AGKamon: Welcome back! *waves excitably*
Bakura: *mutters* Why did I get stuck here?
AGKamon: Anyway, I am extremely proud to say that this story has already gotten a review. So I thank you katz341 for taking time to review, and I did update soon. Don't worry about how good your review is, I'm just happy to get one since I almost never get any.
Bakura: Start the chapter already.
AGKamon: I really need to get Marik in here; he'd be nicer to me. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Bakura, or any character in here besides my OC. The first part of the chapter is in the OC's point of view, then you'll know when it switches to Bakura. Also, you'll get to learn the OC's name in this chapter, isn't that great?
Bakura: Sure, whatever. Start the chapter before I have to threaten this girl with another trip to Shadow Realm.
I peeked out of the quiet alleyway, hiding in a building's shadow while I watched my prey. Both were young men; they were probably around my age of seventeen from their looks, give or take a year. I'd been watching and listening to them for the past month; I had nothing else to do. No criminals had given my any jobs, and the police or an investigator haven't called me up either. I had discovered that the psychiatrists were right a long time ago, but I'd just given in to my urges. So I'd commonly steal, set fires, or blow things up. However, even if the police caught me, I'm too much of an asset to them for them to throw me in jail. But I hadn't gotten any jobs, and I felt no urges, so I was bored and decided to spy on these two. Unfortunately, I was finally getting bored again; they hadn't done anything interesting yet! But, I knew many ways to excite my prey, and I won't leave them alone until I get something for all the trouble I've gone through to follow them for this long.
Grinning at my own plan, I ran back through the alley and popped out on the other side, a few feet away from where I was previously. I was also on the other side of my prey.
Perfect. Innocently, while the tanned, blond one had his back turned away from me, I snatched the wallet I'd spotted earlier out of his back pants pocket, and neither of them knew the wiser. What would be the fun if they didn't know? Exactly, that would be absolutely no fun, so I made sure that one of them would notice the disappearance of the wallet.
"Hm?" I heard the blond hum. He checked his pocket and shouted, "What the he- where's my wallet?" I stifled laughing at his over-the-top reaction. This was certainly heating everything up. I noticed the white-haired, surprisingly pale once looking at me suspiciously. Just to add to the fun I was having, I waved the wallet in the air at him as I strutted back toward the alley where I'd been watching them from before.
"That was great!" I whispered excitably, making sure to not be too loud. Then I took the money (and everything else) out of the wallet and placed something else inside. Now I just had to wait for them to find me.
Yes, this was getting much more interesting...
Bakura's P.O.V.
I listened to my, uh, 'accomplice' babble on about his plan and what he wanted to do with the Pharaoh's power, blah, blah, blah. In reality, I was barely hearing a word his said with that annoying voice of his. I really didn't care about his plans (or him for that matter), all I cared about was the Millennium Rod he possessed and getting it for myself. However, something was even distracting me from that; there was a presence nearby that had me slightly concerned. The only reason why it bothered me at all was that I had been sensing it quite often recently. Was someone following us?
"Hm?" I heard Marik say. I saw him check his back pants pocket and then ask, "What the he- where's my wallet?" I raised an eyebrow and glanced around. Someone caught my attention at once, soon, she noticed my gaze as well. She waved the wallet in the air at me before she practically skipped into a nearby alleyway.
Stupid mortal…
"Marik…" I growled, and pointed the girl out to him just before she disappeared. His temper flared as he stormed off to follow her. I sighed and reluctantly followed the Egyptian and caught him with the girl pushed against the brick wall. She looked, surprisingly, thrilled that we'd caught her. Her hair was shoulder-length, dark blue (almost black), and there were two longer pieces on each side of her face that reached her knees. Her eyes (which seemed to sparkling with happiness) were the same color, only slightly lighter. She innocently waved at Marik, while the wallet was in her other hand.
Why does she look so happy? Marik may not be the most threatening person, but who would look so glad to be caught stealing?
"Hey, what'cha need?" she asked happily, grinning.
"Where's my wallet?" Marik threatened.
"Hm, the only wallet I have is this one…" she taunted, blatantly putting the wallet in Marik's sight. He looked even more angry at how easily she stolen his stuff and was now rubbing it in his face.
"Simply take the wallet back," I ordered impatiently. The blond did so and stormed off; I would've followed him, but the smirk that the girl was wearing as she watched Marik leave seemed suspicious. Suddenly, I heard Marik cry out and I looked in his direction. He was holding his hand as if it were in pain, and his wallet was on the ground, on fire. Immediately, I glared accusingly at the girl. She, once again, seemed oddly happy about the whole situation.
"YES!" the girl exclaimed, "it worked! It's about time I blew up a wallet…"
"What about my money?" Marik shouted. The girl pulled a small wad of money and some cards out of her pocket and held them out to the him. Marik snatched them back and was about to walk away again when the girl asked something.
"So what's all your talk about Pharaohs, Millennium Items, and so on…?" Marik froze and looked back at her in shock.
"How the heck do you know that?" he asked.
"I," she pointed to herself, "am a spy who is hired by both criminals and the police. Therefore, I am neutral and help both sides. But, I haven't gotten any jobs that have paid well enough or lasted very long, so I decided to spy on some random people for fun. You two seemed very interesting, and boy was I right! I can't believe I had to reveal myself to you, it's already been a month of spying…" I stared at the girl in disbelief.
"How much did you hear?" I questioned.
"Everything that the two of you have said or heard over the last month."
"And you did this…just because you were bored?" Marik asked slowly. She nodded, as if it was the normal thing in the world.
"Well, I had already set a few things on fire, stolen…stuff, and blown up a few things, I figured I should do something where I don't have the risk of getting caught by the cops. Even though they wouldn't arrest anyways, it would still be an issue. If I'm still bored next week…I'll probably set something on fire…again." I raised my eyebrow again. Was this girl serious?
"What do we do Bakura? She knows…everything," Marik whispered worriedly in my ear. I shoved him away and grabbed the girl's arm. She seemed unconcerned as I continued to drag her toward Marik's boat. We'd keep her there until I figured out what to do with her. Marik would probably make her into a mind slave, and that won't help anyone. Especially me, those mind slaves seem fairly incapable of helping anyone or doing anything right.
"Where are ya takin' me?" she asked.
"Somewhere," I growled.
"Can I set somethin' on fire there? Or blow up more people's wallets?" she questioned. I mentally questioned why she wasn't struggling to get away at all.
"What is your problem?" Marik questioned, grabbing the girl's other arm so she couldn't try anything. Although, I doubt she would've done a thing since she wasn't trying to get away from us.
"I have more than one problem, which one do ya wanna hear about?" she retorted.
"All of them. Why did you feel the need to blow up my wallet?"
"Well, a bunch of quacks said that I'm a pyromaniac and a kleptomaniac. Plus, I have a small obsession with seeing things explode…I think that's it. Oh, and I'm a total thrill-seeker. By the way…any of you have anyone ya want me to spy on? I seriously need some money to buy some more…stuff."
"No we don't-" I started when Marik gave me a look to say to rethink that.
"She could spy on the Pharaoh, Bakura," he suggested.
"There's that stuff on Pharaohs again!" My head was starting to ache. Having to be near Marik for this long was bad enough, but now I had to deal with girl too? I hit the back of her head in an attempt to shut her up. Needless to say, she kept talking.
"What the heck…uh, Bakura?" Great, she knows my name now. Then again, if she's been spying on us for as long as she says she has, this girl probably already knew my name.
"Stop shouting," I commanded, sending a glare her way. She didn't seem to care.
Why isn't she scared at all?
"But shouting is really fun…I can already tell annoying you is gonna suppress some of my boredom. Can I hang out with you guys? Whatever you're planning, it seems like you're gonna need someone like me to spy on someone else . Or at least plant transmitters, cameras and stuff like that. And it sounds evil, which is fun for me. If not…I could find this 'Pharaoh' and spill all your plans to him. But if you kept me on your side, I would have no need to betray you, now would I?" Now she was blackmailing us. This girl knew what she was doing.
"I think we should agree to her terms; we can't have her telling anything to the Pharaoh," Marik reasoned.
"Fine," I agreed, muttering quite a few curses under my breath.
"Blackmail always works!" the girl exclaimed, easily breaking free of our grasp despite her smaller overall size and the fact there were two of us. She then asked, "so names?"
If she's been spying on us for so long, shouldn't she know out names already? Then again…why should I care?
"I am the great Marik Ishtar," my blonde 'accomplice' stated proudly. He then pointed to me and said, "and that's Bakura."
"Well, I am the amazing Kayla Kossori!" I looked at the two of them in disbelief, this girl was trying to say she was better than Marik?
"How are you amazing?" Marik questioned.
"Can you set buildings on fire, steal things, and make things explode for five years without even being suspected by the cops?"
"…"
"I thought not; can you spy on two villains for a month, learn all their plans, and they don't find you until you want them to?"
"…"
"Exactly, therefore, I am amazing while you are just great."
"I have hundreds of mind slaves all over the city, all under my control."
"I can get people to do whatever I want with blackmail after I learn their deepest, darkest secrets. Whoever said knowledge was power was a genius! Now, can we do something exciting so I don't decide to leave and blow someone else's wallet to pieces?"
"Fine, we'll need you to-" Marik started.
"Plant tracking devices and recorders on Yugi," I interrupted.
"Well, uh, I said I'd do whatever you what, but I need to know what you're planning. Who the heck is the Pharaoh and Yugi?" she asked. I sighed and explained everything to her quickly, just wanting to get her out of my hair.
"Great, and this 'Yugi/Pharaoh' looks like what?" she questioned afterward.
"Just look for his absurd hair. It's all spiked in a crazy style, and three colors: pink, black, and blonde," Marik replied. She nodded and sprinted off to find her target.
"Ugh, that girl is going to give me more headaches than you will, I swear," I muttered, rubbing my temples.
"I don't know, I have a feeling she'll be able to assist us, Bakura," Marik contradicted. Suddenly, a soft crackling sound interrupted us, and it was coming from behind my ear.
"What the heck?" I mumbled.
"Are the communicators working?" a familiar female voice asked quietly.
"How did you get these on us?" Marik questioned.
"No time to explain, I found this Yugi-guy. He's alone. Do you just want me to install the tracking device and transmitter? Or should I follow him around for a bit?" Her voice was quiet, as if she was whispering. It was a nice change.
"Just the devices, for now," I answered.
"All right, I'll meet up with you later." The crackling stopped.
"She's good…" Marik commented, trying to find the device that was probably hidden behind his ear as well. He couldn't.
"That barely took five minutes," I said, almost admiring her abilities. Almost, I don't admire anyone.
AGKamon: I love Kayla Kossori's character! She's such an interesting person.
Bakura: Not to mention annoying...
Marik: Hi AG! *waves*
AGKamon: Oh my gosh! Hi Marik! *waves back*
Bakura: I'm surrounded by idiotic mortals. What has my existence been brought down to? I'm being forced to participate in the author's notes of an annoying fanfiction authoress.
AGKamon: Marik! Bakura's being a total jerk to me! What do I do?
Marik: Just wait until Kayla comes into the author's notes; he'll be too busy keeping her in line to bother you.
AGKamon: Can you sign us out, Marik? Bakura made me do it last chapter... *glares at said white-haired person*
Marik: I'd be glad to. Keep reading and keep reviewing! *waves goodbye*
AGKamon: *waves as well*
Bakura: *is contemplating on whether to send them to the Shadow Realm*