Wounded Hearts

Chapter 14: And Falling In Love

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

Bakura couldn't answer to that. He himself didn't know.

"W-well?"

"Yes ..."

Marik's heart stopped, "Really!"

"Yeah ..." Bakura muttered. He slowly got up.

Marik looked up at him, "What is it?"

"Oh nothing..."

"Where you going then?"

''Uh ... I'm hungry?"

"Oh ... me too."

"Here then." Bakura replied handing him the leftover steak

"And you?"

"Uh ... I'm not hungry anymore.."

Marik frowned, "Liar! We can share ..."

"Fine."

Marik took half of the steak.

"Thanks ..." Bakura mumbled.

Marik nodded, "Sure thing ..."

He put his head on Bakura's lap.

Bakura tensed up immediately

Marik frowned, "You okay?"

"No- I mean YES! Yes ... I'm fine ..."

"You're not fine? Why not? I'll move if you ... want ..."

"No... Don't."

Marik smiled, "You sure?"

"Yes."

Marik nodded and unconciously rubbed his head onto Bakura's lap, "Okay."

Bakura blushed and was suddenly getting hot.

Marik looked up at him, "Uh?"

"What?"

"You look ... your face is flushed ..."

This made Bakura turn red even more

"Huh?" Marik sat up, still on Bakura's lap, "Are you hot?"

"A little..."

"Oh I see ... seems like you're always hot."

Marik's bare bottom was resting right on Bakura's crotch.

This made Bakura even more hot. He had a sudden urge to, well you know.

Marik, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to this. He was busy checking Bakura's temperature, "Maybe you have a fever ..."

"No ... its ... not ... that ..." he said, straining for the words.

"Then what?"

Marik leaned forward.

Suddenly all controll was lost as he gripped Marik by the shoulders and pinned him down.

Marik's eyes widened, "Kura!"

But Bakura said nothing and continued trailing hot kisses along his skin.

Marik shivered as pleasure snaked through his body, "Oh Kura ..."

Bakura moaned, "Marik?"

Marik looked at him, "What?"

"Do you ... are you willing ...?"

Marik nodded and Bakura smiled.

"Here we go," he drove hard into the thinner boy.

Marik moaned, "Oh Ra ... Bakura ... "

"Yes Marik ...?"

"D-don't ... stop ..."

Outside the Cairo moon shone brighter than ever. Sand blew into the tomb by means of cracks on the wall. But the pair noticed nothing, as they lied on the cold, stone floor, soon to be warmed by their feverish love-making.

The next morning, Bakura woke up before Marik. He looked down at the sleeping form.

Marik was huddled close to him, his head resting on his chest.

Bakura smiled despite himself.

Marik stirred slowly, but then fell bac to sleep, nuzzling once more on Bakura's chest.
Bakura ran his fingers through Marik's hair, then remembered they were out of food. He managed to slip out of bed unnoticed. He quickly dressed and went out to get them breakfast.

After a while Marik woke up to a Bakura-less bed. He looked around but found no trace of the thief.

'Hmm ... I wonder where he is ... and how long he's been gone ... and where he went. And why didn't he tell me!'

He pouted and crossed his arms.

Then he heard a loud knock at the door. he quickly put on his robe and stood up to go and answer it.

But when he got there he hesitated.

'What if it's the soldiers?'

Then there was the knock and a familiar voice, "Bakura dear! I need to speak to you!"

Marik immediately frowned at the voice. How he loathed that voice. His morning seemed to be ruined already. He 'hmmph'd softly and turned on his heel.

"Bakura dear! I have splendid news! I KNOW you'll want to hear it!"

Marik abruptly stopped but dared not to make any noise. He strained his ears, as if he wanted Rubi to continue but would make no notion of it.

"It's about what you said about your bitch!"

Marik froze and continued to listen to what she was rambling on about.

"Bakura dear! You said Marik meant nothing to you correct? He was just a good fuck? Just for the Rod ...? It's me you love? Well, Come to the door! I have great news!"

Marik stiffened when she said this. 'What! K-kura said that ...!'

"Open the door!" came the voice of Rubi.

The worled outside Marik's ears was shut off. Nothing passed his ears. He jsut stood there, numbly, slowly relishing the information that was given to him.

'Just a good fuck! No wonder ... he was so ... intent on yesterday ... NO! It can't be!'

He was on the verge of crying but he held it back. Rubi's words and poundings could be heard outside still but he took no heed to what was happening.

"Right after you left I found out! And I ran here to tell you! I'm pregnant!"

Marik's heart was shattered when she said this. He stared at the door, tears finally coming out.
Then there was the turning of the lock and the opening of the door. And Bakura stood there.

He saw Marik, bent on the floor, softly sobbing.
"Marik?" The thief approached Marik slowly.

Marik saw his and backed away, "You! So I'm just a 'good fuck' to you, am I! I know why ... why y-you s-said all those n-nice things to me! You just want the Rod! Isn't it why! ISN'T IT WHY!"

Bakura just stared at him, a confused look on his face. "What ... ?"

"Don't deny it!" Marik was hysteric now, "Don't you DARE deny it! Rubi tolf me what happened! You j-just seduced me for the Rod! I knew it! What would the King of Thieves want with a brat like me!"

"What rubbish are you speaking? Rubi? How- What- Where is she now!"
"That's why you were gone in the morning! You were out ... f-fucking her! And now ... now she's PREGNANT! I HATE YOU!"

On a sudden impulse, Marik ran out the opened doors.

"Marik!"
Bakura ran after the boy. Then someone caught his arm. It was Rubi.

"My darling Bakura! Why do run after that senseless boy when you have me ...?"

"Rubi..." Bakura growled. "What...did...you...tell...him...!" he demanded through gritted teeth.

Rubi held his hand loosely, "Just the truth ... or what SHOULD have been the truth. That you ... only want him as a cheap fuck ... just for the Rod ... and that you're with me ... and that I'm pregnant."

"What..." Bakura said emotionlessly, jerking his arm out of her grip.

Rubi laughed, tossing her long, black hair over her shoulder, "That is ofcourse a lie ... he's headed towards a trap if you must know ... I'm on Yami's side ..."

Bakura saw red the moment those words reached his ears. He reached for his dagger.

Rubi saw his action a second to late. Witha swift strike Bakura ripped her head off. Her body fell limply onto the floor, bloodstained, for all it's prettiness.

Bakura ran off, looking everywhere for Marik.

He remembered Rubi's words, 'He's headed towards a trap if you must know ...'

Realization came to him suddenly, 'The tomb ... his tomb ...'

Bakura ran as fast as his legs would allow, towards the tomb which had been Marik's previous home.

He didn't let the many bushes or weeds in his way faze him, important matters was on his mind.

Finally he reached the desert, the tomb was at a short distance.

Bakura quickly took cover behind a nearby rock for there was guards near the tomb. He saw Marik emerge, holding the Rod. His eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Marik ..." the thief muttered

Marik frowned as he saw all the soldiers, "What are you doing here!"

"What do you mean what we're doing here!" one soilder said gruffly. "We should be asking you that!" said the other one.

"I ... I'm leaving!" And with that Marik tried to run away.

But the soilders easily caught him.
"Lemme go!"

Bakura gasped slightly but regained himself as he marched down to them.

Marik was struggling to free himself. He had the Rod in hand, "STOP! LEMME GO!" Then quite accidentally, Marik pointed the Rod at them and his captors were immediately sent flying backwards.

Marik tried to run off again. But then another arm caught him and it wasn't the arm he had expected.

"Marik ..." Bakura said as he roughly turned him around.

Marik gasped, "YOU!"

He wrenched his arm out of Bakura's grasp and threw the Rod at his feet, "THERE! That's what you wanted, isn't it! Well there! Now leave me alone! I HATE you! How dare you seduce me for the Rod and call me a 'cheap fuck'! Well now you got what you wanted and you've lost me!"

"Marik ... try to understand. Ruby tricked you ..." Bakura said in a calm matter. His eyes looked pleadingly into Marik's furious ones.

"LIAR! I believe nothing you say! EVER!"

Bakura grasped him again and kissed him forcefully. Even though Marik was squirming endlessly, he just deepeneed their kiss.

Then he came to his senses and slapped Bakura.

Bakura, awestruck just stared at him, mouth open slightly. He had never seen Marik so angry ... so much hatred. He was silent and so was Marik, still glaring at Bakura with blazing eyes. Bakura gulped slowly and turned away, walking away slowly, thinking it was no use.

Marik broke down crying and was about to go after Bakura, thinking maybe Ruby HAD tricked him! There was a possibility, was there not!

Then the hands grabbed him; the soldiers. They grabbed his hair and pushed him onto the floor, while they chained him up.

He tried calling out Bakura but his voice was muffled by a gag. Then, thinking he had no other choice, he bit the soilders hand.

"ARGH! SON OF A-"

"Bakura!" Marik screamed at the top of his lungs.

Bakura turned around and saw his lover chained up. "Marik!" he cried in disbelief.

The soldier whose hand Marik had bitten, back-handed him, sending the boy flying onto the ground.

Marik struggled to get up, lost his balance because of the chains, tried again and fell back down, numb with weakness and pain.

Bakura's blood boiled seeing how these bastards DARED touch HIS Marik.

He marched over, the sands blowing behind him. He stopped in front of the two soilders, glaring at them mercilessly.

"You got some business here?" one of them asked, glaring back at him but with a less intense gaze.

The other slapped his forehead, "He's the thief, stupid! This asshole's lover! We're supposed to get them both, remember!"

Bakura sneered at their stupidity and stepped forward merely folding his hands behind his back. He was calm ... too calm and it scared the two solders.

But, luckily (or unluckily, depending on our point of view) one of them actually had his wits about him and grabbed Marik's hair, pulling him up on his knees. He unsheathed his sword and positioned it at Marik's throat, "Try anything funny ... and you'll regret it as much as him!"

Bakura chuckled darkly as he continued forward, each step revealing his Millenium Ring.

The blade pressed closer to Marik's throat, "I'm warning you! One more step and this kid's head will roll!"

Bakura didn't listen and kept moving forward, his black aura surrounding them bit by bit.

"You asked for it ..." the soilder said, his eyes showing no mercy. He pressed the blade closer and blood tricked.

"Ba ... ku ... ra ..." Marik whispered hoarsely.

Bakura's eyes widened as he stopped, the aura also stopping and disappearing slowly. As if on cue, the soldier loosened his grip, but not entirely.

"Alrigh ..." Bakura muttered, his Ring having retired to the depths of his cloak.

Marik wimpered, "R-run! I'll be okay! Please save yourself!"

The guard threw him onto the floor and kicked him. "Shut up! And you, Lokhna! Are you gonna grab him or what!"

The other soldier nodded and grabbed Bakura's arms, pinning them behind his back. The soldiers dragged them both, Marik continuously looking at Bakura. Bakura never looked at him and was silent. The expression on his face was hardened.

Marik felt bad. The worst he'd ever felt in his life, "Bakura ...?" He continued in a small whisper, "I'm sorry ... this is all MY fault!"

Bakura was still silent not really caring what Marik said. It would do no good.

"Please Bakura! Look at me! Say something ...? Are you angry at me?"

Bakura still remained silent.

"TALK TO ME!" he yelled. The soldier who had hold on him jerked on his hair, causing a yelp of pain to emit from Marik.

Bakura growled slowly as he saw Marik wince from pain. He despised the soldier who was holding Marik.

Marik sniffled and looked at Bakura reproachfully, "I'm sorry ... Kura ..."

They arrived at the place where two large doors greeted them. Two more guards were there and they opened the door for them.

Marik wimpered in fear, "I'm scared ..."

"Don't be ..." Bakura said monotonelessly. Marik looked at him and nodded slowly. He stopped crying at once.

'But why ...? Why am I not supposed to be scared?'

"...act calm..." the thief said as if reading his mind

"Why?"

"Just ... trust me"

Marik smiled, "That's easy."

Bakura smiled back, weakly.

They had arrived in the palace's main room; where they pharoah was. He sat on his throne looking rather pleased, he had a cruel smile on his face.

He sat up and looked pleasantly at them, "I have found you ... at last. And this time, neither of you will leave this palace ... alive."


A/N: Wow! I'm pretty awsome huh? I can do an implied YAOI scene, make Marik's life perfect one second, BANG! I've turned it upside-down and led them to their deaths! Or worse! MUAHAHA! I rule!

"setoxserenitylover poked with stick" Oh riiiight, my co-writer is okaaaay too.

But really! How is it? Reaaaaally retarded? In a bad way? "wimper" RR PLZ!