Me: Welcome to my first story. As you can see, it is a oneshot! Now, to do the disclaimer… Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeree's Yami Bakura and Malik!
Y. Bakura: Where the he –Choking Sound-
Me: No cussing 'til the next fanfic!
Malik: What the he-eck are you saying, woman? Wait I said he-eck not heck… WHAT THE FU-FREAK?
Y. Bakura: What the fu-freaking he-eck did you do to us, da-ang woman?
Me: -Cackle- SAY IT!
Y. Bakura & Malik: She doesn't own Yugioh!
Y. Bakura & Malik: -Whimper-
"Hmmm…. And what could this be?" Thief King Bakura muttered. The tomb that loomed in front of him was rather small, but held an aura of magic. There was just one tiny problem.
There wasn't a door.
He frowned. He began pressing around on the large stones. As he pressed a certain area on a stone, his hand sunk through with no resistance.
"A shadow illusion… they really thought that they could keep a master thief out with one so weak? Hahahahahahahah…." Bakura said with a cackle.
And then he stepped through the illusion wall. A small boy with spiky blonde hair saw him and tried to run. Bakura grabbed the boy's arm. The child whirled around and stared at the Thief King with dark blue-violet eyes.
"And who are you, brat?" Bakura sneered.
"M-my name i-is Marik a-and i-if you don't let g-go, m-my b-big sister will g-get you…" Marik stammered.
"You've got a lot of nerve threatening me, Marik. Especially since you're so young," the thief sneered.
"Let GO!" Marik yelled, struggling against Bakura's grip. His left sleeve shifted, revealing a dia-diank.
"Who did you say your sister was brat?" Bakura asked, very curious. Only people close to the Pharaoh even saw one.
"I am not going to tell YOU!" Marik yelled angrily.
Bakura smirked very, very, VERY evilly. "I have other ways of getting you to talk, brat," He growled.
Marik's screams echoed off of the tall dunes surrounding the tomb.
-Later-
Isis Ishtal, the only high priestess, went to pick up her adventurous little brother from a tomb which he had insisted on exploring.
"Marik!" she called. Usually, her little brother was waiting outside of whatever tomb he had explored, smiling happily. Her suspicions rose when she saw the illusionary wall she had created was gone.
"MAAAAARIIIIIIIIIK!" she called again, hoping he was just playing. She entered the door and gasped.
Lying on the floor, in a pool of blood and dead, was her brother. There were cuts on almost every visible inch of his body. She looked around wildly, and her eyes settled on a few words written on the wall. In blood. Her little brother's blood.
"'He wouldn't talk.'" Isis read out loud. It had a crude signature written below it. 'Thief King Bakura'.
Malik: Eeeeeeeh? Why was my (psycho) yami killed? That isn't fair!
Y. Bakura: And why was he stuttering? And why did I kill him?
Me: -Eye twitches, violently- BECAUSE I SAID SO, IDIOTS!
Both: -Whimper- Yes ma'am…
Marik: I may be dead, but here's some info:
-Don't really know if there are shadow illusions… -.-
-Wasn't really sure how to describe his eye color…
-Dia-dianks are the shiny gold ancient 'Duel Disks' that are used in the Pharaoh's Memory arc.
-He was insane in the future, so I'm saying that Bakura tortured him to insanity.
-Marik/ Yami Marik wasn't said to exist in Ancient Egypt, but I SAY SO! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
-They never mentioned Isis having a last name or a little brother…
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