Ryou's POV
Marik has been helping me trick Bakura for a week, but I'm starting to feel kinda guilty about lying for so long. It may have only been a couple weeks (if even that) all together but I still feel guilty. I need to stop being so nice. It's getting annoying. If only I didn't have that stupid conscience. But what if not having a conscience made me like Bakura? What if not having a conscience made me Bakura? I don't think I could deal with having that stupid hair!
Anyways, Bakura, Marik, and I have been meeting at the park for a while and Marik has been acting like my translator. Of course not exact translations because I keep saying stuff wrong but he makes it sound like I know what I'm talking about! I probably will never have the skills to do that on my own, and I'm surprisingly okay with that.
I just got to the tree where I met Marik. Marik told us to meet here but he wouldn't tell us why. I'm worried it involves some sort of prank on us. That's kinda become a regular thing with us, whoever gets to the park first tries to prank the next two. So far I've had water balloons dropped on me, water balloons filled with food, water balloons filled with glue then one with glitter right after, and one filled with dye. All courtesy of Marik. He isn't very creative with his pranks.
Bakura was defiantly not happy with the dye balloon. He had neon green hair for two days! It was hilarious! But then Bakura knocked Marik unconscious, drew on his face with a sharpie, and threw me into mud for laughing. That didn't stop me from laughing at his hair. So he made sure my backpack was also completely covered in mud. I stopped laughing at that point.
Bakura has come up with more creative pranks. Once he even set up one of those net traps! You know the things that if you trip the wire the net pulls up and you get trapped suspended above the ground. Of course I didn't fall for it. I mean, there was a pile of leaves covering it. In a very obvious way. Needless to say, Marik still fell for it.
My pranks weren't the best but not the worst. Although, my prank kinda is the best in a way. I mean, I've made Bakura think I'm Spanish for how long now?
Marik called a truce for today. And Marik doesn't lie... he just stretches the truth. There is a difference. All you have to do is use the right wording with somebody who only stretches the truth. Even Marik isn't dumb enough to break a truce and make Bakura and me team up on him. Or is he that stupid...? You never know with that guy.
Bakura showed up, suspicious, but present.
"Fluffy! Ryou!" Marik called while running down the path towards us carrying a... picnic basket? Where do you even get those anymore? They still make them?
"Fluffy! Ryou! Lookie what I got!" Marik proudly displayed his basket.
"Marik why do you have a picnic basket?" Bakura asked.
"Because Fluffy, in cooking class we made this stuff and I wanted to share it with you guys!"
Bakura and I exchanged looks. Should we trust him?
"You guys don't trust me?" Marik exclaimed. "I thought you guys had more faith in me!" Marik started sobbing.
But Marik cries so often it kinda lost its meaning. He cries when he trips, once when he found a candy bar in the vending machine (he was so happy so I guess it was tears of joy), when he saw a dog running after a Frisbee (it reminded him of some sad movie he barely remembers), when he saw a little kid crying ('sharing the pain' in his words), even when he saw a cloud in the shape of a fish (either he was happy fish finally learned to fly or sad that it was gonna suffocate).
Bakura sighed, "Fine Marik, we'll try your... food." he paused and look at the basket suspiciously. "It is food right?"
"Of course it's food Fluffy, now you and Ryou come and sit down!" Marik laid a blanket down and collapsed on it. "Come hither my fluffies."
Bakura rolled his eyes but sat down with me anyways. I can tell he really hates that name.
"Marik, don't you think the name 'Fluffy' would be better for Ryou?" Bakura asked slyly. Does he really think that he can get out of that nickname that easily? Besides, Marik wouldn't... actually he would.
"You're right Fluffy, Ryou needs a name too! Hmm..." Marik tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I got it! Ryou shall from this point on be known as Lil' Fluff!"
I face palmed. 'Lil' Fluff'?
Bakura wins this round, I'll give him that.
Bakura's POV
That plan only halfway worked. I got Ryou a ridiculous nickname, but Marik is still gonna call me Fluffy! I despise that name! Although, I will always get a little satisfaction knowing Ryou's is even more silly.
Wait a minute... how did Ryou know what Marik is calling him? This seems to be happening a bit. Maybe Ryou is starting to learn English? I mean, you can't really live in a country where English is the language and not at least try to learn it. That must be it.
Of course the food Marik brought out completely shut down any competent thoughts. Marik is a great cook, this only proves his effeminate-ness more. Is that a word? You know what? I don't care, there is food, and I will eat it. Simple as that.
Ryou's POV
My mouth literally started watering when Marik took the food out. It smells so yummy!
"Alright Kitties, there are sandwiches, shish kabobs, fruit salad, grapes, and if you're thirsty, lemon aid." Marik said as he took out each item.
How can such delicious food...? When would he...? Is it...?
I barely listened as Marik kept talking, "I hope you guys like it, I got an A! So the teacher likes it! Or she gives me good grades 'cuz I'm so smexy." Marik laughed at his own joke.
Of course Bakura and I were still mesmerized by the food. When will he give it to us? I'm just gonna ask for some! In Spanish of course, I'm not completely brain dead.
"Quiero comer la torta? Por favor?" I looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes ever just to secure my food. What? You can never be to careful.
"Awww! So cute!" Marik ruffled my hair. Only now would I allow this. "Of course you can!" He gave me a sandwich and I swear I'm about to start crying I'm so happy. And if you're judging me right now, you honestly have no idea how amazing this food smells right now! Plus I missed breakfast and lunch today. I would have eaten it even if it wasn't this masterpiece.
I took a bite of the sandwich and I almost died it was that amazing. It's double decker club sandwich with the bread slightly toasted yet moist, crispy lettuce, and juicy tomatoes. So much more tastes but my taste buds went dead from the pure deliciousness. Truly, this is food fit for gods that us mere mortals are able to indulge in.
That's right, this food is so awesome, it turned me into a poet.
"Does Fluffy want some food too?" Marik looked at Bakura.
Bakura's POV
Of course I want that food! But there's always a price. You see, Marik would never, under any circumstance, tamper with his own food. But making me beg for it would give him satisfaction just as well as a pranks. The sadistic freak.
"Well? Does Fluffy want it?" Marik asked motioning to another sandwich.
I'm not about to cave right away! "No." I stated, crossed my arms, looked the other way, and prayed that I could restrain myself from doing something I'd regret to get that food.
"Oh, that's to bad." Marik set down the sandwich. He reached into the basket again. "Would Fluffy like some homemade fried chicken with the special sauce that looks like blood he likes so much?" He asked again deviously.
I'm at a loss for words. That... Jerk! He knows how much I love that! Grrr must remain strong!... will... slowly... collapsing... n-need chicken.
"Yes." I muttered.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Marik is so cruel.
"Yes," I said louder but still relucantly.
"'Yes' what?" That merciless-!
"Yes... I want... the chicken." You can hear how much it hurts to say this. Hurts my pride at least.
"That's not what I want to hear." What?
The confusion must have showed on my face because Marik elaborated, "You have to say 'Yes, Fluffy wants chicken.' Then you get chicken."
No words can describe how much I hate him right now.
"Fine," No! Bad mouth! Stop saying that! "F-Fluffy... wants chicken." After this is over I'm going to have to go find a hole to crawl in and die in.
Marik on the other hand, looks as happy as a small child on Christmas.
"Was that so hard?'' Marik said while handing me the chicken.
Marik's POV
Yes! I got Fluffy to call himself Fluffy!
And judging by the way Ryou looks like he's in love with that sandwich, it wouldn't be to hard to make him call himself his new name Lil' Fluff.
I'm so creative with names aren't I?
So all it takes to make them like putty in my hand is to bring food? I wonder what will happen when it's dessert time.
None of my food can compare with my dessert dishes.
Heh heh, one day I shall rule the world with my pastries!
TBC
Translations
Quiero comer la torta- I want to eat the sandwich
Por favor- Please.