Marik sighed, taking in the sights of Japan, his second home. Looking at the city as the ship pulled into port, the wind blew slightly through his blonde hair. There was no reason that it had to be so bloody cold this night, but, it was. Like something straight out of a horror novel (or something out of a bad fanfic). But, it didn't seem to bother him.
"I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru,
But there's no place like Domino…"
"No, there's no place like Domino…" Turning, Marik blinked at his companion. The white-haired man had one black streak in his hair, arms crossed over his chest and brown eyes watching the shore with disdain and his voice filled with scorn.
"Mr. Todd?" Marik asked in slight surprise.
"You are young…life has been kind to you. You will learn…" Todd turned to him watching his amethyst eyes with a…little bit of pity. "There's a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth
What a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of Domino.
At the top of the hole
Sit the privileged few
Making mock of the vermin
In the lower zoo,
Turning beauty into filth and greed.
I too
Have sailed the world, and seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men
Is as wondrous as Peru,
But there's no place like Domino!" Running a hand through his hair, he stepped off the ship, Marik following after him. "I beg your indulgence, Marik…my mind is far from easy. These streets are filled with shadows."
"Shadows?" Marik stared at his friend in surprise, blinking. Bakura nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"There was a barber and his wife,
And she was beautiful.
A foolish barber and his wife,
She was the reason for his life,
And she was beautiful,
And she was virtuous…
And he was… " He sighed, shaking his head, "Naive…"
His eyes closed as Marik stared in him in rapt interest. He remembered a day when he and his beloved Kara had been together, in love, with their one-year-old daughter, Takara.
"There was another man who saw
That she was beautiful.
The heartless maker of the laws,
Who with a gesture of his claws,
Removed the barber from his plate
Then there was nothing to do,
But wait and she would fall,
So soft,
So young,
So lost,
And, oh, so beautiful."
He remembered the damn Pharaoh, who had stalked his Kara, had had his idiot friends pull him away from his wife. And then he as interrupted.
"And the lady? Did she succumb?" Marik was pulled into the story, wondering to the end as any child might do. Bakura's eyes opened as he looked out towards the streets.
"That was many years ago,
I doubt if anyone would know… " He turned back to Marik with a small, forlorn smile, "I owe you my life, Marik. If you hadn't spotted me, I would have been lost in those cursed sands forever. Thank you." He lifted his bag to his shoulder, preparing to turn and leave.
"Will I see you again?" Marik asked, looking in concern at his grieving friend.
"You might find me, if you like, on Fleet Street." He held out his hand. Marik shook it, and they parted ways. Though, the blonde did still wonder about his friend, and how well he would fare in the city that had caused him so much pain.
Bakura wandered down the streets, anger and rage flying across his features. "There's a hole in the world,
Like a great black pit,
And it's filled with people
Who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it…"