Like Oil And Water

Chapter 5: A Special Place

Marik's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked over at the bedouins tents, "WHOAH! So many camels! I want to ride one some day!"

Bakura smiled, "We will ... we will."

"GREAT! Hey Bakura ... what are those brown tents near that big rock. And why do people keep dumping stuff into the river?"

"Those are the embalmer tents. They make mummies in there."

Marik shivered, "Ugh, I hate the dead."

"Why?"

"I don't ever want to die ..."

"Why not? What if you ever get tired of living?"

"Never! I'll never get tired of living because I'm going to live my whole life with you!"

Bakura almost felt guilty for using him so cruelly and toying with the poor boy's feelings. Almost ...

"Let's go see the fishermen."

"Fishermen?"

"Yeah ... we'll see them catch what we're going to eat."

Hand in hand Bakura and Marik walked over to the fishermen to watch the elaborate net-casting, and pulling the fish onto the boat, and fighting off hippoppotamus and crocodiles that were also hungry.

Other people watched as well. Various fine ladies with necklaces and bracelets that Bakura greedily managed to slip off and pocket. Men with heavy money bags from which Bakura stold handfuls of coins without them noticing at all. Only Marik grinned at him as he felt Bakura's moneybags.

Soon the two boys had plates of various fish in front of them They ate until they were literaly stuffed.

Bakura sat back on his couch and pulled Marik to sit on his lap again. He hugged the boy from behind, "Almost there ..."

"Where?"

"You'll see. It's a special place. I think you'll like it ..."

"Where? Tell me please!"

"No because then it wouldn't be a surprise would it?"

"Oh come on! I'll be surprised anyway! Please!"

"Nope."

Marik sulked until he felt the thief put his head on his shoulder. It's weight comforted him.

Marik looked ahead. A flash of blue stung his eyes and it took him a few seconds to figure out where they were. Before Marik could speak a word, Bakura was pulling him off the boat and carrying him to the 'special place'. Bakura laughed as he dropped Marik onto the sand.

Marik looked out at the ocean, "It's beautiful ..."

"I know isn't it? Come on, let's go for a swim."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know how to ... swim."

"Oh ... Okay then, we won't go too deep."

Marik nodded and took off most of his clothes as did Bakura. They walked to the shore. Marik let the waves reach him but once the cold water actually touched his skin, he let out a squeal and tried to run off. The tomb-robber grabbed his hand and pulled him close.

"Come on ... it can't be colder than the Nile."

"Yes it can! It is! It is! It is!"

"No it isn't, you big baby! Come on."

With that he led Marik knee-deep into the ocean.

"What if there's sharks?"

"There isn't."

"Jelly-fish?"

"No."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW!"

Just then a huge wave almost knocked them over. Marik clung on to Bakura to keep from being washed away.

Bakura laughed, "It's okay. I've got you. But you've got to lighten up, kay?"

Marik nodded slowly.

With that Bakura pulled Marik headfirst onto an incoming wave.

They were pulled under.

Marik looked scared when he finally came up for air.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO DROWN ME!"

"No."

The next wave Marik tried it on his own to dive into it. Bakura grabbed his hand to keep from separating.

Their day was spent diving into incoming waves. But, soon, too soon for both of them, the sun started setting and they had to dry off before night fell.

Marik hugged Bakura as they dried off with his cloak and then set that on the sand to dry.

They sat on the sand to watch the sunset.

"It's beautiful ... the sun ... and it's light bouncing off the sea."

"Yes it is ... isn't it?"

Marik looked up at Bakura, who was looking down at him with a strange expression. His eyes were soft ... lips parted ... leaning down closer ...

And Marik followed suit and turned his face up to meet his lips.

'And here ... I take the plunge ... this stupid ... naive ... boy ... believes I love him ... and to prove it I must ... do this ...'

And their lips met and Bakura's mind went blank. No planning, no scheming, nothing. Pure bliss. Pure pleasure as he wrapped his arms around the boy's small waist.

He pushed Marik down onto the sand and reached under his pants. It was then Marik pushed him off. Hard.

"NO! No ... not that. Not yet anyway ... please not that."

Bakura nodded, "It's okay. I won't force you ..."

"Thank you."

Bakura hugged Marik close, "I'm sorry ... for scaring you. I'll take it slower."

Marik nodded, "It's getting cold ..."

Bakura stood up and helped Marik up. "Let's go home then."

Marik raised an eyebrow, "How?"

Bakura grinned and grabbed his arm, "C'mon!"

They ran along the shore, laughing and rough-housing along the way. Eventually they reached a small shack that looked to Marik like a stable.

Bakura knocked on the door and spoke to a toothless man in some strange language. Soon though, he threw a necklace that he had stolen from the fine lady on the boat. The man grinned his toothless grin and showed them to (Marik was correct) a stable. Bakura motioned for Marik to wait outside and soon came back out with a camel.

Marik gasped and smiled, "Kura! Cool!"

He huggled Bakura tightly and laughed, "Wow!"

Bakura smiled, "Anything to see you happy ... love ..."

Marik blushed and grinned, "Thank you."

The man left them and Bakura steadied the camel. The thief grabbed Marik's waist and hoisted the boy up to the seta tied onto the camel's back. He soon mounted as well and showed Marik how to hold on to him and the camel.

Then Bakura pulled on the reigns and they were off.

At first they went slowly to get Marik used to the animel. Then they galloped through the sand enjoying the cool desert breeze. Soon the camel tired and they were forced to slow to a moderate pace.

They made it Inn very late and to Bakura's dismay Remus was there wating for them.

"Have fun ... boys?" he asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Marik, though, didn't catch that and nodded enthusiastically, "It was great! I've never been to any of those places before! Kura's the best!"

Remus smiled bitterly, "He is ... until someone better comes along ... "

Marik frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Yes ... first it was that dancer girl ... then I came along ... now you ... Bakura changes 'loves' faster than seasons change."

But Remus miscalculated Marik's intelligence. The boy just stepped in front of bakura protectively and yelled, "You're just bitter!"

Remus frowned, "What?"

"Ali told me! And Bakura did too! He never loved you and now you are jelouse! So ... uh ... f-fuck off!"

Remus smiled, "Bakura ... do not tell me ... the mouse has overtaken the mighty lion? Because the hawk knows ... and the hawk has spoken before hand ... and the lion knows what the hakw does ... to the intruding MICE!"

With that Remus stormed off, his cloak billowing behind him. And Marik noticed the blue hawk lined in gold in the back of the cloak.

The boy turned to Bakura with curiosity in his eyes, "What DOES the hawk do to the intruding mice?"

Bakura looked at the floor and smiled, 'Nothing ... unles he wishes death by a lion."

Marik put his arms around Bakura's neck, "Good."

"Let's go take a bath."

"Not the Nile again!"

"Where else!"

"Aw man!"

Bakura pulled Marik closer and as they walked in silence to the shallow side of the Nile he thought about what Remus had said.

'True we did have a plan ... but ... I don't know anymore ... not after that kiss ... and he's never told me the concequences ... if anything should go ... dreadfully wrong ...'


A/N: Big scary, mean Remus! WAAA! He's BAD! I don't like him! "wink" Hmmm ... what couple should this ficcie be centered with ... Kura X Remus? Or Kura X Makky?

Anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, R&R PLZ!