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This chapter had been giving me trouble for a while because it wasn't very well written and it was boring, but I changed it up and added to it. Hope you like!
Anyway...let's get right into it!
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia, the fanfiction site, Bakura's hair (I wish!), the British language, or any of the character/trademarks in those. I DO, however, own a Hetalia shirt.
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Several minutes later, Marik reemerged from his room and exited the hallway. There, he found Ryou and Bakura by the front door. Ryou was backed up against the door and Bakura was several feet in front of him. The two were facing each other. Ryou looked like he was trapped, and Bakura looked like he would try to tackle Ryou if he tried to make a run for it.
Marik recognized the look in Bakura's eyes as the one he had whenever Ryou was in trouble...
Ryou's eyes were wide. Then he spotted Marik. His terrified gaze met Marik's questioning one. "Marik! Hand me your Millenium Rod! Now!" he shouted frantically.
Bakura glanced behind him, at Marik. "Why the frig..." Marik murmured. Then a moment later, he said, "oh I see..."
Bakura turned back to the door, where Ryou wasn't standing anymore. He had run off when Bakura had glanced at Marik. "Hm...very clever, hikari. But I'll find you anyway!"
He was right; it wasn't a very big apartment, so Ryou would eventually be found. The only place he could possibly hide would be in his room, and Bakura could easily get in there.
So the question was...where would Ryou hide?
"Marik, I'm going to check our soul hallway. You let me know if—"
"No. I don't want to do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to help you with whatever you're trying to do to Ryou! Come on, Bakura! He's your hikari! Be a little nicer to him. Hasn't he suffered enough in FDtBE? Between being almost scarred for life, being exposed to too much thiefshipping, and seeing you torment one of his fangirls, I think he's had enough stress and torture for a whole week. Stop wasting your time on him. Please?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "You're not siding with him against me, are you?"
"Of course not! I'm just not siding with you against him either."
Bakura sighed. "Fine. Don't help me then. I'll find him myself."
"Could you not?"
"Why?"
"Because! I don't see the point! Why are you after him anyway? What did he do?"
"It's none of your business. It has nothing to do with you and you don't need to know."
"Well I want to know." Marik held up a hand in the direction of the TV, which was still paused halfway through the episode of Hetalia he and Bakura had been watching only minutes ago. "He interrupted a perfectly good show! And this is a really good episode!"
Bakura's eyes widened in realization. "Oooh. I get it now." He smirked. "You're jealous."
"Jealous?" Marik echoed. He pouted and folded his arms. "Of what?"
"Of Ryou. You're jealous of how much attention I'm giving him, even if that attention is negative. Don't deny it. I can tell."
"Hmph." Marik turned away from him and looked at the TV.
"Marik, you really shouldn't envy the attention I give him," Bakura said softly.
"Maybe I have a right to," Marik countered. "Whenever something comes up with him, especially this past week, you drop whatever you're doing with me and go do whatever with him. It pisses me off. Before he started living here, it was the other way around!"
"Marik, don't think like that. It's only the first week. Things should—"
Marik turned his back to Bakura. "You know what? I don't care. Do whatever you want to him. Like you said, it's not my business."
Marik walked into the kitchen to get something to drink.
Bakura watched him for a moment. He sighed, then headed into the hallway to look for Ryou.
Things get interesting next chapter, at the very end. You'll see!
See you next chapter!
BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!