Wounded Hearts

Chapter 2: Of Threats and Desperation

"My pharoh...it seems that there were countless robberries in the west village. All dealing with with the sacred tombs."

Yami glared at her, "WHAT!"
He stood up and started pacing, "And the culprits!?"
"We know nothing of them, Pharoh." the Priestess known as Isis Ishtar said, bowing down to him with respect, especially at a time like this, when the pharohs voice was filled with anger.

Yami looked at Set, "This is absurd!"

He looked back at Isis, "You are of the Ishtar Clan! YOU should be protecting the tombs! And you call yourself an Ishtar ..."

"Well ... my Pharoh...." she stuttered, uncertain of what she should say, but Pharaoh Yami looked at her with disgust. He then glanced over at Priest Set. He saw no expression of importance of what was going on, on his face.

"Set! Isis! What is the meaning of this! Have you suddenly decided to let Egypt go to ruins!"

Yami continued his pacing, the speed increased as did his anger.

"Of course not ..." Set said, suddenly speaking up. "Pharaoh ..." he added in after the pharaoh glared at him.

Yami growled at them both, "The nerve! You will find out who is behind this or I shall have you stripped naked and crucified!"

An image of that popped up in Priestess Isis's head. She shuddered inwardly at this. "Y-Yes...my Pharaoh." Both bowed down and left the room.


"Then prepare to die."

Marik gasped when he heard those words come out of Bakura's mouth.

"N-no ... you can't ..."
Tears streamed down his face.

" I can and I will ..." he said, pressing the dagger harder onto Marik's throat.

Marik felt the blade sink into his throat even more and choked for breath. Blood had pooled around his neck and he found himself crying in fear.

"Stop! Please ..."
"Last chance or forever rest in peace ..." he said removing the blade from the younger boy's neck a little, allowing him to breathe.

"I swear I don't know! I don't know!!!"

Bakura was growing impatient with the boy's tactics. "Tell me!"

Marik's slim form shook as he cried, "I don't know ..."

"YOU DO KNOW!!" he roared.

Marik shook his head, "NO!!!"

"YES!"

Without thinking Bakura slashed the boy in the arm. Marik fell down in pain.

Marik looked at him horrified, "Stop it ... please ..."

"Not if you don't tell me where the items are..." he said, making another slash on the boys tan skin. He meant business.

Marik stood up slowly and threw himself at the thief, hugging him tightly. "Kill me ... kill me please ... I don't wanna suffer any longer ..."

Bakura was bewildered by the boys sudden action; his eyes grew wide.

Marik was shaking uncontrollably as he held on to Bakura, "Please kill me!"

Blood quickly covered the front of the thief's robes.

Bakura looked at him with pure disgust and pushed him onto the ground, not caring if he was alright. He then walked away.

'This boy is not going to budge.'

Marik crawled over to Bakura and grabbed the thief's legs. "Please don't leave me here alive ..."

"Get off me now" he said bitterly. "You're free...go!" he said shaking him off.

"No ... HE'LL find me! Don't you see!"

"I don't care for you or your issues!" the thief started for the entrance of the tomb.

Marik grabbed onto Bakura's legs again and held on tightly, "Please!"

"LEAVE ME BE!!" he roared. He shook his leg again and started for the entrane again, walking rapidly.

Marik sniffled once and fell onto the dirty floor crying.

Bakura was finally at the entrace door. He walked out to the brilliant sunshine and never looked back at the boy.


A/N: Short yes ... but what can I say ... if ppl would BE ONLINE to work on the chapter stuff would go faster ... but w/e ... it's here! R&R pweeze!