Hey I'm back! Sorry this took so long, I blame it on my Advanced History class and Play practice. It's funny though, I hate my history class, but love my play practice!
Chapter 4: Splattered Boredom
A couple days passed and every day, Marik went out to do who-knows what for a few hours and he always came back with something. Whether it be books or some more stuff from his house he always found more stuff to bring. Bakura had asked him to pick up some vampire books and when Marik had asked why, Bakura said he wanted to see if every vampire had to deal with nosy, annoying people. Marik just rolled his eyes, realizing that the older boy liked to torment him on a daily basis. Which is why he never told Bakura anything of his horrible past, to much blackmail.
Bakura really just wanted to see if his getting thirstier more than usual was normal and he didn't feel like asking Marik, mostly because Marik already noticed his mark and convinced him to hunt at least twice a month. Bakura grudgingly agreed, he really didn't like to listen to people but he figured he needed the extra blood.
Bakura figured out that he gets lost in a story. Whenever he reads he forgets everything else and it's like he's transported there. He thinks that this is kind of bad because Marik can do whatever he want while he's reading then, and he didn't particularly like that idea… but whenever he reads he can't hear Marik or anything else at all and he only snaps out when he's reading the occasional boring part and something grabs his attention, or when he sees the camera flash.
Marik actually did realize Bakura's book problem, and he also realized that this is the only time he shows other emotions besides anger and annoyance and witty. Whenever Bakura read he felt what the main character felt, if there was a happy part he smiled. Not a smirk, not a grin, just a regular, happy smile. (When Marik first saw Bakura's smile he thought that he had gone insane, but then he had thought that Bakura should smile more often, he looked better. Marik never said this out loud of course, but he couldn't help but think it.) Whenever there was a sad part he looked worried, anxious, or annoyed. Whenever the characters were angry Marik thought that he could literally see fire in Bakura's eyes. Marik never told Bakura about this, mostly because he had a feeling he would either die or be made fun of.
They always sat at the kitchen table to do research every day, but Marik always quit after abut an hour. Honestly, he couldn't understand Bakura's heavy book reading at all. To him reading was boring and always would be. Whenever he got tired of reading he started drawing. Usually he drew Bakura because it was fun to draw him with other emotions besides anger and he wanted to remember that for blackmail. Marik also realized that whenever he needed Bakura for something he could just take a picture and Bakura's head would snap up.
It was also decided that Bakura would do all the cooking since the last time Marik tried to cook he had almost burned the house down.
So, it came to pass that Marik was sitting at the table pecking at his food while Bakura was reading another vampire book while eating. He looked funny because he was holding the book up with one hand while the other hand held his fork full of food(1). His mouth was open and his wide eyes were looking at the book. Marik stared at him, whenever he did this, expecting him to miss his mouth or drop the food, but he never did.
For some reason, Marik wasn't hungry right now, even though he had been about 20 minutes ago. He didn't understand why he wasn't hungry anymore, but he wasn't so he put his food onto Bakura's plate. If Bakura had been acknowledging Marik's existence he probably would have thrown the food back at him, but he didn't, cause he wasn't.
Marik sighed, he hated silence, that's why he had developed the habit of talking to himself. Which he was doing right now.
I'm so bored! What is there to do around here? Bakura doesn't let me anywhere near his computer, and I'm sure he'll find out if I touch it…somehow he'll just know.
'You could go out again,' his inner him said.
Yeah, but it's kind of boring by yourself.
'You could watch TV.'
There's nothing on.
'Are you going to shoot down all of my ideas?'
Yes.
'Jerk'
I'm you! Marik slapped himself mentally, realizing that he was arguing with himself, again!
I really need to stop that…
'No you don't.'
You shut up! You don't have good ideas.
'At least I have ideas.'
Shut up.
'Great comeback.'
Shut up! What other ideas do you have?
'You could see if Bakura wants to actually go outside. When was the last time he did that for fun?'
Marik looked at the clock. It was 9:00 PM. How did it get so late?
'Gee I don't know, maybe because of time?'
I know that! I mean how did I not notice it.
'You got caught up staring at your boyfriend.'
Marik could feel his cheeks heat up. He's not my boyfriend!
'Yeah, that's why your blushing.' Marik cursed himself again, wondering why he liked to torment himself when Bakura already does that. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the camera. Snap! Bakura's head shot up and he slammed the book down. "What do you want?" he asked irritably.
"I'm bored."
"This concerns me because?"
"Why don't we have a guy's night out? When was the last time you went out for fun?"
'Oh, now my idea isn't so bad.'
Shut up!
Bakura had a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, drinking blood is fun, just not so much anymore… but that's not what you meant, is it?"
Marik shook his head. "The last time would be 5,000 years ago then."
"Really?" Marik asked curiously.
Bakura snarled, "Well, it's kind of hard to enjoy the outside when you have to be consciously aware of the time all the time or else you might just end up being burned to death. So do you think I would go outside for fun?"
"…No, so I take it you don't want to go?"
Bakura snarled, "No, I don't want to go outside, in fact, I think I'll lock myself up in my room now to prove just how much I don't want to go outside."
Marik realized Bakura was pissed because he interrupted hi readings. "Alright, fine! I didn't mean to interrupt your stories."
"Obviously you did, because you interrupted me while I was reading." Then Bakura stood up and locked himself up in his room.
Marik stared at the door for a while before asking himself, now what?
'You could draw something else.'
Nah, don't feel like drawing.
'You are hopeless, do you know that?'
Just give me another idea!
'Fine! I do have one idea…'
Bakura was in the preferred silence of his room, but he found that he couldn't concentrate. This angered him because he had gotten to a really exciting part when Marik had interrupted him. He threw the book at the wall (not caring that it was a library book and that he would get fined, because he was really rich) and plopped down on his bed. Then he started to do something he hadn't done in a really long time.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind, he tried to put his mind to a halt and stop thinking (which was very very hard to do since he thought a LOT during the day). Once he was sure his mind was cleared, he just lay there for a while, waiting for something to appear in his brain to tell him what he should do now.
He usually did this when he was bored and had absolutely no idea what to do, and he hadn't done it in a while, but now felt like a time to conjure up the old habit, because he had absolutely no idea what he should do now.
He also did this when he had an extremely bad case of writers block, usually an image or words appeared to him and then bam-no more writers block.
Anyway, he was waiting patiently for who know how long, when something started to come to his mind. He could see bright lights, but he knew they weren't from the sun, and he could see boxes…rectangles…with windows…and now he could hear the sounds of a busy city…
He snapped his eyes open, sat up and rubbed his head thoughtfully.
Apparently, my subconscious is telling me to go outside with Marik…should I listen? I could ignore it, it wouldn't be that hard, I've done it before, I could find something to do, I could just search for random stuff on the internet… Suddenly he didn't feel like doing just anything, now he wanted to go outside.
I haven't gone outside for actual fun in a long time…maybe I should go out. His mind was made up, he opened his bedroom door and stepped into his living room, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw in his living room. He couldn't believe what he was viewing. What was Marik doing?
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Bakura asked in a scolding tone.
Marik looked at Bakura with a guilty expression on his face.
"I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me!"
"I want you to clean up this mess!"
"I think it's actually an improvement!"
"How about I make an "improvement" to your face?"
"How about I post the pictures I took of you on the internet?"
The two immature young adults were glaring at each other. The white-haired one furious, the blond-haired one annoyed.
You see, Marik had just got done splattering paint on the walls. He had always wanted to try splatter paint art and he had found some paint a couple of days ago when he was looking around the house. He had decided to try this on Bakura's wall. Yes, he knew Bakura would mind. Yes, he knew Bakura would be furious. Yes, he knew the older boy would probably kill him. Yes, he knew all of this, but did he care? Not really.
He did actually think it was an improvement. The only colors he splattered on the wall were red, blue, yellow, and brown. He thought it looked nice over the white walls. The way that some of the blue and yellow had come together to make green. The way the blue and red came together to make purple. The way red and yellow had come together to make pink. He thought it looked nice, and he was kind of annoyed that Bakura didn't think so as well.
"It's your fault anyway, "Marik said.
Bakura narrowed his eyes, "My fault? Enlighten me Marik, tell me how this retched splatter of paint covering my walls is my fault. Please, I would just love to hear your explanation."
Marik (ignoring the heavy sarcasm) replied, "If you had agreed to go outside then I wouldn't have had to find something to do and I wouldn't have splattered paint all over your walls." Bakura yelled/growled to the ceiling. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to calm himself, even though he would have loved to rip out Marik's throat right then and there. In fact, the only thin stopping him from doing just that was the fact that he actually did want to find the Millennium items. He knew he couldn't do it alone (though he would never actually admit that, to anyone, ever), he needed someone to go out in the daylight and look among the streets, ask shop owners questions, find out things. He couldn't do that at night because most people were in bed sleeping.
He exhaled and said calmly, "Fine, forget about the walls, there not important, I can just paint them black later on, actually, you're going to paint them black later on, aren't you?"
Marik caught the obvious threat in Bakura's voice, and decided it would be in his best interests to agree. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Bakura sighed. "Get your coat and go outside. I have decided-despite my better judgment-to join you in your 'guy's night out.' But I better have a fun time or else."
Marik nodded, trying to conceal his smile. He would have teased Bakura about changing his mind so quickly, but didn't because he didn't want Bakura to change his mind again. Marik didn't like being alone, not that he would tell anyone that, in fact, he would probably look for the Millennium items by himself if it wasn't for the fact that he doesn't like being left alone (that and he needs a place to stay that doesn't cost money). He grabbed his coat, and then they walked out of there, with Bakura locking the door on his way out.
(1): Bakura prefers forks over chopsticks.
Yeah, honestly I don't think this chapter is the best it could be, but…yeah…
ANYWAY! I have a question for everyone, and please, be honest. The question is as follows: 'What did you think Marik was doing in Bakura's living room?' I would really like to know what you thought he'd be doing because honestly, I was having trouble figuring out what the heck he should be doing. Did you expect splatter pain? J
I know this chapter is a little short, but I try to make up for that by updating two chapters at one time, I hope that's okay… Anyway, Please review and remember, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!