A/N: Thank you very much to englisch hilfen. de for providing the Halloween-themed words. ^^

Haunted

"Ryou, are you sure this'll work?"

Ryou rolled his eyes and continued setting up candles. "If you stop talking, then yes. It will."

Bakura eyed the set up appreciatively. "Damn, but who knew Landlord could be so creepy? Is that a human skull I see?"

"It's plastic, Bakura."

"I don't see why we have to have this in a haunted house," Marik said, pouting in the corner. "Couldn't we do it in, like, your basement or something? Or a well-lit kitchen?"

Bakura grinned. "Aw, are you afraid of ghosts, Marik?"

"Considering I spend so much time with you? Yes, Bakura. Yes I am."

"Oh, so now you're making dead-guy jokes? That's real mature."

"Oh look," Ryou said. "It's Edgar Allan Poe."

Bakura and Marik both screamed and jumped under the table. Ryou chuckled. "That never gets old."

Costume

"What the hell are you supposed to be?"

"One of Scott Lynch's brain children."

"Really, Bakura?"

"Really."

"Fine, but if that hat doesn't get us more candy, I'm gonna be pissed."

Jack-O-Lantern

"Malik, that pumpkin's looking at me funny."

"Just ignore it, Marik. It's just jealous 'cause you're scarier looking than it."

"Can I smash its face in?"

"No."

"What about that one over there?"

"The one that has the Pharaoh's face carved into it?"

"Yes."

"Oh, look. I seem to be conveniently distracted. Here's a hammer. Don't let anyone see you."

Magic

"It's magic," Marik whispered in awe, staring at Bakura's hair. Bakura rolled his eyes. "No, it's hair dye."

"Hair die? As in, you killed it?"

"... Which one of us was born five thousand years ago? Because you're really behind."

"Shh! I'm trying to watch this shiny box! It has pretty pictures on it!"

"'Come on, Marik. We're going to go get candy now."

"Candy? I love candy! It's food from the gods!"

"Actually, it's food from the sugar company, but close enough. Let's go scare some little kids."

Pie

Screams filled the air. Lightning flashed. The world shook and collapsed in utter despair as the world realized just how big of a mistake it was to take Marik's pumpkin pie.

Superstition

Marik didn't believe in things like zombies or ghosts. Really. Dead people couldn't come back to life, after all. That would just be silly!

Unless, of course, you counted the Pharaoh.

And Bakura.

And that Shadi guy.

And...

Marik decided that he would hide under his couch this Halloween. Just to be safe. Because he wasn't superstitious. Really.

Treat

The best part about Halloween wasn't the candy. (Although that was good.) It wasn't about scaring the little kiddies into giving him shit. (Although that was even better.)

No, the real fun thing about Halloween, Marik thought, the real treat, was the chance to dress up and pay Bakura back for every single prank that had ever been played on him the year before. That, he thought as he filled a bucket full of water in preparation, was the coolest part about any holiday anywhere.

"Hey, Bakura! Could you come into this room for a second? I've got a surprise for you!"

Trick

'"Trick or Treat?" is such a stupid question," Marik said as he pulled out some eggs from the refrigerator. "I mean, come on! Anyone who knows us is pretty good at figuring out which one we usually pick."

"Quit talking, Marik," Bakura said, "and help me find some more spray paint. That bitch down the street gave me pretzels last year. I want revenge."

Vampire

"Oh, come on!" Marik moaned. "I thought we got rid of him last year!"

"I know," Bakura said, "but it's Halloween. Who knows what kind of damage he'll be able to do?"

Marik sighed. "On my favorite holiday of the year," he said mournfully. I was actually hoping that I wouldn't have to encounter any wanna-be posers.

"Don't worry. We can bake him into cookies and give him out to little kids."

"Bakura, that's sick! At least put frosting on him first!"

Mummy

"Hey, look, Yami—I found your costume!"

"No, Marik."

"Aw, but Pharaoh—"

"No."

Marik pouted. "Spoilsport."