Chapter Six: A Meeting
Bakura had been crouched atop a trash can not two feet away from the strange looking youth for hours, waiting for him to wake up. What he had to say to him was of the utmost importance. Yami was trying to save the world, yes. And there WAS an evil greater than anything the tomb robber had ever seen approaching fast. What everyone else failed to see, however, was that this was another way for the Pharaoh to gain power again. And, since no one paid him any attention-No one would notice.
When Marik woke he shook his hair sleepily out of his eyes. Using the wall to stand up he prepared to walk the rest of the way to his house. The Egyptian didn't even notice the cold sensation that he always felt when another spirit neared his own. Thusly, he almost jumped out of his skin when the spirit of the ring slid silently up to him.
"Boo." Bakura whispered. Just this was enough to scare Marik into whirling around, holding up some imaginary weapon with which he was to defend himself. Laughing almost maniacly Bakura nearly lost his balance and fell over.
"GYAAHK! Don't DO that you filthy spirit!!!" Marik snapped at the ancient thief. Bakura was one of the only people in the world who seemed to be immune to his glares, and this was not a detail that Marik found particularly pleasing. He didn't particularly enjoy the company of the spirit. Knowing that Bakura had performed the ritual that saved his life didn't help either. He felt like he owed the man something.
Recovering, Bakura put on a more serious manner. As much as he loathed conversation with the living, he had to tell Marik what Yami was up to. As the possessor of the Melinium Rod he would be a valuble weapon. The fact that he was also one of the only mortals to use magic was interesting as well. Still, talking to someone of flesh and blood was never a pleasant ordeal for Bakura. He had been a tomb robber for as long as he could remember, preferring to steal from the dead than live amongst the living.
"Marik." Bakura hissed. He hadn't meant for it to sound that way, but it was the natural tone of his voice. " I'm guessing Yami told you about his plan to defeat this 'new evil'-Yes?" Judging by the puzzled look on the mortal's face he had not. " He needs all the magic he can gather. Once he finds a significant amount of people with ability, he will pick the strongest and they will be flown to wherever their particular magic is the strongest. After that, they will all use their different abilities to open portals trough oblivion, and into the world of dreams. There, this 'evil' will be bound again before it can gnaw through to physicality. Do you understand, or would you prefer a written copy?"
Marik was shocked at the speed with which the Tomb Robber delivered this speech. He nodded his head vaguely and turned to walk out the alleyway when the spirit's sharp voice caught him as surely as a vice.
" I didn't explain the catch. Yami is only doing this for two reasons. To save his own hide, and to gain power." Marik turned to walk away again, apparently giving no consideration to the matter. " Marik, Do you REALIZE that if that man gains power, he will most likely bring down civilization as you know it? Nevermind the fact that you will be one of the first ones put to death."
Marik's eyes glinted dimly in the fading light of the day. Did the tomb robber honestly think that Marik would help him? Marik didn't really care either way. His lip brought itself into a wolf like snarl as he replied.
" Thief, Since when have I cared about my life? Since when have I cared about 'civilization as we know it'? Since when has ' civilization as we know it' ever cared about me? Is this mission dangerous?" Marik's eyebrows arched hopefully. In reply, the robber gave him a look that said something along the lines of ' If you happen to be dumb enough to ask a question that obvious, you might be better off not participating.'
If Marik wouldn't have to live through the aftermath of whatever was going on, he would surely go along on this expedition.
" Thief, I do not think that this alleyway would be the best place to discuss these matters. The wall's have ears. Come to my house and tell me your plan in more detail." Before Marik could make it back onto the sidewalk, Bakura hit him in the head with a swift hand.
" If I must be seen with the likes of you," Said the robber with distaste "At least have the decency to be properly clothed. You look strange enough anyway." With this he brought out from behind his back a T-shirt and handed it to Marik who was, for the first time, realizing that he still hadn't gotten a shirt to replace the bloodstained shreds that were left of his former one.
"Says the hologram." Marik retorted sarcastically. Ripping the tags off of the shirt quickly he arched an eyebrow at the white haired man beside him. Remembering the latter's former profession, Marik quickly deducted that he didn't owe the other man anything. Walking home, he prayed that no one had seen the blood spattered walls and carpet of his apartment and called the police. again.
Bakura had been crouched atop a trash can not two feet away from the strange looking youth for hours, waiting for him to wake up. What he had to say to him was of the utmost importance. Yami was trying to save the world, yes. And there WAS an evil greater than anything the tomb robber had ever seen approaching fast. What everyone else failed to see, however, was that this was another way for the Pharaoh to gain power again. And, since no one paid him any attention-No one would notice.
When Marik woke he shook his hair sleepily out of his eyes. Using the wall to stand up he prepared to walk the rest of the way to his house. The Egyptian didn't even notice the cold sensation that he always felt when another spirit neared his own. Thusly, he almost jumped out of his skin when the spirit of the ring slid silently up to him.
"Boo." Bakura whispered. Just this was enough to scare Marik into whirling around, holding up some imaginary weapon with which he was to defend himself. Laughing almost maniacly Bakura nearly lost his balance and fell over.
"GYAAHK! Don't DO that you filthy spirit!!!" Marik snapped at the ancient thief. Bakura was one of the only people in the world who seemed to be immune to his glares, and this was not a detail that Marik found particularly pleasing. He didn't particularly enjoy the company of the spirit. Knowing that Bakura had performed the ritual that saved his life didn't help either. He felt like he owed the man something.
Recovering, Bakura put on a more serious manner. As much as he loathed conversation with the living, he had to tell Marik what Yami was up to. As the possessor of the Melinium Rod he would be a valuble weapon. The fact that he was also one of the only mortals to use magic was interesting as well. Still, talking to someone of flesh and blood was never a pleasant ordeal for Bakura. He had been a tomb robber for as long as he could remember, preferring to steal from the dead than live amongst the living.
"Marik." Bakura hissed. He hadn't meant for it to sound that way, but it was the natural tone of his voice. " I'm guessing Yami told you about his plan to defeat this 'new evil'-Yes?" Judging by the puzzled look on the mortal's face he had not. " He needs all the magic he can gather. Once he finds a significant amount of people with ability, he will pick the strongest and they will be flown to wherever their particular magic is the strongest. After that, they will all use their different abilities to open portals trough oblivion, and into the world of dreams. There, this 'evil' will be bound again before it can gnaw through to physicality. Do you understand, or would you prefer a written copy?"
Marik was shocked at the speed with which the Tomb Robber delivered this speech. He nodded his head vaguely and turned to walk out the alleyway when the spirit's sharp voice caught him as surely as a vice.
" I didn't explain the catch. Yami is only doing this for two reasons. To save his own hide, and to gain power." Marik turned to walk away again, apparently giving no consideration to the matter. " Marik, Do you REALIZE that if that man gains power, he will most likely bring down civilization as you know it? Nevermind the fact that you will be one of the first ones put to death."
Marik's eyes glinted dimly in the fading light of the day. Did the tomb robber honestly think that Marik would help him? Marik didn't really care either way. His lip brought itself into a wolf like snarl as he replied.
" Thief, Since when have I cared about my life? Since when have I cared about 'civilization as we know it'? Since when has ' civilization as we know it' ever cared about me? Is this mission dangerous?" Marik's eyebrows arched hopefully. In reply, the robber gave him a look that said something along the lines of ' If you happen to be dumb enough to ask a question that obvious, you might be better off not participating.'
If Marik wouldn't have to live through the aftermath of whatever was going on, he would surely go along on this expedition.
" Thief, I do not think that this alleyway would be the best place to discuss these matters. The wall's have ears. Come to my house and tell me your plan in more detail." Before Marik could make it back onto the sidewalk, Bakura hit him in the head with a swift hand.
" If I must be seen with the likes of you," Said the robber with distaste "At least have the decency to be properly clothed. You look strange enough anyway." With this he brought out from behind his back a T-shirt and handed it to Marik who was, for the first time, realizing that he still hadn't gotten a shirt to replace the bloodstained shreds that were left of his former one.
"Says the hologram." Marik retorted sarcastically. Ripping the tags off of the shirt quickly he arched an eyebrow at the white haired man beside him. Remembering the latter's former profession, Marik quickly deducted that he didn't owe the other man anything. Walking home, he prayed that no one had seen the blood spattered walls and carpet of his apartment and called the police. again.