YAY! HALLOWEEN SPECIAL BABY! OH YEAH! Lol, okay, now that that's out of my system, I'm going to rant for a little bit =) Kay?

First off, I'm in the Christmas play at my school (which I love, Halloween and Christmas are my two favorite holidays) but I just found out that for the spring play they aren't going to let everyone in like they normally do, so now I'm going to work twice as hard for my audition =) I probably won't get into the play because the play is usually just for High school students (I'm in junior high for those who don't know…which should be everybody) And that really stinks because I REALLY want to be in the play because I love to sing and act and I love plays!

Anyway, I'm still going to audition and I already picked out a song to do and I'm going to go OVER THE TOP FOR THIS! I'M GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH EMOTION AND STUFF! I mean I only have a few months to practice! XD

…so wish me luck! =)

Enough ranting for now XD

WARNINGS: Bakura in denial, weird…parts that I can't explain (you'll probably know what I'm talking about) drunk Marik =) You know what that means!

Chapter 11: Trick-or-Treat

Bakura was sitting at his computer typing up a story he had in his head and Marik was doodling a picture of his sister, brother and mother, mostly because he missed them and partly because he wanted to test the quality and detail of this picture to the one of when he saw them everyday.

Yugi and Anzu had stopped by earlier, along with some of the vampire cure prototypes. For each one the same thing happened as it did with Anzu, Bakura still burned when the sunlight hit.

Every time Bakura burned he had to drink Marik's blood because Anzu was very protective of Yugi and wouldn't allow Bakura to bite his neck.

Marik had mixed feelings about this. Whenever Bakura drank his blood, he felt better than he had before the bite, in fact, the more of his blood Bakura drank, the better he felt. But that was afterwards. After the faint feeling he got from the loss of blood. And, to top it all off, during that faint feeling, he daydreamed the strangest things. He once daydreamed that him and Bakura were kissing passionately on the beach.

How weird is that? Also, whenever he daydreamed such things, his face would heat up. He was just thankful they thought it was the blood-loss making his face do that.

As for Bakura…

He had mixed feelings about this too. He didn't really want to drink Marik's blood, mostly because he didn't like the way Marik's blood affected him. Whenever he drank his blood, every part of his body wanted more, but he knew he needed to stop because otherwise Marik would be dead.

And no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want Marik dead. But if anyone ever asked, he'd say he wouldn't care one way or the other.

Also, he felt…weird feelings… He wanted more than Marik's blood. He wanted more than just a drink. He wanted Marik. He wanted to feel his lips against his, his body against his…

Obviously Bakura had to curb these feeling immediately. And he also refused to believe that he ever thought/felt them in the first place.

Anyway, because of the way Marik's blood made him feel, he tried to only drink as little as possible. Which wasn't a problem, because it seemed as if one drop would cure his burning flesh wounds.

Anyway, the Pharaoh had been severely disappointed by this, even the new formula that hadn't been tested yet didn't work. Anzu was sympathetic, but she didn't really seem that surprised.

Anyway, after they had left, they started doing what they were doing currently.

However Marik's boredom was setting in again. He desperately wanted something to do, no one could draw forever, at least not without inspiration, and right now, his inspiration was taking time off.

He closed his sketch book and put in under the couch cushion. Then he turned around and sat upside-down so that everything looked like it was on the ceiling and that the lights were on the floor. Then he said, "Bakura, I'm bored."

"Bakura-san, remember?" came the white haired boy's careless reply.

Marik rolled his eyes, "Bakura-san, I'm bored."

Bakura turned around, wearing his regular smirk, "Do you want to go to a bar again?"

"Ugh, no thanks," Marik said remembering how he felt the last time.

"Then what, pray tell, do you want to do?" he asked, still smirking.

"I don't know, why don't you think of something for a change?"

"Because unlike you, I don't get bored as easily as you do."

"What were you even doing anyway?"

"Oh, nothing," Bakura said and then immediately closed whatever he was writing.

Marik raised his eyebrow, "Really? Cause it certainly sounds like something."

"It was nothing, just a few ideas on how to kill someone without them even knowing."

Even though Marik knew Bakura was kidding, he shivered. Bakura noticed this and chuckled, "Do I scare you Marik?"

Marik sat up straight, "As if!"

Bakura raised a brow, "Really? Then why did you shiver?"

"Because it's cold in here," Marik lied.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Okay, ignoring that obvious lie, I'm going to continue what I was working on before."

Marik groaned, "Come on Bakura, how about you ask me a question?"

"Marik, I am not going to play one of your games, I've had enough games for a year thank you very much."

"Come on! Ask me anything! I'm so bored!" Marik whined.

Bakura sighed, trying to hide his amusement, "You sound like a little kid Marik… All right, I guess I have a few questions." Marik straightened up to listen.

"First off, I read that vampires can turn into cats, do you know if this is true or not? And I also heard that we can erase the memories of humans, do you know if that's true? And I also read that vampires can go inside shadows and control humans through this, does that work? Because if that's true then - why are you smiling like that?" Bakura asked because during Bakura's questions Marik began to smile.

"Oh," he said, "It's just because, I think I've realized a weakness of yours."

Bakura raised his eyebrows, "Weakness?"

"Yes, you're too curious."

"I am not!"

"Denial!"

"At least I'm not a whining, arrogant, annoying, impatient, little teenage brat!"

"I am not a teenager! I am 20 years old!"

"Out of all the adjectives I listed that's the one you argue to?"

"I didn't feel like answering the other ones because that's the exact way you are."

"I beg to differ."

"Another thing about you -"

"And what is that Marik?"

"Whenever we talk about something you don't want to talk about, you avoid the subject."

"And one thing about you is that you appear to be infatuated with me."

Marik felt his face blush, "That's not it! And stop avoiding the subject."

"I'm not the one who was avoiding the subject," Bakura said angrily, "you're the one who had to say that I was too curious, now answer my questions!"

"But if I answer your questions, won't that prove that you are too curious?"

Bakura sighed, "Just answer my questions Marik, before I kill you."

"You wouldn't kill me, you're too curious to see if I know the answers."

"Marik," Bakura growled a warning.

"All right, all right! Jeesh, talk about sensitive… Okay, I've heard rumors about the shadows thing, and my sister swore that she saw a person turn into a cat when she was walking home late one night, that was possibly a vampire. And yeah, vampires can erase the minds of humans, you didn't know that?"

"No," Bakura said bluntly.

"Why did you want to know this stuff anyways?"

"Because, I read all of this information in my hosts book."

The room was silent for a few minutes. "…You mean, "A Vampire Story?"

Bakura nodded, then he stood up and focused. He focused his energy on becoming a cat. He pictured it in his mind, him becoming a medium-sized albino cat. At first, nothing happened and Marik thought Bakura had gone crazy, when suddenly Bakura started to change. He began to feel the shrinking, and he cold feel hair coming out of his pores, and eventually he could feel himself on all fours. He didn't open his eyes again until he felt himself stop changing. When he did open his eyes, he was surprised that he could see in color(1).

He looked around. Everything was bigger than him and he didn't really like that. He jumped on top of his desk to get higher up, but he still had to look up at Marik. When he saw the look on Marik's face, his heart leapt. His face was astonished at first but then it began to smile into a creepy smile, and Bakura was not expecting these next words to come out of Marik's lips.

"You look so cute as a cat Bakura!" he exclaimed.

Bakura was confused, he hopped down from his desk and ran to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He gasped and let out a surprised "MEOW!" He really did look cute! He had fluffy fur all around his body and his head had the face of a kitten. And the top of his head had a little tuft of fur that gave him the look of a playful kitten. Bakura went back to the living room, and was immediately picked up by Marik.

Marik, who forgot that this kitten was actually Bakura, was hugging him tightly and said, "I've always loved cats! And you're so soft and fluffy…" Bakura was squirming to get out of Marik's arms (and hid the feeling of enjoyment he got from it) but he was also intrigued. He had never seen Marik act this way before, does he act this way around all cats? What happened to the annoying boy from before?

All of Bakura's thoughts were irradiated when he felt Marik's lips on his nose. His eyes went wide and if he could blush at that time, he would have. He stared at the open-mouthed-smiling tan boy before him. Why does he torment me with kisses? And why do they feel so good? NO! I'm not going to think this, in fact I never did.

Bakura was staring into Marik's eyes and really noticed for the first time that they were purple. That's a pretty color… Gah! Focus!

"Can you speak Bakura-san?" Marik asked.

Bakura thought about it, then said, "I'm not sure, oh, yeah, I guess I can." Bakura was surprised to hear his voice sound almost the same.

"Woah! A talking cat!"

Bakura growled, trying to take back control, "Marik, it's still me, now put me down!"

"But your so soft…"

Bakura growled again and bit Marik on his hand so hard that he drew blood.

"OW! You stupid cat! I'm gonna -" he stopped talking when he felt Bakura's cat tongue lick his bite wound. His whole body shivered in pleasure, the touch felt so good… His face heated up and he dropped the cat.

Cat-Bakura licked his paws, acting like nothing happened, while inside his heart was beating so fast. Why did I do that? It would be another story if I sucked the blood, but licking it…? And Why is Marik blushing so much? When he got all of the blood off his paws, he started to wash his face the way cats do. By licking their paw and rubbing it on their face. He did this for a while, leaving Marik time to control his blushing face. And, Bakura being the person he is, couldn't stop thinking about why Marik was blushing so much, Maybe he… NO! That's preposterous. Bakura put a stop to all of his thoughts, and when he saw Marik's face go back to his original color, he changed back into a human. He briefly wondered how his clothes transformed with him, but then deemed it as unimportant.

He looked at Marik. "Are you still bored?" was the best he could come up with.

"Um… Not really, why did you…?"

"What?"

"Um…"

"Yes?"

"…Never mind…" after Marik said this, his gaze rested on the calendar and he ran towards it. "Is today October 30th?"

"Yeah, you didn't know that?"

Marik turned around with an astonished expression on his face, "Wait, you knew it was the 30th?"

"Yes, of course I knew, why?"

"Are you an idiot?"

"Are you talking to yourself again?"

"Tomorrow's Halloween!"

"So?"

"So?" Marik said flabbergasted, "Tomorrow's Halloween and you say so?"

"What are you rambling on about?"

Marik started to calm down now, "Have you ever been trick-or-treating?"

"Well let's see… I was born 5,000 years ago and they used to love going trick-or-treating back then."

"So you've never gone?"

Bakura sighed, "No, I have not, have you?"

"Yeah, once. My sister took me. She dressed me and my older brother up in one of our dads clothes and she took some of moms things and we went from door to door collecting sweet, sweet sugar. But when our dad found out he confiscated all of our candy and grounded us. Our mom managed to save some though…" Marik looked off into space, remembering another happy memory, and how it was ruined by his father.

Bakura didn't know what to say. He just found out that Marik had an older brother as well, and he couldn't help but notice that stare. It was so… sad, so angry… How horrible was Marik's past? He wondered, but then Marik snapped out of his gaze, and he looked at Bakura again. "Anyway," he said, "Since my candy was confiscated the one time I went, and you've never been, I say we go trick-or-treating!"

Bakura stared at Marik disbelievingly, "Isn't that for little kids?" he said.

"What's the problem? You'd fit right in."

"I don't think we should go."

"Why not? You could go as a kitty-cat."

"Mar -"

"Oh no! Tremble at the mighty Ba-kitty!"

"Marik, you're really pushing your luck."

"Name one good reason why we shouldn't go."

"Because it's for little kids! Not 20 year olds!"

"Lots of young adults go trick-or-treating these days."

"I just don't want to."

Marik was starting to get angry, then he thought of something to make Bakura agree, "Fine, I get it. You're scared."

Bakura's eyes went wide, "Scared? Me? Of what exactly?"

"See! You are curious."

"Marik!"

"Curiosity killed the cat you know Ba-kitty."

Bakura growled, and Marik said, "You're scared that I'll get more candy than you."

Bakura stared at him incredulously, "What? Why would I be afraid that you'd get more candy than me?"

"Because you don't like to lose."

Bakura's eye twitched. "That is not why I don't want to go trick-or-treating."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because, because…"

"Because…?"

"Because… If I go out, I'll get burned."

"Trick-or-treating is at night Bakura."

Bakura sighed, then thought of something to make Marik not want to go trick-or-treating anymore. "Ok, how about this," he began with a smirk, "I'll agree to go trick-or-treating," Marik smiled, "if we stop at a bar on the way home." Marik's smile was gone faster than it takes for an ice cube to melt on the sun's surface. He really didn't want to go through what happened the last time he was at a bar, he had hated the feeling afterwards, but he really wanted to go trick-or-treating…

He sat down on the couch and Bakura joined him, triumphant that he had won. He turned on the TV and was watching it when Marik said quietly, "Okay."

"What?" Bakura asked.

Marik took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll go to a bar afterwards." Bakura looked at him.

"You're serious?"

"Yup. We should probably go get costumes now though."

"Wha -"

"Come on, let's get going!" Marik turned off the TV and went out through the front door. Bakura stared at the door in disbelief, but then got up and told himself, It'll be fine, trick-or-treating isn't that bad. But he still did not want to go. Mostly because it would just be him and Marik going trick-or-treating.

And he had no idea what was going to happen.

They were at the mall picking out Halloween outfits. Bakura was dressed in his day attire again. The trench coat, the sunglasses, and the hat. Marik had actually laughed at him this time, which is why he now had a bump on his head.

Marik hadn't actually planned what he was going to be, he was thinking of dressing up as a werewolf, just to remind Bakura of Twilight. Marik grinned, which made Bakura's eyebrow raise. Marik turned to Bakura and said, "You know what you should dress up as?"

"A person wearing an "I'm with this idiot" shirt?"

"No," Marik said grinning bigger, "you should be a vampire."

Bakura rolled his eyes, "How completely original, what are you going to dress up as, an Egyptian?"

"Maaaybe." Bakura sighed and started looking at the store windows. There were so many costumes, astronaut costumes, animal costumes (note to self, don't let Marik see those), inanimate object costumes, fairy costumes, princess costumes, bug costumes - wait, princess costumes? Bakura stopped walking and stared at the poofy dresses in the windows. The corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile. "Oh Marik!" he called. Marik, who had kept walking, turned around and walked back to where Bakura was standing.

"What's up?" Marik asked. Bakura kept staring at the dresses. Marik looked at him curiously, then looked where he was looking and froze. His eyes went side. "You can't be serious!" Bakura snickered. "On Halloween?" Bakura nodded. "Oh boy."

Bakura walked into the shop, as he took off his day attire, and started looking through the dresses. He hadn't searched for five seconds until a lady came up behind him and said, "Can I help you?" In an overly perky voice. Bakura looked at the lady wishing she would go away because he didn't like perky people, but instead he said, "Yes, I'm looking for a dress for my friend."

"Girlfriend?"

Bakura grinned, "You, could say that I guess, although, he wouldn't like it."

The lady was confused, "He?" Just then Marik walked in.

"Can't you just order the dress online?" he then saw the lady, "Oh, uh, hi."

Bakura put his arm around Marik's shoulders and said, "This is my friend that needs a dress, what would you recommend?" all the while, smirking like his life depended on it.

Marik pushed Bakura's arm off and said, "I lost a bet."

"Ah," the woman looked less confused now, "Just a second, I'll get you someone more suited to this type of purchase." She left to go fetch whoever.

Marik looked at Bakura, "They have a person for this?"

Bakura shrugged, "I guess a lot of idiots made bets that they can't win."

Marik's eye started twitching, "For the record, I think you cheated."

"And for the record, you still lost, so zip it," he started looking through the dresses again. He picked up a poofy, pink sequin dress that had a red heart in the middle of the chest and held it up to Marik, "What do you think?"

Marik pushed it away, "No." Just then, a bored and mean looking lady showed up.

"Okay, my name is Diane, and I'm in charge of all of the bets people make involving dresses. So, what exactly was the bet?" Diane said in a couldn't-care-less voice.

"Can I ask a question first?" Marik asked.

"You just did," she replied. Bakura smiled, he could tell he was going to like this lady.

"How many people make bets involving dresses?" Marik asked.

The lady sighed, "Why do you care?"

"Just curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat you know."

Marik smirked at Bakura, "Did you hear that Bakura?"

Bakura rolled his eyes then pushed him out of the way. "The bet was, whoever lost a card game would have to wear a dress and sing, and we could tape the whole thing. And the winner gets to decide when this video goes on."

"Your going to tape it?" the lady said smiling, "Nice." she held her hand up and Bakura high-fived it.

"Thanks," he said, "It's hard to find someone who appreciates true genius." Marik rolled his eyes.

"Well, if your going to be taping it, your going to want something that's a little darker. Do you want the dress to match his skin tone or not?"

"I don't care as long as it's embarrassing."

"Then you'll want something that'll clash. Follow me. Don't drag behind loser!" she said the last part to Marik.

He sighed, "I fell like I'm walking into the depths of Hell."

They searched through the store for a while. Bakura and Diane made many more jokes and had a jolly good time, though Marik was absolutely miserable.

Diane showed them a variety of dresses. She even showed them wedding dresses. She showed them multi-colored dresses, and dresses that said kiddish phrases on them like, "I love chocolate," or "Back off! I'm a Tickle Ninja." When Marik saw the Tickle Ninja one, he started hitting his head against a wall. Bakura and Diane laughed their heads off. When they calmed down a bit, Diane said, between laughter, "Wh-when - are you g-going to stop - torturing him?"

"When he knocks himself out," Bakura answered.

Diane controlled her laughing and said, "Seriously, you should stop torturing him so much."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't want to ruin your friendship would you?"

Bakura thought about it, then said, "Eh, he already hates me."

Diane raised her eyebrow, "You think he hates you?"

"I don't think, I know."

"Really?" she started looking at more dresses. But now Bakura was curious to what she was implying.

"Why? What do you think?"

She was trying to hide her smile, "Oh, nothing."

Bakura raised his eyebrow, "What? Tell me."

"I don't think he hates you per say, I just think that he's not looking forward to future events."

"Trust me, he hates me."

"Who are you trying to convince Bakura-san?" He didn't say anything.

At the end of the day, Marik and Bakura walked home, each holding a Halloween costume. Marik had a puffy, light blue dress with sequins on the ends and with an old-fashioned look. He was going to be Cinderella. Bakura decided to get a vampire costume because he didn't really put a lot of effort into his costume. Marik stared at his dress, then at the vampire costume. "I will do anything if you trade costumes with me."

"A deal's a deal Marik. You should live up to your promises."

"Why should I? You never live up to yours."

"How do you know that?"

Marik looked at him, "You don't look like you've ever kept a promise in your life."

"That's not true."

"Really?" Marik said disbelievingly.

"Really." Marik could tell Bakura wasn't going farther than that. They walked the rest of the way home, and all Marik had to look forward to was the candy he was going to get.

He tried not to think of all the laughs he would get.

{HALLOWEEN DAY!}

"Hurry up Marik! I'd like to get going before next week!"

"You didn't even want to go in the first place!"

"Yeah, well, I'm going now so hurry up!" Bakura was yelling at Marik. He was already dressed up in his vampire costume. Black cape with red inside, vampire like clothing, black shoes, the works. (For the candy, he also had a white, drawstring canvas bag, and he of had the Camera of Doom's friend, the Video Camera of Death). He already had the fangs and the pale skin, so it hadn't taken him long to get dressed up. Marik, on the other hand, was taking forever.

Really, Marik just didn't want to put the dress on. But he knew he had to suck it up, so he did. But he put in on reluctantly, so it was taking him a long time.

"Come on Marik, you're already wearing the make-up!"

"It's not make-up! It's kohl!(2) There is a difference."

Bakura sighed, but soon after Marik emerged from the bathroom. He was scowling, but the dress fit him perfectly. Along with the dress, he was wearing pure white gloves (and sporting a giant white bag/purse for his candy) and see-through high heels which were supposed to imitate glass slippers. He put his hair all the way down, and the dress had come with a crown. It was a part of their limited edition princess collection.

Bakura was speechless. Was it wrong for him to think that Marik actually looked pretty good in that? No! Stop thinking that this instant!

Marik picked up his skirts and walked over to the couch. "Ow. Ow. Ow. These things are so uncomfortable! How do girls wear these things?" He was referring to the high heels.

Bakura, putting his thoughts to the back of his mind, said, "Because girls don't complain as much as you do."

Marik rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go get some candy." He walked over to the front door and kicked it open and walked out. People were already outside, dressed up in all sorts of creatures. Some of them were scary, but most weren't. That kind of ticked Marik off because he wanted Halloween to be scary, not cutesy. While he was thinking this, he felt a chill on his back. It was Bakura. He had walked out, locking the door behind him of course, and he was looking around. The trees were bare, it was cloudy, there was a full moon, there was a slight chill, it was a perfect spooky night. Bakura smiled. He was going to enjoy this more than he had thought.

Marik was just glad it was dark and that no one knew who he was.

They walked from house to house with Marik in front. The only reason Marik was in front instead of Bakura was because Bakura was taping Marik as he walked and Marik wasn't completely aware of the video camera until the first house.

Needless to say, he wasn't that happy about the camera.

"How long are you going to tape me?"

"Until we're done trick-or-treating."

"What? No!"

"We never specified how long the video had to be."

"Fine. What song do I have to sing anyway?"

Bakura grinned, "Oh, you'll find out."

The video went on for about five houses, until they got to a house that didn't give them candy.

DING DONG!

The door opened to reveal a large, hairy (yet bald) man. He scowled, "What do you want?" He said angrily.

"Trick-or-Treat!" the two young adults replied happily, they thought he was just acting, you know, in the spirit of Halloween.

"Go away!" He slammed the door. Marik walked away, but Bakura stayed.

"Anything wrong Bakura?"

"Isn't he supposed to give us candy?"

"Some don't."

"Well he could've just said he didn't have any candy."

"Just forget about it. We'll just skip him and go to the next house."

"No."

Marik raised his eyebrow, "What are you going to do?"

"They call it "trick" or "treat" for a reason don't they?" They both looked at each other and then grinned from ear to ear.

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"Ok," Marik said while looking through the camera, "the plan is to sneak into his house and scare him silly, correct?"

"Correct."

"How do we get in?"

"They don't call me the Thief King for nothing you know." Bakura focused, and then turned into an albino bat.

Marik smirked, "Look! It's Bat-ura!"

"Marik -"

"Or is it Baku-bat? Which do you like better?"

"Truth be told I don't like -"

"You're right, Baku-bat's too close to Bakugan."

"Marik! Focus!" Bakura flew up and went in through the guy's chimney. He flew around, searching for the guy so that they wouldn't be discovered right away. He noticed that the house looked like it was not well kept. The paint was peeling, it was dusty, if Bakura hadn't known any better, he would have thought the house was abandoned. He flew into the living room and saw the large man sitting on his jumbo couch in a dark room watching sports and eating candy out of a large bowl. So he did have candy! Bakura noted with fury. He flew silently to the front door, turned back into a human, and opened it up so Marik could get in. Marik had taken his high heels off because he said that it was hard to walk softly in them, which was true, but really they just hurt his feet too much.

Bakura motioned towards the living room, and Marik peeped in and got some more tape of the fat man. Marik didn't really get how they were going to scare the man, but Bakura had his ideas. He turned into a bat again and flew into the living room. The man noticed him and started swatting at him. He even stood up to catch him, but Bakura dodged with ease, and soon changed into a cat, completely freaking the guy out.

"What the -?"

"Hello there," Bakura said.

The guy's eyes went wide and he fell down. "I've gotta stop drinking!" he said as Bakura started circling him.

"Do you know why I'm here?" The guy shook his head, "Do you want to find out?" The guy nodded, "Are you sure?" The guy nodded his head vigorously. Bakura chuckled deeply, "Well, you see, bad things happen to those who don't give candy to Trick-or-Treaters on Halloween night, do you want to find out what that bad thing is?" The guy shook his head so hard it looked like it would come off.

Bakura turned back into a human in a puff of smoke, making sure to make the dark cover his head so that the guy wouldn't recognize him (although, he probably wouldn't have noticed anyway, he was too stupid). "Then go to the store and buy some more candy! Fresh candy!" the guy didn't move, he was too scared. Bakura sighed, "Fine then, since you won't move, I'll tell you the punishment." Bakura turned the TV off. "If you don't give candy to Trick-or-Treaters, then you will be tormented by the Princess of Terror for the rest of your life!" Marik wasted no time in entering the dark room. But he had no idea what to do, so he just stood there with the video camera. Bakura rolled his eyes, but it was lost on Marik, who couldn't see very much. "She will tape you every day and every night, never letting you rest, never giving you privacy, she will follow your every move, and at the end of the day, she'll post the videos on the internet!"

"No!" the man said terrified.

"Yes!' Bakura said, enjoying how scared this guy was, "Now go! Buy some candy!" This time, the guy stood up and ran through his door, leaving it wide open.

Marik and Bakura both burst out laughing. Bakura had to hold his stomach he was laughing so hard. Marik started pounding his fist on the floor. Bakura couldn't help but notice that he liked the sound of Marik's laughter, and Marik liked seeing Bakura laughing at something other than him for a change.

"D-did you s-see how sc-scared that guy was?" Marik said between laughter.

"I know! I-it was hilarious!"

"A-and the best part is, "Marik said laughing even harder, "Was that - I-I got the whole thing on tape!" They laughed for a good five minutes, and then they calmed down and took the rest of the guys candy (luckily it was individually wrapped.)

They left through the front door just in time to see two other Trick-or-Treaters appear at the door. Marik and Bakura's eyes went wide.

"Yugi!" Marik said at the same time Bakura said, "Anzu!" then they both said, "What are you guys doing here?" they looked at each other and started laughing again.

Yugi and Anzu just stared at them, seeing Marik in a dress had been shocking enough, but now they were both laughing like they were the best of friends? When they had last saw the two boys they hadn't seemed to get along this well.

Marik and Bakura calmed down a bit, and then Marik said, "You guys are trick-or-treating too?" For he had just noticed that they were both dressed like pirates.

Which reminded him what he was dressed as. He looked down his face slightly red. Bakura noticed this and took the camera from Marik's hands and started taping him again.

"Uh," Yugi said, "Why…?"

"I lost a bet," Marik answered.

"…Oh."

"You guys are Trick-or-Treating as well?" Anzu asked happily.

"Yup!" Bakura answered, "Hey Marik, why don't you sing us a song?"

Marik snarled at Bakura, "And what do you request Bakura-san?"

"A little number entitled, 'I Want Candy.'"

Marik started laughing, the song was just too funny for this occasion. But then he remembered that he had to sing it.

Marik felt someone pat him on the back, "Come on Marik," Bakura said while pushing him to the next house, "Let's put on a show for the next house!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Marik said while his face went redder with each pat on the back.

"Marik, I'm a writer. Of course I'm out of my mind, now come on."

They walked to the next house and Yugi and Anzu followed, being completely forgotten.

Marik just finished "I Want Candy," and was now walking in silence with Bakura following b

ehind, laughing his head off.

"Come on Marik, that was hilarious!"

"For you maybe! Those people think I'm a crazy cross dresser now!"

"It's Halloween, they probably just thought you were doing this on a dare, which isn't that far off."

Marik smacked his head, "This is so humiliating."

"Would you feel better if I gave you a kiss?" Bakura said before he could stop himself.

Marik almost replied back with a "Yes," but caught himself in the nick of time. Instead, his face just went red and he said, "No!" Then he walked ahead. Bakura followed behind, and then he remembered that Anzu and Yugi were still following him.

"So, how are you guys?" Anzu asked, "Are you getting along better now?"

Bakura, who remembered what Anzu had said the last time they met, said, "We don't get along at all actually, in fact, we fight daily."

"Lovers quarrel," Anzu said under her breath, but still loud enough for Bakura to hear.

His eye started twitching again. "You know, just because I haven't killed you yet, doesn't mean that I can't. And I probably will kill you soon."

"Then why haven't you killed Marik yet?"

"Anzu!" Yugi interrupted, "Leave him alone, they've already said they're not gay many times."

"You know they could be lying."

"I don't think they are, why don't you ever listen to me anymore?"

"You never say anything!"

"I say things all the time!" They started arguing and Bakura took the chance to catch up to Marik and leave behind Anzu and her annoying questions.

Soon, an angry-looking Yugi joined them without Anzu.

"What happened to you girlfriend Yugi?" Marik asked.

"She left," Yugi said coldly.

Marik was confused, then Bakura whispered in Marik's ear, "They got into a fight." Marik nodded to show he understood, and hen smiled because he didn't really like Anzu, he liked Yugi much better. Although, he still didn't like the Pharaoh very much because he was the cause for his family being vampire hunters.

Yugi right now was very angry. Lately, he and Anzu have been fighting a lot. Usually it was over nothing and they got over it right away, but some fights were over big things and lasted for days. He had hoped that taking her to see "Ryou" would end these fights, but it seemed to make them worse somehow. Just yesterday, they had fought over if they should continue these vampire tests. Anzu had said they should give up, but Yugi insisted that they continue. They had fought long and hard, each for different reasons, and sometimes they went back to that argument when they were mad or edgy. Also, whenever they fought, it was always Yami who had to calm him down and Yugi hated dragging him into this, it was his problem after all.

Of course, neither Marik or Bakura knew this information, so they didn't think much of it when Yugi said he was going to head home like he was really going to commit suicide or something.

"What do you think his problem was?" Marik asked while eating some candy.

"Maybe he's jealous cause you get to wear a dress and he doesn't."

Marik rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I'm sure that's it." He shoved the rest of the candy bar in his mouth.

"Watch it Marik! Those things go right to your thighs."

"I'm not the one who needs to watch their figure pal."

"What are you talking about? I have a great body. Just look at it." Marik, besides his better judgment, actually turned to look, and couldn't help but notice that Bakura's body was great. Of course he didn't say this.

"Eh, it's not that great," Marik said in a careless voice.

"Doesn't changed the fact that you actually looked."

Marik grinded his teeth, "You asked me to."

"It was a rhetorical order."

"You're rhetorical!"

"First, great come-back, and second, that didn't make any sense."

"Just like you."

"You're comebacks have gotten worse and worse."

"Aw, you noticed."

"See, now that one was pretty good for a princess."

"Bakura, don't you think all these pet names are getting to childish?" Marik said smiling, "I mean, you always call me princess, sleeping beauty, Rapunzel, why don't you just say you love me and get it over with?"

"Are you sure you're not just saying what you want?"

Marik ground his teeth.

Anyway, overall, trick-or-treating had been fun. They got over 5 pounds of candy, Marik was in a good mood (despite his outfit) and he was now all hopped up on sugar.

"Comeon! Raceyoutothenexthouse!" Marik said so fast Bakura had a hard time understanding it. Marik started running really fast, but Bakura caught up easily with his vampire speed.

"Marik," Bakura said, "Don't you think you've had enough candy for today?"

"Nowhy?"

"Because you're talking really fast, and you're shaking."

"I'mjustfine," Marik said stubbornly.

Bakura sighed, "If I give you my candy will you stop acting like a five-year-old with a sugar rush and stop trick-or-treating?"

"Okay," Marik said perfectly normal. He took Bakura's bag of candy and walked at a normal pace again.

Bakura raised his eyebrow, "You were pretending?"

"Yup!" Marik said as he ate a piece of candy.

"Just to get my candy?"

"Yup!"

Bakura couldn't help but smile, "Okay, I must admit, that was pretty good, now give me back my candy."

"No, you wouldn't even have it in the first place if it wasn't for me."

Bakura chuckled, "Fine, but now we get to do your favorite thing in the world."

Marik raised his eyebrow, "What's that?"

"Why, go to a bar of course!"

Marik's blood ran cold, he had completely forgotten about the bar. Marik swallowed the candy that was in his mouth. "You know Bakura -"

"Bakura-san."

"Do I really have to call you "san?" It doesn't sound right."

"Fine, you can just call me Bakura, now let's go!" Bakura grabbed Marik's hand and started running.

"But, Halloween's not over yet!"

"You already have tons of candy, what more do you need?"

"Can I at least change first?"

"Fine." Bakura and Marik ran to the house. Bakura changed quickly, and Marik tried to change slowly, but he really wanted the dress off, besides, Bakura would get him to that bar one way or another.

As soon as Marik came out, Bakura grabbed his hand and started running again. They got there sooner than Marik would have liked, and before they walked in, Marik grabbed Bakura's shoulder, "Promise me that you will not do anything to my drink this time."

Bakura smirked, "No promises."

Marik's grip got tighter and his gaze more serious, "Please?"

Bakura looked at Marik, he was being really serious right now… Bakura sighed, "Well, I guess since you said 'please'…"

Marik smiled, "Thanks 'Kura, I guess you're not as bad as I thought."

Bakura scoffed, "Trust me, Marik, I'm badder than you could possible know."

"Whatever you say bad-boy," Marik said as he walked into the noisy bar. Bakura couldn't help but smile, He was starting to like the name "'Kura.""

Marik was already sitting down at the bar table and Bakura joined him. As soon as he sat down he smiled, the bartender from the last time was here.

"Hey bartender!" Bakura said. The bartender turned around and smiled, "Hey! Haven't seen you guys in a while, so I trust you got home okay?"

"Yeah," Bakura said, "though the kid here doesn't remember what happened." The bartender nodded seeing what Bakura was really saying.

Marik, not getting the hidden message, said, "For the last time, I. Am. Not. A. Kid!" Marik said seething with anger.

"Whatever you say kid, so what'll you have this time?"

"The same thing as last time," Bakura said.

The bartender smiled, "Trying to repeat certain events?"

Bakura's eye twitched, "Actually, I promised that I wouldn't switch the drinks this time."

The bartender looked surprised, "Seriously?"

"That's right!" Marik interrupted, "I made him promise, and apparently, he's a man of his word."

"It's not 'apparently,' it's true," Bakura said as Marik rolled his eyes.

The bartender smiled, "Two drinks, coming up. Try to hold your liquor this time kid." The bartender walked away, and Marik said, "Will I always be called a 'kid' here?"

"That depends loser," said a female's voice behind them.

"Diane!" the two young adults said in unison.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"Long time no see!" Bakura said with a smirk.

"Why are you here?" Marik asked.

"I decided to drink my troubles away, so how was trick-or-treating loser?"

Marik felt his eye twitch and said, "It was actually pretty good, I got a lot of candy and even took Bakura's."

"You didn't take it, I gave it to you. There is a huge difference."

"I can't believe I actually stole something from the Thief King."

Bakura growled, "Say that again, I dare you." Marik chuckled and Diane laughed, even though she didn't get the full joke.

"Not that bad loser, maybe I'll start calling you by your name," she said, "What is your name anyway?"

"Ishtar Marik."

"Ishtar…?" she said in a daze, "I think I've heard of you guys."

Marik froze, "Y-you have?"

"Yeah, yeah! An Isis Ishtar used to work with me in the dress shop."

Marik was silent, "That's my sister," he said quietly. Diane didn't catch the change in Marik, but Bakura sure did. He looked at Marik curiously.

"Yeah," Diane said, "She was a great worker, could only work for a while though, said she was in a hurry."

"When did she work in the dress shop?" Marik asked, trying to hide the desperation in his voice.

"Uh, a month ago I think."

Marik was silent. "Well, I think I'll leave you alone for a while. Have fun eating your candy," Diane said as she left.

Marik stared at the counter, and didn't even look up when the bartender gave him his drink.

"Marik," Bakura asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"My sister…"

"Yes?"

"She knew I'd be here, but how, how? I never showed any ties to Japan…"

Bakura waited for Marik to say more because he knew Marik was talking to himself.

Marik started chugging the drink, but Bakura stopped him, "Slow down, remember the last time?"

"Shut up!"

Bakura scowled, "I was just trying to help."

Marik didn't answer, he didn't even say anything about Bakura helping. He was trying to figure out why his sister was here already, he couldn't have left that obvious a trail, could he?

Marik sighed, "If Isis is here, dad must not be too far behind…" he said quietly.

Bakura understood now. He's afraid his dad will find him… They sat in silence for a while, then Bakura patted Marik on the back and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure your family just heard of vampires here and came back. Besides, if she is looking for you, she hasn't found you yet, and probably never will."

The frowning Marik looked at Bakura, who was smiling. "Come on, put on that dumb smile you always wear."

Marik didn't do anything for a minute, then he smiled a little, "Thanks for caring 'Kura."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"You really are a nice person."

"Not really, just can't stand it when people are sad, unless I cause it of course."

Marik smiled and Bakura felt just a little bit happier, "You really do care about me."

"Whatever you want to believe, just don't expect this kind of thing all the time." Marik sipped his drink, telling himself that Bakura was right. Meanwhile, Bakura was having different thoughts. There's no denying it now, it's obvious I feel something for this boy, but what exactly? Bakura couldn't figure it out, but he decided that he always wanted Marik to be smiling, unless he teased him, then it was fine if he wasn't. Bakura smiled at that, and started drinking.

After a while, Marik was drunk again.

He didn't know his own limit and had drunk to much. He was swaying in his chair, and Bakura looked at him smiling, "At least he can't blame me this time."

He wasn't as drunk as before, but enough for him to talk funny. "Ugh, whys everythin changin colers? Stay green ya dumb bar…" Marik said. He put his head down on the table.

"Looks like someone drank too much," the bartender said.

"It isn't my fault this time. This was all his doing," Bakura said.

"I know, I saw him drink himself to submission."

"Stop talkin bout me!" Marik said, "I may be drunk, but am still a person."

Bakura snickered, "Okay, whatever you say Marik."

Marik looked at Bakura, "Why don't you call me Ishtar?"

Bakura looked at him, "What?"

"You know, yur supposed ta call meh by last name before meh first name. That's how it goes."

"You never complained."

"Yeh, ur right, s'no big deal." Marik took another sip of his drink. "We're friends, rite 'Kura?"

"Um…" Bakura didn't know what to say, "I, I guess so? Why?"

"Jus wondrin," Marik said vaguely. "What happ'end the last time I was drunk?"

"Nothing," Bakura said a little too quickly.

"Friends would tell each other what happ'end when they were drunk, right?"

"He's got a point there," the bartender interrupted with a smile.

Bakura glared at him, then said, "Well, let's just say, you did something weird."

"Was it fun?"

"What?" Bakura said as his heart started beating faster.

"Was it fun?"

"Um…"

"Cause if it was fun I think'll do it again."

Bakura felt his face blush and said, "Okay, time to take you home."

"Don wanna."

"I think you do."

"Tell me what I did first."

"No."

"But I wanna figure out why yur face is red."

"Come home and maybe I'll tell you."

"No, I wanna answer first."

Bakura scowled, "Well, you're not getting one, I'm going home now and I don't even care if you end up killing yourself." Bakura turned and walked out of there without turning back. He was almost back home, when he overheard two people talking.

"I tell ya dude, there's this great bar over this way."

"Really?"

"Really, come on, let's get drunk."

"Ok, I hope we see someone hot."

"Yeah, be even better if they were drunk."

"Yeah, doesn't even matter if their male or female." The two guys walked off laughing. Bakura kept on walking, but soon cussed and turned around. "I swear Marik's doing this on purpose," he muttered under his breath.

When he got to the bar, Marik was already talking to the two guys he overheard talking. They were all smiling and having a good time. Bakura rushed forward and said, "Beat it."

"Hey! We were here first," said one of the guys.

"Yeah! We were just talking to our new buddy Marik here," the guy put his arm around Marik's shoulder and Marik didn't even notice.

Bakura's eye twitched he said darkly and threateningly, "Beat it or so help me I will kill you." You could tell he wasn't kidding. The two guys backed away, "Sorry dude, we'll get out of your hair."

"Yeah! No need to get all psycho on us!" They ran out.

Bakura picked Marik up by his collar, "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you know not to talk to strangers?"

"But they were nice…"

"No, they were going to take advantage of you."

Marik scowled, "Why do ya care anyway? Did't you say I could kill myself and ya wouln't care?"

Bakura looked at him and let go of his collar, "I didn't mean that…"

"Jus leave meh alone. I can take care of myself, I could have easily beat those guys if they tried anythin."

"Marik, you're drunk, you're lucky you haven't hit your head and knocked yourself out."

"Why would you care?" Marik said angrily.

Bakura ground his teeth and said, "Because."

"Because why?"

"Ugh!" Bakura grunted, "Because… because we're friends."

Marik looked at him. Then he said, "Really?" Bakura nodded. "All rite 'Kura, let's go home then."

"Finally. come on," he grabbed Marik's hand and ran out of there. The walked for a while, then Marik said, "This feels nice…" quietly, but Bakura still heard of course.

"What?" Bakura asked.

"You holding my hand, it feels nice."

Bakura had no idea what to say as he felt his face go red. He would have let go, if he didn't fear that Marik would trip and hurt himself or something.

"Can you tell me what I did the last time now?" Marik asked.

"Um, you kissed a random stranger on the cheek."

Marik groaned, "You're kidding me, that's so stupid! At least it was only on the cheek…"

"Yeah…" They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they finally got home, Bakura put Marik into bed and he fell asleep right away. He lay on the bed, so still, so fragile, with his mouth slightly parted, snoring softly. Bakura gently caressed Marik's face, and then, before he could stop himself, he kissed him, full on the lips. He doesn't know how long he stayed there, all he knew was that once he stopped, he wanted more. But instead of doing what he wanted for a change, he sighed and got up from the bed. He stared at Marik, expecting his face to look the same. However, his face was now smiling slightly, and he murmured one word, " 'Kura…"

Bakura felt his heart practically melt, he walked quietly to the door, and right before he closed it, he whispered, "Happy Halloween Marik."

(1): I read somewhere that cat's actually can read in color, so I wasn't lying or anything, unless that book was lying to me…

(2): For those who don't know, kohl is an ancient eye cosmetic that is used for eyeliner and mascara, it is worn mostly by women, but some children and men wear it as well. For more information, look it up. I actually never heard of this stuff until I read it in a different fan fiction, so don't feel bad or anything.

Okay! I hope you all enjoyed the Halloween special! I know I sure did XD This is my longest chapter, I'm so happy! ^^ But now I have to make the Christmas special even longer… =) Any ideas? I'll gladly take suggestions.

Also, I was thinking of terminating the Yugi+Anzu relationship (don't know what shipping this is) and replacing it with Yami+Yugi (puzzleshipping.) I have a way to do it, tell me if you guys would like that :)

I was originally going to post this chapter tomorrow, but since I went to a Halloween party yesterday, and I'm going trick-or-treating with my friends tomorrow, I decided to be nice and post it today ^^ I wish we could go trick-or-treating at night like in my story… Ah well.

BTW, When I originally posted this story, I didn't think making Marik drunk was going to be a regular occurrence… If anyone wants me to stop making Marik drunk, please tell me, and I'll try to stop.

REVIEW REPLIES!

MimeGirl69: Lol, you thought Marik tried cooking again? That's pretty good, and thanks! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

ANYWAYS! See you next time! Now I should really do my homework… XD

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! AND DON'T MAKE BETS YOU CAN'T WIN!