Like Oil and Water
Chapter One: Blood Sinks In Too Fast
Bakura sighed with boredom as he looked at the sandglass. The hour was almost up. The tomb-thief sat up and looked at the door of the old inn.
'Almost time ...' he thought bitterly. 'Almost time for the old bat to come flying in and feed me the pack of lies and rumors he's accumulated ...'
Bakura grumbled silently while waiting. He looked back at the sandglass. It was empty.
Raising an eyebrow Bakura turned the sandglass and watched the sand begin to pour again.
'He's never late ...'
Then came the slam of a door opening and the whistle of the cold wind blowing outside. A shiver passed through Bakura as the cold air reached him and the cloaked stranged walked towards his table.
'He's here.'
The stranger sat down and took off his cloak, revealing his long, night-black hair and ivory complexion.
Bakura smiled when he saw his friend, "So what news do you bring me, Remus Khofra, Great Tomb-Robber and Sorcerer, Most Knowledgeable of the Black Heka Arts?"
Marik Ishtar pulled a pillow over his head as he heard his father's words.
"Get ready, Marik! Today is the most important day of your life."
"No!" cried Marik, "I won't! I don't make me, please!"
Cazim Ishtar grabbed Marik's hair and threw him out of bed, "NOW!"
Shaking, Marik put his new robe on. He followed his father, sniffling.
'I don't want to ... but I can't refuse ...'
Then Marik saw Odion. He tried to run to his older brother, "ODION!"
Odion turned away from him and two nearby servants grabbed Marik's arms and pulled him to 'The Room', kicking and screaming.
Cazim Ishtar picked the knife up and looked at his son's smooth back. Just imagining Marik screaming and begging for mercy made him smile. He pressed the blade against Marik's skin.
Marik's back arched as he cried out and called for Odion and Ishizu, and for his father to stop.
Then it was over ...
Marik felt burning agony on his back, blood formed a puddle around his waist, and his throat hurt from yelling.
Cazim was laughing. Marik heard the laughter ... felt his blood boil. Then he was pulled onto his back. Cazim ripped Marik's clothes off, touching him ... grabbing him ... kissing him ...
Marik felt his father try to force into him and the last thing he remembered was catching sight of the Rod.
Remus laughed, his black eyes twinkling, "Please don't call use my old title!"
Bakura smiled, "Oh so you let the pin-headed King call you that and not me!"
"You know I'm not his sorcerer any more!"
"Yes I do. And I also know you were his best and favorite ... why'd you rebel?"
"He wouldn't let me ... do something. Anyway! I found out something you might want to know ... the Ishtars are initiating some kid today."
"Kid? Hmm ... for once what you say intrests me."
"Yeah ... he's not really that much of a kid ... he's around fourteen or fifteen or so ... he was late for it. It was all his sister's fault, I heard."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Whatever. All we need is an initiated Ishtar. He'll do just fine."
Remus looked at Bakura in the eye.
Bakura sighed, "You want me to go and get him ... now!"
Remus nodded slowly, a curious smile on his face.
Bakura frowned, "Stop acting like I'm retarded!"
Remus smiled and leaned over to kiss Bakura, who turned away, "No Remus ... how many times do I-"
"I know, Bakura! You belong to no one ... yeah, yeah ..."
Bakura stood up and walked out the door. Remus sighed and watching him go.
'Why not ... huh Bakura? I'd treat you right ... why not?'
Bakura rode to the Ishtar Tomb, which he'd been shown by Remus ever since he was five. He looked at the abandoned well and got off his black horse, Ebony.
He walked over to the doors and pulled them open with a sigh, "Alright ... here we go."
It was dark inside. Too dark, too cold, too quiet. Maybe Remus had set a trap for him. Maybe the Ishtars knew he'd be coming. Mabe he'd be walking into his death as soon as he opened the door to the room. But he opened it anyway.
The door led to a hallway. Here things started getting intresting. He heard something ... crying ... sniffling ... a boy's voice.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he got to the door which led to the crying boy. He slowly opened it and peeked inside.When he did he almost wished he hadn't.
The walls were bloodstained. A woman was on a table cut open, her heart ripped out. A man was cut in half and lying in a puddle of blood. And there was another man who had also been ripped open and skinned alive ... the boy was naked and hugging him and crying.
But what caught Bakura's eye was the Millennium Rod lying a few feet away from the boy.
Bakura walked towards it. The boy gasped and grabbed the Rod, holding it close to his naked body, "No you don't!"
The thief walked up to him, "Give it to me now or else."
"I WON'T! Daddy wouldn't want me to! DADDY! Who did this to you!"
Bakura's eyes traveled over the scene again, "From the looks of it ... you."
Marik stod up and tried to punch Bakura, "How DARE you!"
All he managed to do was whirl into the thief's arms. He clung onto the tomb-robber and burst into tears, "I killed my daddy!"
Bakura almost started laughing. He punched Marik, "Act like a man will you!"
But, accidentally, he punched the boy too hard and sent Marik crashing to the wall. Marik was unconcious then.
Bakura grumbled and walked to the boy, "I can't believe this stupid boy."
He picked Marik up roughly and dragged him out.
"I can't believe this ... you better be good enough ..."
A/N: Once again the Lost Queen of Egypt strikes! Well, what do you think? Definite Delete? Or continue! R&R and tell me what you thought of when you read this new ficcie.
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