Disclaimer: Due to severe malnourishment in age, I cannot possibly be the owner of Yu-Gi-Oh or Goldilocks. But I can be the owner of a brand new Dodge Charger. Just don't tell your local police department.
A/N: And now for the shocking second chapter of this strange story I am writing…
"My name is Bakura, and I've come for you."
"Holy crap! Your voice just dropped, like, 10 feet," Marik exclaimed.
"Well, that's because I'm a different person when I'm awake than when I'm asleep," Bakura explained.
"Why were you sleeping in my bed?" Marik asked.
"Traveling through time takes a lot of energy, so you'll excuse me if I needed a brief nap while waiting for the people who were supposed to be confined to this tomb."
Marik's eyes widened. "You won't tell our father, will you? It was just a bit of innocent fun."
"Sod your father. I don't give a damn about him. I'm only here to take you away from this place so you don't grow up bitter and resentful."
"Hang on, you said something about time travel," Ishizu interrupted.
Bakura groaned in aggravation. "Yes. I have come from the future to rescue Marik from his evil father so that one day when he decides the world's fate, he will make the right choice."
"Wait, you're going to get me out of here?" Marik exclaimed.
"That's the plan."
Marik jumped for joy. "Thank the Egyptian gods! My knight in shining armor has come for me."
Bakura grinned to himself. "Glad to know you were fruity even as a child."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. Let's hurry – your father won't be gone for long."
Marik sprang into action, grabbing his best robe and following Bakura to the door. But Ishizu blocked their path. "Just a minute. You can't take Marik from us. We're his family."
Bakura frowned at her, then sighed, "You can come too, if you like. It wasn't the plan, but if you're going to be difficult, having you tag along is simpler than killing you. Besides, Marik would never forgive me if I did."
"Please, Ishizu," Marik begged, staring up at her with adorable puppy eyes, "Please. This is our chance at a happy life. Don't you want to live above this tomb in the real world where you won't be afraid that Father would whip you to death or carve awful symbols into your back?"
Ishizu looked at Marik's tear-filled eyes, then at Odion's mangled face, and sighed. "Yes. Yes, that would be wonderful. Alright, let's go quickly before Father gets back."
"Too late," Mr. Ishtar said as he appeared behind them in the hallway.
"Father!" Ishizu exclaimed, hiding behind Odion.
"Hello, ungrateful children of mine. And Odion. Are you planning to disobey me?"
"Ballocks. I was hoping to avoid this. But no matter." Bakura stepped in front of the siblings and sneered at Mr. Ishtar, "And now you will become dinner for the Shadow Realm." The Millennium Ring around his neck lit up as his white locks stood on end and danced around his scalp. Mr. Ishtar was thrown against the wall, and Bakura led the others into the hall. He turned to Marik, "Should I send him to the Shadow Realm, or just knock him out while we escape?"
Marik fingered the scars on his back, then looked at Odion's face and said, "Do you have any objections, Odion?"
"None whatsoever."
Marik nodded. "Good. Send his soul to the Shadow Realm, Bakura."
"As you wish," Bakura complied all too cheerfully, and silenced the abusive father eternally. Bakura dropped him, letting his body slump to the floor. He gestured to the family, "Follow me. It's time to leave this place."
Together, Marik, Ishizu, and Odion left the tomb for the last time.
A/N: No complaining about how short the chapters are. If you want long chapters, read my other fics. But this story will have unnecessarily short chapters if you expect me to actually update it relatively frequently. So enjoy. More to come soon.