I looked at the reads for this. OVER 150 in literally A WEEK. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS. Thank you SOOOOOO MUCH! I wanna give you all hugs! (But not Melvin hugs. Unless you'd like Melvin to hug you, I could arrange something.)

"So, I said to him, 'Only a fool picks a fight with the Pharoah!'" Yami smiled and everyone but Bakura and Marik laughed.

"It wasn't funny. It hasn't been funny the last fourteen times you've said it..." Bakura grumbled.

"You're just jealous because you're not as handsome as I am!"

Marik saw the scowl on Bakura's face as he stood up. "You know what? I need air. And to kill things."
He grabbed his knife, Slashy, and slammed the door on the way out.

"Oh, the old Limey boy can never take a joke." Yami snickered.

After about forty minutes, and Bakura still hadn't yet returned, Pegasus whispers to Marik, "you should probably go find him. Ra knows what he's up to. Maybe you could talk some sense into him?"

Marik raised a brow and gave Pegasus the "are you EFFing kidding me?" look.

After realizing his mistake, he says, "oh, you know what I mean!"

Marik left the table and out the door Bakura left through, and found himself on the beach. He walked along the coastline, and saw the moonlit ocean gleam. So, this is what it looks like from above...

Two familiar merfolk called out his name. "Marik!"

He squinted, and saw Ishizu and Odion waving to him. He ran to the rock where he found Bakura again, and they met up there.
"Good to know you're okay!" Odion sighed in relief.

Ishizu was shocked. "What are you wearing? You're wearing more makeup than me!"

Marik pulled some jewelry and gummy bears out of his pocket and handed them to his merpeople friends. Ishizu looked stunned, and Odion hugged the bag tightly.

"Marik...I can't take this..." Ishizu sighed.

Marik pulled her closer and got her to lift up her hair, as he put a necklace (similar to the millennium one) on her.

He beamed at her, and she smiled. "Thank you, Marik. I...don't know what to say..."

"What are you doing out here?"
Marik turned and saw Bakura with bloody hands and knife come down the sandy hill. Ishizu and Odion swam away just in time.

Marik wasn't really surprised that Bakura had killed something and/or someone, so he didn't look that way when Bakura rinsed himself off in the ocean water.

When the blood had faded into the sea, Bakura plopped beside Marik, and they just watched the moon glow.

It couldn't be him. Bakura thought. Sure, his face and eyes match the vision perfectly, but he can't speak, so how could he have sung to me?

Bakura inched a little closer to Marik, and felt his stomach flutter. He was tempted to lean his head on Bakura's shoulder, but what if Bakura kissed him on the head? He would turn into a merman again and be forced to watch Rebecca Black!

He placed his hand on Bakura's, and they sat there like that for a really long time.

"Hey, um...." Bakura looked toward Marik, who looked right back. "Since you're new here....you wouldn't mind if I'd show you around town tomorrow?"

Marik shook his head.

"Uh, great!" Bakura smiled.

Bakura seemed to lean in a little closer, and Marik didn't know if he could still breathe. He didn't wan to pull away, but it had only been one day as a human!

He stayed still as Bakura got even closer. He could feel his breath on his face. He felt a war in his head, between desire and responsibility.
Kiss me.
Pull away Marik!
Kiss me.
Marik! Move!
Use tongue if you'd like.
ITS FRIDAY, FRIDAY!!!Da na na na na FRIDAY!!!

A seashell came from the ocean and hit Bakura on the head, breaking the almost kiss. "Bloody hell?!" Bakura fell backward with his head in the sand. Marik looked to where the shell came from, and saw the top of Odion's head go back into the water.
Marik was halfway between angry and grateful.

He decided to check on Bakura, since Odion's semi-strong and threw the shell from quite a distance and didn't miss.
Marik moved Bakura's milky white bangs away from his face and saw a red mark on his face. It stood out on his pale skin.

"Ugh..." Bakura groaned. "Does it look bad?"

The mute one shook his head, and gently rubbed the bruise. Bakura moved and rested his head on Marik's lap, and he played with his hair. Marik kept his eyes on Bakura, who he could tell was sleepy. Before falling asleep, Bakura took one quick glance at him.

It couldn't be him...could it?