AN: Bakura's got a filthy mouth. Don't say I didn't warn you. Heck, for future reference, all of the vampires are going to be extremely vulgar. Just in case you hadn't noticed already.
Chapter Two: Coded Messages
Name: Bakura (First name forgotten)
Age: 918 (or so)
Birth date: 1142 (Specific date forgotten)
Current Residence: Withheld
Origin: Present-day Ireland
Existing Family: None
Parents: Forgotten (although, in theory, it must have been a man and a woman)
Hair: White
Eyes: Brown
Height: 178 cm (5 ft, 10 in.)
Weight: 57 Kg (125 lbs.)
Identifying Marks: Various scars; tattoo of skull (shoulder), Celtic design (right arm)
Begin Entry
Fuck you, Kaiba. And I mean that in the rudest possible way. You'd think it would be saying something that I haven't contacted any of you in fifty years! Not to mention that it was you who found me… after five years of searching! Oh and let me also point out that, even now, fifty years after the war, you only have my e-mail address, you damn hacker.
Anyway, I think it says something; it says 'back the hell off!' I really don't want to talk to you or any of you fucking assholes!
Haha! I can see you reading this and flinching at my profanity. I'll bet you're covering your brother's eyes! Well, too fucking bad! Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!
…
Okay, so I'm back. I had a shower and got dressed. And I made myself some coffee. I guess that puts me in a better mood. Well, maybe not.
I've decided that, mostly due to a lack of other productive activities on my 'to do' list, I'll actually answer your damn message.
It's hard to think of when it all started. Upon reflection, I realize that things were probably going to hell before I noticed anything. Things were probably going to hell the second Marik and Malik met. However, all I can relate is my… part… in this fucking soap opera, so for my 'purposes' I will begin with the moment I noticed that the proverbial shit was about to hit the proverbial fan.
Thinking back to when it 'started', I probably should have noticed things were going to hell way before I actually did. It's not that I didn't notice months before the battle; I just should have noticed far earlier. Marik was my child, after all.
I should have noticed he was withdrawing from certain events. I should have noticed how he was never there when hunters attacked. And I definitely should have noticed how he would disappear for hours or days at a time and when I would see him again, he would never have a good excuse for his disappearance. However, I didn't notice; I didn't really bother to dig out the answers either. At least, not until I took an unexpected trip to the art museum.
There was a special exhibit on 'British Art through the Centuries' at a nearby art museum and I decided to burn up a little time one weekday afternoon by looking through the exhibit. It was interesting, I suppose. A few pieces were before my time--so I looked at them for an hour or so--but then it just became things that I had already seen before, so I began to lose interest. I roamed through the displays and I let my mind wander.
That is, until I saw a special piece that I recognized. I had known the artist when I was younger, around five or six hundred years old and he was half my age. He was very smart and talented and his voice had been wonderful to listen to. You could listen to him speak for hours on end and never grow bored, no matter what he was saying. He had this way of mesmerizing you; he sort of sang his ideas and they wandered into your mind until they were a part of you. He was a wonderful lawyer. At least, he could have been if he had enjoyed it. It was almost a pity that his heart was so delicate. All he wanted to do was glorify beauty and happiness and love everyday, but his parents didn't approve.
They had wanted their son to be a lawyer and make money and be successful. His heart was so soft that he could not bring himself to hurt their memory, so he became a lawyer and then a judge. I remember when I learned of his death. A Hunter shot him in the heart.
I laughed when I heard of his death; I found it ironic that a man devoted to beauty would be killed because someone perceived him to be ugly.
I looked at the sculpture and wondered if I dared to simply steal it. I could feel my hand itch to simply smash the glass surrounding the sculpture and run away with the piece of stone. The itch grew and I ran my hand across the glass. I was about to give into my temptation--I had even pulled my fist back to break the glass--when I heard the sound of hurrying footsteps. Taking my hand off the display case, I hurried out of the hall and I ran into a long hallway.
I was almost down the hallway, when I saw a familiar flash of blond hair. I did a double take and noticed that it was Marik. You could have knocked me over with a whisper! Marik? In an art museum? (Hell, I couldn't see anyone I knew at the time in an art museum, but that's beside the point.)
I decided, very unwisely, that Marik must have been up to something and I also decided, again unwisely, that I should follow him. He was my child; therefore, he was my responsibility and I take my responsibilities seriously. This explains why I've only ever had two children in my rather extensive lifetime.
I followed Marik at a distance, and watched as he entered a closet. I opened my hearing to pick up a softest sounds, and discovered that Marik was not alone in the closet. The closest door muffled the conversation on the other side of the door, but I could make out most of it.
"Marik?"
"It's me, love."
"Thank God! What happened? I was so worried when you were late."
"I was held up by my child. Jou was forced to change a boy the other night."
"Why?"
"The boy was hurt by my other child, Keith."
"I heard about that. The clan leaders aren't taking it too lightly. Most of the hunters are really upset over the whole incident."
'A hunter?! WHAT THE FUCK, MARIK?!' I wondered as I realized the occupation of Marik's guest.
"Yami is keeping the whole shitty thing under wraps, but Keith isn't going to be around for much longer. Yami's really cracking down because of the murders. Fortunately, Yami thinks that Keith might have been behind the murders, so this whole incident might actually solve all our fucking problems."
"Even if Yami tells the clans that, they're still out for blood. Everyone had been really tense this past month, and now with this attack, they're all about to explode. The two hunters that were attacked last night were unarmed, but they were still confronted!" There was a pause before Marik's 'visitor' continued cautiously. "You… weren't there… were you, Marik?"
"Yeah, I was there."
"Damn it, Marik! Why can't you stay out of hunter business? What if I have to hurt you one day? I… I'm scared."
"You could come with me, Malik."
"You know I can't. Come on, its only six weeks till the wedding."
"You still want to be damn human for your sister's bonding?"
"It's important! I have to be there and I won't shame her on that day. But after that… we can leave together."
"I know; I can wait for you, Malik. Love you."
"Love you too." Marik's 'friend', Malik, whispered. I could hear the sounds of kissing and then heavy panting as the two broke apart.
"I have to go. With that attack, the leaders are really edgy. Be careful?"
"All right. I'm free next Thursday."
"I can't. Can you make Friday?"
"Sure, I'll be at the place."
"Till then."
I bit my lip and waited out of sight, but close enough for Marik to smell me. I watched from my hiding place as a faintly shorter, and younger, version of Marik walked by. He wore his blond hair long, but it hung around his face, unlike Marik's hair, which stuck up at odd angles. The boy also wore gold armbands around his upper arms and wrists. He wore a purple shirt with gold chains and a pair of beige pants. Shrugging off the feeling that I had just seen Marik's twin walk by, I waited until I heard Marik's approaching footsteps before I stepped out in front of Marik and turned to my face so I could look him in the eye.
"Bakura! Wha-what are you doing here?" Marik asked, looking around nervously. I turned my entire body so I was facing him straight on and shrugged.
"I could ask you the same thing." I replied. I could tell the lack of emotion in my voice scared Marik, but I didn't really care.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means 'What the hell are you doing fucking a hunter?'"
"Are you going to tell anyone?"
"It's not their damn business."
"Thanks." Marik sighed, relaxing slightly.
"Don't bother. Marik, do you want to be killed? Because if you do, you only had to ask! You and this hunter being together is like a rabbit falling in love with a wolf!"
"I'm not a wolf and he's no rabbit!" Marik shot back, tensing again.
"I meant it the other way around."
"I can take care of myself. But even if I couldn't, he isn't going to hurt me!"
"Really? Are you sure? He was raised to hate our kind from the day he could think past 'feed me mommy.' He's been reared to kill vampires! Every thought that goes in to his damn mind is anti-vampire!"
"Why the hell do you care anyway?"
"It may surprise you but, as your master, I am responsible for you. Your problems are my problems. It's my fucking duty! My obligation is to keep you safe!"
"Well, no one asked you the change me! Besides, I can take care of myself, you bastard!"
"Look you don't need a silver knife to cause pain! I hate to tell you this, but I've found that humans have this unhealthy habit of dying after a certain length of time. What are you going to do when he dies?"
"I don't know; I don't care! I'm just living for today; tomorrow can go fuck itself."
"Tomorrow's going to fuck you if you're not careful!"
"Just because someone you cared about died on you, doesn't mean…" Marik began.
I punched him.
"You shut up right now!" I ordered him, as I stood over him. He pushed himself in a sitting position, but didn't bother to stand as he nursed his bloody nose. "Humans die, and if you're thinking of changing him, think again! Do you really think your boy toy is going to leave everything he's got… for you? He's going to keep putting it off and putting it off. And then, one day, he's not going to wake up. And you're going to hurt. So you think really hard about what you're doing, you understand, Marik? Use your damn brains for once! You balls and dick deserve a break."
I turned around and left, quickly striding down the hallway, leaving Marik's stunned form behind me. I left the museum and let out a sigh. I knew that my tirade wasn't going to stop Marik from seeing the hunter; if anything they'd now be joined at the hip. However, I had to warn him. I looked back up at the museum and wondered if Marik knew that I cared.
I know that I am not, nor ever was, an open person. I never did have a very good handle on my emotions. Really, that only emotion I could ever really handle was anger and happiness. Pretty much all my other emotions are shot to hell. Reality sucks.
I wandered down the street, licking Marik's blood off my knuckles, and turned left onto a random side street. I kept twisting and turning through the city, making sure to not follow any sort of pattern as I attempted to get myself completely lost in the large city. I finally succeeded and was forced to deal with the unfortunate side effect of getting myself lost. I had no idea in hell of where I was.
Inhaling deeply, I sniffed twice and cursed my own stupidity as the scent of several hunters floated towards me. Jumping up, I clambered onto a nearby fire escape and hurried up the apartment building. I had reached the seventh floor when I saw three people come and stand under the fire escape. I smelt the air and stiffened when I knew that they were hunters. Knowing I was unequipped to deal with the heavily armed hunters, the scent of silver was heavy about them, I slowly lowered myself into a crouch and tried to blend in with the shadows.
The brunette was surrounded by the faint scent of blood as well as silver and I could see a bandage that was wrapped around his head. The second tallest had his arm wrapped around the brunette's waist and was kissing the brunette's neck, much to the embarrassment of the short albino. The albino had his right arm in a cast that went up to the middle of his upper arm. I focused my vision on the blushing albino and was slightly startled at the similarity between our appearances. Of course, I figured it was probably because of the distance and the fact that we had the same colored hair. It's by far our most striking feature.
"You're sure you'll be okay?" The only uninjured boy asked the albino.
"Yes. I can handle myself. Besides, I'm not dumb enough to go around unarmed."
"Really? And what was last night, then?"
"A mistake. Come on, your dad already ripped us a new one. Do you have to, too, love?" The brunette asked, kissing his boyfriend.
"You know you're still in trouble, right, Honda?"
"Humph. Well, it was worth a shot." Honda grunted.
"Uh, I'd better get home." The albino blushed.
"We can walk you home, if you want, Ryou." Honda offered.
"No. I'll be fine. You two go off."
"You sure?" Honda's boyfriend asked.
"I'll be fine, Otogi. Just promise me you'll get a room." Ryou laughed, before he ran off, leaving his friends to call mock threats after him, before they hurried off.
I stood up from my crouch and smiled.
"Ryou. What a pretty name for a pretty boy." I nodded, letting Ryou's name roll off my tongue. Hey, I never said I wasn't a hypocrite.
I hate to tell you this… a certain length of time. - Not my line. This is a take off of a line from the Gundam Wing fic, Dark Date by The DeathBunnie. (I just know it's a fairly common trait among humans, y'know? They tend to die after a given length of time.)
