Wounded Hearts
Chapter 9:Questions, questions, and more questions
Marik took a deep breath, then took the plunge, "Well Mr. I-Know-All, what IS this secret meaning?!"
"FORGET IT!!"
"Just tell me what you THOUGHT it was!" Marik yelled both praying he wouldn't know ... yet hoping he might have an idea.
"I DON'T KNOW!!"
"You jut said it was obvious!"
"ARGH!! LEMME ALONE ...YOU ... YOU ... FREAK!!"
Marik blinked and his eyes filled with tears, "WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME!!!!"
"Because you are annnoying to me!!"
"I'm just asking a QUESTION! Why is that suddenly so wrong! You're just like my FATHER!!!"
"Then maybe I should've left you there"
"It woulda been better that sticking around you! At least with him I have something to look forward to!"
"Which is..." Bakura challenged.
"His DEATH!"
Bakura walked on.
Marik followed him sniffling every once and a while.
They finally stoppped at a place Marik never seen before.
It was a tomb.
An abandoned one, it had obviously been pillaged. Marik had suspicions that it had been robbed by Bakura.
Bakura started going down the dark stairs that led to the underground tomb. Marik hesitated, but then followed him in. If there was thing in the world Marik hated, it was tombs.
Marik pouted as he looked at the stairs, "Oh suuuure! Rescue me from a tomb to stick me in another!"
Bakura ignored him.
Marik tried to walk down the stairs, but without any light he stumbled. He fell right onto Bakura's back.
"And here I thought you were used to the dark!" the thief spat out.
For some reason, Bakura's harsh words caused tears to form in Marik's eyes.
"Oh what now...?" Bakura mumbled.
'Such a sissy...!'
The thief turned to the now bawling boy.
"Y-you-you're s-so m-mean ... to m-me!" Marik managed to choke out between sobs.
Bakura grumbled.
'I feel like I'm dealing with an emotional woman ...!'
He ignored Marik's words and continued down the tomb.
Marik didn't follow him, "I-I'm n-not moving u-until you apologize!"
"Forget it"
"I'm NOT moving then!"
"I never apologize to anyone ... ever!"
Bakura then smirked, "And you can stay there all you want. Just so you know, rats come out at night. Big ones ..."
Bakura turned and headed down the stairs again.
Marik looked around him as if expecting rats to be crowding around him, ready to eat him. When he looked back up, all he could see was darkness.
"Ba-Bakura?!"
But nothing was heard, excpet Marik's pounding heart.
This scared Marik even more, "KURA! Oh Kura ... don't do this to me ..."
Marik started feeling for the next step, his hands on the wall to keep from falling.
"Kura ...?" Bakura said, appearing right in front of Marik's terrified face.
Marik jumped, "OH RA IN HEAVEN, HELP ME!"
Then he saw who it was, "YOU COULD HAVE GIVEN ME A HEART ATTACK!!!! I COULD HAVE DIED!!!"
Marik gasped for breath and looked at the floor, "Yes ... Kura's like a nickname ..."
Marik blushed.
"Well, I don't like it." Bakura snapped.
Marik looked up at him, "Well ... why not?"
"Because ..."
Marik looked straight into Bakura's eyes, "Care to ..."
His lavender eyes traveled down to Bakura's mouth. It was like a magnet was pulling him closer and closer to the thief.
" ... elaborate ..."
Bakura was getting uncomfortable by the minute as Marik inched closer to his face. Turning away he continued down the steps. He never felt so uncomfortable in his life.
Never. Until just a few seconds ago. When he had almost ...
Marik blinked shook his head as he tried to clear his mind from the wave of dizziness that now threatened to overpower him. But he fainted.
Bakura was caught off guard.
"What the-HEY! You can't just ... just do that!"
But Marik remained motionless and soundless on the stairs.
He gave a low growl and just stared at him.
Then he saw how pale and deathly Marik's face looked. He groaned inwardly and picked Marik up, carrying the boy on his back.. He made his way down.
'Maybe I should bury him ... or cremate him. That'd be easier ... I really don't feel like digging-'
Short, ragged breaths tickling his breath interrupted his thoughts. Once again Bakura felt ... uncomfortable, but he kept walking.
Setting him down gently on the tomb's cold floor, Bakura went off to gather supplies to make a fire.
Suddenly he heard a scream. It was coming from Marik. Bakura walked back to the boy who was currently huddled on the floor, hugging his knees. He was trembling and sweating buckets.
"No! Please don't! Stop! Please daddy ... not that!"
Bakura continued to stare, hesitating of whether to stay or not. He shook his head and went off for the supplies once more.
"DADDY NO!!! NOT AGAIN!!! NO PLEASE!!!"
Marik started twitching and thrashing, "DADDY NO!!! DADDY HELP ME!!! NO!!!"
Marik suddenly shivered violently.
Bakura came over to him and draped a blanket over him.
But Marik wasn't satisfied with this artificial warmth. He was still shivering.
Bakura frowned and touched Marik's forehead; it was burning.
The thief argued with himself over what to do. Marik looked worse than before. Drenched in cold sweat and shivering, he looked like he was having a seizure.
'Must be a fever... But what can I do?' thought Bakura.
He now saw the boy clutching his stomach.
"Hungry ..."
'Hungry? How am I supposed to feed him. Unless ... oh man.'
Bakura was getting sick at the idea already.
'But what else can I do ...? He'll die if I don't ...'
Muttering here and there he walked over to his 'pantry.' He got out grapes, some scraps of left over meat and some water.
He walked over to the shivering boy and crouched over him. He looked at the food, then at Marik, then at the food again.
'I think I'm going to be sick ...'
He hesitated and chewed up the food.
Bakura looked down at Marik. He leaned closer to the unconcious boy.
Bakura pressed his lips onto Marik's, forcing the boys mouth open and passing the pre-chewed food into the boy's mouth. He tilted Marik's head up so he'd swallow it better.
Marik moved in his sleep a bit and swallowed the pre-chewed food.
Bakura did this many times and then looked at Marik. The color was returning to his face. His fever as well was calming down, not entirely, however.
He was still shivering and he whiepered, "Cold ..."
Bakura wrapped another blanket over the previous one.
But this kind of warmth wasn't enough, Marik sneezed.
"What more do you want?!" Bakura muttered, getting impatient.
Marik, as though sensing Bakura's anger, curled up into a ball, shivering even more and coughing.
'Maybe some hot water?' Bakura thought, 'But then it'd get cold and make it worse.'
Bakura looked at him as if he could find no solution. Suddenly, he saw the water jug near Marik. He then looked back at the fire. Grabbing the jug of water, he decided to warm it up a bit. After the water was heated, Bakura grabbed a clean rag-sort of- and dampened the rag with hot water. He then set it on Mariks head.
His mother used to do this when he was sick.
Marik leaned up when he felt Bakura's precence, "Kura ...?"
"Hmm..."
"Hold me ...?"
"The fever's gone to your head..."
"Please ....? I'm cold ..."
"You got two blankets around you!"
"I'm still cold ..."
Marik's voice was raspy and he coughed.
"I put a towel on your forehead!" Bakura argued.
Marik shivered violently and coughed again.
"Here ... maybe his will do the trick" Bakura said as he got another blanket.
Marik suddenly threw all the blankets off of him. He grabbed his head and started rocking back and forth on the floor, "NO!!! Get off me!!! STOP IT! Don't TOUCH me!"
"Marik ..." Bakura said slowly.
"NO! Stay away from me!
"Marik!" Bakura said, shaking his shoulders violently. "Snap out it!"
Marik screamed and thrashed. He then threw himself at Bakura, crying.
Bakura astonished, just let him. Apparently the boy hadjust hadsome kind of traumatical nightmare.
And now Marik had his arms around Bakura's neck and was crying hard.
Bakura was feeling uncomfotable with the whole situation. But nonetheless, he embraced the boy back.
Marik gasped when he felt Bakura's arms around him.
"Whats wrong?" Bakura asked, pulling away.
Marik looked up at Bakura confused, "Why did you ... hug me back?"
A/N: "drums" What will Bakura do? How's he gonna get outta this one?
R&R and I'll poke my co-writer with the Rod so we'll write more and update sooner "grins" Or she'll poke me back with her giant tentacles of doom! "horror" Aaaaaanyway! R&R PLZ!!!
