In which Bakura's true reasons for being a thief are revealed...
Bakura liked to steal things. Which, of course, is like saying dogs like to bark; it was common knowledge, and bringing up such a fact in conversation earned you worried looks from your companions.
But it wasn't because of the reason most people thought. He didn't steal to prove he could, or because he needed it - he already had enough stolen goods to last several centuries - or to piss people off.
No, he had a much simpler, and much more shocking reason.
"Hey Marik! Check out what I stole from that jewelry shop down the street!" Bakura called, holding out the mentioned object. A golden chain shimmering with small diamond charms, glinting in the dim light of the house.
Instantly purple eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ooh, pretty~" Marik squealed, examining the necklace with bright, childish eyes. Grinning widely Bakura unlatched the back, only to circle it around Marik's neck and clasp it shut.
"There you go. Another shiny to add to your collection." The thief announced, ruffling the blond's hair with a laugh.
Squealing even louder then before the younger of the two threw his arms around Bakura's neck, nuzzling his hair enthusiastically.
Bakura stole because there was nothing that made Marik happier then golden objects that glinted in the sunlight. And nothing made Bakura happier then a happy Marik.
....or sex. But that went hand in hand with a happy Marik.
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