Marik's father is name Hank from the Abridged series.
It was dark out. That was all Marik saw. Sure he could see the town in the daytime and the birds that flew overhead and the sunrises and sunsets; he wasn't free though. The feeling of being free, that was his wish and as soon as he grows up he would be able to leave his small room (to him anyway, the room was considered big to the servants), leave his siblings who protect him from everything, and leave his father.
Marik was supposed to be the head of the family when he passed, Odion was adopted and Ishizu was a female, not fit in his father's eyes. But he didn't want to, the desert lay vast and Marik wanted to explore every bit of it. He wanted to feel the sun's rays on his face, he wanted to feel the sand beneath his feet.
Marik sighed, the only people he has ever had conversations with was his family. The servants weren't allowed to talk to him for his father would punish them, then would scold Marik for being too nice.
Marik let out another sigh and walked to his double bed. It was big for a young boy on his own but Marik was used to it. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take over.
Bakura was just about finished for the day. It was sickening to him, how he had to earn money in the day and act like he cared about the rich family.
Bakura had been working for Hank for a month now and had yet to notice some of the things that had gone missing, were him. But he didn't care, Hank was an idiot.
Bakura walked outside of the house. Feeling the warm breeze pull his silvery-white hair back. His brown eyes scanned the town before he walked forward. He opened the gate to walk through, he closed it again but not before looking up to the 2nd floor window with the vines growing under it. A candle flickered in the window (Hank loved using candles instead of normal lights). Bakura rolled his eyes when he saw someone blow it out. His eyes narrowed. That must be the masters youngest son. He scoffed and continued walking. A bunch of fools if you asked Bakura.
Most people were inside, Bakura saw families eating dinner, some watching TV, some even getting ready to retire for the night. Bakura liked being alone, it was him being free, not bound to people and their problems. Bakura let his mind wonder, he thought about how Marik must wish the same thing. Bakura shook his head at the thought, why think of that brat?
Bakura made it to his house and unlocked the door, his house was small with few things. A desk here, a couch there, it was all he needed. He went into the kitchen and made a glass of water. He downed the drink and left the glass on the side before going to his small bedroom and laying on the single bed, waiting for sleep to take over.
Just a prologue. The chapters will be longer. Also, in this story, Bakura is 17 while Marik is 13.
~~~Vic~~~