1000. BC
It was dark in the sands of Egypt as Ryou stepped out onto the port of the Nile. Bakura had said he'd meet him here, he was never late. Yet this night, the most important night they had ever planned and his lover had not shown. The pale boy glanced around nervously as he tried not to let the worry grip him too tightly. It was dangerous for him to be here, for him to be alone without Bakura.
"No."
Bakura stared at Yami and sighed. "Then I have no choice and one day you will understand." He said, turning away from the other and heading towards the door. Yami growled at him and immediately stood up to send his guards after him but Bakura was faster, tossing two almost invisible blades towards them which cut their throats. Yami looked livid as he watched his best warrior leave.
Bakura wasn't so much angry as he was scared and frustrated. His life was falling apart and one of his oldest friends had let it, caused it. He breathed deeply through his nose as he paused beside a closed door and looked inside, staring sadly at the broken body. Malik had caught the plague. It felt inhuman to watch him suffer with only one cure that he had refused. Marik had disappeared the day Malik had told him no and now he'd lost consciousness. It was only a matter of time. Crimson eyes closed as Bakura turned away, heading out to find Ryou.
He found him with his clothes pulled tightly around himself and he visibly relaxed when Bakura put his arms around the smallers waist and kissed the top of his head. "Are you okay?" He murmured into the honey smelling hair.
"I want to wait for Marik..." Was the whispered reply. Bakura sighed. They'd had this conversation. It had happened a hundred times and they had waited. They had been waiting now for almost 90 days and Bakura felt that Marik was never coming back.
"We can't Ry, we have to go. Please don't make me force you."
Ryou tried not to let himself get caught up in the fear of losing both Malik and Marik as he turned and it was in this moment, a split second that his life fell apart. He glanced down at Bakura's chest, an arrow piercing right through his heart.
"No.." He whispered. "Don't you dare leave me." He almost screamed that part.
It was too late. Bakura collapsed, blood seeping into the sand.
Dry sobs broke from Ryous throat but he didn't have long to mourn as Marik found him here. With no words spoken he bundled the smaller up into a hug and whispered soft words of apology and love.
"We have to leave here precious. Both of them are gone."
It was painful. Yami had betrayed them all.
