Ciaossu, denizens of the internet!

First of all, I'd like to thank you people for the nice reviews. I'm happy I was able to entertain some people. Hope you enjoy the second chapter as well!
This chapter is a crossover between Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged and a "how to do a let's play"- guide. Both things do not belong to me.

Note: 'text' is literally quoted from the guide and nyah! is the sound Marik makes in the evil council video(number 3 I believe) right before he says "I am 100% straight! Really!". Didn't really know how else to write that sound.
Also, the guide is from wikihow, if you would like to look at it. You should be able to easily find it, but if you can't just let me know.

When Marik had said that all that was left to do was set up the equipment for his Let's Play, Bakura had thought that the Egyptian knew how that had to be done. That was the impression he had gotten, what with all the confidence. However this was Marik, he could announce everything with confidence. So now the thief felt sort of foolish for ever thinking that Marik knew what he was doing. At least this time he was going about it calmly, for Marik's standards that is. He had even done some research, of which the result was lying in Bakura's lap.

"Okay, tell me what the guide says.", the tanned boy commanded from his position at Steve Laptop, hands hovering over the keyboard, ready to start anytime now.

Bakura sighed, but decided to go along with it; it could prove entertaining after all. " 'Ever see a person on the internet doing what is called a Let's Play?'"

"Of course I have, how the frig would I know about it if I hadn't!", Marik interrupted. Rolling his eyes Bakura continued. " 'Well this is the guide for you, if you want to do the same.'"

"You don't say? Why else would I have looked up that information! You know what, just skip the introduction."

"That WAS the introduction. Now this is st-"

"Then hurry up and tell me what step one is!" The Egyptian once again interrupted.

" 'Find something you're good at'", Bakura decided to ignore the interruption.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?", the chair swivelled around, so he was facing the whitehead. He glared a bit, thinking he had just been insulted, though not really knowing how.

"Step one", Bakura simply said. Marik visibly 'oh'-ed, before the words sunk in and a, to him very natural, conclusion dawned on him. "But I'm good at everything!", he exclaimed.

"Really? How about being hon-"

"So we can skip that one. On to number two!", he enthusiastically spun around again.

"Or letting me bloody finish my bloody sentences...", the thief growled lowly. He began questioning his own sanity for putting up with this every day. But now wasn't really the time to go there again, so he just shook his head to clear his mind and read on. A glint of mischief sparked in his eyes as he scanned the next step's description. Best do as instructed now. He took a deep breath.

" 'BE INTERESTING!'" he yelled as loud as he could, startling Marik and nearly making him fall off his chair again. Much to the whitehead's disappointment, he had managed to hold on to the desk for balance. "What's with the EFF-", he started while turning around again. Bakura didn't let him finish, "There's an exclamation mark.", he stated matter-of-factly, enjoying the Egyptian's obvious discontent of being interrupted. "Well, this step will be a cinch for you as well.", he continued. "Part of it at least", he grinned at Marik's surprised look. The boy was puzzled, had Bakura just complimented him? It was a given that he was interesting but to hear his partner in crime actually say it was strange.

"Exactly!", he proclaimed proudly once he had recovered from his shock.

"Yes. 'Most people will not like a boring Let's Player who hardly talks at all.'", he quoted, "I think you got that covered." Marik merely blinked because before he could retort, Bakura continued, "Now you just need to do something about this 'use your comedic skills' and the 'add information' part and we're all set for step two.", he smirked.

"HEY! I'll have you know I'm a very entertaining guy!" he crossed his arms and glared. He'll probably never learn that his glares were useless. Pouting was way more effective. Bakura thanked Ra that the Egyptian hadn't figured that out yet. He shivered at the thought. It would practically be the same as changing his name to Steve.

"I won't deny that." he replied calm as ever, smirk still in place. Marik just knew he was still being mocked and intensified his glare. A couple of minutes past with them like that, until Marik had had enough, huffed and turned his back to his partner again. "You'll soon see why they call me the PUNisher, Fluffy!" he laughed a little at his own words.

"They don't call you that!"

"My Steves do!"

"They don't count."

"Nyah, shut up! They do! And soon the rest of the world will too! Now be a good kitty and tell me what step three is."

"But, Marik, we have yet to complete step two.", Bakura insisted as innocently as he could manage.

"NO! No, we don't! It's complete!"

"Prove it.", the thief demanded, "PUNish me".

Around the chair went again. If he kept that up the thing was going to break soon. Now that would be another amusing sight. "Fine! I will!"

Bakura waited expectantly as silence filled the room."...But not right now. Look it'll be the first thing I do in my Let's Play, share a bit of info and be comical! So the faster you continue reading that guide, the faster you'll have your proof."

"Comical? Oh, you're a comical relief character!"

"What? NO! Wrong binky-boy! I'm a villain! I mean, do I look like Tristan to you?"

"Luckily for you, you don't. Your voice on the other hand does add to the comedy." Bakura had to actually bite his lip to keep from laughing when he saw the Egyptian's face. He looked absolutely appalled by the accusation. "You! You dare to compare my angelic voice to...to...THAT! The nerve!", disbelief and disgust dripped from his voice.

"Yes, it's to die for.", Bakura managed to answer without laughing, much to his own surprise. The self-proclaimed villain with an angelic voice was fuming by now. He angrily stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. That nearly resulted in another near-death experience for poor Steve Laptop.

"I'll gladly prove it to you right now by once again letting you witness my beautiful singing!"

Bakura's eyes widened. "Really, there's no need." But Marik seemed to pay no attention to him and took a deep breath. "Bloody hell...", he frantically scanned the room for something to distract his partner with. "Look! It's already getting late! If you want to play today, we'll have to hurry up!" the thief tried quickly. That had caught his attention, for he looked at the window and gasped. "You're right! In another few hours the sun will set!" The whitehead couldn't help but laugh at Marik's choice of words. Said boy blinked in confusion and gave a questioning look. "Oh nothing. I think step two has been successfully completed now."

Bakura just knew Marik was feeling victorious as he watched him grin and sit back down. He turned back to the guide and read step three. " 'Find a way to record your videos.'"

"Finally, a step that's useful! About frigging time!", he exclaimed dramatically. A pause followed, in which Bakura stared at the paper in his hands and Marik waited for instructions.

"..."

"It does say where to find those ways, right?"

"I think so, but..." he trailed off as he read the explanation. Or that was what he had planned but he couldn't make head nor tail of what was written, no matter how many times he tried to.

"But...?" Marik pressed, his impatience was back full force again. Then again, did it ever leave? "Just tell me what it says!"

"Fine. 'This could be using just a simple camera or camcorder and record your screen.'", Bakura read in a monotonous voice, masking his confusion. He didn't feel like admitting he had absolutely no idea what some of the words that were about to come meant.

"Well, that sounds simple enough." Marik commented.

" 'However, this is not recommended,...'"

"Why mention it in the first place if it's not EFFing recommended?"

" '...because it tends to leave the screen blurry, especially if the game has a lot of blue and white colour in it, and often with scanlines'" The thief droned on. Marik's face lit up with realization. "I get it!", he exclaimed happily as he hit his left palm with his right fist, like people tend to do when something suddenly dawns on them. The whitehead looked up from the guide, curious as to what it was that Marik had figured out. "It means that a normal camera can't capture you," he pointed at Bakura, " because of your clothes, your skin and that white fluffy hair of yours! It'll get blurry and...uh...what the frig are scanlines?"

Bakura shrugged. Admitting he didn't know what a few words meant didn't sound so bad to him anymore. Not after hearing the Egyptian's 'insight'. He was pretty sure even Mr. Tweetums could've come up with an explanation that made more sense.

"Steve Laptop!", the Egyptian suddenly yelled, twirling around for about the billionth time that day. "You'll give me the answer!" The laptop woke up, having gone to sleep due to inactivity on its user's part. Marik opened Word, convinced that he had a dictionary function on there somewhere, and typed 'scanlines'. He frowned at the screen when he saw a red line underneath the word. "Fluffy, how do you spell scanlines?", he asked over his shoulder. Bakura spelled it out, making Marik frown again. "That's what I typed! This word doesn't seem to exist!"

"Maybe it was spelled wrong in the guide." The thief offered.

"Ah, but of course! I'll spell check it!", and so he did. "I see. I had no idea cameras held such power!" he said admiring, after staring at the screen for a moment. "Scantiness?" Marik jumped when he suddenly heard the whitehead's deep voice right next to him. "Y-Yes. That's what they meant in the guide." He said as he moved his chair a little further away from Bakura before explaining. "In other words, not only would you be blurry on camera, part of your clothes would just disappear."

If Bakura had been holding a cup of tea, he would've probably dropped it. "What!" was really all he could say.

"Yes! It makes sense! That's why they didn't advice me to use a camera, in case you would want to make a cameo in the game!" Bakura wanted to smack his forehead at the ludicrousness of that reasoning, but he had a better idea.

"Oh, I see." He smirked as he turned Marik's chair around to face him. "A half-naked me would be extremely distracting to you," he leant in even closer until they were mere centimetres apart, "wouldn't it, Marik." He purred the Egyptian's name. "I-I- Ba-Bakura...?"

"Yes, Marik?"

"I-STOP!", he yelled as he pushed Bakura away as hard as he could, successfully activating the law of action-reaction. Bakura quickly masked the hurt in his eyes while Marik was busy being catapulted backwards. The Egyptian must've used a lot of force because the chair only stopped when it collided with the door leading to the hallway on the other side of the room. The sandy-blond didn't move from that spot for a while. He fidgeted a bit, trying his best to avoid eye contact. He didn't really like this awkward situation. Bakura noticed the boy blush and mentally sighed. It wasn't because the Nile was a river in Egypt that an Egyptian had to swim in it. About time to crawl on a boat instead and just let it float the way it floats. No reason to fight it, really. Well, maybe next time. For now, Bakura decided to just lift the tension in the easiest way possible. By laughing. Hard.

It worked like a charm. Marik's embarrassment was immediately replaced by anger and irritation. The thief's laughter didn't stop. Seething with anger, Marik got up and took a hold of his chair, glaring at Bakura. "Stop EFFing laughing right now binky-boy or else!", he threatened. It landed on deaf ears however. True to his villain nature, Marik didn't let this slide. With all the power he could muster (and despite what some people might think, that is quite a lot) he flung his chair at his so-called partner in crime. True to his villain nature, he grinned in evil satisfaction, with gleaming eyes, when his victim stopped laughing. However, also true to his villain nature, his joy was short-lived and his violet eyes widened in horror when he saw his chair deviate from its supposed trajectory. Instead heading straight towards his loyal underling Steve Laptop. From the top of his lungs Marik commanded the chair to stop. A futile effort of course and right before the impact he closed his eyes, waiting for the crash, which came a millisecond later.

He slowly opened his eyes to witness the ruin. His desk looked like a complete mess, with his lamp knocked over, the few papers on it scattered on the floor and most important: Steve was gone! Panicked, he ran over to his desk and scanned the area. "Steve, where are you?"

"Marik, calm down."

"Calm down? Do you have any frigging idea how much trouble I went through to-"

"Yes. I know. I was there, Marik."

Marik ignored him; too busy searching under his desk for his beloved laptop. "What if he had a hard drive attack?", he dramatically exclaimed, making Bakura roll his eyes.

"You should've thought about that before you threw a bloody chair at it."

"I was aiming at you!", he yelled as he swiftly stood up again, making sure not to hit his head. Would be a shame to damage such brilliance, wouldn't it? "Now, help me lo-", he stopped mid-sentence and stared at the object in the whitehead's hands. "Ah, you stole him!"

The thief raised an eyebrow at the boy, who was pointing accusingly at him. "Yes, I did do that. I stole it from a store for you. How nice of you to remember that."

Marik went silent, feeling strangely guilty all of a sudden. He looked at the laptop again, noticing that it was completely unscathed. A scowl appeared on his face. He didn't feel like thanking the other, nor did he like being reminded of the fact that Bakura had stolen stuff especially for him. Marik had his own vision on stealing for someone else. As much as he hated to admit it, it meant a lot to him. Other people might think it's wrong, but to him it was a romantic thing to do. So naturally having Bakura of all people do it for him was not to his liking. It gave him unwanted thoughts, thoughts he had no control over and he hated that. He despised having no control more than anything else, maybe even more so than he despised the pharaoh.

Bakura noticed Marik's growing discomfort. In order to avoid another awkward situation, he held out the laptop to him. This time without laughing, smirking or even grinning. His face was completely emotionless. Marik took the laptop, mumbling something barely audible. "You're welcome, partner.", Bakura replied, even though he hadn't really heard what the Egyptian had said, but he could guess. Before Marik could fully turn around to put the laptop away again, Bakura caught a glimpse of a tiny blush on the boy's face. A small smile found its way to his face as he walked back to the couch, knowing he had guessed right.

"Let's continue", he said, guide in hand again.

"My thoughts exactly", Marik concurred. He quickly cleaned everything up, put his chair back on the ground and the laptop on the desk. Once seated, he nodded for Bakura to continue where they left off.

"Let's see...where was I...", mumbling he scanned the text.

"Scantiness", Marik simply said.

"Ah yes, here we are. 'In addition, it tends to constantly autofocus itself.' It's still going on about the camera."

"Well, this is an obvious reason as to why I shouldn't use it. It would constantly be drawn to my midriff and wouldn't film the actual game at all.", Marik happily nodded to himself. Bakura wanted to comment on Marik's immense mood swings, but for now he was just happy that the boy was back to his old obnoxious self that the thief had grown to like.

" 'A more complicated, but more efficient way, is using a Capture Card,...'"

"A what?"

"A Capture Card.", Bakura repeated.

"Am I supposed to challenge my laptop to a children's card game in order to do a Let's Play?", the Egyptian asked incredulous. He knew card games were the answer to a lot of problems but he couldn't really imagine how this was supposed to work. Maybe it was referring to a specific card that he had to insert or something. He picked up the laptop and examined it closely.

"Why is it always a bloody card game?", Bakura sighed. "Why doesn't it ever involve knives?"

"Oh, don't complain Fluffy and help me think of which card could be meant." Marik said as he put the laptop back down again, having located a few slots that might serve the purpose.

"No.", the whitehead flat-out refused.

Marik let out an exasperated sigh and turned around again. "Oh for the love of Ra! Why not?"

"Because you're bound to do something stupid like putting it in random holes."

"I wasn't planning that!", he lied. The thief didn't buy it, Marik judged by the look he was getting. "Well, then what do you think they mean by Capture Card?"

"I think it has nothing to do with a children's card game at all."

"But, it says card, how could it not be a card game?"

"Look, let's just continue reading the guide, it'll probably explain itself." Marik couldn't really argue with that reasoning so he agreed.

"Right. Hmm...blah blah ah! 'is using a Capture Card hooked up to your computer, or a camera with an AV Input recording the game.'"

"Oh so we have a choice! Excellent!"

"You're going to go for the AV thing then?"

"No. I don't want that so-called hero of a pharaoh in my apartment."

"OUR apartment. Wait, why the bloody hell would that wanker come here?"

"Meh, details, don't be difficult now Fluffy. Why? Isn't it obvious why?"

"I think it's obvious that it isn't obvious at all."

"Very amusing. Well, allow the great Marik Sebastian Ishtar III to enlighten you then!"

"Yes. Please do, oh great one", Bakura replied sarcastically. Said 'great one' either didn't catch it or he ignored it.

"AV stands for Anti Villain, in other words a hero, and the Pharaoh is supposed to be one. And if he's going to be here to film then I'd rather take my chances with the cards."

...And now Bakura's forehead hurt. One could write an entire thesis about the workings of Marik's brain and still it wouldn't cover one tenth of it. The result would be an interesting read indeed. Something for teachers, scientists, psychiatrists and philosophers to mull over for the longest of times. Seeing as Bakura was none of those, he didn't bother. He knew it was pointless anyway.

"We'll go with the Capture Card then." He simply said, rubbing his forehead a little. The Egyptian seemed a bit disappointed for the lack of reaction to his truly brilliant deduction, but nodded in agreement nonetheless.

" 'You can use your camera to record your commentary, but it is...'"

"Let me guess, it's not recommended? Why do they keep mentioning useless things!"

" '...recommended to use a program...'"

"Wait, what, now it IS recommended? This guide isn't really consistent, is it?"

" '...like Audacity to actually record your commentary professionally.'"

Marik blinked at this, clearly confused. "You lost me there". The thief sighed, "The bloody camera is not recommended. What you need is a program like Audacity. You'd have known that if you had just stayed quiet and listened instead of commenting on every little thing I said!", he replied a bit angrily, growing a bit impatient with the sandy-blond.

"Hey! I was listening! How else could I comment?", said blond answered smugly.

"That's not what I meant, Marik. Anyway, just keep your commentary skills for your actual Let's Play videos." "IF we ever get there that is...", he added as an afterthought.

"Fine.", Marik huffed, "So Audacity, was it? I think I have Audacity to record my commentary."

"Well, you certainly have THE audacity..." Marik glared a little at this but then smirked, "You know, it's not audacity if it is founded."

"I rest my case."

"Nyah! Just continue on! I have the EFFing program, so there's no need to further indulge in this subject!"

" 'Programs like FRAPS will let you record gameplay on your computer.' End of step three. Finally..."

"Wait, now they mention that? Ah well, at least now I don't have to worry about the cards or having the Pharaoh over. Still they could've mentioned it earlier. If I were to create such a guide I would add a list of things you'd need."

"Well, it does have that."

"What? Why did you withhold this valuable information from me Fluffy?"

"Because all it says is: 'Things you'll need: A way to record your video game and a video game'."

"Oh wow, that's frigging brilliant!", the Egyptian replied sarcastically whilst rolling his eyes.

"I know.", Bakura concurred, "So, FRAPS it is?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, step four."

"Wait what, there's still more?"

"Yes, 'spread the word', oh wait I was supposed to yell that.", He cleared his throat to repeat himself but Marik stopped him. "Don't. My Steves are already on it."

"Step five, and this is apparently the most important step, 'upload your videos'"

"Wow, the guy who wrote this must have an IQ of at least 5. Upload your videos, would've never thought of that! What's step six, buy yourself some cookies to celebrate your success?", sarcasm was once again evident in his voice as he impatiently spun around on his chair. Bakura let out a little laugh at this. "Actually,...", Marik continued, stopping his spinning before he became dizzy, "cookies sound good right about now. Bakura, fetch me some cookies! Go on!"

"I'm not your dog!", the thief scowled. Marik opened his mouth to retort but Bakura beat him to it. "Nor am I a kitty! Get your own cookies."

"But, Bakuraaaa~", Marik nagged, but was still met with a stern "no". The Egyptian pouted and Bakura cursed under his breath. This time however, he was determined not to give in. He pulled his eyes away from the pouting boy and looked at the guide. "That was the final step, by the way. Though there are still tips and warnings." He began reading, hoping it would distract the Egyptian. "I don't need tips.", Marik replied, pout gone. Bakura thanked Zorc for the boy's short attention span. "Warnings?"

"How many?"

"Two."

"Go ahead then. After that, we're done right?"

"Yes. Warning one: 'don't be offensive with your jokes'."

"Meh, people need to learn to handle a joke. Second?"

" 'Don't reveal any personal information, nothing is worse than viewers asking for' and I quote, 'what street do you live in California?'"

Marik blinked, "But I don't live in California!"

"It's just an example Marik. But seriously, don't mention where we live or we'll be sweeping fangirls off our doorstep for the rest of our lives." They both shivered visibly at the mere thought of it. Pushing that mental thought away, Bakura got up and stretched. "Well, we're done. About bloody time, I'd say..."

"Excellent! I can finally start!", Marik exclaimed happily.

"Have fun. I'm going to bed.", he said as he walked away. "Hey, wait! I suddenly remembered! You have to get me that FRAPS program first!" Marik called after him.

Bakura sighed. "Marik, look outside, it's already dark and I'm tired. Good night!" The thief quickly closed the hallway door behind him before Marik could respond.

"Fine, but first thing tomorrow!", the Egyptian yelled. He shut his laptop down and went to his own room to get some sleep as well. Tomorrow, he would finally be able to start this new project of his. He could barely wait!

In his room, Bakura let out a breath of relief as he collapsed on his bed. Even though he had spent the majority of the day on the couch, he couldn't feel more exhausted. His partner in crime could be so tiring at times. ...Most times actually. As he crawled under the covers, the whitehead realized he had just spent his entire day trying to get a game started. First the installation and then that dreaded Let's Play. An entire day...

As he drifted off to sleep, one simple conclusion appeared in his mind.

He really should find himself a hobby.

Yes, cameras were invented by fangirls. Apparantly.

I could've changed the text from the guide to fit better but I found it more fun to write when I didn't, so I didn't.

Any and all reviews are still welcome!

Chibiscuit