THE PRESENT! Another short chapter! This is pretty emotional and I liked writing it so ENJOY! :D
Marik then clutched his head and screamed, everyone jumped except Bakura. Bakura gave him a hard cold glare. Marik fell to his knees and cried "No…no I don't know Diabound or Akefia, I didn't know Bakura in Egypt three thousand years ago…" Bakura's eyes then filled with sorrow "You can't escape your ancient past Marik, you can't deny who you are" Marik then started to sob a bit "I…know who I am, I'm not denying it. I know I'm not Namu, I can't be, otherwise there would be something to remind us of the history, like in a book or on a stone tablet" Bakura shook his head "Not everything is written down Marik and I made sure of that" Marik closed his eyes letting the tears flow stronger "What do you mean?" he whispered "I mean that I didn't let that happen, I couldn't let anyone know about you or you would be in danger" Marik then opened his eyes sobbing loudly "No, I'm not in danger, I wouldn't be in danger" Marik looked up at Bakura and Bakura looked down at him, he looked at the tears on his face "Bakura please…help me"