Prologue:
A look of deep concentration was plastered across Bakura's face.
'The signs had started with Joey, but... but it had started with Toya.' Bakura shook his head. He was running across the Domino city roof tops, at speeds inhuman, jumping each one with ease.
'Ryou... Why did you do it?' Exactly what Ryou had done, could only be speculated, because before Bakura could elaborate for us, he stopped. Skidding to a halt on his heels, he slid, still standing upright, about three feet before coming to a complete halt at the edge of the building.
He slowly walked to the front and peered off the roof.
The man peered back at him. His eyes were pupil-less, just a smooth sheet of lilac. His hair, a messy, spiky bleach blonde, and his skin a beautiful golden hue, which Bakura could see even in the dim of this night, the time between daylight and streetlights. He was dressed in khakis and a black tank top. And he was smirking.
With a single bound, he jumped up onto the roof, and Bakura had to scramble backward to keep the man from landing on him.A scowl alight on Bakura's pale face as the man smirked down at him.
This man who bore a striking resemblance to Marik. Bakura continued to scowl- he wanted to know.
"Why Marik?" Bakura snapped, standing. The man blinked, and examined his fingernails.
"I'm not sure what you are talking about...," the man stated. There was a pause. "And think of me as Malik, not 'That Bastard'."
Bakura scowled again, keeping his eyes trained on his foe like Yami had said. Gods, he hated that midget. But he WAS occasionally useful.
"But you see, even your NAME sounds like his," Bakura muttered, backing up slightly. Malik matched each of his steps.
"...I like you. And believe me, that never bodes well for you," Malik said slowly. Bakura scowled again- and then was pinned to the floor of the rooftop.
"G'off you idiot!" Bakura said, struggling. But Malik had him pretty damn well pinned.
"Make me," the changling whispered, and licked Bakura's fang as it started to reveal itself.
