Wounded Hearts
Chapter 4:Drunk and a Whore
Marik looked at Bakura, "So where to?"
"First we need to get out of this place..." Bakura said matter of factly.
"I guess so .... Hey, you haven't told me your name."
Bakura grunted and moved on towards the entrance until he heard some footsteps. Bakura turned towards Marik and shushed him for he was slightly whimpering. He motioned the boy to continue walking, quietly.
Marik nodded and followed the thief.
The faint footsteps were growing louder and they seem to be quickning. He could hear the man's breath huffing and puffing as if he were running. Marik took note of this too and his face paled immediatly. His legs couldn't move at all. It was as if they were stuck. Bakura urged him to move by tugging his arm but Marik didn't move.
"Oh R-ra ... I'm in b-big trouble!"
"Move already!!" Bakura whispered loud enough for him to hear.
But it didn't go through his head.
"Dad's gonna be mad ..."
Having no choice, Bakura put one hand around Marik's unusually slim waist and the other under the boy's bony legs; and lifted him up.
Marik snapped out of his trance as he realized he was being carried by the handsome stranger. He blushed and held on to the thief's shoulders. Bakura could see the light edging towards them. He let out a little breath of relief when he reached the outside. He hastily put Marik down and dragged him by the hand. Marik was not complaining for he was still thinking about when he was carried; this made him blush deeper. Bakura took note of this and rolled his eyes.
Marik cleared his throat, "So um ... thanks I guess ..."
"Whatever..." Bakura mumbled.
Marik walked considerably closer to him, "So uh ... what's your name?"
Bakura grunted. "You won't have to know, for you will never see me again...after I dump you somewhere that is" he said, mumbling the last part to himself.
But nonetheless Marik heard him. He stopped in his tracks, "Then why go through the trouble of helping me out?"
"Because..."
"Because what?"
"It's none of you buisness," he said, adding a glare, which made Marik recoil.
"What's your problem, it's just a question! You don't have to be so mean!"
Bakura said nothing but walked rapidly away.
"HEY! Wait for me!"
Bakura ignored him without changing pace.
"HEY! Fine, leave me here."
"I will! And I won't come back for you unless you stop asking the irritable questions!"
Marik pouted and stayed where he was. "FINE! I dont care! I dont NEED YOU!"
"Fine!" Bakura retorted.
Marik pouted again. but fell silent.
Bakura saw this and allowed a fresh smirk to appear on his face.
Silently Marik began to follow Bakura again.
They arrived to what seemed to be a 'pub'.
Marik frowned, "Where are we?"
"My 'home'" Bakura said as he entered the dank, musty room.
Marik sighed as he looked around.
Husky, yet foul men were around the room and some skimpy women were also. They were all filled with a musty odor that Marik cringed his nose in disgust. A stand was at the far corner of the place and, what seemed to be a bartender was serving out drinks. The men brutally gulped it down without a breath while the women feverishly giggled. He looked at Bakura who was at the bartender's side, while a women made her way to him sitting.
Marik pouted and walked to Bakura's side, glaring at the woman, who was obviously a prostitute.
Bakura looked at the drink that was in front of him and looked at it longingly; he hadn't had one in a long time. This drink was his mate. He reached for the drink when it was suddenly pushed away slightly by a slender, soft, hand.
Bakura smirked, "Oh hello Ruby. Long time no fuck."
Marik turned pale.
As he saw the the people before him unfold into a conversation, he couldn't help but feel mad and furious while sad and unwanted.
'Why am I feeling this way?'
He continued to stand there.
Bakura laughed again, "So ... you still have the best mouth in Egypt?"
Rubi smiled back, "Oh yes ... so who's the lovely boy next to you?"
Bakura rolled his eyes, "My new dog ..."
Marik looked down; tears were starting to well up in his eyes. He sniffed a little, but Bakura didn't see or hear him.
Ruby thought a second, "So you prefer him over me?
"Hmm..."
"Hmm-yes or hmm-no?"
"Hmm-yes or hmm-no!?" Ruby proded.
"No"
This made Marik pour out a fresh set of tears.
'WHY am I crying?'
Ruby frowned, "Your 'doggy' is crying Bakura. I'll leave you two alone, alright?"
She left his side not without blowing a kiss to him. A blank expression filled his face. He finished his drink and ordered another one. Gulping the fresh one down, he turned his stool towards Marik. Tears were gone but he could see the red hew over his lavender eyes.
Marik pouted, "What?"
"Stop whimpering, you're scaring away the women"
With that said, he turned his stool into the orignal position and odered yet another drink.
Marik burst into tears again, "I hate you!"
"Hmm ...?" He turned around and saw that he completly dissapeared from sight.
He growled and tried to stand up, but to no avail; his drunken body flopped back down. His head was spinning rapidly.
His vision was blurry and when he tried to call out to the boy, 'Hey, idiot, where're you?' it came out slurred, "Herdot!Weru!"
Marik heard him but sulked even more in his corner. He closed his eyes, to rest a bit. When he re opened them, he saw Ruby in front of him, smiling seductivly.
"What do you want!"
She caressed a finger around his face, liking the soft touch. "You..." she whispered while pulling him into a deep, yet passionate kiss. Marik screamed, although it was muffled by the kiss.
He then tried shoving the women away but to no avail. Ruby pressed harder onto himl hard enough to suffocate him.
'Get off me you damn whore!'
Bakura lumbered and staggered his way though the rest of his fellow drunken crowd. He shook his head many times only to have a bigger headache. He screamed silently in pain.
'Stupid Boy'
He turned the corner and was shocked by what he saw.
Furious at the sight before him, he walked there, not caring of the grumbling speech the men he shoved said. Anger fueled him, and that scared away his drunken state.
When he reached them, Bakura threw Ruby off. "What do you think you're doing!"
"H-H-He's the one who p-pulled me into the sickning kiss. It's not my fault that he can't seem to get of this." she said, empahsizing her cleavage while Marik stood there numb with shock.
'Lying, dirty, little...'
She stood up and straightened her dress, signalling that she was going to leave them alone, but an arm grabbed her, tighty. She winced in pain. She shoved her onto the wall opposite of Marik.
Bakura glared at them both, "Ruby ... you boy ..."
Marik opened his mouth to speak but no voice came out. It's as if Ruby's disgusting kiss made his voice run away.
But seeing the look in Bakura's eyes brought his voice back, "She's lying! I swear it! She forced me to kiss her!"
Bakura stared at them both intently, Ruby winced while Marik stood out boldly. He knew that she kissed him and not her. And that was what mattered to him, but he wanted Bakura to believe also.
"Please believe me ... I have no reason to lie to you. I f-fear you ..." Marik finished quickly while blushing.
Bakura didn't know who to believe. Ruby, he knew for a fact that she was a whore and like all whores, they were liers. But with Marik, he only knew him for a short time. He didn't know who to believe.
"Please believe me ... I wouldn't want that ... you know it ... besides I'm not ... into girls ..." Marik blushed furiously again.
Bakura arched an eyebrow in surprise while Ruby also looked at him, but with shock.
'Big EW' She thought silently.
Marik looked at the floor trying to act as if he didn't care what people thought, but his embarrassment was there. It showed on his face all too clearly.
Bakura chuckled in amusement while Ruby looked at him, also shocked with his action.
Marik was equally shocked.
He pouted, "What's so funny?"
"Yeah..what's so funny?"
asked Ruby?
Marik was even more embarrassed as he waited for the thief's response.
Bakura finished laughing insanely and smiled at Marik, "It's just so ridiculouse. Ruby finally met one man she CAN'T fuck! And you're GAY!"
Bakura burst out laughing again, but when he saw Marik's sad expression he stopped and smiled again.
"Listen kid, I'm drunk ok? You make me laugh, that's good. You're funny. Funny ha-ha and funny queer. And you're obviously in love with love with me."
Marik blushed crimson.
Ruby gave an agitated sigh and left.
"Good riddence ..." Marik mumbled
Then he looked at the floor again, unable to meet Bakura's eyes.
Bakura looked at him. "Let's g-" he was saying but suddenly stopped as he fell down on the cold, cement floor. Everyone stopped what there were doing and looked and then went to do there usual business mumbling things. Marik gasped and ran to his side, "Um ... Mr. Thief Guy! Wake up! Please wake up!"
A/N: To all the people who think I am mean to my co-writer: You must try and understand me as well "sobs" I do all the editing on this fic. But there's so many F"blank" mistakes it annoys me! It's hard work. "nods"
And my co-writer is no sain. Neither am I but look at this:
GASP!! AHEM...LIKE YOU DUN MAKE MISTAKES MISS WHO THINKS SHE'S PERFECT
WHEN IT COMES TO GRAMMER. -.-
PTTBT... BETTA LEARN TO RESPECT!
And now to satisfy my Grammar Monster I will correct this passage:
"gasp!!"AHEM! LIKE YOU DON'T MAKE MISTAKES, MISS SHEWHO THINKS SHE'S PERFECT
WHEN IT COMES TO GRAMMAR. -.-
PTTBT(Sounds like an STD to me)... BETTER LEARN TO RESPECT! (There's not much to respect.)
So how can you not get angry. Nancy, I know you are reading this so here is my message to you. Don't tell me to 'respect you' because you KNOW how much I hate people telling me that kind of stuff. Remember, I will humiliate you, because I'm the one who posts the chapters. "winks"
Thank you.
ANYWAY!!!! LOL! So seriouse!!! R&R PLZ!!!!!
