Wounded Hearts

Chapter 7:S.O.S

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.

He looked up at Bakura who was now laughing, "You ... YOU LIAR!!! You made me worry ... and I almost said ... almost told you ARGH!!!!"

Marik, now humiliated, pouted and hugged his knees, "You're the cruelest person I've ever met."

Soft tears were pouring down again, and Bakura stopped laughing. "It's just a joke. Besides, I needed a little humor in me after ... the ... bathroom ... incident," he said, growling the last part to himself, his left eye twitching.

But Marik continued to cry. "You're SO mean! Why?! You know how I feel about that!"

Bakura shrugged and walked over to the counter, requesting for a drink but no one was there.

'Oh yeah...' He thought, remembering what he did to the bartender. People were grumbling and was starting to get angry that there was no service. And it was morning so to add to the growling and grumbling, they were cranky.

Marik stayed on the floor crying.

Bakura was getting angry and cranky himself. He had to deal with grumbling crowds of people who wanted a drink more than him and to add to it, a crying boy was crying even more with each passing second.

Marik didn't stop crying. He was oblivious to the world. All he knew was that he was always being hurt by the ones he loved most and wanted them to love him back.

'How could i be so stupid! Ofcourse he doesn't like me!'

Bakura didn't see the need to stay at the foul dump anymore, so he just swiped some money that was in the cash register and went for Marik.
Marik was still on the floor where Bakura had left him. And he was still crying uncontrollably.
Bakura let out a frustrated groan. "Come on..."
Marik didn't look up.

Bakura growled in annoyance

Marik heard him and cried even harder.

Bakura sighed and grumbled as he crouched in front of Marik and tried to force Marik to look up. Marik turned away still crying.
"Goodness...so stubborn..." Bakura muttered.
Marik shook as he sobbed louder.

"You can either stay here in this horrid dump ..." he said, looking at the freeloading drunks. "... or you can come with me," he said standing up to his full height. Marik cocked his head slightly.
"You don't WANT me with you ..."

Marik sniffled as he looked up at Bakura through his bangs.

Bakura growled inwardly. "Yes. I. Do," he said tightly. He had a gut feeling that the boy just had to come with him.

"Why?!" Marik demanded. "So you can turn me over to the Pharaoh!"

Bakura narrowed his eyes dangerously, "If I go near that bastard, he'll have my head ripped off!"

Marik did some quick thinking. He smiled triumphantly. "You're running from the law ... THAT'S why you were in my home ... you're a tomb-robber!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Good Ra ... I thought you'd figured it out by now. Apparently I was mistaken, you are an idiot. Now, are you coming or not?!"

Marik looked insulted. "Well excuse ME, Mr. Ruler-of-the-World! I thought you were JUST a thief ... I didn't know you were a TOMB-Robber! How am I supposed to know anything about you if you won't TALK to me!"

Well, now that he was stumped. Bakura said nothing. "Are you coming or not ...?!" he said tightly again.

Marik looked at the floor, "Only if you help me up."

Bakura rolled his eyes slightly and gave Marik's frail arm a tug, heaving him up.

Marik looked surprised. He hadn't expected Bakura to actually help him up. "Thanks ..." he said while blushing.

"Whatever ... can we get a move on!"
Marik looked sad, "You could at least say 'You're Welcome' ..."
One glare stopped Marik from pressing further. "Right ... lets go" he said, going ahead.

Marik stopped to wait for Bakura who brushed past him.
He pouted.
"Ever heard of WAITING for people!"
Bakura said nothing and continued walking over to the exit

Marik didn't move and he glared at Bakura. "I'm not moving ... until you come get me."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!!" Bakura yelled as he turned around to glare at him, only to meet with Marik's gleeful smirk. Bakura couldn't stand him any longer. In a fit of rage, he stomped off, leaving a dumbfounded Marik.
But Marik stood his ground. He saw Bakura leave but didn't move an inch.

Bakura noticed this and said nothing. He continued to stomp off until he reached the bar door. With a slam and a short click, he left the bar.
Marik's mouth dropped open, but he didn't move.

Minutes passed and Bakura didn't come back.
Marik began to get worried. He bit his lip.
He strained his ears trying to hear if there was any sounds of door openings or any fights. But nothing.

Sudenlly the door did open, but it wasn't who he expected. He gasped slightly and ducked under a table that had a ragged tablecloth for its tablecloth. But it would do ... for now.

Marik tried to not make any noise or sound of any kind, not even breathe.

'Shit!'

He clamped his soft hand over his mouth when he realized he was whimpering. Tears were slowly falling freely from his face, silent tears.

'Why didn't I go with Bakura! I'm so stupid ... now I'll get caught and ... no!'

Everyone in the bar suddenly fell silent as the three husky men made there way over to the center of the bar. Hakim wasn't along with them, however.
Marik watched, his eyes wide.

Meanwhile Bakura watched as the three soldiers made their way into the bar.

'Stupid boy...I told him to follow me...'

He thought silently. Getting out from his hiding place, which was really a huge boulder beside the bar. He started walking on by as if nothing happened and finally set his foot on the warm sands of Egypt. He shook his head in pity for Marik but ... it was his fate now.
Bakura turned away from the bar. Then he heard it. And annoying voice in the back of his head that sounded like Marik.

"Hey sexy!" it said.

"Who are you!" he barked to it.

"Your concience," it responded. "Are you REAAAALLY gonna leave Marik alone like that? To DIE!"

"Consience?" he replied mentally. "What is that?" he asked dumbfounded. He furrowed his eyes in concentration while the conscience fell down literally.

''How dence can this guy be?!?!?!' the inner voice thought.

"HEY!" Bakura said, not realizing he'd said it aloud. Passerbys were looking at him strangly. He glared at them in return. They stared no longer. "I heard that ..." he said mentally.

"Good. See how stupid you are? So anyway ... are you REAAAAAALLY gonna leave that cute, adorable boy all alone?"

"Cute...adorable...boy...'" he thought mentally as his eye twitched.
The concience, that looked like Marik as well, nodded. "I'm taking this stright out of your thoughts."

"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!! HOW CAN THAT IMBECILIC BOY BE IN MY THOUGHTS!!!"

The concience pulled out another thought, "Ooh! My-my-my, it goes beyond compliments ... 'Oh how I'd love to run my tungue down his ...'"

The concience laughed.

Bakura's eye twitched again, "WHY YOU LIAR!!!

Again he said this out loud, causing a few passerbyers to run away in fear.

The consience merely chuckled, "You as good as thought it ..."

Bakura tried to shoo him off his mind, but everytime he did so, the conseice returned mocking him.

"You know you want him! You know you want him! You know you want him!You know you want him!"

"AHHH!!! GET OUT OF MY MIND!!!" Bakura said aloud yet again, pulling his hair. A nearby passerby looked at him with a peculiar expression on his face. The stranger walked up to the deranged tomb-robber.

"Excuse me ..." he started, but was interupted when Bakura punched him, straight on the jaw. The thief looked as if he were a mad dog. People gasped as he ran off into the desert.

The concience shook his head, "Tut tut tut ... violent fella' aren't we? You wanna get ridda me?"

"Yes!"

"Then go save your slut!"

Bakura really wished the consience was tangible so he could kill it. He sighed as stopped.

"Well? Are ya?" the concience asked.
Bakura let out a huff and walked back to the bar.
"I'll be back whenever you do something stupid! Bye for now!" the concience called, gleefully, to Bakura.

"Like that would happen..." he muttered mentally. "I'm not stupid.'' he said while the inner voice rolled his eyes and disappeared with a 'whoosh'. Finally, silence filled Bakura's head. The only thing that was filling it was plans of how to get Marik out.

A/N: Yeah I got all your revies, love the brownies. Added ppl to buddy list "wink" so how'd you like this? Will Kura make it ... or will he find Marik being raped by the sol- oops! Almost gave something away! "Wink, wink" R&R PLZ!!!