Marik's POV

I am outraged!

Not only did that dastardly soda machine eat my dollar (for which I gave it a kick that it won't soon forget), I only ended up getting two sodas, but on top of it all, I leave my kitties alone for a few minutes and they got all territorial and started fighting! I am feeling outrage of the highest order!

I'm shocked at Ryou's vulgar language! I should have never taught him how to say those words! I never expected he would use them for evil!

"Fluffies! Stop fighting or nobody gets any soda!" I shout at them.

The kitties, also known as Ryou and Bakura, stop arguing long enough to notice the sodas in my hands. I tossed one to Bakura and one to Ryou. "Now stop fighting! The soda commands you!"

I hope those sodas got shook up.

That'll teach them! Muahaha!

Wait, now I have no soda.

I didn't think this through all the way.

Bakura's POV

Cool, free soda!

"Gracias." Ryou thanks him after he barely manages to catch the soda Marik threw to him.

What a kiss up! Gasp! That must be why he got the grape soda while I have this dumb orange soda. Everybody knows grape is better than orange soda. I'll just take it while he isn't looking! Ryou will never see it coming!

Marik looks like he suddenly thought of something he forgot. He looks worried.

"Ryou!" Marik began frantically. "¿Dónde está Waldo?"

"Erm...¿Canadá ?" Ryou suggested.

"¡No digas eso!"

"Es la verdad." Ryou said solemly.

"Noooo!" Marik dramatically fell to his knees and shouted upward towards the heavens.

"What are you crying about now Marik?" I ask annoying but slightly disturbed by the way those two are acting.

"The Canadians have captured Waldo! I have to go rescue him!" Marik jumped up and charged down the path until he was out of sight.

Ryou and I stood in silence for a moment when I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to take what belongs to me: the grape soda. I sneakily reach down to the soda resting in Ryou's hand at his side. I grip it Ryou notices and jerks his hand away. I won't be defeated this easily!

"Give it." I say calmly.

" No, es mi el refresco." Ryou said stubbornly.

"I don't know what the heck you're saying but I do know that that soda belongs to me now." I pointed to the soda in Ryou's hand.

Ryou struck a ninja pose and lifted his hand, using two fingers to motion 'come and get me'.

The kid's growing a backbone. All the more fun for me.

Ryou's POV

He isn't taking my soda. Not if I have any say in it!

Bakura lunged at me in an attempt to tackle me to the ground but I managed to dodge just in time so Bakura fell and landed on his belly in a cloud of dust. I used this as an opportunity and jump-tackled him, landing on his back with an 'oomph'.

Bakura started to growl and before I could do anything Bakura rolled over so I was pinned under him. He pulled back his fist preparing to punch me in the face. I flinched and used my arms to shield my face.

Suddenly all of Bakura's weight disappeared. I opened my eyes to see him gone. I sat up and looked around. Bakura's running away.

I must have scared him... no that's not it. Not that I'm not intimidating! I totally am! But... that isn't why he ran...

When I realized why my jaw dropped. So many emotions being felt at once. Anger, sadness, embarrassment...

That jerk stole my soda!

He isn't gonna get away with this! Or that, I guess if you're talking about the soda itself and not just the act of stealing the soda... Stop getting sidetracked! I sprinted off full speed after Bakura. Dare I say I'm faster than he is! I'm catching up pretty quick!

Bakura was to caught up trying to run without shaking up the soda to notice me coming. You know, it's not even about the soda for me, I actually don't even like grape soda. It's just the principal. I can't let Bakura push me around! So next time the opportunity comes up, I'm going to shove his face in the dirt. Maybe not, I don't really have a death wish... but... hmmm... I'll see what I feel like when that moment comes.

I'm really close to Bakura! So close I jump onto his back which startles him so much he drops the soda. Bakura's pretty mad, to bad he can't really reach me while I'm on his back. I give him a B for effort but it's kinda sad while he's flailing around trying to hit my head he isn't attacking my leg that are wrapped around his waist.

Uh oh, I think Bakura's losing his balance!

THUD

Ow-wee! Bakura fell backwards and landed on me!

I have a suspicion he did that on purpose.

I reached over and grabbed the soda responsible for all this at the same time Bakura did. The tug-of-war begins.

"Fluffies!" Marik's voice interrupts our brawl (if you can call it that). "What? I cannot even leave on a rescue mission without you two fighting? With actual violence this time! Does the commands of the soda mean nothing to you?"

Bakura looked up at Marik. "So, did you find Waldo?"

Marik shook his head sadly. "I couldn't find Canada. But I did find a Canadian! When I confronted him about Waldo he started playing dumb and acted like he didn't know anything."

Bakura blinked a couple times. "Alright then." With that he turned his attention back to the soda and we began to fight our battle for it again.

Marik let out a loud sigh then stomped over to us. The grabbed the soda and threw it behind him with all his might. "If you're gonna fight over it so much nobody gets it!" Marik began what I could tell would be a very, very, very, very, very long lecture. "You two are brothers in fluffyness! You need to work out your issues and use peace and kindness to-" Marik was cut off by an old woman yelling.

"Hey! Young lady in the purple! How dare you throw this soda at me? You need to learn your manners!"

Marik whipped around. "Yo! Old hag! How dare you call me a young lady! You think you're tough or that I'm above hitting old ladies? I think not!" Marik yelled while stomping his way to the old lady.

LATER

Marik was sporting a black eye, a split lip, and several bruises. We put the somewhat cool sodas on his injuries.

"Marik, you really should learn to pick your fights better." Bakura was telling Marik while we sat on a familiar park bench.

"How was I supposed to know she was a nun? Or that her purse has the equivalent of three bricks in it?"

"First off, you could tell she was a nun just by looking at her! You know, nuns are the ones dressed like penguins?"

"Oh yeah..."

Bakura sighed. "Marik, just go home and get your wounds properly treated. I'm going home." Bakura stood up and left.

Marik kept his eyes on Bakura until he was out of sight and earshot. "Okay Ryou, it's safe, you can talk now."

"So Marik, are you sure you're okay?" I ask.

Marik sighed and looked upwards. "Yes! I'm fine! Jeez!"

I worked up the nerve to ask him something that's been bugging me for a while. "Hey Marik..."

Marik turned to face me. "Yeah? What's up?"

"Maybe... you know," I began. "Maybe we should tell Bakura about me speaking Spanish. Or not speaking Spanish I guess."

"Fine go ahead and tell him, but it has to be you. He won't believe me if I tell him."

I started to panic. What if he gets mad? "What? How will I do that? I mean, Bakura hates it when we pull regular pranks on him! How would he react if he found out I did this?"

"I'm not sure." Marik put his finger on his chin while he thought and looked off into the distance. "He might be mad, he might laugh it off, or he might spontaneously combust."

"That still doesn't tell me how I'm supposed to tell him!"

Marik looked at me. "All I can do is offer you is wise words I've been told before: In the future, forwards is a myth." Marik stood up and started running down the path. "Well gotta go! See ya Ryou!"

I sat there confused for a while before I decided I could be just as confused at home where it's also warm. As I was walking I got within ear shot of a man talking loudly on his cell phone.

"So I'm just standing there talking to Jasper," The man was saying. Very loudly. Very obnoxiously. In a very thick Canadian accent. "When this weird guy in purple comes up to me and starts shouting 'What did you do with him?'. So I'm like 'Who?' and he's like 'Waldo! I know you have him!'. So I said to him 'I don't know what you're talking about.' and he screamed 'Liar!' then kicked me in the shin and ran away."

Translations

Gracias- Thank you

¿Dónde está Waldo?- Where's Waldo?

Canadá- Canada

No digas eso- Don't say that

Es la verdad- It's the truth

No, es mi el refresco- No it's my soft drink

About the Canada and Waldo thing, if you look on Google earth you can find a building in Canada with Waldo's face painted on it. So it's like a giant 'where's Waldo' and Waldo is in Canada.