Wounded Hearts

Chapter 6:Royal Pains

Set poured the wine onto the golden cup, almost splattering himself out of rage.

"Stupid pharoah. I am priest not a servant! 'Set bring me my wine...I'm unhappy.' Fuking shit." As Set continued to ramble and mutter a string of profanity, Someone couldn't help but overhear him.

Priestess Ishizu cleared her throat, "What was that, Set?"

Set was surprised for a minute but then was back to his original cold face.

Isis looked at him, "Well?"

"Well what" Set said calmly looking directly at her oceanic eyes. They were like his but with a softer and gentler look while his was filled with hatred and merciless.

"Were you speaking rudely of the Pharoh just now? You know, you can be beheaded for that."
He sneered at her and turned away, leaving the room.

"I would guard my back Set," she called after him.

He growled silently as he walked away from the woman.

Yami was getting ticked off, "SET! My wine!"

Isis let out a chukle before leaving the room. This made Set growl even more.

Set quickly grabbed the cup if wine and walked to Yami's throne room.

Set thrust it at Yami, "Here you go, your highness."

Set sais the last two words as if he were biting them off, his voice like ice.

Yami said nothing and merely smirked, "It wouldn't happen to be ... poisoned, would it?"

Set looked his stright in the eye, "I wouldn't know."

Yami smiled a bit, "Well tell me ... any news?"

Set looked at the ground, "Bad ones ... those baboons you call soldiers have lost track of this boy ... Marik Ishtar. They don't know where he is and have no plan to bring him back into custody. These so called soldiers have no sense of intelligence. I am sure the person who chose them, had no idea of a Pharaoh's needs."

Set smirked, satisfied.

Yami's smile grew wider, "Ofcourse not Set, you picked them out yourself."

That wiped away Set's smirk.


Bakura woke up to a pair of lavender eyes hovering over him. Very close to him.

He blinked twice before he dangerously narrowed his eyes at Marik who just grinned at him. Bakura finally sat up and shoved Marik away.

Marik frowned, "What? What'd I do now?"

Bakura growled at him while Marik frowned even more. "All you can do is growl. Can't you do something worthwhile?" Marik asked honestly.

"Like talk?" Marik continued.

"What's there to talk about. You're Marik and I'm Bakura," he retorted

"How old are you? Where do you come from? Where do you live? Are you from around here? You look foreign? Are you single?" Marik asked all this very rapidly.

Bakura again blinked. This boy was unbelievable. He shoved passed him and headed for the bar's bathroom. Even in there, Mariks nagging questions could be heard.

"When's your birthday? Why's your hair so light? Do you think we're related?!"

Bakura couldn't take the questions anymore. "Listen here boy..." he said heatedly, jabbing his index finger in front of him. "Quiet! Or else!" he said growling.

Marik shut up at once. But he still followed Bakura around. Then, "So what's your last name?"

"ARGH!! DOES IT REALLY MATTER!!" Bakura yelled facing him once more.

Marik blinked, "To me it does. And please don't yell, your breath smells like vomit and old beer."

Bakura couldn't take the questions anymore. "Listen here boy..." he said heatedly, jabbing his index finger in front of him. "Quiet! Or else!" he said growling.

Marik shut up at once. But he still followed Bakura around. Then, "So what's your last name?"

"ARGH!! DOES IT REALLY MATTER!!" Bakura yelled facing him once more.

Marik blinked, "To me it does. And please don't yell, your breath smells like vomit and old beer."

Bakura blew him a puff of his breath towards Marik who wrinkled his nose in disgust. With a satisfied smirk, Bakura rentered the bathroom.

Marik waited for him outside the door while Bakura brushed his teeth with a reed brush and salt.

Marik, getting impatient, started pacing around the empty bar, walking more rapidly by the minute. Suddenly, he heard a pounding at the door.

He looked up frowning, yet fear also dawned upon him. He panicked.

Without thinking, Marik turned the doorknob and flung the door open, "Bakura! There's pe-"

Marik was cut short as he saw the thief was changing. His body nude and pale, skinny yet well-muscled. His eyes widened as they roamed over Bakura's sexy body. He almost fainted at the sight. When his eyes reached Bakura's crotch he stared like an idiot.

Bakura also gaped at him. His eyes flashing red with anger for a second as well as his face, plastered with red embarassment. He quickly, reached for any garment to cover his private parts and then stomped over to him. Using only his hand, he shoved Marik out the door, not caring of whether he hurt him or not. Marik was about to speak but Bakura slammed the door in his face. That kept him quiet for the time being.

'That was ... very different from the men I've ... and very ... wow ... the size of his ... and it was very .... very ...'

Marik mentally slapped himself, 'Honestly! I just came from being raped and thinking about that stuff ... really now!'

The poundings from the door were heard again, snapping Marik out of his dirty thoughts.
Marik felt scared, "Mr.Thief ... I mean Bakura! Can you hurry! There's people!"

Bakura heard this and took it into consideration. He hastily put his clothes on and opened the door, being careful of making no sound.

Marik looked at him with wide frightened eyes, "They're pounding the door."

"Well....take a peek"

Marik shook his head, still looking scared, "You."

"Wimp." Bakura walked over there as quietly as possible, and took a slight peek behind the ragged curtains.

Marik stayed behind looking sad.

When Bakura put the curtains back in there original position, he had a look of absolute horror, which was rare.

He turned to Marik, "They're here ..."

Bakura put a hand to his head, "This is bad ..."

Marik frowned looking scared again, "What?! Who?! And why is it bad?!"
"Don't you get it boy! The bloody pharoah's soilders are here!" bakura practically yelled at the boy, but kept his voice under control.
Marik's eyes grew wide, "NO! Not them ... that's BAD!!! That's HORRIBLE!!!"

Bakura shook his head, "I'm sorry. I'll have to hand you to the soldiers ..."

Marik's mouth dropped open in horror, "NO!!! NO PLEASE!!! WHY!!! NO!!! NOT THAT PLEASE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!"

Bakura smirked, "But they'll pay a fine price for you ... And I'm short of money ..."

Marik threw himself at Bakura's knees, "No!! NO!!! Please! They'll hand me back to father!!! They'll do HORRIBLE things to me!!! They'll RAPE me again! DADDY ... he'll beat me ... please no ..."

Bakura looked at him with no sympathy but walked over to the door, kicking Marik-not so hard- but slightly, to make him let go of his knees.

Marik looked up at Bakura with tears in his eyes, "You ... I thought ... that's why you rescued me!!! I KNEW it!!! Here I was thinking you ... might ... that ... UGH! How could I be so stupid! You don't get it do you! How can you be so CRUEL!!!"

Bakura's smirk never left his face. He opened the door a crack, just to see Marik whimper and sob uncontrobly even more. It was just too amusing. When he flung the door open to its true content Marik let out a gasp.


A/N: OH NO!!!! Poor Makky ... what a CRUEL crush he's got!!! NOO ... will he be beaten? Will he be raped? Will he be killed!?!?!? Will you REVIEW!?!?!?!

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