Marik saw the suitcases again and plopped on the bed. "Oh, goody. Vacation time."
Bakura smiled as he packed his and Marik's clothes into the suitcase. Mau jumped into one of the pieces of luggage and curled up to sleep. Bakura snorted at the cat, and then looked at Marik. "You sound less than excited."
Marik pursed his lips together for a moment. "I like traveling. It's just that I . . . don't really feel like stealing anything at the moment."
Bakura's smile grew into a smirk. "Getting soft on me, Marik?"
Marik gave the carpet a sad look.
Bakura laughed, and walked around to where Marik sat. He plopped into Marik's lap, stole Marik's hands, and wrapped them around his own stomach. He leaned back into Marik's chest. "Japan, Marik, we're just going to Japan."
Marik rested his chin on Bakura's shoulder. "Are we going to steal the Masamune?"
Bakura chuckled and shook his head. "No. We're going to visit Ryou."
"So . . . we're going on a normal vacation?"
Bakura huffed, indignant. "You don't have to go saying it like that. We're simply going to be too busy to bother stealing anything this time."
Marik laughed. "Even after all these years, is it still that hard for you to admit we're going to do something for fun?"
"Marik, shut-up and help me pack."