business partner!" Bakura was still smirking and Marik got angry. "Just get over here and help me research!" he said, color coming to his already tanned cheeks.

Bakura chuckled-it was funny to watch Marik get angry-and hopped over the couch. This shocked Marik but he recovered before Bakura could see. Bakura sat down at the table and picked up a book. He fingered through it and flipped a few pages.

He had never read a book before. He had written books and had listened to them when his host read the books out loud, but he had never read one. In fact, the only reason he knew Japanese was because of Ryou. He looked at the cover for a few moments, before Marik said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," the lie came easily to Bakura, he glanced at Marik and noticed that he was reading some kind of ancient scroll in Egyptian. "What are you reading?" our curious, fluffy kitten asked.

"This was written in Egypt a long time ago, I'm hoping it's a document of the Millennium items."

"You read Egyptian?"

"Yes, actually, I'm fluent in almost every language." Bakura looked at him like he was insane. He had said that so casually, as if a normal person knows every single language in the world. Bakura didn't even know how many languages there were. Marik noticed that Bakura was staring at him and looked up. He was going to explain, but instead he grinned and said, "Can't keep your eyes off me can you?" Bakura didn't react much (mostly because he knew it would annoy Marik) and all he said was, "Just curious."

Marik got serious and said, "My dad made sure our whole family knew most languages. We traveled a lot because dad is very serious about killing all vampires and he said that if we knew the languages it would be easier to blend in and befriend vampires so we could kill them later."

"Prove it." Marik spoke in Egyptian, "I don't have to prove anything to an idiot like you." Bakura spoke back to him in Egyptian, "Say's the biggest idiot in the room?" Marik was surprised, "You speak Egyptian?"

"Yes, I was born in Egypt 5,000 years ago, I haven't forgotten my routes." Marik smiled and said in French, "You're still an idiot." Bakura didn't know French so he asked, "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing that concerns you," Marik's voice said, but his eyes and smile said otherwise.

Bakura looked at him with uncaring eyes while on the inside he was actually impressed. He thought that this guy was an idiot, but anyone who knew that many languages must not be entirely brain dead.

Bakura looked at the cover of his book one more time and cracked it open. He started to read and so did Marik.

A few hours later Bakura was completely immersed in the book he was reading. He was so hypnotized that he didn't hear Marik call his name repeatedly. In fact, he probably wouldn't even have noticed if a truck crashed through his kitchen wall let alone an annoyed Marik.

Marik had stopped reading a while ago. He never really like to read anything for very long. It gave him headaches and sometimes he couldn't remember what certain words meant. He tried again to get Bakura's attention but it was hopeless, he was mesmerized.

Marik sighed and went to get something from his duffel bag. He pulled out a little black journal and flipped through it. It was full of drawings and his thoughts about random things. But most of it was just little cartoons.

He flipped to a page that was puppy-ear marked. He smiled sadly. It was a black-and-white picture he had drawn of his mother, sister and brother.

They were all huddled together and were smiling. They all had dark hair and were pretty tall. Marik was actually a talented artist, he preferred drawing over reading. He got lost while he was drawing, making sure that every little detail was perfect. Suddenly a teardrop fell on the page. Marik quickly wiped it away-he didn't want anything to ruin the picture-and wiped his eyes. These were the only people he missed from his home. He absolutely hated his dad. He scowled as he remembered his horrid father.

He flipped the page and turned in on the side. It was a full body picture of his mother. He smiled, he loved his mother. She was so beautiful. He remembered the day he asked his mom to model for him, she had happily agreed to it. She had wanted dad to be in the picture too but he didn't want to stand still for so long and he didn't really approve of his son's hobby. He didn't see how it had any importance. Marik was actually pleased his dad wasn't in the picture, he didn't want his dad's depressing frown to ruin his mom's happy smile. His father never smiled, ever, and he couldn't even imagine him smile.

He sighed, not wanting to depress himself further with thoughts of his home, and flipped to a new page. He sat down at the kitchen table and started drawing.

Marik hadn't even realized he was drawing Bakura reading until he was halfway through. He was going to tear it out, but then realized this could be good practice. If he could draw Bakura's hair accurately, everything else would seem easy. He continued to draw, and when he was done he was proud of his work. He had gotten every detail, from Bakura's glassy eyes and slightly open mouth to his crazy hairdo. In fact it looked like a picture taken from a camera.

Suddenly Marik had an idea. He put his journal back into his duffel bag and took out the camera from his pocket.

He smiled, he had always wanted a camera, but his dad said he didn't need one. He wanted a camera so that he could frame all the happy moments in his life so that he wouldn't ever forget them, because honestly, he couldn't remember many happy things. In fact, when he found out that he couldn't have a camera he took up drawing. It was just as good, and this way he could make up his own happy moments as well.

He held up the camera and aimed it at Bakura. He made sure everything was just right…and took the picture. Snap!

Bakura's head shot up. He growled and slapped his book on the table. He glared at Marik's smiling face and said threateningly, "Marik, delete that picture, now!"

"Come on! Don't you even want to see it?"

"My picture won't show up on the film, I'm a vampire remember?"

They stared at each other before Marik burst out laughing and Bakura resisted the urge to do just the same. Between laughter, Marik said, "You and I both know that that's a load of crap!"

Bakura shrugged and snatched the camera from Marik's grasp.

"Hey!" Marik cried out and tried to take the camera back. Bakura put his hand on Marik's forehead to keep him away and held the camera up in the air. He was about to delete the pictures when Marik caught him by surprise and kicked him in the leg. Bakura dropped the camera and Marik dived for it. Bakura didn't want to lose this fight so he started wrestling Marik for the camera. Eventually Bakura sat on him and Marik was pulling Bakura's hair to keep him away from the camera.

"Give me the blasted camera already!" Bakura screamed.

"Give up already!"

Neither were prepared to give up so this went on until Bakura decided that enough was enough. He bent down to make it look like he was going to kiss Marik and said, "Give me the camera or else."

Marik's face turned red and he said, "Or else what?"

Bakura leaned forward, enjoying Marik's red face, and when their lips were about 1 centimeter apart and he felt the tugging from his hair gone completely he snatched the camera away from Marik's grasp. He stood up and deleted the picture, but before he could, he noticed that there was more than one picture on the memory.

Apparently, while they had been wrestling they had pressed the picture button. There was about 10 pictures of their little fight and Bakura smirked at a couple. There were some pretty funny shots. Then he came to one and he chuckled.

He showed the picture to Marik who was still on the ground and said, "Look at how red your face is Marik!" It was a picture of when their lips were almost touching. Marik stood up, his cheeks red with anger (or so he told himself) and he said angrily. "Delete that picture."

Bakura smirked. "Nah, don't feel like it."

Marik reached for the camera again and Bakura held him away. Bakura sighed and said, "Okay, look, how about we just leave all the pictures on the camera? It's not like anyone else is going to see them anyway."

Marik stopped grabbing for the camera, raised his eyebrow and said, "When I wake up the camera won't mysteriously be destroyed?"

Bakura laughed, "No, the camera won't be smashed into a million tiny pieces by my fist."

"And the pictures of you won't be deleted?"

"Nope."

Marik looked at Bakura for a minute while his face went back to it's original color and said, "Fine, but I get to hold onto the camera."

"Fine." Bakura threw Marik the camera.

…Okay, so I had gotten major writer's block with this chapter, that's why it sucks… Hope you enjoyed it anyway! Really, all this chapter was supposed to show was that Marik liked drawing and I wanted to introduce the Camera of Doom as I'm going to refer to it as of now because I have big plans for that camera. Big BIG plans. Mainly these plans are that it will appear at random moments…but it's still a plan right?

Also, in this story, Marik's mother is not dead. Just thought I'd clear that up…

Please make me happy and review!