After being dragged around on his motorcycle for about an hour looking for Yugi, Marik finally gave in for the day, seeing that the sun was setting. He pulled into the hotel parking lot slowly, scowling to himself.
"Why'd you give up so soon?" I asked,"You're evil, you like darkness..."
He got off the bike, not saying a word, and, to my surprise, picked me up and started carrying me off to the hotel.
"I have my reasons..."
I blinked at him. He smirked.
"Um.....you.....uh...."
"Shut up, I'm trying to open the door here...would it kill you to lose some weight???"
He finally managed to kick the glass out of the doorframe and step through the jagged mess, earning odd gazes from other guests and hotel people, and lugged me all the way up 3 flights of stairs to our room. Upon which he dropped me.
"Ow, what was that for????" I moaned, getting up slowly to see him staring out the window at where we had parked. I got up and went over to him.
"Is that Bakura?"
I pointed to a small figure approaching the check-in window. Marik nodded.
"Yes, that's him....what does that fool want?? I had plans for tonight...."
I looked at him. Plans...?
"Maybe he just wants a room here..." I suggested. Marik looked at me like i had the intelligence of a pinecone.
"Are you stupid???" he exclaimed in his overly-creepy voice," he wants my Millennium Rod, that's why he's here...."
I snickered. He growled.
"Not THAT rod...."
I burst out laughing and fell over. He glared at me.
"You do have the intelligence of a pinecone...." he sneered, kicking me in the ribs and walking off," I'll be back after i deal with this....inconvenience...."
He shut the door, completely ignoring the fact that my laughing had turned to moaning. I sat up, rubbing the shoe mark on my side, and stared out the window at the parking lot, where Marik's pointy head soon appeared by Bakura.
................
"What do you want?" Marik demanded, walking up to Bakura menacingly. Bakura smirked.
"What do you think I want?"
Marik scoffed.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Well, I guess it is...."
Bakura's Ring appeared around his neck suddenly. Marik immediately pulled out the Millennium Rod and aimed it at him.
"No. You're not getting it. Now get out of my sight!!!"
Bakura just smirked wider.
"You wouldn't dare use that on me...besides, didn't we agree long ago that our Items have equal power...?"
"Yes." Marik snapped. He wasn't going to give in yet.
"Fine then. I'll be going...."
Marik lowered the Rod as Bakura turned to leave, only to be kicked in the chest. He flew back into the wall with a loud crack.
"Never let your guard down, Marik. That's a basic for a Tomb Thief..."
He leaned over Marik and reached for the Rod. But Marik grabbed him before he had a chance to do anything else.
"Well, you just broke your first rule!!!"
Marik hurled Bakura to the ground next to him and got up slowly.
"You want a fight, I'll give you a fight..."
Bakura glared up at him.
"Let's go, then." he said, getting to his feet rather quickly, the winner gets both our Items..."
Marik nodded.
"Sounds fair...not that I care!!!"
He ran at Bakura, who sidestepped him.
"That was pathetic..." he sneered. But Marik, seeing that his plan had worked, spun and kicked him in the side.
"No, THAT was pathetic."
......
To Be Continued
(Will get much more violent...)
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