"Where's my brother?!" a normally calm Isis cried she rushed into the
hospital and over to the first nurse she saw. "Malik Ishtar!"
"Room 447," the nurse quickly replied and Isis took off running with Rishid trying to follow her but was having trouble keeping up. Bursting into the room, Isis discovered her brother once again fast asleep hooked up to various machines and wrapped up in bandages. "Oh Malik," she sadly moaned before something occurred to her. "Where's Marzuq?" she asked and Rishid shrugged his shoulders. Just then a doctor walked in to check up on Malik.
"Where is Marzuq?!" Isis demanded. "Where is my nephew?!"
"With his father," the doctor replied. "I think they went down to the cafeteria."
"Malik is Marzuq's father!" Isis yelled. "I can't believe you allowed someone to take him away like that!"
Unfortunately Isis' yelling woke a groggy Malik up. "What's going on?" he asked. "Isis?"
"Nothing's wrong," Isis lied knowing that it would break Malik's heart knowing Marzuq was missing. With Isis distracted with her brother the doctor took that opportunity to slip out of the room.
"I didn't ask what is wrong, I asked what's going on?" Malik replied with a tired yawn. "Is Marik back yet? He said he was only going to be a few minutes but this damn medication must have put me to sleep."
"He's really lost it," Isis whispered to Rishid. "He thinks Marik is here."
"I'll see if I can track down Marzuq," Rishid whispered back and turned around and opened the door only to come face to face with Marik, who had Marzuq in his arms. Both had grumpy looks on their faces and it was scary how much Marzuq looked like his father when he was mad.
"Good you finally got here," Marik said shoving Rishid aside and handing him Marzuq at the same time, who immediately started to whimper now that he was no longer with his father. "Take the brat."
"You!" Isis cried. "What are you doing here?! How can you be here?! You were defeated by the Pharaoh!"
Before Marik or Malik could answer her series of questions, Marzuq's whimpers turned into full-blown crying. "He wants you," Malik said with a smile on his face as a reluctant Marik stomped back over to Rishid and grabbed Marzuq back from him. Immediately Marzuq's cries stopped as he happily snuggled against Marik.
"Why me?" Marik asked with a groan while rolling his eyes. He then walked over and flopped down in the chair next to Malik's bed.
"You do the deed, you pay the price," Malik replied with a smile on his face. Malik then reached out with his good hand and started to stroke Marzuq's hair, while Isis and Rishid looked on with shock expressions on their faces. They never expected Malik to live after a comment like that.
Sensing that someone was staring at him, Marik turned his head and angrily looked at Isis and Rishid. "What?!"
"Nothing!" Rishid quickly replied. "It's ahh . . . good to see you again."
Marik suspiciously eyed her before turning his attention back to Malik who was looking mournfully at Marzuq. With a roll of his eyes, Marik leaned forward far enough so that Marzuq was hovering close to Malik's face since Malik was unable to hold him because of his injuries. Malik then placed a quick kiss to Marzuq's cheek before Marik flopped back down in his chair.
"Awww . . ." came Isis voice from behind them, causing Marik to snap his neck around and glare at her. He then stood and stormed over to her, shoving Marzuq in her arms in the process.
"I'm going home," he announced with a growl giving both Isis and Rishid a hateful look. He then strolled out of the room without another look back at any of them.
"Malik!" Isis yelled as soon as Marik was gone, handing Marzuq over to Rishid so that she wouldn't scare him. Malik meanwhile gave her an innocent look. "What is he doing here?! I know you did something!"
"Well remember that day I came back from Japan after learning that Anzu was pregnant and we had a fight?" Malik asked and Isis nodded her head.
"Go on."
"Well I bored, lonely and pissed so I accidentally read a spell out of one of the books in my room. I didn't think much of it since but then yesterday Marik showed up in a body of his own," Malik told them before getting a thoughtful look on his face. "He's somehow different though then how he was before. He's a lot nicer that's for sure and I know he'll never admit it but he does seem to have a weak spot for Marzuq. He even stayed up all night with Marzuq so that he wouldn't cry and I could get some rest."
"That was Marik!" Isis cried. "First off, Malik you should have known better then reading random spells that you have no clue what they do out of a book. Second, this is Marik we're talking about, he can't change!"
"You're wrong," Malik stubbornly replied. "I think something more is going on here then just Marik being something created from my hatred."
"Malik, the Pharaoh will not like this," Rishid told him.
"He doesn't have to know!" Malik cried. "Please just do this for me! Keep Marik a secret for a while. Just long enough until I can prove to you that he's change!"
"All right," Isis replied, sighing in defeat. She did have to admit that he did take care of Malik and Marzuq and he hadn't tried to kill her or Rishid that morning. "But if I see one sign that he's back to his old tricks I'm calling the Pharaoh right away to get rid of him."
"Deal!" Malik happily cried with a huge smile on his face. Isis couldn't help but smile as well as she walked over and lightly hugged him. It had been a long time since anyone but Marzuq had made him happy and part of her had to wonder if Marik would turn out to be good for him.
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Malik's motorcycle had been tolled to the police station after the accident had been cleared up and after reclaiming it, Marik headed on back to the Ishtar household. Marik wanted nothing more to then to get the sleep he had been robbed of earlier but he only got a few feet to the stairs when the phone started ringing.
Considering smashing the phone to pieces, Marik quickly realized that if he did that then Isis would be even more upset with him. Even to him, an angry Isis was not something he wanted to mess with on a daily basis and since the phone refused to stop ringing, Marik had little choice but to pick it up.
"What?!" he yelled in annoyance at whoever dared to call.
"Malik?" a nervous voice asked. "Is that you? I hadn't heard from in a few days so I called wondering if something was wrong."
"Who is this?" Marik demanded.
"Ryou."
"Then, no, this isn't Malik. My hikari is in the hospital right now if you must know."
"What—Just how did you get back?" a new voice asked as the spirit of the Millennium Ring took control of Ryou's body.
"Ahh . . . Bakura, if you must know that is my little secret," Marik taunted. "I bet you are jealous of me though. Not only am I back, but I have my own body too. No more sharing bodies for me. It is rather nice having a body of my own."
"Tell me how!" Bakura demanded and Marik could almost picture the former king of thieves burning with envy.
"I can't tell you, you'll have to come here," Marik replied, thinking that if he helped Bakura the thief would then owe him one, which could be useful in the future.
"Fine, I'll be on the next plane!"
"No deal if you are!" Marik quickly replied.
"Why not?!"
"Because baka if you were paying attention I said Malik was in the hospital."
"You sure work quick if you've already put your hikari in there."
"I had nothing to do with it!" Marik yelled in protest. "But still he's going to need time to recover! Wait a month or two then come."
"You can't boss me around!"
"No, but I am the only one who can get you a body for yourself and if you show up anytime sooner I'll let Isis deal with you." At that Marik could practically hear Bakura shudder.
"Fine," Bakura grumbled in defeat.
"And make sure you don't go blabbing to the Pharaoh or nobody!"
"Like I would willingly talk to him," Bakura scoffed.
"Ryou might," Marik reminded.
"Fine, I'll erase his memories of calling and remind him right before we leave."
"Good," Marik replied with a smirk. "I'll see you then good buddy."
"Shut up!" With that they both hung up the phone and Marik was finally able to continue on his way back to Malik's bedroom for some much needed rest.
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A/N – I know this chapter was short but exams and a move coming up next week have kept me from making it longer. The next chapter will be much longer.
Next Chapter – Marik gets conned into getting Marzuq a pet and Bakura arrives in Egypt.
"Room 447," the nurse quickly replied and Isis took off running with Rishid trying to follow her but was having trouble keeping up. Bursting into the room, Isis discovered her brother once again fast asleep hooked up to various machines and wrapped up in bandages. "Oh Malik," she sadly moaned before something occurred to her. "Where's Marzuq?" she asked and Rishid shrugged his shoulders. Just then a doctor walked in to check up on Malik.
"Where is Marzuq?!" Isis demanded. "Where is my nephew?!"
"With his father," the doctor replied. "I think they went down to the cafeteria."
"Malik is Marzuq's father!" Isis yelled. "I can't believe you allowed someone to take him away like that!"
Unfortunately Isis' yelling woke a groggy Malik up. "What's going on?" he asked. "Isis?"
"Nothing's wrong," Isis lied knowing that it would break Malik's heart knowing Marzuq was missing. With Isis distracted with her brother the doctor took that opportunity to slip out of the room.
"I didn't ask what is wrong, I asked what's going on?" Malik replied with a tired yawn. "Is Marik back yet? He said he was only going to be a few minutes but this damn medication must have put me to sleep."
"He's really lost it," Isis whispered to Rishid. "He thinks Marik is here."
"I'll see if I can track down Marzuq," Rishid whispered back and turned around and opened the door only to come face to face with Marik, who had Marzuq in his arms. Both had grumpy looks on their faces and it was scary how much Marzuq looked like his father when he was mad.
"Good you finally got here," Marik said shoving Rishid aside and handing him Marzuq at the same time, who immediately started to whimper now that he was no longer with his father. "Take the brat."
"You!" Isis cried. "What are you doing here?! How can you be here?! You were defeated by the Pharaoh!"
Before Marik or Malik could answer her series of questions, Marzuq's whimpers turned into full-blown crying. "He wants you," Malik said with a smile on his face as a reluctant Marik stomped back over to Rishid and grabbed Marzuq back from him. Immediately Marzuq's cries stopped as he happily snuggled against Marik.
"Why me?" Marik asked with a groan while rolling his eyes. He then walked over and flopped down in the chair next to Malik's bed.
"You do the deed, you pay the price," Malik replied with a smile on his face. Malik then reached out with his good hand and started to stroke Marzuq's hair, while Isis and Rishid looked on with shock expressions on their faces. They never expected Malik to live after a comment like that.
Sensing that someone was staring at him, Marik turned his head and angrily looked at Isis and Rishid. "What?!"
"Nothing!" Rishid quickly replied. "It's ahh . . . good to see you again."
Marik suspiciously eyed her before turning his attention back to Malik who was looking mournfully at Marzuq. With a roll of his eyes, Marik leaned forward far enough so that Marzuq was hovering close to Malik's face since Malik was unable to hold him because of his injuries. Malik then placed a quick kiss to Marzuq's cheek before Marik flopped back down in his chair.
"Awww . . ." came Isis voice from behind them, causing Marik to snap his neck around and glare at her. He then stood and stormed over to her, shoving Marzuq in her arms in the process.
"I'm going home," he announced with a growl giving both Isis and Rishid a hateful look. He then strolled out of the room without another look back at any of them.
"Malik!" Isis yelled as soon as Marik was gone, handing Marzuq over to Rishid so that she wouldn't scare him. Malik meanwhile gave her an innocent look. "What is he doing here?! I know you did something!"
"Well remember that day I came back from Japan after learning that Anzu was pregnant and we had a fight?" Malik asked and Isis nodded her head.
"Go on."
"Well I bored, lonely and pissed so I accidentally read a spell out of one of the books in my room. I didn't think much of it since but then yesterday Marik showed up in a body of his own," Malik told them before getting a thoughtful look on his face. "He's somehow different though then how he was before. He's a lot nicer that's for sure and I know he'll never admit it but he does seem to have a weak spot for Marzuq. He even stayed up all night with Marzuq so that he wouldn't cry and I could get some rest."
"That was Marik!" Isis cried. "First off, Malik you should have known better then reading random spells that you have no clue what they do out of a book. Second, this is Marik we're talking about, he can't change!"
"You're wrong," Malik stubbornly replied. "I think something more is going on here then just Marik being something created from my hatred."
"Malik, the Pharaoh will not like this," Rishid told him.
"He doesn't have to know!" Malik cried. "Please just do this for me! Keep Marik a secret for a while. Just long enough until I can prove to you that he's change!"
"All right," Isis replied, sighing in defeat. She did have to admit that he did take care of Malik and Marzuq and he hadn't tried to kill her or Rishid that morning. "But if I see one sign that he's back to his old tricks I'm calling the Pharaoh right away to get rid of him."
"Deal!" Malik happily cried with a huge smile on his face. Isis couldn't help but smile as well as she walked over and lightly hugged him. It had been a long time since anyone but Marzuq had made him happy and part of her had to wonder if Marik would turn out to be good for him.
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Malik's motorcycle had been tolled to the police station after the accident had been cleared up and after reclaiming it, Marik headed on back to the Ishtar household. Marik wanted nothing more to then to get the sleep he had been robbed of earlier but he only got a few feet to the stairs when the phone started ringing.
Considering smashing the phone to pieces, Marik quickly realized that if he did that then Isis would be even more upset with him. Even to him, an angry Isis was not something he wanted to mess with on a daily basis and since the phone refused to stop ringing, Marik had little choice but to pick it up.
"What?!" he yelled in annoyance at whoever dared to call.
"Malik?" a nervous voice asked. "Is that you? I hadn't heard from in a few days so I called wondering if something was wrong."
"Who is this?" Marik demanded.
"Ryou."
"Then, no, this isn't Malik. My hikari is in the hospital right now if you must know."
"What—Just how did you get back?" a new voice asked as the spirit of the Millennium Ring took control of Ryou's body.
"Ahh . . . Bakura, if you must know that is my little secret," Marik taunted. "I bet you are jealous of me though. Not only am I back, but I have my own body too. No more sharing bodies for me. It is rather nice having a body of my own."
"Tell me how!" Bakura demanded and Marik could almost picture the former king of thieves burning with envy.
"I can't tell you, you'll have to come here," Marik replied, thinking that if he helped Bakura the thief would then owe him one, which could be useful in the future.
"Fine, I'll be on the next plane!"
"No deal if you are!" Marik quickly replied.
"Why not?!"
"Because baka if you were paying attention I said Malik was in the hospital."
"You sure work quick if you've already put your hikari in there."
"I had nothing to do with it!" Marik yelled in protest. "But still he's going to need time to recover! Wait a month or two then come."
"You can't boss me around!"
"No, but I am the only one who can get you a body for yourself and if you show up anytime sooner I'll let Isis deal with you." At that Marik could practically hear Bakura shudder.
"Fine," Bakura grumbled in defeat.
"And make sure you don't go blabbing to the Pharaoh or nobody!"
"Like I would willingly talk to him," Bakura scoffed.
"Ryou might," Marik reminded.
"Fine, I'll erase his memories of calling and remind him right before we leave."
"Good," Marik replied with a smirk. "I'll see you then good buddy."
"Shut up!" With that they both hung up the phone and Marik was finally able to continue on his way back to Malik's bedroom for some much needed rest.
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A/N – I know this chapter was short but exams and a move coming up next week have kept me from making it longer. The next chapter will be much longer.
Next Chapter – Marik gets conned into getting Marzuq a pet and Bakura arrives in Egypt.