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Unreal Truths

Chapter 25: Accident

Bakura's POV

I had run my landlord's words through my head again and again the whole night long, trying to sort through my feelings and the mess that my mind had become.

I knew what I had to do, it was just a matter of getting the balls to do it.

Sighing heavily, I got up off the couch where I had made a makeshift bed for myself and headed to Marik's room.

I tried to just open the door, but as I had expected it was locked.

Not letting that deter me, I pulled out a lock pick and made swift work of the door, swinging it open within seconds.

Marik was lying on his bed, arms wrapped around a pillow and tears staining his cheeks and I felt my heart sink down into my stomach.

I had caused those tears.

Swallowing hard, I shut the door quietly behind me and grabbed the flashlight off the nightstand. It was time to see what my former host had been blabbering on about.

I began looking under the bed, finding nothing but several random clothing pieces and an empty water bottle. My next choice was the bureau drawers and closet, still finding nothing. It wasn't even in the large cardboard box with the other small journal books. There were several different colored ones, but none with blue and white swirls on the cover.

I was just about to give up and leave when something caught my eye.

There, lying squished between Marik and the pillow he was holding was a small dark blue book with white swirls on the cover.

That must be it.

I called on the skills I had acquired in my past life in Egypt and carefully slid the journal free from Marik's grasp.

The youngest Ishtar squirmed a bit, but didn't wake up.

Smirking in triumph, I walked back out of the room and made my way to my bed/couch and flopped down on top of the covers.

I definitely did not expect to see what I did when I opened the small innocent looking book up.

Picture upon picture of me filled the pages, each one hand drawn to near perfection with no detail left to the imagination.

I was immediately filled with an odd mix of guilt, horror and sadness and those feelings only increased as I went further along.

Marik had obviously spent hours on each picture, painstakingly getting them perfect down to the smallest details.

I lightly ran my finger over each drawing, careful not to smudge any of the delicate lead lines.

It was fantastic, I had no idea the youngest Ishtar had this sort of artistic skill.

As I neared the middle of the notebook, the tone began to change and his drawings became darker and he had begun to write odd and despairing things on the pages.

I quickly skimmed through those pages, the content far too un-Marik like for my tastes.

Finally I got to what appeared to be the good stuff.

Marik was back to drawing me, but this time I wasn't alone in the pictures, Marik was in them as well.

We were doing all kinds of things, most of them lovey dovey stuff, but stuff we had actually done none the less.

Pictures of us kissing or lying in bed together filled the next few pages, softening my gaze and melting my heart.

I finally reached the last pages of the sketch book. It seemed like Marik had been busy filling the blank spots up in my long absence.

The last picture drawn however, seemed recent, the pencil marks not as faded as the others in the book.

This one was also of me, but it was this body, the one I have now, not the one I had shared with Ryou for all those years.

The picture was really good, the body not as detailed as the others, most likely because we had never got intimate with me in this form.

Still, it was really good and very accurate. Very much like looking into a mirror.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

I looked up in shock, the small sketchbook nearly slipping from my fingers, "Marik!"

The young tomb keeper was standing before me with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

I hadn't even heard him walk into the room! Some thief I was.

I swallowed and looked down to my hand where Marik's journal rested and my stomach dropped, "I was, just looking at-"

"My journal." Marik's scowl deepened and a scary look entered his normal calm violet eyes.

"Marik listen-"

"You've taken everything from me." I was shocked by the utter calmness in his voice and that could only mean one thing. He was beyond angry at me, so angry that he couldn't find it in him to express his anger through tone.

"Well you can have it back-" I extended the journal outwards and gave a slight yelp when he swiped it from my hands.

"You know fucking well that's not what I meant!"

"Well no need to get your panties all worked up in a bunch." I froze when Marik gave me a deadly look.

"I hate you!" He clenched his fists tightly, "You've stolen everything! My home, my best friend, my fucking private thoughts! You even took my heart and virginity you motherfucker and look where it landed me, right back where I fucking started!" He unclenched his fists and stormed out of the room.

I did not like where this was going, not one bit.

I quickly followed the young tomb keeper out into the living room and arrived just in time to see him grab his motorcycle keys off the counter.

"You better not be thinking of driving that two-wheeled deathtrap in weather like this." It had done nothing but snow and freeze rain these past few days, certainly not motorcycle riding weather.

"What do you care?" Marik scowled and grabbed the door knob.

I ran forward as he opened the door, "Don't you dare even think about fucking leaving."

Marik scowled and walked outside, "I am doing what I want! You cannot control me anymore Bakura!"

I grabbed his wrist and was surprised when Marik successful twisted out of my grip and threw me to the floor.

"You had your chance! Now it's my turn!"

With that final comment he was out the door, slamming it in my face.

I growled and quickly rolled to my feet, whipping the door open and racing out onto the snow covered ground, yelling in frustration as I saw Marik race off on his motorcycle, without a helmet.

"DAMNIT MARIK GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" I stomped my foot and raced back inside, "LANDLORD WHERE ARE YOUR KEYS?"

Mariku popped his head out of the nearby bedroom with a questioning look on his face, "What's going on."

"Just give me the fucking car keys!"

Ryou walked out and crossed his arms, "They're laying on the table." I frowned and turned my head to look and sure enough there they were.

Giving a low growl, I snatched them into my hand and raced out to the garage, ignoring the shouts coming from Ryou.

Racing out into the cold, I quickly hit the unlock button on the car keys and nearly slid into the car door when coming to a stop.

It was very, very icy.

I quickly turned the key, the car's engine struggling to turn over.

Cursing under my breath I tried several more times before it finally started.

It was definitely too cold out for this.

I raced out onto the road, grateful that Ryou was smart enough to own a car with all-wheel drive.

Marik couldn't have gotten that far could have he?

There were no side roads he could have gone down, and the road was nothing but one straight away, save for a sharp bend up ahead.

Suddenly my blood ran cold.

"Shit Marik, you better not have gone stupid on me." I gently eased the breaks as I came up on the corner and as I made the turn my worst fears were confirmed.

There were skid marks in the snow where a vehicle went off the road and skidded down the pavement a ways before coming to a stop.

Though it was not just any vehicle, it was a motorcycle, a dark red motorcycle to be precise.

I slammed on the breaks, ignoring the voice in my head screaming at how stupid of an idea that was. As soon as the car slid to a stop, I whipped the door open and stumbled across the ice and snow towards the now totaled motorcycle.

"MARIK!" I screamed his name at the top of my lungs as soon as I confirmed that the jumbled mess of twisted metal was indeed his motorcycle.

I didn't have to look far to see a crumpled mass not far from the bike that I recognized immediately as its driver.

"MARIK?" I ran over, nearly slipping several times in the mess of snow, ice and slush.

My heart threatened to beat itself out of my chest as I got closer and saw the damage that had been done.

"Oh Marik…" I swallowed and knelt by the former tomb keeper, my eyes threatening to spill the ever growing mass of tears; it was only a matter of time before the well burst.

Marik was most definitely at the very least unconscious, and I would have thought he was dead if not for the very slow and laborious rising and falling of his chest.

There was blood everywhere, it was turning the snow all around Marik a dark crimson and the warmth of it was melting the cold matter. His left arm was twisted at an odd angle and his normally blond hair was as red as the snow around it.

"Shit Marik…" I gently reached down, planning on picking him up, but my better judgment reprimanded me. You weren't supposed to move someone this injured since he could have a spinal injury and I didn't want to hurt him even more than he already was.

Suddenly I realized that we were out in the middle of a snow storm and no one was going to come for help unless I did something. Hastily I rushed back to the car and grabbed Ryou's cell phone, dialing up the only number I could think up at the time.

Ryou's POV

I grumbled and moved out to the living room, "What the fuck is his problem?"

"Omote left."

I blinked and turned around to look at Mariku, who was casually leaning against the doorway to our bedroom.

"Marik left?" I frowned as Mariku nodded, "What do you mean he left?"

"He went running out when he saw the thief holding his journal."

I looked to the couch and sure enough, lying on the floor, was Marik's sketchbook, "Heh, what do you know, he actually took my advice…though it wasn't really supposed to end with Marik running out."

Suddenly I saw Mariku collapse out of the corner of my eyes, "MARIKU!"

I turned and raced to him, "Mariku! Are you okay?"

He nodded stifled and grabbed at his chest, "Omote…something is wrong with him."

"Marik? Like what? Mariku what are you-" I was cut off as the phone began to ring.

Mariku looked to the phone then back at me, "You should answer it."

I quickly got up and raced into the kitchen, picking up the phone and pressing it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Landlord! It's Marik! Oh shit, he wrecked!"

"Woa, woa, woa, wait a minute. Bakura? What's going on?" I looked to Mariku who was still lying on the floor, but he at least managed to get to his knees.

"It's Marik, he wrecked his motorcycle and there is blood everywhere. He won't respond to me and he's barely breathing!"

"Then call 911!"

"Call what? What the fuck is 911?"

I groaned loudly, "911 Bakura! Tell them where you are at! If Marik is as hurt as you are saying he is then we need to get him to a hospital!"

"I don't know what to do! We are at that sharp curve right up the road from your house."

"Okay just hold on. I am going to call an ambulance and…well I can't come and get you since you have my car, so just stay there and wait for the paramedics to come okay?"

"Okay, I'll stay here."

"Good." I quickly hung up on him and then dialed up 911. There wasn't any time to waste in this situation. Especially with the weather as bad as it was.

As I relayed the information to the 911 operator as calmly as possible, I looked to the side to see Mariku slowly getting to his feet, finally able to stand. The bond between him and Marik must have been a lot stronger than I originally thought.

"Okay thank you." I hung up the phone and turned to Mariku, walking over and wrapping my arms around him, "Can you tell if he is still alive or not?"

Mariku nodded, "He's alive, but barely and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold on. I am trying to feed him energy through our bond, but there is only so much I can do."

I looked up into Mariku's eyes, my own showing the disbelief I clearly felt. Mariku was giving Marik energy through the bond? I didn't know that was even possible, let alone that Mariku would do it for Marik. I thought they hated each other. This certainly put Mariku in a new light for me.

"Omote is strong, but I…" He frowned and grabbed his head, "My head hurts something awful…that's where he is hurt…"

I chewed thoughtfully on my lip and then walked to the closet, grabbing my coat.

"What are you doing?"

I turned around and looked at Mariku, "We should go to them, or at least get to the hospital. I feel so helpless just sitting here waiting for someone else to help."

"What do you mean?"

I dug my boots out of the closet and put them on, "We can be there quickly if we hurry. We will probably even beat the ambulance. There is something you and Bakura don't know about me. Before this whole fiasco started, Marik and I were in college, and I was studying medicine. Thanks to you two I have to take a year off, but I know a thing or two that can help Marik."

Mariku cocked his head to the side, "I thought you said we couldn't get anywhere without your car…"

I grabbed a set of keys off the key holder in the entrance way and put them in my mouth as I tugged on my gloves, then spat the keys into my right hand, "I have a four-wheeler."

"A what?"

I smirked at my boyfriend and motioned him to follow me, "Come on and I will show you."

Bakura's POV

I felt completely and utterly helpless as I stared at Marik's motionless body lying in front of me. I was beginning to get really worried, there was only so much blood in the human body and judging by the amount surrounding Marik, I wasn't hopeful for his survival.

I heard the sound of an engine approaching, but there were no sirens accompanying it, I looked up in curiosity and was surprised to see my host and Mariku approaching on what appeared to be a small motorcycle with four wheels.

They pulled up beside me and Ryou hopped off, rushing over to Marik.

Mariku slowly climbed off and approached me, stopping to stand by my side as he watched Ryou, "Did you know your light is training to be a doctor?"

I blinked in surprise, "What?"

Mariku nodded and watched as Ryou carefully looked Marik over, "He said he was going to school to be a doctor."

I never knew that about my landlord.

I guess I have a lot of learning to do.

Ryou looked up to us, a frown on his face, "He has some very severe head injuries, and I would be surprised if he came out of this alive…" He gently stroked Marik's cheeks, "Though he has made it this far, I have faith he will make it through.

Looking up as I heard sirens in the distance, I could see the flashing lights rapidly approaching.

Ryou took off his jacket and draped it over Marik, then walked over to join us, "I am going to take the four-wheeler back to the house. Mariku, you bring the car back and Bakura you ride in the ambulance with Marik. Give us a call when you get to the hospital and we will be right over okay?"

I nodded and Ryou climbed on the four-wheeler and Mariku gave me one last look before climbing into the car and starting it up.

They were both gone just as the ambulance arrived.

I gave one last look to Marik before both he and I were surrounded by people asking questions and wanting answers.

It was going to be one hell of a long night.

And now for the next chapters preview!

"It means he is in a deep sleep and can't be woken up." I informed Mariku quietly, hoping the doctor didn't wonder about his seemingly simplistic questions.

Until next time! I will try not to keep you waiting too long!