Wounded Hearts
Chapter 8:Meanings ...
"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.
He frowned as he tried to open one of the doors.
But then stopped abruptly when he remembered the officers.
Bakura looked at the windows. Someone had closed and locked them so that was a no-go. He looked around and saw a stray kid. "You boy. Come here."
"Huh...me?" the boy qustioned, his large emerald eyes gleaming with curiousity.
Bakura nodded impatiently, "Obviously! Come here!"
The boy hesitated before walking over to him.
"Want to make easy money?"
The boy nodded like an obedient dog, his eyes now gleaming with anticipation.
"I'll give you three gold coins, but you have to do something for me first ..."
"What?"
"Listen, you have to run into that bar."
Bakura pointed to it, "Then scream at the top of your lungs that the palace is under attack. Then come back here for your reward."
"Sounds easy..." the boy said happily while Bakura smirked.
"Go on then!"
The boy rushed into the bar and as he was instructed, he screamed.
The soldiers, upon hearing his words, sprung to action to return to protect the palace.
The boy came up to him and held out his hands expecting three gold coins to fall upon them.
Bakura merely swept him aside and started towards the bar.
"HEY!"
Bakura looked at him, "Get away from me brat or I'll punch you so hard you'll end up half-across the desert."
The boy looked at him with fearful eyes and scrambled away like a rat. Bakura merely smirked.
'Now to get on with matters...'
Meanwhile the boy grumbled and fumed, amazed at his own stupidity.
'Stupid little..I'-I-I'll...'
The boy's mind suddenly halted, for he hatched up a plan to get back at the trickster. He snickered quietly while he started going back for the thief. He crept up behind Bakura and swiftly kicked him, on the behind.
"AHH-" Bakura yelled but stopped himslef when the bar men was looking at him. He turned around but the boy was gone.
"SON OF A BITCH MIDGET!!!"
Bakura rubbed his butt and grumbled as he walked into the bar.
Bakura entered the bar; it was as he left it.
Only one thing was missing ... the boy.
Bakura growled as he looked around, getting more impatient by the minute.
Slight whimpering could be heard and he immediately headed over to the sound. But then it was lost.
Marik meanwhile was scared and crying, 'I'm doomed ... Bakura isn't coming back ... I know he isn't!'
He crawled out thinking that it was no use to stay under the table. But while doing so, he tripped Bakura.
Bakura almost fell over Marik but grabbed the edge of the table.
"What the h-!"
Marik looked shocked that Bakura was there. His mouth dropped open.
"B-Bakura! You're here!"
Marik threw himself at Bakura's waist, hugging him tightly.
"Hey...let go!.." Bakura protested.
Marik rubbed his head on Bakura's crotch, not realizing ofcourse, and hugged him tighter still.
"Uh..." Bakura said as he felt the heat rushing to his head and his blood rushing downwards. Shaking his head furiously he threw Marik off.
Marik looked up at Bakura and blinked, "Hey! Don't push me!"
"Don't-!" Bakura started but reconsidered of what he was about to say. "Lets just go."
"Don't what?" Marik asked curiously.
"Nothing!" Bakura said as he headed for the entrance, blushing furiously.
Marik looked at him peculiarly, but then sighed. He soon followed him out the door.
Once outside Marik looked uo at the bright noon-day sun. He took a deep breath. "I just love it out here!"
"Can we just go!" Bakura said impatiently.
Marik raised an eyebrow, "Go where?"
"Uh ..."
"You said you wanted to 'GO' so ... um ... where?"
"I don't know..." Bakura mumbled. "Anywhere... "
"Anywhere where? You know this place better than me-"
Marik caught sight of the Nile River. "WOW!!! Can you see it! It's the Nile! Can we go there?! Oh PLEASE-please-PLEASE-please!"
"Uh ... why there? "
"Because I've never BEEN there! The only water I've seen is ... oh PLEASE!!! CAN WE!!!"
"Whatever," Bakura said, getting annoyed with Marik's constant whining.
"Whatever-yes or whatever-no?"
"ARGH!" Bakura said as he headed over to the river.
Marik followed and smiled as he saw the fellucca boats offering rides down the Nile. "CAN WE GET ON!?!?!?!" Marik pleaded grabbing Bakura's arm. "PLEASE-please-PLEASE-please!!!!"
"AH-" Bakura yelled as he was being dragged down. "...No!" he said as he jerked his arm away from him. "We might get caught. We have to lie low."
"Oh PLEASE!!!! No one will notice!!!"
"YES THEY WILL" Bakura said as looked for a specific spot in the ground.
Marik tugged on his sleeve, "PLEASE!!! We can get disguises!"
"NO-NO-NO!!"
"PLEASE-please-PLEASE-please-PLEASE-please-PLEASE-please-PLEASE?!?!?!?!"
"NO!!!" Bakura roared.
Marik stopped his pleading and sulked. "You're NO FAIR!!!"
"Thats how I always WILL be! Remember that!" he said with triumphant.
Marik looked at the floor, "You're SO MEAN!!!! Why do you want me with you if you're going to be mean to me!"
Bakura stayed silent.
"Maybe I should just LEAVE!"
"If you leave this time...I chop your head off! Literally"
Marik's eyes widened and he gasped, "So I'm now your PRISONER!"
Bakura turned to him stiffly, "Shut UP!"
"Answer my question!!! And don't tell me what to do!!!", Marik argued.
"Shut up!! Its the least you owe me!"
"I don't owe you anything!"
"I saved you!"
Marik opened his mouth to argue then closed it. He stayed silent.
'Ah....peace and quiet', Bakura thought.
Marik bit his lip, "So where're we going?"
"We're going to camp out here, somewhere"
"Camp out? But it's barely noon ..."
"But its going to turn into night, soon."
"Soon? In a few HOURS!"
Bakura mumbled as he continued walking
Marik rolled his eyes, "Ever heard of having FUN!"
Bakura stayed silent
Marik looked at Bakura concerned, "Is that a no?"
He still stayed silent. Marik, feeling bad, decided to stop pressing.
But his curious mind had to ask just one more question, "Did you happen to have a bad childhood?"
Bakura grunted.
"Is that a grunt a yes or a no?"
"STOP THAT! LEAVE ME BE!" Bakura finally said, his eyes blazing with fury and irration. He looked deranged.
Marik let out a squeak and fell silent.
'Guess it was a yes ...'
They walked on for miles, with Marik asking questions...in his head that is.
'I shoulda known ... he looks creepy enough ... and no one in their right minds would be a tomb-robber ... But what? And how .. and when ...?'
Bakura halted.
Marik, caught up in his thoughts, bumped into him hard.
Bakura once more looked at him, while Marik apologized.
"Heh ... sorry ... caught up in my own thought. Do you forgive me?"
He said nothing
Marik rolled his eyes, "I think I'm begining to figure out how you work. Grunting and silence mean 'yes' and glares mean 'no', okay."
He still said nothing.
"Silences can also mean 'okay.' This is how the primitive minds of the 'Bakura' species work," Marik said, sounding like a textbook.
"Grrr...."
"And growling can mean 'It is time to shut up, Marik' which I will do so now."
Bakura growled again but then mentally slapped himself for doing so.
Marik grinned, "So um ... how old are you?"
"Why?!" Bakura asked exasperatedly, giving up on ever thinking of shutting him up.
"'Cause I wanna know ..."
"Well what's your's?" he asked, this time really uninterested.
"I'm sixteen."
The thief hadn't really expected him to answer but shrugged it off.
"Does it really matter?!"
"It does ... I wanna know!"
"Nineteen." Bakura stated.
Marik choked on his own saliva, "What!?"
"Is something the matter?" he asked, frowning.
"It's a three year age difference! ARGH!!! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
Bakura was confused of what was going on. He stopped and faced the boy.
Marik pouted and pulled at his hair, "It'll never work! Why does this always happen to me!!!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow.
Marik tugged at his own hair harder as he continued to ramble, "And he'll think I'm too young! And ARGH!!!!"
"What is the meaning of this!!" Bakura fibally said.
Marik froze. It was as if he'd barely noticed Bakura was there, "Um ... meaning ...?"
"Yes meaning! "
Marik blushed crimson, "None ... there isn't any meaning! Why would you think there was a meaning! Heh ... heh heh ..."
Marik laughed nervously.
Bakura rolled his eyes and started once more
Marik pouted, "Why? You thought there WAS a meaning?!"
"Well obviously..."
Marik took a deep breath, then took the plunge, "Well Mr. I-Know-All, what IS this secret meaning?!"
A/N: Will Bakura figure out the secret meaning?! Does he dare say it aloud?! Will Marik finally crack under the pressure?! Ack! So many questions ... so little time! ARGH!!! "nervouse breakdown"
Aaaaaaanwaaaaaay ....This is the longest chappie I've ever written. "wink" Hope you guys like it! R&R plz!
