Author's Note: Thanks for all the love so far! *hugs*
KD Chapter III: The Internet
Now, Bakura was bored. Marik had forbidden him to go outside, and he was getting (what his hakari would probably describe as) "antsy".
Bakura and Marik sat in the tomb's study. Marik was diligent at work while Bakura was lying upside-down on a couch, counting the cracks in the ruin's ceiling.
"There's nothing to do..." Bakura complained to himself more than Marik whom was busy writing something or another.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" Marik retorted, turning a page in a book.
The yami commanded, "Be entertaining!"
Marik told him without looking up, "I'm busy."
He challenged, "You're just making excuses because you can'tbe entertaining."
"Why don't you entertain yourself?" the Egyptian boy suggested.
Bakura popped his gum and asked, "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
Marik sighed and said, "Figure something out."
The spirit groaned and stood up, making his way over to Marik. He leaned over the tombkeeper's work and found none of it entertaining. Feeling devious (but when wasn't he?), Bakura snatched one of Marik's papers and held it up, saying, "I think I'll keep this."
"Give it back!" Marik ordered, trying to snatch it from the thief's hands. But, Bakura was taller than Marik and easily kept it out of his reach.
"No way, Pansy," Bakura smirked. This was highlyentertaining...
After a few more attempts of trying to retrieve his paper, Marik grew tired and bartered, "If I give you something entertaining, will you give me back my paper?"
Bakura mulled this over and decided he had little to lose. "Deal," he stated, tossing the paper into the tombkeeper's eager hands.
Marik placed the page down on his desk and rummaged through some drawers, looking for the thing he promised would entertain the restless yami.
"It better not be a book," Bakura muttered, crossing his arms.
But, what Marik pulled out truly surprised Bakura.
It was a laptop.
"When did you get Internet?" Bakura cried in shock, picking up the laptop and cradling it in his pale arms.
Marik smiled thoughtfully and reported, "A few years back, but we rarely use it." The dark-skinned boy leaned closer and said in a much more serious tone, "Now, listen up, Kitty. You can barrow this laptop. But, I want it back," he counted off his fingers, "In one piece, unscathed, and not incredibly slow because of the massive amount of things you may download."
Bakura nodded fiercely, just wanting to get his thieving hands on the Internet.
"Okay," Marik sighed as he sat back down to continue his work, "Go entertain yourself."
Bakura didn't need to be told twice. He dashed out of the room, the laptop in his sinister clutches.
A 5000 year old evil spirit had been released onto the Internet world. Oh, Marik, why had you forsaken thee?
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Bakura, being incredibly technologically un-savvy, had trouble even turning the laptop on. Ishizu helped though, teaching the spirit the little bit of computer knowledge she knew. After that, Bakura was released onto the Internet. Oh, the fun the yami had planned...
He started by creating Facebook accounts for old celebrities and posting all kinds of crazy things about them, making sure to stress that they were being held in an asylum and that they were madly in love with their dog.
After that, Bakura registered for a few free subscriptions by using Marik's name and email address. He was sure he'd enjoy sorting through all the spam and activating all the deadly viruses.
Next, via the search engine, Bakura found Seto Kaiba's phone number and prank called him a few times, pretending to be Maximillion Pegasus inviting him to come to Duelist Kingdom in order to help him find his missing bunny, Fluffers.
He also ordered two hundred extra-large pepperoni pizzas to be delivered to the Pharaoh's host's house.
He added infiltrating the Wikipedia page of the Millennium Items and rewrote it, not forgetting to stress that all the items belonged to the devious, legendary, and very handsome Thief King.
Finally, Bakura ran out of ideas. With nothing to do, he walked through the tomb to go get a snack.
Upon entering the kitchen, Bakura (not finding any meat) took a soda and began to walk back to his room.
But, something caught his eye.
There, completely unprotected, just sitting on the table, was a shiny, brand-new credit card.
Bakura had to have it.
He zipped to the table and grasped the piece of plastic in his hands, feeling the power radiating from it.
Bakura had heard of credit cards. He didn't live under a rock... Okay, bad example. But, the point was taken that the spirit new a thing or two about the amazing freedom and power that came when someone acquired such an item.
He needed to use it.
Dashing to his room, Bakura threw open the laptop and began violently searching the Internet for places to buy things.
What is this? Bakura thought as he looked at one of the listing sites.
eBay?
He'd never heard of such a thing. What was a bay and how did it e?
Bakura shook his head and clicked the site, finding a description of it. Apparently, it was like some kind of modern, technological version of a bazaar, a market where you barter. People put stuff up for sale and you could offer up a good price. If they accepted it, you put in your credit card number and bam, you had it.
Credit card number...
Bakura lifted the credit card off the desk where he had hastily dropped it and tilted it towards the light. Sure enough, several numbers were lined up on the card. It was like a secret code to get free stuff!
What idiots! Bakura thought as he searched eBay, These people are practically giving things away because they take these fancy credit cards!
The thief demonically laughed and began purchasing several things he didn't need and would probably never use. But, it was free, right?
Bakura felt as if this credit card was the answer to all of life's problems. How fortunate he was to have found such a treasure lying around and-
"Bakura?"
Said person jumped at his name and turned to see Marik. Bakura growled, "What do you want?" upset that Marik had cut into his joyful discovery.
"I just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing," Marik alerted, slightly intrigued that Bakura didn't seem at all interested in anything but the laptop in front of him. He added, "By the way, what are you doing? You've been awfully quiet."
Bakura immediately slapped down the laptop screen and snapped, "None of your business!" He was not about to have Marik ruin one of the more pleasurable experiences he had had in the present. They were rare and delicate, making Bakura protective over his moments.
"Com'on..." Marik sang, "... Let me see." He shifted closer to Bakura.
"Get away from me, Creampuff," Bakura ordered, hugging the laptop to his chest, ready to bolt.
Marik lifted an eyebrow at this and observed, "You look suspicious..."
"When don't I?" Bakura countered, edging closer to the door.
Deciding that he didn't want to get on Bakura's hit list, Marik shrugged and said, "Okay. You can keep whatever you're hiding a secret. But, just know this," he turned towards the door and narrowed his eyes at Bakura from over his shoulder, finishing, "I'm watching you."
He backed out of the room.
"Mental tombkeepers," Bakura muttered the nickname he'd adopted for his new "family".
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Ishizu ran into the study, panting hard.
"What is it, sister?" Marik inquired, standing up from his desk.
Ishizu caught her breath after a few moments and was able to exclaim, "Our credit card! It's missing!"
"Are you sure?" Marik asked, "Where did you last leave it?"
The Egyptian girl walked through, "Well, I was using the card to purchase some new things for cooking, so I brought it with me into the kitchen to write a list of what I needed to buy... I most likely left it on the kitchen table, but I already checked there!"
"Well, maybe Odion found it," Marik suggested with a shrug, "Let's go ask him before we jump to any rash conclusions."
Ishizu nodded and followed Marik out of the room on his tail.
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"Sorry, Master Marik, Ishizu, I haven't seen the credit card," Odion replied to their frantic questions truthfully.
Marik tapped his finger on his chin and contemplated this. He thought aloud, "Well, obviously, nobody came into the tomb and took our card..."
Ishizu finished, "- So, that only leaves one suspect..."
The three Ishtar family members all looked up at the same time and named, "Bakura!" simultaneously, spitting it out as if it were acid on their tongues.
They sprinted to the room they had given the yami and found him dead asleep, lying in a heap on his bed, his head resting atop the laptop.
"Let's search the room for the credit card," Marik told his sister and brother.
"Right," Ishizu and Odion agreed, beginning to look.
They checked drawers, under the bed, next to the sleeping spirit, everywhere, but they still could find no trace of the missing card.
"Maybe we wrongly accused Bakura..." Odion brought to the attention of his siblings.
"I doubt it," Ishizu looked over Bakura's sleeping figure suspiciously, reminding them, "He is the legendary Thief King..."
Marik sighed, "Well, we have no evidence, so let's go check the rest of the tomb before we drag Kitty out of his bed."
"Fine," Ishizu reluctantly agreed, following her brothers out of the room, not knowing that her credit card lied under Bakura's pillow where the experienced thief knew he could keep it safe even in his sleep.
Author's Note: Had to stop there. Bakura Strike Count: Still 1. For now...
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