Wounded Hearts

Chapter 13: Tripping

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.

He grabbed two of the men's heads and smashed them together. Then grabbed their leader, which was obvious as to who he was since he was the one actually fucking Marik, and punched him on the nose.
Marik scurried away, trying desperately to cover himself. He wrapped him arms around his head. He was trembling in fear.
Bakura kept on kicking the men, until they were all covered in blood. Then he ripped their heads off with one swipe of his dagger.

Marik just looked at him with wide eyes.

'Will ... he do ... that ... to me?'

As if reading his mind, Bakura turned to him and glared dangerously. "That ... " he said, motioning the the corpses."...will be you if you try that stunt again..."

Marik shivered convulsively then turned away covering his mouth. He threw up.
Bakura stared at him, worried yet amused.
Marik choked out the cum and then threw up again. This time it was blood.

Bakura edged closer to him, bending down.
Marik shivered again and turned away from his vomit and blood.

"Lets go." he said, his attitude towards him being arrogant and cold on the outside, but inside he was feeling deep concern.
Marik shook his head, "I don't want to go home!" He shifted a bit and the tattrered robe fell off him completely, leaving him naked. He coughed. "I really don't," He continued. "I ..."

Then he gasped as he caught sight of the three men's faces again. He curled up and put his arms around his head. "They touched me! They touched me! I hate it! I HATE it all! I'm so DISGUSTING to myself!"

Marik began scratching and biting himself. Then he coughed and coughed up blood again.

"Stop acting like a dog and calm down ..." Bakura spat as he grabbed Marik's arm.
Marik looked at Bakura with horror, "NO! Let me go! Get offa me! Don't TOUCH me anymore!"
But Bakura ignored him and covered him up. He then picked him up and started down the tomb.
Marik struggled like a madman. "NOOO! Let me GO! Let me go! Don't TOUCH me! Stop! Please STOP! Father stop!"
"I'm not your father!" Bakura was starting to get annoyed with his ramblings. He then plopped him back down and slapped him on the face. "Snap out of it!"
Marik touched the place where Bakura had slapped him, "Y-you ..."
"I did it for your own good."
Marik's eyes filled with tears, 'It hurts ..."
"Well ... it had to be done"
Marik hugged his knees, the cloak Bakura had covered him with slipped off again. Tears fell down Marik's face, but he was silent.
"Get up ..." Bakura said, taking hold of his arm.
Marik sniffled and pulled his arm away, "Let me go, you ... you evil! I don't WANT to go back in that AWFUL tomb ..."
"Its not awful ..."
"It is! How'd you l-like to be st-stuck in a freakin' tomb your whole l-life and b-be rescued and st-stuck in another!"
"As long as I'm safe, I don't care..."
"But I D-DO!"
"You're safe! What's there to worry about?''
"I HATE TOMBS!"
"Well deal with it! Or else get raped again!" Bakura lost all patience and started walking off.
Marik watched him go, "B-but Bakura ..."

Then he turned away and crawled back to the shore of the Nile. He washed his face and just sat there. "N-now ... I'm r-really alone ..."
Bakura had expected him to come over but instead he saw him over by the Nile. He frowned and just watched him. Fursterated, he walked over to him. How ironic.
Marik was watching his reflection in the water.

'I'm just a snotty nosed brat ... no one would ever like me seriously ... specially not Kura ...'
"Come on ..." Bakura said appearing by him, not looking at him.
Marik frowned and looked up, "You came back?"
"Don't you see me standing here?"
"Why ... did you come back?"
Bakura stayed silent.
Marik sniffled, "Well?"
"Can we just go?"
"Answer me!"
Bakura stayed silent.
Marik pouted, "Are you mute now!"
Bakura's annoyence returned and he walked off.
Marik stayed where he was.
Marik sighed and pouted again, "I'm not going back in any tomb ... just so you know ..."

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Alright ... stay there until you rot for all I care."

Marik looked at the floor, "You hate me ..."
"No I don't..."
Marik blinked, "You don't?"
"..."
Marik stood up and walked over to Bakura, "I thought you did ..."
"Well ... I don't." Bakura said.
Marik blinked again, "But you don't like me ... do you?"
"I just said I did ..." Bakura said turning away while crossing his arms. A soft blush was creeeping up to his face.
Marik frowned, unbelieving, "You ... you do?"

Marik hooked his arm through Bakura's and looked up at him.

"What?"
Marik smiled, "What about what?"
"Huh?"
Marik rolled his eyes and put his head on Bakura's arm, "Nothing ..."
This was getting uncomfortable for Bakura.
Marik, on the other hand, was enjoying it.
Bakura pulled away and started down the tomb.

Marik pouted, "I'm not going in there ..."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Haven't we talked about this?''
"No. I'm going to go take a walk ..."

"No you're not. You've caused enough troubles, now lets go." Bakura said, standing his way.

"I don't want want to go back in there! I won't!"

Bakura glared right back at him. "Yes you ARE!"

"You'll just have to MAKE me!"

"Fine ... I WILL!" Bakura said as he picked him up once more.

Marik looked shocked, "Hey! What the hell! Put me down NOW!"

But Bakura ignored him and continued descending down the steps.

Marik was completely shocked, "HEY! No way! Let me go!"

As before, Bakura ignored him.

Marik screamed and kicked and struggled.

Little did they know ... they were being watched from the shore of the Nile.

Hakim's eyes widened, "Well Amun have me! I would have never thought-"

A small laugh interrupted him, "I told you so ... I saw the same thing at the bar ... he's in love with that ... that brat."

Hakim frowned, "I like not the looks of it, and you wretch, how do I know we can trust you?"

The deep green-eyes turned to him, "Have not I told you enough? If I really cared for that stupid, worthless pig, would I have told you his hideout? Think about it ... now where's my reward ..."

Hakim sighed, "Reward you shall have, if you follow me to the Pharaoh's Palace."

Both stelthily walked passed the "couple" and headed for the palace.


Yami paced around the throne room, "What is taking Hakim so long!"

"Sire..." Hakim began. Yami immediately turned to face him. His face then darted to the woman beside him.

He smirked, "And your new whore! What bussiness does she have here!"

"Uh...she has some information about the thiefs wererabouts.

Yami motioned to her, "Speak then!"

"I won't talk that easily ..."

Yami looked insulted, "Oh you will! Lest your tongue be ripped out of your mouth!"

But Rubi just smirked. "Then of with it ..."

Yami's eyes narrowed, "You will get your reward in time ..."

"I need to see and have it first ... before I spill ..."

Yami clapped his hands and a bag of gold was brought out, "Speak!"

Rubi took hold of it and started muttering calculations. Satisfied, she closed it and looked at him.

"Well then!"

Rubi smiled, "It seems your fugitive has found himself a ... lover of sorts. One that may intrest you ..."

"Go on..."

"The most wanted man in Egypt ..."

"Uh huh...''

"Bakura!"

"What about him..."

"He's the fugitive's lover!"

"I see ..." Yami said.

The King thought quickly, "How would you like to have three times that gold in your hands?"

"Why not..."

"Then you will have to do something first ... as ... a sort of ... trap ..."

Marik tried to get away from Bakura, "Let me go!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!'

"I don't like it here! Don't you care!"

"Frankly...NO!"

Marik gasped, "You're too mean! I don't think I like you anymore!

"So you're saying you liked me before?"

Marik's eyes widened. He stopped struggling, "N-no ... I mean ... well .. "

Bakura smirked at this. "Well..." Bakura pressed on.

Marik blushed as Bakura finally put him down, "And? So what!"

Bakura chuckled softly.

Marik was blushing a fierce red, "What!"

Suddenly, Bakura did something that he didn't expect himself to do, ever. He pressed his lips lightly against Mariks lips.

Marik's eyes widened,"Mmmph?"

He closed them and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck.

Bakura pushed him against the wall, deepning the kiss.

Marik parted his lips and allowed entry to Bakura's probing tongue.

Marik moaned into the kiss as Bakura started groping him.

He started going taking the robes off of Marik.

Suddenly Marik pushed him away, "NO! FATHER STOP!"

"Father...?" Bakura questioned.

Marik was trembling.

"Hey ... uh... calm down ..." Bakura said crouching down. "...its me...Bakura..."

Marik looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, "Ba ... Bakura?"

"Yes ... Bakura."

Marik's eyes focused, "KURA!"

He hugged the thief tightly.

"Uh ..." Bakura hugged him back.

Marik smiled, "Kura ... do you ... do you love me?"


A/N: And the BIG question is finally asked. Oh no! "drum roll please" Dun dun dun! What's gonna happen now! Find out next time on ... Fanfiction(dot)net, Wounded Hearts. Tune in next update and see the next chapter of this weird, crazy, and retarded story.

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