WARNING: This chapter contains . . . [Language]


Edit Update: 1/1/2016

Did some majorly minor editing.


The next fifteen minutes were the longest fifteen minutes of Bakura's life.

He was currently standing with his arms crossed as he leaned against the massive rock, which he had been able to get a good look at while waiting for the girl that Ishizu had said would arrive. It was much larger than the one at the museum in Domino City, but it did share one characteristic: carvings that spoke of a prophecy. As to what that prophecy might be, Bakura couldn't even begin to guess. The style of the drawings was much different from the ones in Ancient Egypt, so they were unfamiliar to him. All he knew was that it contained a picture of two men who were dressed in strange loincloths and headdresses while riding some sort of creature that resembled a horse. It made him wonder if they were the blokes from this movie that he and Marik were replacing.

Wondering this reminded him about why he was feeling uncomfortable.

Also leaning against the rock was Marik, who was close enough to him that their elbows were touching; just enough for Bakura to feel the other boy's body heat. This wouldn't have been a problem if Ishizu weren't standing but a few feet away. And she was staring at them with unblinking eyes, her impassive expression acting as a perfect poker face. Was she judging him. making sure that he didn't try anything with her idiotic sibling? He would feel a lot better if he knew the answer.

"All of us don't have to be out here at once." Bakura finally said, closing his eyes and pressing the back of his head against the cold stone in an attempt to look uninterested in his own suggestion. She must not see that she was getting any sort of reaction out of him from her behavior.

"It would be wise for all of us to stick together." She replied, not moving an inch. "She will be arriving at any moment."

"Bor-ING!" Marik cried out before sitting down. "This is lame!"

Bakura raised an eyebrow. He had noticed that Marik was even more childish when his sister was around. And a lot more noisy. "If you're so bored, why don't you go back inside and entertain yourself?"

"But there's nothing to do in there." He answered, drawing crude pictures in the dirt with a small stick he had found next to him.

Bakura felt tempted to say something along the lines of 'I can think of a few things we could do' but kept it to himself. His flirtation would probably go unnoticed to Marik, but he was pretty sure that Ishizu would get his meaning and realize the kind of thoughts he had for her brother.

Marik suddenly stood upright. "I have to pee-tinkle!"

Bakura groaned. "Then just go and do it instead of telling us about it."

"Okay!"

Once Marik had gone behind the rock to enter the tent, Bakura tried to relax. The tension was gone now, but in its place was an awkward silence. The fact that even the jungle animals couldn't be heard only made it worse.

"So," Bakura said, taking on the look of indifference; as if he were only asking this out of sheer boredom. "Are you going to be sticking around with us?"

"I will be staying here." She answered. "If there comes a time when you need to know your future, we shall meet again."

"Why don't you just tell us the future right now and skip all of the convoluted bulls***?"

"Because shut up."

Instead of arguing, Bakura simply stopped their conversation there. It didn't matter whether she told him the future or not. He had already decided what he was going to do after arriving in El Dorado, and hearing it from Ishizu wasn't going to change anything. But that wasn't the only reason. Right after their discussion, the two of them heard the sound of someone approaching. When they looked in the direction of the waterfall that was to the left of the rock they stood next to, a small group of men holding spears and wearing clothes that were similar to the ones worn by the men in the stone carving came into view. And they were racing right towards them.

"Where is the girl you mentioned?" Bakura asked. "I thought you said that she was going to appear first."

"She can't have gone far." She walked up to the white haired boy. "Go and find Marik and I will delay them."

Marik exited the tent and took in a deep breath, ready to shout out to the others that he was done using the restroom, when something rammed into him, knocking the Egyptian to the ground.

"Oops." The one who had accidentally tackled Marik and was now laying on top of him produced a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"Wha'?" Was all that Marik could say as winged kuribohs flew in a circle above his head.

"You okay?" The girl sat up and gave his cheek a slight slap. "I didn't hit you that hard." When he didn't respond, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled the upper half of his body up before increasing the force of her slaps, hoping that it would wake him up; but to no avail. "Whatever."

She let go of the crop-top, letting Marik fall back into his previous position before looking around, searching for the item she had been carrying and dropped when she had collided with the oddly dressed stranger. When her brown eyes finally caught sight of the wrapped up bundle, the girl smiled to herself until she saw the pale figure standing next to it, who was glaring at the scene in front of him.

"Unless you want to be introduced to your liver," Bakura said, "I suggest that you get off of him."

The girl looked down and saw that she was still sitting on top of the boy she had knocked unconscious. "Oh." She quickly scrambled off and stood up, dusting herself off before placing a hand on her hip and pointing at the bundle with the other. "Could you please hand that over? I'm in a hurry."

Bakura grinned and reached for his knife. "You won't be needing it where you're going."

"And I also predict that the New York Jets are going to defeat the Miami Dolphins." Ishizu explained as the men with spears wrote down her predictions on pieces of animal skin that acted as paper, hoping to use this information to win some bets.

"Sorry to interrupt." Bakura stepped forward, keeping his weapon pressed against the girl's throat while twisting her arm behind her back. "But I believe we have something of yours."

"Where is my brother?" Ishizu asked.

"He was knocked out."

She sighed, as if this were something that happened a lot. "I will go and get him."

As she walked off, Bakura removed the blade from the girl's auburn skin and pushed, causing her to be caught by the armed men. When she saw that there was no escape, she gave Bakura a resentful look. He didn't care. She was just another person to add to the long list of people who hated him. One more wouldn't make a difference. He just wished that he could have been the one to kill her. After all, he hadn't been able to murder anyone for at least a week, and he craved to see some fresh blood.

"Bakura!" Marik, who had recovered from his blackout, ran up to his companion. "After my pee-tinkle I had the strangest dream. In it people were playing card games on motorcycles! Talk about crazy!"

As he was talking, Ishizu - who was holding Artax's reins as Churro sat on the horse's back - walked over to them and faced Bakura once her brother had finished talking. "Get on."

"Why should we?" Bakura asked.

"Because-"

"Because shut up. I know."

"I was actually going to say 'because it is important to the plot of the story'."

"Oh."

Bakura and Marik did as they were told and climbed onto the white stallion, wondering why this was necessary. Unknowing to them, the sun had slowly broken through the gray clouds that had covered the sky, pouring its light on the two boys and the massive rock that stood behind them. The spear carrying men gazed at the sight in front of them in awe as they realized that these strangers resembled the carving. Without delay, they began to lead them to the waterfall, anxious to present them to their people.