Bakura hurried down a street he thought he recognised as the one they were heading for, what time of the night it was he was not sure, but it must have been late as the streets were entirely cleared besides the stray cat and small time thief lurking here and there. Bakura lifted his head to the sky as he caught the smell of blood and death, the house Marik was in was only one bock down.

He slunk into the house just in time to hear a mans muffled scream and the soft thud of a body hitting a probably rug covered floor. Shaking his head slightly he went to work at looting the place of what he considered it's most prized possessions, the rest would be left to those other thieves lurking outside. Finishing off the down stairs rooms Bakura almost walked up the stairs before a wood and glass case at the stair base caught his attention. Stepping back off the first step Bakura peered through the glass at the foreign looking sheathed sword that it held. He smirked, this would fetch him a good fortune and maybe the boy to boot.

Shrinking back away from the caseheglaredat the still quivering throwing knife that had its point stuck into the fine woodwork just where his hand had been moments before.
"The swords mine."
Bakura glared up at Marik who was now walking down the stairs covered in the mans blood. He watched as Marik carelessly smashed the glass before reaching in and grabbing the sword.
"You must be in a good mood," Bakura muttered, "that's the most I have heard you say in only Ra knows how long," he added. However he
dodged to the side as it looked like Marik was about to draw the sword.
"If you don't shut up I'll enjoy testing the blade on you," Marik muttered, an icy calmness to his voice. Bakura considered retorting once more, with what he wasn't quite sure; however the look he caught in Mariks eyes stopped him and probably saved his life.

There was the slight impression of unwanted turmoil in the usually deadly vacant eyes, Bakura had notice it before and it was becoming more and more obvious as the months went by. The time was approaching but whether the inevitable reunion or Mariks assassination of the Pharaoh came first he was unsure.

Bakura suddenly realised he was alone in the house. He quickly slunk off into the street just as one of the thieves who had followed him crept in through the window he had purposefully opened. There was nothing wrong with a few small time thieves getting caught up in this mess with the guards when they got here.

"They're getting faster," Bakura commented as he stood with Marik on one of the higher sand dunes that provided them with an almost clear view of the scene they had created. The guards had moved in and seized the house and arrested the few small time thieves that Bakura had successfully ensnared; it amused him greatly. However as he recognised the blonde Egyptian teen march agitatedly out of the house, all amusement of the situation vanished.
"I know he's still no match for you now, but you know he wont give up," Bakura stated glancing at Marik out of the corner of his eye, the other blonde was looking down at the scene as he had been only seconds before and he could still catch a glimpse of the turmoil from back on the scene. Something was going on within that mind of Mariks that he had no access to and it worried him without his consent.

"You know you could just meet up with him, give him what he wants and then maybe he'll leave us alone," Bakura muttered glaring over at Marik. However Marik was already walking away from him, away from Malik and away from the scene he had created just as he always had. He picked up his pace slightly to catch up with his silent companion who, although aware of his presence, continued to ignore him.
"I've heard from Duke that Malik has rapidly moved up the ranks of the Pharoah's Guard, I think he's trying to get your attention," Bakura stated pointedly.
"I have no intention of seeing him."

Part of him cheered that Marik had spoken three times during the brief time they had been on the job tonight, though part of him wondered how long Marik would be able to keep with his one and only goal; the extermination of the Pharaoh. With Malik's continuos advances and the turmoil that seemed to be brewing in Mariks mind, Bakura wasn't certain what would amount from any of this.

He had barely been lying down on his mat on the floor for five minutes when he remembered the teenaged boy who had bumped into him on the street. Standing up abruptly and walking out the door, Bakura walked down a hallway before opening the door to Mariks room. Although part glad and half disappointed not to find Marik asleep, naked on his bed, Bakura was more agitated that the blonde wasn't even in his room. Glaring around the room Bakura caught a glimpse of Marik heading swiftly down the temple steps. Jumping out the window and slinking along in the shadows, Bakura followed; keen to know where Marik was going whenthePriesthad given them no further business to attend to for tonight.