'there must be a cat at the beginning'

i wrote this last night it's probably bad i haven't written anything in a long time i am sorry.


"Bakura look a kitty!" Marik ran over to the mewling kitten that was sitting in the doorway of an abandoned game shop. He plopped onto the ground and began stroking the cat. He scratched behind the little white kitty's ears and the cat bagan to purr. It moved closer and brushed against Marik's legs. "Look Bakura! Look what it's doing! Isn't this cute! Can we keep him? Please can we keep him?"
"No Marik" Replied Bakura, not at all impressed and actually quite embarresed by his sort-of-friend's behaviour."It's wearing a collar. That means it has an owner. Now get up. It's cold and I want to go home."
"But..." began Marik, picking up the kitty and smushing it into Bakura's face, "he likes you!"
"I said no." Bakura walked away, leaving Marik alone with the cat. He put it down and rushed to catch up with Bakura.

Marik remained silent and with his arms folded all the way home and for a few hours after they got in. He wanted a kitty and he was going to be grumpy until he got one.

"Err... Marik" said Bakura eventually. Marik ignored him. "quiet you is just as annoying as regular you, y'know" Marik turned his head.
"Hmph."
"Are you seriously still angry about that bloody cat?"
"HMPH." Bakura knew this meant yes.
"Marik. If I find you kitty will you /please/ stop this?"
"Yes." he replied and stormed into his bedroom. Bakura sighed, grabbed a jacket and left the apartment. If Marik wanted a fluffy kitty so badly, boy was he going to get one.

From his room Marik heard Bakura leave. Was he really going to get a kitty, he thought? He collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. If he /was/ going to get a kitty, what was his reason? The two hardly knew eachother. They were only living together for evil villain convenience. Whilst deep in thoughts about kitty cats and fluffy room mates, he fell asleep.

He awoke, a few hours later to someone knocking on the door. His room was dark.Outside his window was twilght and he hadn't bothered to turn the electric light on. The knocking on the door came again. Marik rubbed his eyes.
"Who is it?" he asked, sleepily.
"It's me you bloody idiot, who else would it be?" came the voice on the other side. "I've got your kitty riiiiiight here" Marik watched as the handle turned and the door swung open. Outside the room stood, but he didn't have a kitty as he said he did. Instead, he had a plastic bag.
"Bakura, where's my kitty!" demanded Marik. As he did, Bakura swooped into the room and pulled a headband out of the plastic bag.
"Here I am, Marik" Bakura smirked, shoving the kitty-eared headband onto his head and pushing Marik down onto the bed. Marik sat back up again, his mouth wide open with shock.He was finding this attractive. Why was he finding this attractive.  Bakura spun around revealing a fluffy tail tied to a belt look in his jeans.As he spun, the tail brushed against Marik's face. He didn't want a real kitty any more. This was better than a real kitty. He didn't care that this was a little weird or that he shouldn't be loving it as much as he was. He laid back down and let Kitty-Bakura climb on top of him.