Carefully, Marik brushed the kitten's fur again, then held it up in front of the mirror. The sleek black coat gleamed. A spritz of perfumed water, and Marik gave the coat another few strokes with the ivory brush that Bakura had stolen for him.
"Here." Unceremoniously, Bakura dumped a handful of different collars in front of Marik. He might not approve of all his partner's whims, but he knew better than to argue with Marik when he had his mind set on something.
"Oh yes. Yes. Well done." Marik looked over all the colors and patterns, reaching to pick up a gold faux-snakeskin creation, only to have Bakura arch an eyebrow at him, "Since when does your insanity include having no taste at all?"
Marik glowered at Bakura but conceded that the thief had a better grasp of fashion than he did. "Fine. You choose."
Bakura looked over the options, then passed Marik a red leather collar with a black velvet buckle. The kitten on Marik's lap purred her approval as the collar was fastened around her neck and Marik petted her for a final time before looking up at Bakura. "Is everything ready?"
A nod was all the answer he got; together, the two departed, still carrying the kitten named Revenge though the name tag on her collar called her 'Tenshi'.
~*~
"YUGI!" The Pharaoh yelled for his other half, hands bleeding and hair a mess of flour from where the kitten had managed to knock over a jar onto him.
Yugi came into the kitchen, carrying the little bundle of black fur nestled against his check, "Yes--" His eyes widened and he scolded the tiny kitten, "Bad Tenshi!"
The Pharaoh groaned, "That's not an angel, Yugi. He's evil. You should have never taken him in."
Upon hearing that, Yugi turned a reproachful look on the other male. "Poor Tenshi! We couldn't have left her out in the streets to suffer. Whoever put her on our doorstep put a lot of trust in us to take care of her."
The Pharaoh sighed. That kitten was evil and whoever had put it there was equally evil.
There was just no way that he could convince Yugi of that; in other words, he was DOOMED to suffer!
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"Here." Unceremoniously, Bakura dumped a handful of different collars in front of Marik. He might not approve of all his partner's whims, but he knew better than to argue with Marik when he had his mind set on something.
"Oh yes. Yes. Well done." Marik looked over all the colors and patterns, reaching to pick up a gold faux-snakeskin creation, only to have Bakura arch an eyebrow at him, "Since when does your insanity include having no taste at all?"
Marik glowered at Bakura but conceded that the thief had a better grasp of fashion than he did. "Fine. You choose."
Bakura looked over the options, then passed Marik a red leather collar with a black velvet buckle. The kitten on Marik's lap purred her approval as the collar was fastened around her neck and Marik petted her for a final time before looking up at Bakura. "Is everything ready?"
A nod was all the answer he got; together, the two departed, still carrying the kitten named Revenge though the name tag on her collar called her 'Tenshi'.
~*~
"YUGI!" The Pharaoh yelled for his other half, hands bleeding and hair a mess of flour from where the kitten had managed to knock over a jar onto him.
Yugi came into the kitchen, carrying the little bundle of black fur nestled against his check, "Yes--" His eyes widened and he scolded the tiny kitten, "Bad Tenshi!"
The Pharaoh groaned, "That's not an angel, Yugi. He's evil. You should have never taken him in."
Upon hearing that, Yugi turned a reproachful look on the other male. "Poor Tenshi! We couldn't have left her out in the streets to suffer. Whoever put her on our doorstep put a lot of trust in us to take care of her."
The Pharaoh sighed. That kitten was evil and whoever had put it there was equally evil.
There was just no way that he could convince Yugi of that; in other words, he was DOOMED to suffer!