Wounded Hearts

Chapter 12: Proof Enough?

Marik's lips were getting closer and his lavender eyes were half -closed. Bakura knew what was going to happen ... and he wasn't sure he didn't want it.

Nonetheless, Bakura turned away.

Marik snapped out of it and coughed.

Bakura didn't seem to notice there almost passionate moment.
Marik sighed and went to sit in 'his' corner.

Marik looked at the stairs. He started crawling towards them, forgetting he was in his underwear.
Bakura didn't notice
Marik started inching up the stairs, trying to remain un-noticed.

Bakura still didn't notice
Marik ran for the tomb's doors, tripped once, swore loudly, 'Dammit!' and kept running.
"What the-" Bakura turned around just in time to see Marik run up the stairs. "Hey get back here! "
Marik kept running, Bakura on his tail.

"You get back right this instant!"
Marik reached the tomb's door and fumbled with the latch. Bakura caught up to him then.
He jerked him backwards. This action caused them to suddenly tumbled down the stairs ... with Bakura landing on top of poor Marik, who was scared to death of the tomb-robber's soon to be wrath.
Marik rubbed his head, which was now bleeding, and tried to sit up, "I want to go outside ..."
"You idiot!" Bakura yelled. "Look at this!" he said showing him some of the blood that was dripping out from Marik's head.

Marik looked scared, "I just wanted to go out ..."
"You'll end up dead next time ..." Bakura growled. He headed towards a mound of some sort and came back with a box.
It had medical supplies inside.
Marik backed away, "I want to go outside."
"NO!"
"I don't care what you say, I'll find a way."
"I WON'T COME FOR YOU NEXT TIME THEN!" Bakura countered.
"I'm not asking you to!"
Bakura was quiet.
Marik was breathing hard; scared, angry, and close to tears.

"Get out then ..." Bakura muttered finally.
Marik blinked, "What?"

"You heard me...if you aren't grateful for what I did then get out-" Bakura uttered but stopped suddenly when Marik just fainted, right on the spot. Bakura blinked and looked at his head. A puddle of blood, was slowly forming.
'Shit!' Bakura glared at the boy. "If he only let me work on the injury sooner!"
The puddle was quickly growing in size.
Bakuka quickly took out a cloth at put it over the injury. He put pressure so blood would stop. After a few minutes the bleeding decreased and eventually stopped.
He let out a breath of relief. Then stopped, 'Why am I relieved? Why should i care ...'

He looked down at the unconciouse boy, barely registering that his flimsy underwear was becoming unfastened. He found himself thinking of when he had held the boy in his arms, thinking of the shape of his mouth, the long lazy eyes that shined when he was happy and darkened when he was angry, the shape of his mouth, the way he looked at him with those great, big, lavander eyes, the shape of his mouth, the way he smiled, the shape of his mouth and what it would taste like if he ...
Bakura shook his head furiously. 'What the HELL am I thinking!'

Marik groaned.
"Huh ..." Bakura looked back at him.
"Kura ...?" Marik mumbled. "Don't leave me alone ... don't make me leave you ..."
"Uh ... okay."
Marik curled up, the torn underwear falling, finally, from his hips onto the floor, "I want to go outside ..."

Marik had not yet opened his eyes.
Bakura gaped at him He became aware of how much he looked like an angel. Innocent, slim, nude figure in front of him. Bakura swallowed hard and tried to turn away, only to find his eyes were glued onto Marik.
"Uh ..."
Marik finally opened his eyes, "I'm cold ... Kura? What are you staring at?"
"NOTHING!" Bakura said nervously. He turned away quickly, running to a corner.
Marik sat up, "Something wrong ...?"
"NO..."
"Then why won't you look at me?"
"Because!"
"Because what?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Marik frowned and stood up. He walked over to Bakura, "What is it?"
"Wear some clothes damnit." Bakura mumbled quietly.
Marik's eyes widened as he suddenly noticed he was naked, "Oh!"
Bakura tried to not watch as Marik ran to retrieve his robe, "My underwear ripped though ..."
"I see ..."
"You have any I could borrow?"'
"Here ..." Bakura said, throwing a garment to him.
Marik inspected them, "Have you ever ... mmphed in them?"
"What?"
"Ever ... you know ... in them?"
"NO!"
"Good ... cause what if they have a disease or something ..."

Marik put them on.
Bakura sighed, "Good."
Silence filled the tomb.
Marik cleared his throat, "I want to go outside ..."
"FOR THE LAST TIME BOY...NO!"

Marik looked at the floor, "Why not?"
"I already told you!"
"You won't get caught ... you're the greatest thief ever ... or aren't you?"
Bakrua said nothing
"But no ... I guess all I heard from you in that weird bar is a lie ... can't even take a 16 year old boy outside ..."
Bakrua growled dangerously
"Well if he can't even babysit little ol' me ... no ... the people who fear him must be mistaken. He's not 'King of Thieves'.
"That's enough!"
"Huh? Oh hi there." Marik smiled innocently.
Bakrua narrowed his eyes
"It's true ..."

"Shut up and be quiet!"

"But it's true ..."
"SHUT UP!"
"It IS true!"
"I'll tear that trap of your's if you don't SHUT UP!"
Marik stood his ground, "NO! I won't shut up! You don't OWN me!"
Bakura merely glared at the boy.
Marik glared right back, "I'm sick of you. I want to go outside. I'm going with or without you."
"You will NOT!" Bakura said heatedly, grabbing on to his wrist.
Marik struggled to get away, "Yes I will!"

"NO!" Bakura said, jerking his wrist hard, causing Marik to be thrown against Bakura's chest. In spite of the situation Marik blushed. Then he recovered his composture and whirled away, "Let me go!"
Bakura's eyes blazed, flashing crimson in a split second. Marik was surprised at his act rage for a second, before regaining his composture again.
Before Bakura knew it, Marik spit on his face. It him directly in the eye. Surprised, Bakura let go abruptly. Marik ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back. He hadn't wanted to spit at the thief, but if it would make Bakura release his grip, Marik would do it.

Marik ran to the top of the stairs and struggled with the latch of the double doors.
Thrusting the two locks open, he entered outside. The afternoon sun greeted him with all its might.
Despite his fear that Bakura might catch him any second and throw him into that deep abyss of darkness, Marik smiled up at the sun's homely warmth.

He walked around slowly, adjusting to his surroundings.
The hot sand burned the soles of his feet, so he had to keep hopping around. He scanned the desert.

Just as he was going to give up and decide there was only desert around him, he saw it. The long, narrow, blue strip that was the Nile, in the distance.
He gleefully ran over to it.
Looking at his rippled reflection in the water he leaned over to touch the cool water. It was a nice change from the hot sand.
"Ahh ..." he said, loving the feel of it.

He touched it to his face. Soon, he found himself splashing all around with the clear, clean water. He noticed how thirsty he was and drank as much water as he could hold in his cupped hands at once.
"Yum ... It tastes so ... nice ... no trace of mud, or dirt like father's water. No this one's good!"
Suddenly, he heard some rustling. His head immediatly perked up, scanning the area. But no one was there but him and the Nile.

"Bakura?" he called out softly.

There was no response, only more rustling.

"Kura ... this is not funny!"

Suddenly, three weird, thugish looking guys emerged from the bullrushes and papyrus reeds. They pounced on Marik without saying much of anything. The three pinned him to the wet shore of the river. One held his arms down. He unzipped his pants and took out his boner. "Now ... touch me little boy ... touch me and make it good.

Marik froze when he heard the attacker's words, 'Oh no ... not this!'

The other unzipped his pants as well, "I want you to suck on it, you little bitch! And listen you ... you better be good, or you'll be punished!"

'No ... please no ...' thoughts of horror raced througfh Marik's head but his throat would not let him speak. And then the man's cock was inserted and he could do nothing but choke on it and cry.

The third man did the worst. He ripped Marik's underwear off and started stroking him softly. Marik's cries were muffled. Then without warning, the man inserted a finger in the thin boy. Marik tried to scream in agony, but found his voice was muffled again. The second man pushed his cock into Marik's mouth even more, apparently impatient.

Marik twitched and tried to struggle away, 'Please no! NO! Not this!'

He felt the man stick another finger in him and squeeze his cock painfully. He tried to cry out, but again, his voice was muffled. 'This ... this isn't happening! No! Please no!'

Sighing with resignation Marik began to suck on the man softly, feeling disgusted and humiliated with himself. Although outside he cried silently, inside he was screaming for help.

'KURA! ANYBODY! HELP ME PLEASE! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!'

Bakura emerged from the underground tomb, furious as ever. His pale features were buring with bright red.

"That stupid little asshole!"

He walked in the directuion of the Nile, knowing that was where Marik would most likely head.

Suddenly, before he knew it, he was tackled to the ground
He raised an eyebrow, "What the fuck?"

"Alright ... take 'im out!" One of the the thugs ordered, as he threatened the thief-king with a dagger.

"Yeah ... do as he sais or else I'll take you out too!" said the other grinning in what Bakura thought was a stupid attempt at 'evilness.'

Bakura yawned.

"Maybe if you used proper grammar I'd actually take notice of you." Bakura said unintrestedly.
"Alright tough guy... You asked for it!" the thug on his left said.

Bakura's eyes narrowed, "No, YOU asked for it by ever trifling with me!"

Bakura's Ring glowed.

He laughed as he shredded the two man's souls. Their screams of pain ringed through his ears and he loved it. "Fear the thief king! Scream and beg for mercy!"

His anger was fading away ... not entirely however. Then he heard muffled screams coming from the shore of the Nile.

"Huh ...?"

He walked over. He saw three men holding Marik down. They were clearly raping him; touching him, sucking on him, making him so the same to them.

Bakura felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him. He saw red, he really did. How dare they touch HIS, yes HIS, Marik!

'Sons of bitches! All of them!'

He stormed to them without a word. There was nothing he wanted more, at that moment, than to rip all three of them apart, bit by bit.


A/N: Hey thereeeeeeeeeeee! I'm BACK! This was a cool chapter ... like it? Say you do! Not much to say ... so baizie!

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