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I'm sorry to all of you guys that this took so long, I just had alot of stuff that came up. I also to those of you whom I told that the update would be coming within however many days because I didn't stick to that. I thought I would and had started on the chapter at that point but then something happened that stalled me and it was hard for me to get motivated again between all the homework I had and other stuffity stuff. So here's chapter 10 (oh happy days I've reached the 10 chapter mark!)
Chapter 10
Bakura was contemplating his options at the moment.
He didn't have a clue as to what possessed him to follow the young Ishtar home in the first place and now was at a complete loss.
Could he watch through some window?
That would make him seem like a stalker.
Could he go to the door?
No, it would probably
1. Scare Marik and 2. Give away any cover they had.
The smartest option was to just go home and pretend as if he were never there in the first place. Ryou wouldn't mind his older brother's company in the day for once.
However, just as Bakura was ready to leave, the front door of the house Marik had gone into (presumably his own) swung open and a tall, tanned man walked out.
The man was bald except for a long black ponytail at the back of his head that hung low. He also sported a set of scars on half of his face that seemed to have been carved in some kind of sick pattern. He looked to be in his early to mid-twenties and easily reached a height over six feet.
The white haired boy assumed that this was Marik's older brother.
The bronze-skinned man was taking a call on his cell phone. This was worth looking into for Bakura, he liked to have information on people and since this might have had to do with Marik and why he had to leave, Bakura wasn't going anywhere.
He slipped into the shadows by the side of the porch to have the best and most well hidden, vantage point.
"Will you be coming as well?" There was now a voice to match the man's moving lips.
"It won't matter; he will be fine on his own." He responded to the person on the other line.
"I understand that he is different but he has more self-control than that. He won't have any time to wander, we'll be picking him up as soon as the plane lands. Don't worry so much about it."
Finally, this conversation was getting somewhere! So they're gonna pick somebody up from the airport soon and I guess Marik's going too.
"Yes, Master Marik is very excited and I assume Master Melvin is too." He said in the same monotone voice.
Marik! He said Marik! Now I have something to go off of. Who is this Melvin? And why are they so excited?... Maybe it's Melvin that's coming here on the plane or-
"Tell him I said hello when he gets back, then. We hope to see you soon, Master Shadi."His voice got softer at that point.
He then said goodbye, hung up the phone, and promptly went back inside the small house but not before eerily glancing directly at the whitette's hiding spot.
Too many questions were rushing through Bakura's mind at the moment like; Who is this guy, Melvin?, Who is this guy on the phone and why is he calling Marik "Master"?, Who and where is the guy on the other line and what does he have to do with the Ishtars?
Though he could keep thinking and thinking and the answer would never come to him just standing there as he was.
But then a thought came to him. How can I ask Marik about this if I was never here?
It was confusing and frustrating at the same time and eventually he decided that he would leave it to resolve another day.
He called Ryou to tell him that he would be coming home.
And so he did.
He ate the dinner his twin had prepared and stayed up for most of the night watching a horror movie marathon on the television as he usually would on a Friday night while trying not to sweat the small stuff and things that didn't concern him.
Anyone that knew him could tell you though, that Bakura wasn't the type of person to "keep his nose where it belongs".
Marik wasn't able to talk to his brother on the phone that night. It was Shadi who had called to make arrangements with Rishid while Melvin was still in his final session with his therapist before coming to Domino for his "fresh start".
The Ishtars hadn't quite finished setting up their brother's room yet, but he had kind of wanted his opinion on some of the decisions that they had to make in his place.
He also knew that Melvin would take interest in what he had been doing for the past week or so, he'd probably pretend he was proud or something and he was probably the only one who he could tell of it who wouldn't flip out. That was the brother he knows or at least knew.
Both his older siblings and his uncle had told Marik that his brother's behavior wouldn't match what he remembered. That person was long gone.
He remembered the last time he and Melvin had met face to face and him being so… so… subdued. He would say he was a shadow of who he used to be but that was inaccurate. The person he'd seen was, to put it lightly, insane. He would erupt in fits of laughter, spew random words of nothingness to people who weren't there, and couldn't be left alone in the kitchen where the cutlery was kept.
Then there would be periods of calmness.
That was the time where he was closest to the way he used to be before their father had been arrested. He would sit, usually by himself, and whisper to himself and occasionally the people around him as well.
But his words were always empty.
Nearing the end, before they left for Domino, an improvement was noticed and that was why he had to stay.
Nevertheless, Marik had hope for his twin, especially since he had talking on the phone with him.
He sounded much more like the way he used to be except… different. There was a certain confidence along with something very similar to it that his voice held now unlike it had before. Arrogance? Cockiness maybe? He was surer of himself, no longer the shy little boy he was before.
They would be welcoming into their home after midnight on Sunday, so technically Monday morning. He would settle in and then visit his new school.
Marik was planning to trick Bakura into thinking his twin was him the next time he would see him. His plan wasn't specific yet but, he would try it, developed or not.
He thought it would be great for Melvin to find good friends like Jonouchi or Honda. For some reason Marik didn't want Melvin hanging around him and Bakura, though he wasn't able to admit it to himself.
It was late Sunday evening when the Ishtars started packing up their car to meet their youngest sibling at the airport.
It didn't take them long to find the gate and entrance, so they simple stood there waiting until Melvin would walk through.
Eventually, as the passengers were leaving, there came a young man, who one could only assume was traveling alone, with spiky blond hair and tanned skin adorned with golden jewelry.
He calmly walked in the direction of the Ishtars with not even so much as a smile on his face.
For a blurred moment, everything was quiet while Marik ran to embrace his brother, who had simply stopped in his tracks and stood there until Marik came into arms distance where the same person he was there to be reunited with had struck him down.
No one quite registered that Marik had collapsed at Melvin's feet until a few moments after it had occurred after which Ishizu ran over to them and security promptly showed up questioning the situation.
The older twin didn't register it either as he attempted to get up from his place on the floor locking on to the unchanging expression of his twin.
You guys should stop by the other story we've got posted (It's by Night13 the other author on this account, we shared :)) it's called "Dance with you". Also check out chapter nine because I added a scene to it before (several weeks ago). So R&R I love constructive critisism (not sure if I spelled that right).
-Witch12