A/N: I've finally updated! I'm sorry it took heaps long it's just that I was never happy with the way it ended up so I redid it. Finally this time around I said 'stuff it' and so I've placed my RAW story here for the time being. I felt really guilty for not doing this sooner, it's just that I lost my 'muse' due to certain circumstances. Anyway…I want to thank all the reviewers for their encouragement and I hope I can still entertain them with this story (plus any new fans. –smiles sweetly to all the passer by- ) Well read on my dear minions and please REVIEW!

BAKURA'S BANE

CHAPTER ONE:

RED SKIES AND DARK TALES

By shinujigoku

Ah, what a bittersweet tale don't you think? The parody of an orphan wanting to be King, only to be brought down again by lustful brutes and the true King's blade. Foolish you may say, that I aspired to dreams bigger than my understanding. Yet I say victorious, because it made me thirsty. Terribly thirsty for blood which only revenge can satiate. That bastard known as Pharaoh ruined what I had gained that night. He annihilated my thieves... thieves that were renowned for their art and their connections. With one slice of a blade my entire army, my station, and my reputation was destroyed. Even my virginity was taken which was promised to the water boy back at The Palace. I lost everything that night. Everything!

What was worse was when news of the massacre reached the slums; the entire population went into complete chaos. Some men were rumored to commit suicide, even poisoning their whole family due to the mayhem. They didn't know whom to blame. They turned left, right and center for the culprit, yet those imbeciles refused to blame the Pharaoh. I don't know what was entering their thick skulls, yet it was obvious that it was the Pharaoh and his Hunters' fault for murdering the slum's army. So they discovered about my existence and that's when the trouble started. They heard there was a new King and they expected immediate results. However, when the results they desired didn't come to pass, their wrath was imminent. I was exiled with many men hungry for my blood and my title. None of them could defeat me, and many of them died in the effort. And yes I'm not being smug...I'm being quite modest thank you! Yet amongst the men who tried to defeat me, there were some rare gems. These gems were undoubtedly good in the art of stealth, subterfuge and fighting that I hired them as my partners in crime. (After, of course, they were rightly beaten and were given the choice to live and serve me, or die and enter Osiris' realm.) It took me three long years to rebuild what the Pharaoh destroyed, and it took me even longer to regain the trust of the slum cretins!

So how did I do it? Oh it was nothing too ostentatious. Just burning the royal wheat fields and murdering an odd royal prostitute once in a while. I also went tomb robbing to give the slum people hope. It was just enough to regain my notoriety within the community, especially after I had gathered an impressive amount of followers. Yet those were the hardest years of my life and it set me back on what I had scheduled. Yet it doesn't bother me now, that was over eight millennia ago.

ARGH! Why am I telling you this! Shall we continue this wretched tale or not! I'm bloody well not having a vessel that doesn't know the truth. I can't see why Lady Destiny chose you in the first place! You're so scrawny and weak compared to my previous form! Well anyway...enjoy, my perplexed friend, on the discovery of my one, and only, bane.

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The early pinkish hues of morning sunrise illuminate the sky as gentle winds caress the muddy buildings with ticklish tendrils of temperate air. The latent town begins to rise, and stirring movement can be seen in the town square where hawkers and merchants arrange their commodities. As the morning light slowly creeps up the mudstone buildings, weary slaves stumble outside as they begin to prepare the landlords' breakfast of sweetmeats, fruits and spices. Yet as the morning light banishes the darkness, Ra's rays cannot penetrate the stygian shadows that overwhelm the sand giants outside this legendary city. Unbeknownst to the sleepy inhabitants of Thebes, the perfidious sand dunes of the Sahara hide the malevolent spirit of the Underworld and his newfound lover.

'What is the meaning of this! Drinking and buggering! Is this what I'm paying you for? Get up at once you cankerous imbeciles!'

A mad scramble of inebriated soldiers with their togas misplaced rose quickly to attention as a tall man with shades of gold and violet in his dark hair emerged from his tent, a foreboding glare crossing his chiseled face.

'The art of war is to have men willing to die and fight for you for the sake of preserving the life of the Pharaoh in the afterlife.' Snarled the man. 'Especially when you are paid by me, to die, for me, that I expect to see your writhing carcasses drowning in your own suppurating blood by the end of my conquests. Despite your need to satiate your thirst and hunger for one's flesh, I anticipate that my wishes are foremost and that you're ready to go to war in the next hour?'

'Yes Pharaoh, we are!' Replied the soldiers nonchalant.

'Good I'll brief you when the sun is plainly visible above the horizon,' drawled the Pharaoh, 'Make sure everything's packed and the men are ready by then.' The Pharaoh turned and began to walk back towards his tent before he glared at the soldiers once more and barked; 'Oh, and make sure that that display of lustful abandon is not seen again unless I deem it so!'

'Understood, Pharaoh!'

As the Pharaoh walked back into his tent and the flaps rustle back into place, the malevolent Seth turns to the fuming Pharaoh and cradles the young King within his cool arms.

'Even though I'm Pharaoh, I wish those mother coddling fools to stand up for themselves once in a while.' Murmured the Pharaoh as he nestled within the God's arms.

'Come now Yami,' whispered Seth as he bent his head to nibble at the young King's neck, eliciting a moan from the younger man, 'they both love and fear you. You hold life and death within your fingertips, and they become subservient so not to anger you. You can't blame them for being weary.'

'But they're the top generals in my whole country!' Yelled Yami as he pushed the God amongst the pillows before straddling his lap. 'I expect them to lead my army to murder anybody I desire. I want them to argue against my strategies so then I can discern whether or not my strategy is vulnerable for a counterattack! I expect them to be men! Not effeminate sodomites!'

'But aren't you an effeminate sodomite?' Smirked the god as he wrapped his fingers roughly in Yami's hair whilst sliding his other hand up Yami's toga, massaging his inner thigh. 'Last time I checked you were pleading like a girl as I came in from behind.' Seth laughed as he brutally shifted the younger man on his lap until he came in contact with his throbbing cock. Yami, his pupils dilating in desire, met the god's fervor and dragged Seth in a passionate kiss as he slid comfortably down his length in heated reply.

'At least I'm not an aardvark in the bedroom'

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'The sleeping extraordinaire is once again doing what he does best…sleeping!' laughs the handsome young man as he tries to haul his best friend from the hay and blankets. 'Ra's risen and its time for us to bathe! Come on before the old hag makes us clean her fetid folds of flesh!'

'You just want to have a reason to stare at Amon's backside!' Grumbled the sleeping male as he threw hay at his best friend. 'Go Sekah. I'll meet you down there later.' And with that he buried himself deeper into the hay.

'Marik, you said that yesterday and the day before.' Whined Sekah as he started to drag the poor youth from his slumber. 'I bet you haven't bathed for a week! How despicable! You should be ashamed of yourself you polluted, putrid sleaze of the - '

An exasperated groan escapes Marik as he clambers resignedly out of his warm haven to stand next to the grinning male making swishy movements with his hand to signify Marik's smelliness. Marik smiled and shoved him playfully. He admired his friend; his dark auburn hair and bravura brown eyes scored many wanton females to his home, however; he turned each of them down gently which caused malicious rumors to spread. Sekah, who had had enough of the gossiping midwives, announced in the town square that he did prefer males than females and he wasn't going to change. Despite his declaration, girls still showed up for marriage prospects. Marik wished he had the same success as his friend Sekah. He, unfortunately, was on the thin side and his mousy brown hair and strange purple eyes deterred any females coming near him. He was also quite poor and couldn't offer much to any future bride. Nevertheless, he liked his life at the moment without any restrictions of wives and bosses, and he was fond of his carefree life spent with Sekah.

'You know you should really clean this place up.' Sekah murmured mischievously. 'It's starting to smell like its fetid owner!'

'Why you – ' Marik chased Sekah out of his room with a flurry of bright shoals and togas, and into the sandy slum roads of Thebes. The morning light was only inching past the horizon and the shadows became lighter as Ra's rays began to banish the night. Marik and Sekah continued to run down the sandy road, past women batting out sand from rugs and chasing their children to say the Morning Prayer. As Sekah grew tired and began to walk did Marik finally catch up to the taller man and finally lace his arm around the other's mid-riff.

'Dammit I haven't done that in a long time.' Rasped Marik as he tried to regain his breath.

'What? Run? I say you haven't done any exercise for this past month!' Scoffed Sekah as he tousled Marik's already tangled hair. 'Anyway, what's got you so down lately? You look as pale as a Water Lilly and you have dark circles around your eyes, despite how much you sleep.'

Marik looked at his young friend, a saddened expression crossing his features to silence his friend's questioning. Why indeed? He knew why. At night, amongst the sleeping tendrils of the subconscious mind he kept dreaming the same dream of a blind man saying he's preordained to hold one of these 'special' items that will determine the fate of the world. Yet he said it came at a terrible cost. He didn't know what this cost meant but he always woke to his own pitiful whimpers each night. Sweating, he would disentangle himself from his blanket and find his back stinging where the blind man inscribed symbols in his dreams. He knew that there was nothing wrong with his back and the inscriptions were from his overactive imagination, yet he wasn't so sure. It seemed so real, and when he finally calmed down enough to resume his slumber, the mysterious blind man came again to warn and harm him once more.

The men silently walked the rest of the way to the river's banks as they joined other men their own age to bathe and swim in its salty depths. Sekah smiled at Marik as he spotted Amon rubbing the sap of the rushes across his bare flesh. Marik nudged his friend in encouragement and his friend ran to the riverbank. Marik watched as Sekah undressed and joined Amon in the shallow depths of the river with his own bunch of willowy rushes.

'Horny little bastard!' Muttered Marik when he saw his friend begin to trace the crack between Amon's cheeks with one of the rushes. With a final snort and a chuckle at his friend's promiscuousness, Marik decided not to linger and he too began to strip for a morning bath.

He walked quite a distance further than where the other males were bathing and he let his foot skim the water's surface when he reached the riverbank's edge. It was cool to the touch and he shivered remembering that he was far away from his warm bed. Marik, breathing in the tepid morning air, closed his eyes as the wind caressed his hair and naked body. Muttering the Morning Prayer he bent down and grabbed the rushes beside him so he could use the sap for soap. Marik then slowly ventured into the chilly waters of the Nile where he knelt and felt the abrasive sand beneath his knees. He smiled slightly as he dipped his entire body beneath the river's surface and felt the fish skim past his face. He rose quickly with an intake of air and laughed for the first time in ages. It's good to be alive! He thought as he began to lather the sap over his torso. Chuckling to himself, Marik turned to where his friend was supposed to be and found Sekah and his crush in a passionate kiss before they ended up splashing into the water, much to the amusement of the men surrounding them.

Marik, unable to watch his friend kissing another guy, disappeared beneath the surface again to remove the soapy residue from his body. Marik serenely watched as the river's fish swam lazily against the current of the river and he began to swim amongst them; reveling in their speed and grace. Before long, Marik raised to the surface again as he suddenly became aware that he was closer to his friend than before. Noticing this, Sekah moved languidly to his gasping friend and helped him up.

'My, my! Swimming with the fishes again are we?' Joked Sekah as he started to pull Marik towards the riverbank. 'Fine, healthy men lathering their bodies and playing "Hide the Reed" and what do you do? Swim with the fishes!'

'What makes you think I like guys!' Huffed Marik as he disentangled himself roughly from Sekah's grip.

'Oh I know. Trust me. I have the man's equivalent to "Women's Intuition"'

'Yeah right!'

'Oh so would you like me to prove you wrong?' Sekah smiled as he brusquely swung Marik around and held him tightly before he licked Marik's neck seductively.

'No…ah –' gasped Marik as he ran his fingernails down Sekah's back just as Sekah gently bit his collarbone.

'Then don't be such a cock-tease then!' Sekah murmured before pushing him away and laughing.

'I'm not!'

'Then explain to me why I have been having raunchy little dreams about you ever since I hit puberty?' Said Sekah as he sprawled himself against the dry, sandy banks of the Nile. Marik resentfully sat next to him and looked at his naked friend, relaxed beside him. Oh dammit! Why can't I show little reaction to our interlude as he does? Damn my betraying body!

'You don't want me! You want Amon!' Marik said indignantly.

'Lust and love are totally different things Marik.' Sekah said as he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arm around his friend. 'I lust after Amon…but I…I love you.'

Marik sat stunned as he gazed at his friend. Sekah's pleading eyes suggested for him to accept his confession, accept his lingering hand over his suddenly drying flesh. Marik, stricken, looked away from the tanned brunette beside him and started to inspect his toes. Sekah, aware of Marik's distress sat up and hooked his long fingers underneath his chin and raised it, seeking for Marik's thoughts.

'I…I can't say I can offer those feelings in return.' Whispered Marik, 'But I'll like to take it slow with you before I can discern whether or not I can reciprocate them. If…if you'll let me.'

'Of course I will!' Sekah mumbled before capturing Marik's lips in a tender kiss.

Marik timorously returned the kiss, reveling in the moist lips that met his own with fervor and passion. Marik groaned and smiled as he let his tongue shyly trace the outline of Sekah's lips, before letting it be captured within his mouth where his playful tongue massaged his in yearning. Marik, after a long period of time, became aware of their surroundings and the state of their dress so he pulled from Sekah's embrace reluctantly.

'Slow,' Marik whispered as he bit on his new boyfriend's ear.

'Cock-tease!' Replied Sekah before placing another kiss on Marik's already bruised lips.

Marik returned the gesture, before turning away from Sekah's appreciative gaze so he could wrap the toga around his slim waist, hoping that he couldn't see his blush let alone other things.

'So what shall we do now?' Marik commented as he turned back to look at his friend who was dressing beside him.

'Well we better see what's for breakfast. Come to my house! My mum's been dying to pester you for an arranged marriage with my sis for weeks!' Scoffed Sekah.

'Great! I can see your sis now dancing around me and throwing sand in my hair whilst singing… "Mari'! Mari'! Marry me!"'

The men laughed and they began walking down the sandy pathway back to the main road. By then the sun had risen above the horizon, allowing the water droplets to evaporate from their skin and garments. Marik smiled as he lifted his head and greeted the sun whilst feeling the breeze tousle his hair and caress his body gently. He was happy, in an odd sense. He knew that he woke between the sheets sweaty with desire and yearning for his friend when the blind man decided to leave him alone. But he never thought that he'd actually be able to have him, like this. He smiled at his boyfriend and shyly brushed his hand with his own. Sekah fondly grabbed his hand with his own and massaged it gently, before contently holding it. Marik blushed and they both walked together, hand-in-hand as they entered the slums.

'Marik! Marik!' A woman came running towards them, her wide girth and demanding voice made Marik seek the comfort of his protector's arms. Sekah, however, ran to the lady and embraced her tenderly.

'So how are you my friend's dear, dear mother?' Sekah asked coyly as he heard an audible groan come from his boyfriend's lips.

'Fine, fine my dear!' Marik's mother said dismissively. 'Marik! Get into your room and clean it up! It looks like a bloody pig sty!'

'But mum –'

'No buts! Just get in there and clean it!'

'It's amazing how things come around' Sekah joked as he slapped Marik's behind playfully as Marik passed them both to enter his house. 'Anyway, I'll see you later ok? Meet me at the square as soon as you can!'

'Yeah all right!' Marik replied dejectedly.

'If you hurry your chores I'll make it worth your while!' Teased Sekah as he winked Marik goodbye.

'My, my! He's in a cheerful mood this morning!' Marik's mother said appraisingly. 'Anyway, move it along! It's not going to clean itself!'

'Yes, mother!'

Marik shuffled across the dirty threshold and went to his room near their private courtyard. Marik liked his room; it was sort of homely in a way. His mother's tapestries were draped everywhere in all sorts of styles and colours. They depicted either their family history or the mythological stories of the gods. She was renowned in the district for her creativity and sewing skills and she was often commissioned by rich merchants to do a piece for their stall. This was what brought in their income since his own father had passed away when he was a little boy. But it was steady and even if he didn't have the same luxuries as his friends, he was still happy nonetheless with what he had. Marik smiled warmly as he started tidying his room. I have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend! Marik repeated to himself. The soft brown curls that caress his neck, his big, brown puppy eyes, and his strong toned body… all MINE!

Marik completed his chores in no time and he ran to give his mother a kiss and to knick one of the loaves of warm, crusty bread before running out the door. He half-skipped, half-ran past the many houses outlining the well trodden road and he didn't stop until he reached the main road leading to the city's heart. He laughed aloud at his happiness and he gazed at the sky to thank the gods for his good fortune. Yet what was beginning to be a bright, sunny day seemed to diminish as ominous dark clouds were hovering over the main city. His eyes widen in shock and he looked back to the road he was walking on. He could see faint figures running in all directions and he started to become anxious. He began to run, slowly at first and then faster as he saw that there was a great cloud of smoke hovering over the city now. Hopefully he is all right. Marik thought as he closed the distance between him and the outskirts of the middle-class houses.

As he drew nearer, Marik witnessed grown men and women crying, whilst dragging their own bawling offspring, as they ran for their lives away from the fire. Yet there was something more Marik noticed while he was passing the fleeing inhabitants of the city. Many of them were making certain signs with their hands; the same signal used when you want to be protected from supernatural evil. Marik quickened his pace as he flicked from one aggravated face to another. He couldn't find the one person he came for. He couldn't find the soft curls, toned body and gorgeous brown eyes that confessed earlier that he wanted him. He couldn't see him. He couldn't see Sekah.

'SEKAH!'

He was losing speed but he willed his protesting body to keep moving. The heavy smoke was beginning to permeate the air as he ran deeper into the city. With an extra burst of adrenaline he rounded a corner and he could see it in front of him. The sculpture that marked the city's heart – the town square. Marik could see burly figures slashing, the glint of their swords shining in the fire's light. Shaken, Marik began to run faster until he saw something lying on the sculpture's steps where he stopped in mid-jog.

A dark liquid was oozing down the brass sculpture as the figure held onto it so he could stand upright. The figure's arm seemed to be at an odd angle and he was struggling to breathe. Marik caught his breath as the auburn head rose defiantly at a man who was walking towards him. Marik started moving again, panic settling in as he recognized the man sprawled across the stature and he began yelling his name.

'SEKAH!'

Sekah raised his head at the mention of his name and he saw a familiar figure running down the main street. Tears were silently cascading down his face as his own heart fluttered and accepted his imminent fate. He wouldn't be with the sweet angel that teased him through their childhood and lifted him from the wallows of his abusive father. He smiled resolutely and raised himself until he was standing proud and erect in front of the man who was advancing menacingly with a spear.

The man had an unusual hair color, Sekah noted through his painful delirium. Shades of violet and gold were highlighted in his stygian black hair that stuck up at odd angles. His body was dusted in gold leaf and he wondered what this man's station was. It certainly seemed that he was no older than himself, yet he held such authority in the way he moved and sneered at his vulnerability. Gosh, I'm still perving to the very end I guess. Well at least it will all be over soon.

The spear flashed gold as the dancing firelight accentuated the metal tip before it was plunged deep into his chest, which pinned him straight through the stature's brass arm. Sekah turned his head as he tried to fight the veil of death from his vision, and he smiled one last time at the stoic figure watching his death.

I love you…

Marik collapsed as he watched his lover's head fall, tears cascading down his cheeks. Why? WHY! Marik screamed within his mind as he thumped his hands into the soil in agony. He raised his head and glared through his tears at the man who was advancing on his friend and beloved. I'll remember you! Marik swore through his tears as he stared at the murderer. I'll remember you and I'll kill you!

The man, oblivious to Marik watching him, reached between the folds of his warrior garb and withdrew a gold ornament which he placed upon his victim's bloodied chest…

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'After a few months going from city to city I came across many strange tales similar to my own about bloody massacres and the razing of villages. I looked everywhere for the killer, yet no one has heard of him. Except…'

The room was profoundly quiet; it had been for the past hour when the youth started talking about the attacks in Thebes. Men and women were seated around him in the somewhat cramped, but brightly lit room. It was late and the men had been content to listen to the tale, sipping their ale and occasionally muttering about these recent tidings. The youth in question was wrapped in a cloak, the hood drawn up to hide his face. Unlike the other men however, he hadn't touched his ale, but merely looked at it as he solemnly retold how his beloved died. He was lost in the thought until one of the men grew impatient and prompted for him to continue.

'Well…' Marik began, 'news abroad spoke of a new King of Thieves that has risen. You see I lived in the moderately poor parts of the slums and when we heard of the new King, we rejoiced. Yet tidings came to us that he betrayed the coveted Circle of Thieves to the Hunters and they all were butchered. He, we gathered, left unscathed. Yet when I started traveling to other cities such as Abydos and then Memphis, I learnt that this new King was looking for new members for his Circle. He is also looking for the same man that I speak of. So I gathered that we could join forces and slaughter that son of a bitch!'

There was general agreement amongst his fellow bar friends and they offered him encouragement. Yet they were uncertain whether he could be what the new King was looking for. He didn't seem to have anything special about him and it was rumored that it was a life or death battle to be accepted into the Circle. Nevertheless, he seemed genuine.

'I'm afraid my boy,' wheezed an old man whose teeth were clearly decaying in his mouth, 'that the new King is hard to find. He's rumored to only work in shadows and with some of the shadiest characters. He chooses who he wants to see and when. No one decides his fate. He made that clear to that oaf Freya didn't he Erin?'

'Yes' quipped the barmaid, 'Slit him from genitals to chops he did! Nasty business!'

'But I need to find him!' Whined Marik dejectedly. I need to find the murderer! I can't do it without his help! 'I have some information about the murderer he must know, and he alone!' He added as he felt inquisitive stares return to his cloaked face.

'Well, you'll find no one in here that knows that type of connection boy!' A man muttered as he slapped him on the back. 'We're just plain street rats here!'

The crowd began to disperse as they continued to drink and talk about tonight's events. Marik, his pale brunette hair hanging lank over the rim of his cloak hood, looked dejectedly down at his mug of ale. Yet another attempt wasted. How much more should I take? I can't bear to tell the tale anymore! Sekah…

Tears began to form and slowly trickle down his cheeks. He'd been to too many bars to try and find where the King lodged and each time he was forced to tell his story. Marik sighed and he tentatively took a gulp of the burning amber liquid. It's not as bad as the last time I had this. Thought Marik amusingly when he decided that moping wasn't getting him anywhere. He brushed his tears away and he looked at his surroundings. A warm crackling hearth was on the other side of the parlor and most of his listeners returned there. He watched as a large group of giggling females and their suitors passed by Marik's table and waved him goodbye and good luck before heading out the door. He smiled in thanks and turned to look at who now remained. There were four old men who seemed to be playing a quiet game of cards between them, the bar maid who was washing the mugs and a strange fellow sitting in the furthest corner of the room. Marik couldn't recall him sitting with him to listen to his tale and he was perturbed at how the man stared unabashedly at him. Marik returned to his mug until he felt a presence looming beside him.

'Is what you say true?' Whispered the man as he stood beside Marik.

'Yes…yes it is.' He replied candidly.

'Then follow me.'

Marik looked straight up to question this newcomer but he realized that the other man had started moving toward the staircase. Marik followed hesitantly as he surveyed his guide incredulously. His physique was built, yet he walked with a grace that didn't quite fit him. He also wore a red piece of cloth around his earring and had scars lacing his back. The man had piercing eyes, he was certain; due to the way he stared at him from the corner of the room earlier. Marik was about to question to where they were going but he was stopped by a wave of the man's hand and a threat that, if he told anyone about what is to happen, he'd be happy to commit any type of torture upon him until he begged to die. Marik thinking it best to stay quiet walked behind the man until it seemed they had reached the uppermost landing.

'Stay here.' His escort said when he entered the room behind the only door in sight.

Marik didn't know what was happening when suddenly the man reappeared and ushered Marik inside.

The room was pitch black; nothing could be seen as Marik stepped over the threshold and the door behind him closed with an audible click. He tried to blink away his confusion until he could make out the odd shapes of furniture in the tiny room. He heard someone rustle amongst the sheets of the bed, a lean figure sprawled languidly across it. Marik couldn't discern any features and he was about to comment on lighting a lamp when a velvety voice stopped him in mid-breath.

'I believe you know a man with violet and gold streaks in his black hair, somewhat tall and commanding.'

'I know him of that description, but I can't actually say I know him personally.' Replied Marik as he squinted in the darkness at the figure.

'Yet you want revenge do you not?' The voice said evenly.

'Of course I do!' Fumed Marik. 'I want him to suffer the way I suffered! The way Sekah suffered! I want him dead!'

'Good!' Purred the voice. 'We want the same things then.'

Marik was dumbstruck. This couldn't be him, could it?

'My man told me you had news for me, that I should hear alone, true?'

'Well…yes…but I…'

'Well then let me properly introduce myself.' Murmured the figure as Marik watched him disappear from his sight only to reappear a moment later swathed in candlelight.

'My name is Bakura.'

NOTES ON FIC:

Aardvark comment: Seth, in Egyptian mythology is some sort of creature yet he is mostly associated with the Aardvark. It was sort of my lame attempt at humor.

Grr! Fanfiction isn't allowing me page breaks! So '0' is my page break! Sorry!

A/N: So you read it? Wow I love your stamina! I hoped you liked the story since I did it at a time when I was stressing about homework…-sigh-…Anywho…please I request of you to do me the courtesy of submitting a review. I'd really like to know your thoughts and perhaps improvements. You can flame me all you like…but please let it be constructive! Thanks! I really appreciate it! n.n