WARNING: This chapter contains . . . [Mild Language / Suggestive Narrative]
Edit Update: 1/1/2016
Did some majorly minor editing.
If the map was correct - and it hadn't steered them wrong yet - their next stopping point was the last one before arriving at El Dorado. Random memories of their journey thus far raced through Bakura's mind. It had felt like a lifetime, and yet it was as if it had all happened in a matter of seconds. And he was glad that it would soon be finally over.
"Let's get this over with." He grumbled to himself as he continued to climb up the steep slope.
"Are we there yet?!"
Bakura flinched. Why did Marik have to keep asking that whenever things got too quiet for his taste? Though he supposed that it was better than his endless rants about things that no one else cared about. But he did know that when they split up he would probably find himself missing it. Or maybe he would finally be able to enjoy some peace and quiet for a change. Not that it mattered.
When he reached the top, Bakura shielded his eyes from the sun, which was just about to set. Once it fell behind a cluster of treetops, he took in the view and smiled to himself. From up here you could see everything, and it made him feel powerful in a way, as if he were surveying the area before conquering it for his own. Not that he would want to. Marik was the one who fancied the idea of becoming Pharaoh after defeating their arch nemesis. Bakura would be perfectly content with a hole in the ground, surrounded by plunder and his disemboweled victims. Simple was the way to go. Things were easier that way. And things were never simple or easy with Marik, whose idiotic schemes were anything but subtle.
Bakura shook his head, reminding himself not to think about him. "Idiot."
"Wow!" Marik exclaimed when he stood next to his companion before he began pointing. "Look, Bakura! There's the hot spring!"
"Don't remind me." The incident with Officer Trudge was enough to make his blood boil.
"And that's where those leeches were!"
"Marik, I can see just fine. I don't need you to point them all out."
"This is the part where the sexy boy and girl kiss each other."
"What?"
Marik looked at him as if what he had said was obvious. "This is like every romance movie ever made ever! They go to the romantic setting and stare at the sunset together before sucking each other's faces off and then the next day they get into an argument and fight with each other while it's raining but they forget about it by the next day and start kissing again before the credits roll and I take the ice cubes from my soda home with me and-"
"I get it." If he hadn't interrupted, Marik probably would have gone on all day. And he wasn't in the mood to listen to him talk about his ice cube fetish.
"Too bad we don't have any faces to suck off."
"No indeed." Bakura cast a sidelong glance at his blond companion, who was watching the darkening sky. He wasn't much of a romantic - if at all - but he did like the idea of the two of them kissing here, seemingly on top of the world. And him talking about 'sucking' gave him a few ideas for what they could also do up here. "Marik-"
A moving pink wall blocked his vision of everything else as he felt a gush of wind sweep past him. Bakura stepped back and saw that a massive colony of butterflies had flown in front of them. When he looked to the left - in the direction that they were coming from - he saw that they were coming out of an opening in a rock that resembled a dragon head, making it look like a stone creature was vomiting pink fire. Some might have called it beautiful, but Bakura just thought it looked extremely bizarre. He much preferred the sight of black bats leaving their dark dwelling to hunt their prey.
"Where are they going?" Marik asked.
"Why do you care?"
Marik didn't answer and sat down in a cross legged position as he watched them go. Bakura shrugged and sat next to him before laying down, putting his hands behind his head.
"I don't know what it is about butterflies that people love so bloody much." Bakura said. Although he did see the appeal of catching them and sticking pins into their bodies. "They don't even live that long." Maybe that was the reason. People found themselves clinging onto things that would soon disappear. Like him with Marik.
"I wish I could live forever like you do." Marik said in a surprisingly serious tone.
Bakura stared up at the clouds overheard and thought about his five thousand years on this crummy planet. So many faces that had been lost in time; places that he had visited that he would probably never see again; a trail of blood that followed him wherever he went. "Living forever is overrated."
"Your face is overrated!" And just like that, the mood was shattered.
Bakura closed his eyes and scowled. "Shut your buggering face."
"Shut your own buggering face!"
Bakura rolled onto his side, his back facing Marik. Sometimes the boy was oh so very tiring . . .
"We both want her dead." The anti-yaoi leader - whose name was Elma - said to the other leader, her arms crossed.
Stacie nodded. "Yep."
"And we're both searching for her."
"Yep."
Elma did a mix of a grimace and a smile as he held out her hand. "Let us join forces. Just this once until she's dead."
The other girl cocked an eyebrow before turning around to face her followers. All of them looked like they didn't like the idea, but at the same time they all knew that their hatred for the writer was stronger than anything else. Stacie saw this and nodded, letting them know that she knew their answer before facing Elma again.
"Well?" Elma asked.
Stacie shook her hand. "Let's get her."
Elma half grinned before holding up her machine gun. "CHARGE!"
The two groups of girls merged together as one and ran in the direction that the plane had gone, ready to shoot anyone who got in their way.
