Bakura was standing in the middle of nowhere with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. A little way in front of him stood a large tree with a teenage boy trying to climb it. The boy in the tree just so happened to be Marik Ishtar, who was expecting Bakura almost thirty minutes ago and had given up waiting and was now about to give up climbing the tree.
“I’m here Marik. What the bloody hell are you doing?” asked Bakura, making Marik jump and fall from the bottom of the tree. Somehow.
“Jeeze Bakura, don’t sneak up on me like that. Any why are you half an hour late?”
“…I was otherwise engaged.” he lied. He had been awake until three in the morning watching the Card Game Channel and cursing anyone who used a card that the Pharoah had in his deck, which then meant that he slept late and missed 9am which is when he was supposed to have met Marik. Bakura wasn’t fond of mornings like Marik was anyway. He thought this might have been because Marik had grown up underground and never really knew when it was morning or when it was night and just slept when he got tired, no matter what time it was.
“Who were you sleeping with, Bakura?” Marik demanded, trying not to let any hints of jealousy spill into his words.
“No one, Marik. Why do you always assume that? It’s as if you’re making sure I’m not because you want me for yourself or something.”
“NO. Noooooo! It’s… never mind what you were doing! Where is the video camera?” Marik walked towards Bakura and held out his hand. Bakura kept his arms folded. He’d forgotten the camera.
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