There is a story behind this I swear! I bought myself a random little ducky the other day and my mind got pondering about why Bakura would have one XD So this was spawned

Enjoy!

That God-Damn Duck

Bakura had a rubber duck. It was just your usual run-of-the-mill yellow rubber duck too. It wasn't one of the fancy ones with punky designs or wearing a boa or anything. It was just a very plain and very normal rubber duck.

He didn't get it intentionally. It was a product of his wandering fingers and kleptomania that resulted in the little thing ending up in his pocket one day. But he didn't want to throw it away for whatever reason, not that he'd ever admit to wanting to keep it.

The thief actually bathed with it too. It was common knowledge that Bakura likes baths. Something about not having the luxury back in Egypt. They definately didn't have little rubber ducks back in Egypt either. When he sat immersed in the hot water it bobbed happily on the surface, sometimes turning upside down, which was when Bakura would 'save' it and return it to its right side up.

It had a name too. It was just called 'Duck'. At first it was 'That God-Damned Duck', because its very existance and fact he had it annoyed Bakura a lot. Eventually that name was too long, and it was shortened to 'Duck'. Which of course was a very original name.

It was a normal Sunday evening, when Bakura had his usual bath. He ran the water and turned on the mini-stereo so Disturbed was floating through the rather large bathroom. It was only when the pale thief had climbed in and gotten comfortable before he realised that Duck was missing. He looked around the edges of the bath, leaning over the side to look around the floor, and craned his neck to look on all the shelves. It was no where to be seen.

Not wanting to look like a complete wuss and get out of the bath to ask one of his roommates where the hell that god-damned duck was, Bakura just slumped back in the water, pouting slightly at the loss of his duck.

He was staring at the ceiling when the bathroom door opened and Marik stepped into the room, closing the door behind him again. Bakura looked at him curiously before his partner dropped something into the bath water. Looking down near his feet, he saw Duck quickly resurface, but the little toy had been given a make-over. 'Fuck' was written in black marker all over its body, and it had been given red demon eyes.

"Heh, thanks." Bakura grinned, picking up the duck and looking it over. Clearly it was permanent marker or something as it wasn't washing off in the water.

"Now at least that damn thing looks bad-ass." Marik told him, pulling off his shirt and jeans. "Why the fuck do you even have a rubber duck anyway?"

"Blame my kleptomania." Was Bakura's excuse as he lent back, allowing Marik to climb in between his legs with his back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around his chest and let his duck swim in front of Marik.

"You're so strange." The blonde commented, but there was amusement and fondness in his voice.

"You're stranger." Bakura retorted. "And you're playing with the damn thing now." He said, watching Marik pull the thing under the water before letting it go and watching it float back.

"Am not." Marik said childishly, taking to poking the duck instead.

Bakura just shook his head and just let himself relax in the water with the lyrics 'I wanna get psycho, run you little bitch' echoing off the tiles.

R+R for your own rubber ducky :D