AGKamon: Hi! I'm back!
Marik: Me too!
Bakura: ...Get the darn chapter started...
AGKamon: Why are you being so difficult?
Marik: Just ignore him. Kayla's arriving here at the end of the chapter. He'll be too busy after that. I'll do the disclaimer if you don't mind, AG?
AGKamon: I don't mind at all Marik, thank you.
Marik: No problem. AG here doesn't own, me, Bakura, or anything else related to the Yu-Gi-Oh! franchise. But she does own her crazy little OC, Kayla Kossori.
Bakura: Crazy is one word to describe her. Start the chapter. Now.
Bakura's P.O.V.
"So when do you think our little spy will be back?" Marik wondered as we sat on his boat. I shrugged silently. It had about three hours since that girl had left to spy on the Pharaoh. I didn't care whether she came back or not, as long as she didn't tell anything we'd told her to anyone else. Especially the Pharaoh.
"I can't believe that girl was able to spy on everything we did for a month and we had no idea," I said. I should have detected something was following us earlier; why didn't I? This girl was too good at this for her own good.
She said the police wouldn't arrest her, even if she was caught. I wonder why she has such immunity...? Maybe it involves the fact that she also spies for them and the villains of the city. Perhaps she's worth too much as an ally for them to care what she does...
"I wonder how long she's been spying on people…and burning things, stealing, and setting off explosions. She's quite good at what she does."
"She already said she's been at it for five years," I replied, rolling my eyes.
Why did I remember that? I don't care about anything unless it benefits me, how does the fact that she's been causing trouble for five years help me in anyway?
"Hey boys, what did I miss?" a familiar, female voice shouted from above us. Marik jumped in surprise and looked up. There, standing on the top of the boat, was the very girl we'd been discussing.
"How long have you been there?" I questioned, not bothering to look at her. It didn't surprise me that she'd spied on us again.
"An hour. I could've watched the two of you longer, but I went back to my place to gather everything before my landlord noticed I was moving out, found all the bomb-making materials, fire-starters, and stolen items, and called the cops. That would've made the first time I was caught, but I'm not taking the chance. Even though they wouldn't arrest me anyways," she answered, tossing three medium-sized suitcases down to us. One brown, one red, one blue.
"The brown one is filled with my stuff, so don't touch it. The red one is stolen…stuff that I really have no use for, but felt like stealing something. The blue one is filled with bombs, bomb-making stuff, and stuff for starting fires. I wouldn't suggest touching that one either. Although, the red one, you're free to go through. You might find some use for some of the stuff in there. Now…where do I stay?" the girl explained. I was strangely curious, and popped open the red suitcase, instantly surprised at how full it was, but it was nothing compared to how much I used to steal in the past. This girl said she'd been stealing for five years, this was it?
"I thought you said you'd been escaping the police for five years…? This is all you have?" I said, a hint of a mocking tone in my voice.
"Actually, I pawned two suitcases full of stuff like that a few weeks ago. Taking up too much space for my liking. So, Marik, where should I put my stuff?" Marik sighed at the fact he was going to have to keep her on his boat. I almost pitied him, keeping that girl on his boat for who knows how long.
"Follow me," he replied, entering the boat with her in tow. She'd convinced him to carry her remaining suitcases. I returned my attention to the suitcase.
Two more of these? I might actually be slightly impressed with this girl. And that's a difficult feat to accomplish. It was filled with mostly clothes, both women's and men's, strangely. There were a few expensive-looking pieces of jewelry toward the bottom of the case as well. I studied them.
She has expensive tastes…
"Impressed with what you see?" the girl's voice rung out from behind my ear again.
"How did you even install this device without me knowing?" I asked. I heard Marik's voice talking to her in the background.
"You're a heavy sleeper, you know that, Bakura? So are you, Marik," she taunted, giggling to herself. I heard Marik shout something that sounded like 'WHAT?'.
"You snuck into my house while I was sleeping and installed this?"
"Indeed I did. Also, you might find a few of your things in that suitcase. I couldn't resist!" she replied before the sound stopped. I looked toward the bottom of the case again, only to find a couple of my other half's belongings there. I left them there; they belonged to my weaker half, and therefore, I had no use for them.
This girl is different, that's for sure.
"Hey Bakura!" the girl exclaimed a few minutes later, jumping into the chair Marik had previously been seated in.
"Get out of that chair!" Marik ordered.
"Ya know, I don't think I will," she remarked, interlocking her fingers behind her head and leaning back in a relaxed manner. Before Marik noticed the empty chair that I had been sitting in before I started looking through the case, I stood up and sat back down in it. I simply couldn't resist.
"I believe you're going to have to settle for standing," I said as I glanced at Marik's expression. He was fuming and I managed to catch her winking at me out of the corner of my eye.
"Why are you encouraging her?" Marik exclaimed. I shrugged.
"I'm not. I simply find your over-the-top reactions to such small matters to be quite amusing. So…uh, Kayla, was it? What could've possibly happened to you that-" I started, she interrupted. Normally, I would've sent someone to the Shadow Realm for interrupting me while I talked, but once again, I was strangely curious about this girl.
"Nothing happened. I had a normal childhood, only child, but normal. However, when my parents discovered all my problems when I was eleven, they wanted to send me off to the loony bin. I ran away so I could stay free, starting fires, making things explode, and stealing things I needed and things I will never use most of the way. That's my story."
"That's...simple. How weird," Marik commented.
"So anyway, half the clothes in that case I will never use. Go through it and see if you two will wear any of it."
"You mean the men's clothing?" I questioned.
"Yea, I wanted to see if it was easier to steal men's than women's. They're the same, who knew?" she replied. I shook my head in disbelief while Marik crouched next to the case to shuffle through it.
"You stole all of this?" he said in surprise.
"That's everything over the last two months actually. I sold everything else." I raised an eyebrow again at the girl.
"So if you ran away at eleven and have been stealing for five years, that makes you sixteen. Correct?" I inquired.
"My birthday was yesterday, I'm seventeen actually. I celebrated by blowing up a fire hydrant!"
"I heard about that, they say you flooded a couple blocks," I noted.
"Why do you blow up the strangest things? Wallets? Fire Hydrants?" Marik questioned, apparently finding something he liked as he held up a piece of clothing to see it better.
"It's fun. That's all, I'm thrill-seeker." She shrugged dismissively, "although, Marik, you wanting to take over the world and be a Pharaoh. My tastes in activities are not that weird compared to yours."
"Don't forget I could make you into my mind-slave if I wanted! With my Millennium Item…where is it?"
"Check my room. I think I snatched it; it doesn't concern me. I just wanted to see your reaction." Marik sighed angrily and retreated to the inside of the boat.
"Why did you spy on us, of all people?" I wondered.
"You had an interesting look to you; I could tell I'd get somethin' interesting outta ya. Were you a thief at one time?"
"How did you know?"
"You've got the look of one. I just know. We should go stealing together sometime, it'd be fun and I'd get more stuff."
"I don't steal very often anymore, haven't in a long time. I've gotten too busy."
"That's too bad, it's a real stress reliever!" she replied. I glanced over and saw her press something behind her ear, probably the device she uses to communicate with us.
"Marik, did you find your…whatever-it-is yet? …no? I coulda sworn I threw it beneath the bed with my…Marik, do not go under the bed! …why? It's where I stored all my bomb stuff, so don't touch it! You're asking why I'd store something I stole from you with my bomb materials? I don't really know the answer to that myself. Just let me get in there and get it for you…what do you mean you don't trust me to not blow up the boat? Do ya really think I'd blow up a boat, while I was still on it? Yes, that was a dumb thing to say, glad you agree." She got up at that point and walked toward where Marik probably was. I sighed. This girl was a strange one, that's one thing that's certain.
Kayla's P.O.V.
"Okay Marik, how badly did you mess up the room I just set up?" I questioned, peeking into the room he'd given me. Surprisingly, it didn't look any different. I found the blonde standing quite a long distance away from the bed, staring almost, fearfully at it. Smart boy. I leaned down, peeked under the bed, and saw a glint of gold.
"There we go, just as I thought," I said, pulling it out and holding it out to the young man. He grabbed it roughly from my hand, luckily, I had been wearing gloves. Otherwise, one of the sharp parts of it could've scraped me.
"I apologize Marik, but kleptomania is the compulsive urge to steal. You're going to have to deal with it, but if it's anything, I'll try not to steal that…thing again. Better?" I, at least, knew when to apologize. Even if I wasn't completely sane. Then again, who is?
"Whatever," he snapped. The tanned boy seemed surprised that I'd apologized, even shocked at the thought.
"You didn't think I'd apologize, did you?" I asked, he stayed silent and I took it as a 'yes'.
"Just 'cause I'm a little off in the head, doesn't mean I don't know when to apologize and back off. Whatever that thing is, you don't want me touching it. I'll try my best to respect that; in return, respect my terms of privacy. Which means: don't go through my stuff without my permission. Deal?" He still stayed silent until he agreed with a single word:
"Fine."
A Few Weeks Later:
"It's about time you got me involved in one of your schemes!" I complained to Marik. He glared at me from across the table we were discussing our latest plan at. It had been weeks since I started hanging around with Marik and Bakura, and they finally devised a plan that I could be a part of.
"Anyway, Marik, care to explain your plan that I'm sure is just brilliant?" Bakura remarked. I smirked at the obvious sarcasm, and the smirk grew wider when I realized that Marik didn't get it.
"Since your other half is friends with the Pharaoh and his friends, Bakura, we are going to use that to our advantage." The two had explained the whole story with the Millennium Items, and the spirits taking over their host's body stuff some time earlier. It was fairly simple to understand if you had a mind that was open to new ideas; I happened to have such a mind.
"Especially since your so good at acting like him too," I added. They'd stopped questioning the extent of my knowledge of their lives a while ago. I knew quite a lot about the pair.
"Go on Marik," Bakura ordered.
"I say we put Bakura in some sort of dangerous position, and use that so Kayla and I can earn the trust of the Pharaoh. Or at least a few of his friends."
"You mean, injure him and we act like the heroes by 'saving him'?"
"Exactly."
"Who said I agreed?" Bakura questioned, narrowing his eyes at us.
"….And you don't? Because I was planning on acting like your girlfriend to make it more believable. I've always wanted to use those French classes I took ages ago for something!" I replied.
"French classes?" Marik wondered.
"Girlfriend?" the spirit wondered at the same time.
"Yeah. You guys wanna see my totally amazing alter ego?" I asked excitably.
"Why not?"
"We might as well see how much you can change your looks. Maybe I'll agree…probably not though."
"Alright! I'll be back!" I said before rushing off to my room.
Okay, okay…where's my 'good-girl' outfit? I wondered, digging through my things, finally pulling out a set of clothes with a triumphant smile. Then I set to changing my appearance.
AGKamon: Yay! Chapter 3! What's gonna happen next?
Marik: Why does she get to be Bakura's girlfriend?
Kayla: *prances into the room* Originally, I did fall for you, Marik. But AG changed that because she thought my character would fit better with Bakura. Speaking of him, hi Bakura! *glomps him*
Bakura: Get off me, mortal! *attempts to shake Kayla off*
AGKamon: Anyway...who wants to sign out the chapter? I say we find some way to force Bakura to do something next chapter.
Kayla: Oh! I've got an idea for that! *gets away from Bakura and whispers in AG's ear*
AGKamon: That might work...Marik! Please sign us out.
Marik: Alright. Read and review. Also, thanks for continuing to review katz341!