How Does the Evilocity Idiots get out of this? (Ch. 2)

...Would he really kill me if I told him...I must know!...

Inside Wal-Mart's meat freezer

For a split second, Marik stared into those eyes, the eyes full of hatred, angst, and extreme sorrow. But those eyes, they were once again full of the lust of a blood-thirsty, homicidal pschyopath.

Bakura Get off of me! (pushed Marik off and ran to the locked door) Damn! It's locked! Hey! (banging on the door) Can anyone hear me? Let us out!!! (stopped and turned to Marik) Well whoop-de-freakin' DO! What do you have to say for yourself?

Marik: Don't blame this on me-

Bakura: You're the one who PUSHED ME! (started to shiver) Grrr…why is it so cold in here?

Marik: It's a meat-freezer, DUH!

Bakura: Don't get smart with me, now give me your jacket.

Marik: No! Why should I?

Bakura: 1. Because my blood is thinner than yours-

Marik: That's because you don't see me drinking my own blood-

Bakura: 2. You owe me for putting me in here anyway-

Marik: I didn't lock the door-

Bakura: 3. I'll kick you're a$$ if you don't, now give it here!

Marik: It'll be better if we huddle together to stay warm. (held out his arms)

Bakura: I'd rather freeze to death than let your gay a$$ hold me. (leaned on the wall and tried to get himself warm)

Marik: Fine, be that way.

30 min. later

(A/N: 'cause I'm lazy and I don't fell like typing like they're shivering, use your imagination)

Marik: (saw Bakura shaking like a leaf) Bakura, you're turning blue, please-

Bakura: Since when you started to worry about others?

Marik: Are…you mad at me?

Bakura: Can't say that I'm not.

Marik: (t: Why is he so mad? Yeah, I got us locked in here, but usually we'd be doing something stupid or destructive right about now, but instead he's acting like he hates me as much as that baka Pharaoh. What did I do? thinking even harder Why bakura? I thought we were the best of friends? The Destructive Duo? The Evilocity Idiots? … … …And now…you won't even talk to me…) Bakura-

Bakura: Look Marik, just shut u-ah-choo! Great, now I'm catching a cold. Move over. (snuggled up to Marik) Don't even try to enjoy this Ma-ah-ah-choo! (glared at Marik) Just, shut up.

Marik: Ba-

Bakura: What part of "shut up" you don't understand? Damn!

Marik: (t: Why does he hate me right now? What did I do to him? t.e.h Dang, with all this thinking I'm doing, I could be a proffessor! But seriously, if he wants to be a bit# right now, I won't provoke him…but then again, I can't even get mad at him…)

In that cold, freezing, impenetrable fortress of oncoming death (i.e the meat-freezer) Marik starts to daydream about the pale tombrobber…

There they were, the two of them, staring into each others eyes. Bakura, his snow white hair shining in the moonlight, a playful smirk upon his thin lips. "Marik, how come you never told me?" … "I…I thought that you wouldn't agree." "Silly little boy, why would you think that?" "I thought you weren't like me…that you are not what I am" "Marik," "Yes?" They both moved closer, lips just barely touching, when Bakura whispered as he grabbed Marik's lower waist, "Do you want a banana?" "What?"

Bakura: Get your fuc& banana off me, jacka$$ !

Marik: Huh? (as bakura got up, Marik looked down to noticed that he was, well…YOU KNOW…)

Bakura: You were daydreaming about me, weren't you!
Marik: No I wasn't!
Bakura: That's a lie and you know it! (turned around, back facing Marik) Horny a$$ bastard.

Marik: (t: Damn, I did it again! And now he knows I do it! Wait-that dumba$$ !) Bakura-

Bakura: I said don't talk to me!

Marik: I just realized that you had the master key to get us out.

Bakura: I thought I told you-(blinked stupidly) Wait-what?

Marik: You got the key. Now if you would?
Bakura: Oh, stuff I-ah-choo! (grabbing the key) Dammit, we've been in here for an hour for no reason! Ah-choo! (opens the door) Thanks to you, I won't be out for a while. (mumbling to himself) That punk is probably gonna hide all of my dynamite, lock up my chainsaw AND sledgehammer. Hell, I'll bet he'll even hide my imported Chinese illegal fireworks…

Marik: Be like that, yo' a$$ just lost a ride! (walked out of the store and waited for the valet to bring his motorcycle around. Wal-Mart got everything )

Marik's POV

Punk bastard. Gonna blame everything on me (even though I did cause it) and leave without me (even though I'm the one who left him) … … …Now I feel sorry for him, and I wanna go back and give him a ride…Crap, why am I so soft? Maybe I'm spending too much time with that gay punk of a tombkeeper. Honestly, how can you claim that you're not gay when your screename is "TeddyBears'R'Us"?…Damn.

Bakura's POV

Bakura: (while walking through the parking lot choosing the car he's going to steal) Punk bastard. Getting me ah-choo! Locked up in a damn meat-freezer, making me cathc a-a-ah-choo! sniffs …cold, damn him! (disabling the alarm on a red convertible he's chosen) Ryou's gonna be furious! Ah-choo!…Listen to me…(hotwiring the car and drove out even though the guy who originally owned the car is running behind him) I sound like that whiny, punk a$$ bit# Malik-ah-choo! And he has the nerve to say he isn't gay (going 100 down the highway) when he calls himself "The Human Teletubbie of Love"? Idiot. Wait-something's wrong. (looks at the controls and sees that they are in Spanish) Who in the hell would drive a Mexican car in Japan?!? (one of the tires burst) Oh fu ! (startd to swerve uncontrollably) Where's the brake? (looked at the hand brake labeled no offense to the Spanish language "El Brako") El Brako? What the hell is "El Brako"? I need a brake! (loked up and saw the 18-wheeler that he was going to crash into) Just my luck.

As Bakura spd toward the 18-wheeler, he past Marik.

Marik: Was that Bakura? What is this fool doing? He's going to crash!…(looked away) Good for his a$$. (t: I hope he'll be okay…)

Bakura: (trying to unhook the jammed seatbelt) Perfect! The one time I wear the damn seatbelt, it tries t kill me! Ah-choo! Sh# ! Unhook you stupid- HONK! HONK! (looked up) Aahhhhh!

BOOM-A-FACATION! CRASHIONESS!

Marik: BAKURA!! (after seeing the accident which by the way went like this: Bakura flew forward out of the car at collision, hit the back of the 18-wheeler, flew backwards, cracked his face on the back of his car and landed on the pavement he sped to Bakura's side and lifted him up) Oh my Ra! His head has been gashed, (lifting his bangs so he can get a better look at the deep cut, which is turning purple and bleeding profusely on Bakura's head) and it's all m fault. I…killed him, just by not forgiving his ignorance…why…why couldn't it have been me! Why Bakura! He was my only friend, the only one who trusted me…why him…oh Bakura…why couldn't it have been ME!!! (a single tear fell down his cheek)

Bakura: (still unconscious, eyes closed) … … … … …unh.. … …

Marik: He's…breathing…he's still alive! Thank Ra he's still alive! But not for long in this condition…I gotta help him!

So Marik made sure Bakura was secured on the motorbike, and sped off in search of help.

Don't know why he's this nice now? We'll find out… … … …or are we…

A/N: The story was originally called "Bananas" but I decided to change it even though it went with the story better. Read on to find out why…