Me: "This is my first fan fiction to be shown to others!" *Squeals*
Bakura: "Bloody hell. Quinn, do u mind not making my ear drums bleed."
Me: "Sorry Bakura. Anyways please enjoy!"
Chapter 1
Marik Ishtar was sitting alone in his apartment. He looked at the window and saw some kids playing baseball. Marik chuckled to himself. He always found the carefree living of children to be funny. The kids would grow-up together, go through school together, and then graduate together. After that they would move out of there parents, thinking they no longer need parents watching over them, but soon they would learn the hard truth of the world. You were alone.
It was late at night, as Marik walked home from the work. He hated his job. People always had some kind of complaint. The sad part was that it was always the same people complaining. 'If the didn't like the place why did they keep coming back?' Marik thought to himself. Marik decided to take a detour through a park on his way home.
The park was deserted at this time of night. Marik liked being alone, and he felt this way as he walked through the park. There was a slight breeze flowing through his blond hair. He smiled to himself. What a nice, quiet night it was.
"Damn it!"
Marik glared towards the source of his disturbance. He saw a white haired man, gripping on to a tree for support. He looked up at Marik and their eyes caught. Marik and his eyes were locked until he heard a cry of pain. Marik realized the sound had come from the white haired man. Marik went over to the man in time to catch him before he fell to the ground.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Ugh…" The white haired man raised his head to look at Marik. That's when Marik saw the cuts and bruises covering his face. Marik then looked at the rest of the man to see blood seeping through the man's clothes.
"What happened to you?" Then the white haired man fell unconscious.
The white haired man woke up in a unfamiliar place. He sat up and took in his surroundings. He sat on a small bed, with midnight blue colored sheets. The room he was in was small with little furniture. There was a dresser, a desk, and a bookshelf. He looked down at his self and saw that his was wearing no clothes. He immediately looked around the room to see if his clothes were anywhere in sight. As he was looking around he heard a knocked at the bedroom door. Marik walked in carrying a tray with some scrambled eggs, toast, and some apple juice.
"Good you are awake. How are you feeling?" Marik handed the tray to him.
"Who are you and what am I doing here?"
Marik smirked, "Excuse myself, my name is Marik Ishtar. You are here because I found you in the park dripping in you own blood. You passed out there, so I brought you to my home and cleaned up your cuts. Anything else?"
"Yes, where are my clothes?"
Marik chuckled, "They are drying. I washed them last night , because they were covered in blood. Till they dry you can put on some of my clothes. I'm sure I have something that will fit you." Marik walked over to his dresser and pulled out some black sweat pants and a blue shirt. He threw them onto the bed. "Once you are done eating, you can change into those clothes." Marik began to walked out of the room, but stopped at the door and turned around to face him. "By the way, what is your name?"
"Bakura Takishima"
Marik then left to leave the room. Bakura looked at the door then down at his food. 'Might as well and eat.'
Bakura walked out of the bedroom, fully dressed and carrying the tray. He walked down the hallway until he reached, what looked like, one giant room. To his right was the living room, to his left was the dinning room, and farther left was the kitchen. Sitting at the dinning room table was Marik, staring down into the coffee cup. Marik looked up to see Bakura standing in the door way. Bakura walked over to the table and set the tray on top of the table.
"How are you feeling Bakura?" Marik said, looking up towards him.
"Fine. Do you have a cigarette ?"
"No. Are you going to tell me what happened to you last night?"
Bakura glared at Marik, "That is none of your bloody business."
Marik chuckled, "Very well. Would you go sit down on the couch? I would like to check your wounds, and to replace your bandages." Bakura gave Marik a weird look, but then walk over toward the couch and sat down. Marik left the room and came back with a first aid kit. He sat down next to Bakura on the couch. "Take off your shirt." Bakura did as he was told. The were was a bandaged wrapped around his waist. Marik started to take the bandage off. When he was done he put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and placed it on Bakura's cut. Bakura hissed in pain as Marik cleaned the cut. When he finished he bandaged him back up. Marik did this with the cuts on Bakura's face and arms as well.
"There that should do for now." Marik put the supplies back in the first aid kit. "You should go home and rest, make sure you change the bandages every few hours. You clothes should be dried by now, let me go get them so you can change."
Marik left the room, and came back a few seconds later with Bakura's clothing's. Marik handed the clothes to Bakura. "I have to go to work now. Once you have changed, you can let yourself out." Marik walked over toward the front door. "Goodbye Bakura"
Marik walked out of the door and down the street. Once he came home tonight, he would alone once again.
Me: "Yay! The first chapter is done! What do you think Bakura?"
Bakura: "Why am I dieing in it?"
Me: "Shhh, I cant tell you, that would ruin the story. Please rate and review."