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Chapter 5: Guy's Night Out
Marik and Bakura were out in the night at a sushi bar. Bakura had really wanted to try other people's sushi to compare it to his. He was sort of surprised that his host's sushi recipe was better than an actual sushi restaurant's. Marik still wasn't that hungry, so he ordered five sushi rolls.(1)
Bakura was eating his sushi, when a girl of about 17 came up to him. She looked up in awe at him and then she smiled. As soon as Bakura saw the hearts in the girl's eyes, he figured it was one of his fan girls, and her next words confirmed his thinking.
"Um…Are you Ryou Bakura?"
"Why, yes, yes I am."
The girl's face brightened, "Really?"
Well, I'm actually a 5,000 year old spirit who took over Ryou Bakura's body, but technically, I am Ryou Bakura, is what Bakura thought, but instead he laughed and said, "Yes, are you a fan of my work?"
She smiled, "Could you sign my copy of Incoming? It's my absolute favorite book." She produced a copy of Incoming from her purse and handed it to Bakura along with a pen. Bakura signed it, he remembered when his host wrote this book. It was about a guy who was walking along one night, and he thought he saw a shooting star, when actually, it was a space alien in an escape pod coming down to Earth. The boy meets the alien and she says that her world has been overrun by the evil Warglogs and that she needs someone to help her stop it. Obviously, the boy helps, and in the end, her world is saved and they get married.
Needless to say it was not one of Bakura's favorite books and the ending actually made him want to puke. But he did love his fan girls (mostly because he knew they'd probably do anything for him) so he invited the girl to eat with them. The girl agreed, and she hardly paid any attention to Marik. Not that Marik cared, but he just found it funny how this girl was staring at Bakura. I wonder what she'd say if she knew what he was really like… Marik thought.
Anyway, once they were done eating, Bakura said goodbye to the girl and shook her hand. The girl fainted after that, and Bakura propped her up in a booth to make it look like she fell asleep leaning against the window instead of passed out. Then he and Marik left.
"That was probably the nicest I've seen you, ever."
Bakura smirked, "What can I say? I love my fan girls." (A/N: YGOTAS reference! XD)
After the sushi bar, Marik suggested going to a movie. He smirked and suggested a movie called Twilight. Bakura asked him what it was about, and when Marik said, "Vampires," he immediately wanted to see it. He thought that it might explain his mark better.
Once he found out that these vampires sparkle instead of burn, he got up and left the movie theatre. A laughing Marik soon joined him.
"That, was the worst vampire movie I have ever seen." {A/N: Just kidding Twilight fans, you know I love you J}
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad!"
"They sparkle. It's a mockery to vampires!"
"Hey, there might be sparkly vampires somewhere in the world!"
"I've never met one."
Marik looked at Bakura, "Have you ever even seen a vampire movie before now?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure that anything will be better than that."
"Trust me, there are way worse vampire movies out there."
Bakura raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
Marik nodded, "So what do you want to do now?" Bakura thought.
"Let's go bowling."
"Bowling?"
"Yes." Bakura started walking around, but then realized that he had no idea where a bowling alley is. He turned to Marik, "Where's the nearest bowling alley?"
Marik smirked, "I thought you knew, it's down the street, around the corner."
Bakura started walking again, and pretty soon they were bowling away.
Turns out, Bakura was really good at bowling. Marik didn't like this, he wanted to beat Bakura. So he gave it his all and it started to turn into a competition. They kept getting higher and higher scores, until eventually, they only got spares and strikes. They played somewhere around four rounds, and then decided to tally up the points.
In the end it was a tie.
They couldn't believe this. "We tied?" Marik said.
Bakura scowled, "I could have sworn I was ahead."
"Huh, weird, cause I thought I was ahead."
Bakura scoffed. "You couldn't beat me in a million years."
"I could beat you at something."
"Yeah, right, you couldn't beat me at a children's card game." (2)
"Okay Bakura, prepared to put your money where your mouth is?"
Bakura raised his eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"You have a deck of playing cards at your house right?"
"Of course."
"How about we gamble?"
Bakura laughed, "You don't have any money!"
"Then we'll raise the stakes."
Bakura raised an eyebrow, "I'm listening."
"If I win, then you admit that I'm better than you and you have to wear a dress that I pick out and sing with it on."
Bakura was shocked, "You're serious?"
"Completely."
"… Alright, same terms if I win, but let's raise the stakes even higher shall we?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"We have to sing in front of the camera, and the winner gets to decide when we have to do this little video."
"Alright, I agree to these terms." They shook on it, both smirking evilly, both looking forward to making the other lose.
Bakura took his hand away and said, "Before we go back to the house, I have to go to the library."
Marik raised hi eyebrows, "You want to go to the library? It's probably closed."
"No it's not, and I want to pick up a book. I would've had you get it before, but the book was already checked out."
Marik groaned, "Fine, but you're only prolonging your embarrassment."
Bakura laughed, "Marik, the only one who's going to be embarrassed around here is you, now come on and show me to the library."
"Fine, but there is one other thing I'd like to do before we do our little bet…"
"What is it?"
"…You'll see, come on, the library's this way." Marik started to lead the way while Bakura wondered what Marik could possibly want to do. Marik's too impatient, he probably wants the bet to be over and done with so that he knows who the winner is. What does he want to do?
Soon they were at the library. Bakura walked in with Marik trailing close behind. The library was one of his least favorite places, but he'd been going here a lot lately. He followed Bakura, who was walking around the young adult fiction section looking for a specific title, when something caught his eye. It was a book entitled A Vampire Story. But that wasn't the weird part. No, the weird part was the author.
It was by Ryou Bakura.
Bakura stared at the book, What? he thought, My host didn't write a book with vampires, did he…?
"Bakura?" Marik asked when he saw Bakura's shocked expression, "Is something wrong?"
Bakura took out the book he was staring at and showed it to Marik. Marik grabbed the book, "What? Is this the book you wanted?" Bakura shook his head. "Then find the book you want and let's get out of here!"
"Shush!" whispered a librarian to Marik. Marik just rolled his eyes. "Jeesh, sorry lady." The librarian 'humphed' and walked away.
Bakura scowled, "Marik, look at the author."
Marik didn't see what the big deal was about some author, but he looked anyway. "It says you wrote this book, so?"
"That's the thing, I didn't write it. And I don't remember Ryou writing it either." He said 'Ryou' instead of 'host' this time because he had a feeling that librarian was hanging around still.
Now Marik realized the what the big deal was. "Is there anyone else with your name?"
"Not that I know of." Marik opened the book. He looked at the back inside cover. Just as he thought, there was a section entitled "About the Author" with a picture of the author and some information on him.
Marik looked at the alleged Ryou Bakura, he looked exactly like Bakura, only he actually had a kind look on his face. Marik found himself smiling at the picture, he wondered how he was in real life. Did he smile so happily all the time? Marik showed Bakrua the book, "Ryou looks just like you, only nicer. Maybe you should smile more."
Bakura scowled and grabbed the book. He looked at the picture and felt, not scared, more like, weird. He didn't know what he felt. It was weird holding a book that he didn't remember Ryou writing. Bakura fast-walked towards the desk to go check the book out.
Marik had to trot behind him to keep up.
Bakura plopped the book down on the desk. "I'd like to check out this book."
"Library card," said the librarian in a bored, scratchy voice. She was a little overweight and had her hair turned up in a tight bun and she wore glasses with a chain on both sides of the glasses. Bakura turned to Marik, "Do you have your library card."
"No, I left it at the house."
"No library card, no book," said the unattractive librarian.
Bakura scowled, "I'd like to get a library card then." The librarian handed Bakura a yellow sheet of paper. "Fill this out and then hand it back to me." Bakura took it and sat down at a table. He took a pencil out of the pencil holder in the center of the table and started filling out the paper. The only part he paused at was AGE: Bakura hesitated for only a little bit before writing down, "22." When he was done, he handed the librarian the paper and she handed him a card. "Please write your name on the card while I put your information into my computer." Bakura hurriedly scribbled down his name while the librarian slowly entered the information into the library's database. Bakura was starting to get impatient while he watched the librarian slowly type on the computer. He felt like ripping her throat out. Come on! I could go faster than this!
Meanwhile, Marik was looking around the library bored out of his mind, when suddenly, he saw a flash of gold out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, but only saw a bookshelf. He left Bakura (who was too busy waiting for the librarian to hurry up and do her job) to go in search of the golden thing. He could've sworn he saw the eye symbol that appears on every Millennium item. He searched aimlessly through the books, wandering aisle after aisle, he even took out his Millennium Rod, but it wasn't helping him this time. Marik felt frustrated, The user of the Millennium item might know how to block out my signal…dang it! Marik continued his search until he told himself that it was his mind playing tricks on him and he went back to the front desk.
When Marik got to the front desk, Bakura was just being handed his new library card. Bakura hurriedly checked out the book and then left. Marik followed him out, and then told Bakura that the place he wanted to go to was to the right. Marik led Bakura through the city, until eventually, they came to a bar entitled "Around the Block."
Bakura looked at Marik, "You wanted to go to a bar?"
Marik smiled a bad-boy smile, "My dad would never let me go to a bar, but he never told me why. Ever since then I've wanted to go inside a bar."
Bakura chuckled, alright, fine, but if you get drunk don't expect me to help you find your way back home."
"What if you get drunk?"
Bakura laughed, "Trust me, I won't get drunk enough to not find the way to my house."
Bakura led the way inside and Marik followed. Marik went right up to the counter and said, "Give me some sake(3)."
The bartender looked at Marik, "I'll need to see some ID first sonny."
Marik was seething, he wasn't a 'sonny', but he hadn't brought any ID with him. Suddenly he saw Bakura thrust his drivers license at the man. The bartender took the card and looked at Bakura. "So, you're buying for this kid?"
"I am not a kid! I'm 21!"
The bartender shrugged and handed the card back to Bakura. "Are you going to have any thing Bakura-san?"
"Yes, give me the strongest thing you have."
The bartender laughed, "Okay, you're headache, not mine." The bartender went to go get the drinks. While Marik was still angry at the bartender.
"I am not a kid!"
Bakura laughed, "No offense, actually, a lot of offense, but you do look like a kid still Marik." Marik narrowed his eyes, "You have to call me Ishtar-san."
"Why should I?"
Marik narrowed his eyes. Bakura sighed, "Fine, if you win the bet we made earlier, then I'll call you Ishtar-san, and if I win, you have to call me Bakura-sama."
"What? You should call me Ishtar-sama too then!"
"No way in hell will I refer to anyone as 'sama.'"
"Fine, then I'll call you Bakura-san."
"Fine." The bartender appeared with the drinks. Bakura chugged half of his down right away.
"Whoa there!" the bartender said, "You might want to go easy there buddy!"
Bakura laughed, "I'll do whatever the hell I want!"
The bartender mumbled something under his breath about kids these days. Bakura patted Marik on the back and said, "Drink up!" Marik took a tentative sip, he liked it, but it wasn't his favorite taste. He drank more. Bakura slammed his cup on the counter and said, "Hit me!" The bartender took the empty glass and gave Bakura another glass. Bakura chugged a fourth of it this time. Marik was wondering why Bakura was acting weird, he couldn't be drunk already could he? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone signing terribly.
He turned to the back of the bar and saw someone who was obviously drunk singing on a small stage. There was only one spotlight and the guy was smiling like an idiot and singing at the top of his lungs. Marik's ears started to hurt and he thought that they would soon bleed so he covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes, waiting for the song to end.
While Marik was trying to make his ears not bleed, Bakura switched his drink with Marik's. He figured this would make for some fun entertainment later on. He smiled and then wished that the guy who was singing would shut up. His vampire hearing was making the guy's singing even louder and he was starting to think that his ears would start to bleed too, but he didn't cover his ears, he wasn't going to look like a wimp at a bar.
Eventually the guy stopped singing (actually, two other drunk guys pushed him off the stage, but still he stopped singing) and Marik sighed in relief. Then Bakura said, "I bet you I could drink this faster than you could drink yours."
Marik shook his head, "You'd have to be stupid to agree to a drinking game, and this is my first time!"
"Ah, I see, you're scared that you'll get drunk."
"Sort of, I'm more scared of the hangover."
Bakura smirked, "Or are you scared that I'll beat you again?"
Marik was starting to get angry, "You didn't beat me at anything, we tied."
Bakura chuckled, "Whatever makes you feel better Goldilocks. Is the drink too cold? Too hot?"
Marik was really getting angry now, "Don't call me Goldilocks."
"Okay Princess."
Marik slapped hi hand on the counter, "Alright, I'll take you up on your bet fluffy."
Bakura smirked, not showing how much he actually hated being called fluffy, and said, "On the count of three, one, two, three!" They both chugged their drinks, and Marik won, but he instantly felt horrible. He started coughing, he looked at Bakura with absolute hatred in his eyes, "You switched our drinks, didn't you?"
Bakura shrugged, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, why?"
Marik tried to stand up so that he could strangle Bakura (and he could too, he knew how to strangle a vampire, his dad showed him how) but he got a headache when he tried to stand. In fact, his mind stopped working, his common sense had went away. But, he felt happy, in fact he felt invincible, he stood up and his headache was gone, replaced by a numbness in his brain. He swiped at Bakura, but his aim wasn't too good, and his vision was starting to get blurry. He tried to hit him a few more times, but then decided he wasn't worth it. He walked off in some random direction, he wasn't sure where he was going, he was just walking. Bakura was staring after him curiously, Where is that idiot headed to? he thought.
"That was a mean trick you played on that kid," the bartender told Bakura.
Bakura looked at him, "Like I care what you think?"
"I don't expect you to, but wasn't he your friend?"
Bakura scowled, "Trust me, we aren't friends."
"Really? Could've fooled me. It seemed like you two have known each other for a while."
Bakura shrugged, "I just like messing with his head."
"You should probably take him home before he does something really stupid."
Bakura grinned, "Maybe that's what I want." The bartender just walked away from Bakura after he said that. Bakura looked around for Marik, figuring that he probably should get him back to the house before he kills himself or something. He kept looking, but he wasn't seeing any sign of Marik. He started walking around, and then he saw Marik.
On the stage.
Holding a microphone.
Getting ready to sing.
Ah hell. Bakura thought to himself.
He walked calmly through the crowd to get Marik. But he was already starting to sing. Bakura was frozen when Marik started to sing. He was singing so incoherently that Bakura couldn't understand the words, but his voice was actually…beautiful. There was no other word for it. Bakura was shocked that Marik could sing this good. The only thing that was bad was when his voice would occasionally go flat, but Bakura figured it was because he was drunk. Bakura walked back to the counter in a daze. He asked the bartender for another drink and the bartender smiled and said, "Did you know he could sing that good?"
Bakura shook his head and took a long swig of his drink. "Too bad we don't know what he's saying," the bartender added. Bakura smiled and nodded.
Marik stopped singing after a couple of songs, and then he walked back to the counter to join Bakura. He took a seat and said, "I ain't sun in couple a yers, meh on-chan tells meh I got a voice like a angel thoh." It was obvious that Marik was drunk, you could tell by his speech alone, it was dripping with confusion and it was probably taking a lot of focus to talk.
"On-chan?" Bakura asked.
"Onee-chan," Marik said. Bakura was a little surprised, he didn't know Marik had an older sister. Marik looked at the bartender, "Himeh."
The bartender shook his head, "You've had enough kid."
"Notta kid."
"Either way, you've had enough, you should go home." Marik slapped his hand on the counter, "I wanna nother drink, gimme one."
The bartender looked at Bakura, "Shouldn't you take him to his house?"
Bakura sighed, "Come on Marik, let's go home."
"Don wanna, I'm havin fun 'ere."
Bakura helped Marik stand up, "If your not outside in about three seconds you're going to regret it."
"No."
"Marik, get outside, now."
Marik smiled slyly, "Aw, ya do care 'bout meh 'Kura." Then Marik did something that surprised Bakura, he kissed him on the cheek.
Bakura stepped back and covered his now red cheek with his hand. "What the hell Marik? You're dead!" Bakura was about to strangle Marik but Marik stepped out of the way at the last moment and kissed "Kura" on the cheek again. Bakura blushed furiously, out of anger, but mostly out of something else. The bartender was just laughing. Eventually, Marik just collapsed, but Bakura caught him before he hit the floor. Marik's eyes were threatening to close.
"Hell no, you're not going to sleep now! You still have to walk home!" Bakura said angrily (his face was till red.)
"Didn't you drive here?" the bartender asked.
"No, we walked."
The bartender smiled, "You'll have to carry him, 'cause it doesn't look like he'll make it."
Bakura scowled, "Like hell I'm carrying him."
"The bartender shrugged, "Fine, you could leave him here, but some weird people come to the bars late at night."
Bakura scowled, he could see where the tender was going with this. He put one of Marik's arms around his shoulder and stood him up.
"Come on Marik, stand up and walk to your death."
Marik stood up, "Ya wouln't ki' meh, you want teh melnum items." Bakura was starting to walk out and Marik was basically being dragged. They got outside and were walking (or being dragged in Marik's case) in silence. They walked on for a while, but then Marik said, "'Kura?"
"Yes?" Bakura answered irritably.
"I still hate ya fer switchin teh drinks."
Bakura smirked, "I know Marik, I know."
(1): I have no idea what you call a single sushi…
(2): I couldn't help myself… XD
(3): for those of you who don't know what sake is, I'm pretty sure it's a Japanese alcohol.
Okay, be honest, who thought the bar scene was going to be much worse than that? J
I kind of liked the ending, drunk Marik is fun ^ ^
Also, WHO SHOULD WIN THE BET? MARIK? OR BAKURA? YOU DECIDE! It's simple to vote, all you have to do is review saying who you think should win.
Hope you liked this chapter! Oh, and EPISODE 49 OF YGOTAS CAME OUT! GO AND CHECK IT OUT! J
And remember, the dinosaurs weren't killed by volcanoes, they were killed by TRISTAN TIMOTHY TAYLOR!