Like Oil And Water

Chapter 7: Not An Option

Marik frowned as Bakura counted out the necklaces, various jewels, bracelets, coins, rings, and other meaningless things made of gold, grinning.

"That was great Marik!"

Marik looked worried, "I had never robbed a temple before! And I didn't think I ever would!"

Bakura shrugged, "But you did it because you love me, right?"

"Yeah ..."

Bakura sighed as he stood up and grabbed his camel's reigns, "Where did you use to live? Tell me ... I want to know."

Marik looked doubtful, "It's beyond that rock ... way beyond."

Bakura nodded and helped him up to the saddle, "Okay. Let's go."

Marik got off the camel slowly, "I hate it here ... it brings back bad memories ... "

The tomb-keeper reached for the Rod at his belt, "I don't want to go inside."

Bakura bit his lip, "Let's just take a look, yeah?"

Bakura took Marik's hand as they decended the steps to the tomb., "I heard that there was some kind of treasure here?"

Marik's eyes narrowed instantly, "No."

"No?"

"I will not help you."

Bakura was taken aback, "B-but Marik ... I'm a tomb-robber, it's what i do, I mean-"

"But I'm not!"

Bakura frowned, "Fine!" He walked away from Marik, "You be that way!"

Marik watched Bakura leave, "Kura I'm sorry! Wait! I'll help!"

In his rush, Marik tripped over a loose rock. Bakura saw that with the corner of his eye and could have easily let Marik get hurt and maybe die, which would have been best for him, but he turned around and caught him. Marik looked up at him smiling, "Thanks."

Bakura gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his hand, "Okay? Where are the god cards?"

Marik showed him to a room where there was a low table with chains. There were three half-decayed bodies in it. Marik turned away, "The door at the back."

Bakura walked over to it and looked at the lock, "It's locked ..."

"Oh ..."

"You KNOW how to open it ... "

"So?"

Bakura walked over to him and hugged him. He carried Marik so he wouldn't have to see the corpses of his family.

They reached the door, "Okay, open it."

Marik pushed on the third brick next to the lock. The brick next to it popped out. Marik caught it and reached inside. He retrieved a key.

Bakura watched amazed as Marik unlocked the door with the key and opened it.

"There."

Bakura walked inside hurriedly. He saw nothing but another low table.

"You tricked me! Marik!"

Marik walked inside and sighed. He walked over to the table, "Gimme a hand with the lid."

Bakura blinked, "Lid?"

Marik rolled his eyes and pushed the lid off half-way. Bakura walked over and saw three cards under it. He pushed the lid off all the way. It fell onto the floor loudly.

The tomb-keeper looked away as Bakura drooled over the god cards.

"Wow! Marik! They're finally mine!"

"That's nice."

"Soon ... soon ... I will have the ultimate power!"

Marik raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"I said I love flowers!"

Marik frowned at him, "Whatever ..."

'Something's up ... that's clear enough ...'

Bakura pocketed the three cards and started leaving. Marik followed silently.

They got to the Inn pretty quicky and Marik went straight to bed. Bakura meanwhile had business to take care of.

He walked to Remus' room and threw the door open, "Remus!"

Remus was sitting in a chair reading by the light of a candle. He didn't look up when Bakura came in.

"Remus!"

Remus still didn't look up, "Yes?"

"I got them!"

"Good for you."

"Remus! Isn't that all we wanted! Now we can get the Ultimate Power!"

Remus nodded, "Yes ... but I'm trying to figure out what's missing. I'm not very good at translating Hieric, I'm afraid. Bring Marik ... he should know this script."

Bakura frowned, "He's asleep."

"I don't particularly care!"

Bakura exasperatedly and walked back to his room.

He turned on the oil lamp, "Marik?"

Silence.

Bakura walked over to the bed.

Empty.

Except for a note:

Went to take care of something. Be right back.

Love,

Marik

Bakura scowled and crumpled the note, stuffing it into his pocket.

He walked back to Remus, "Brat's gone. Left a note saying he'd be back soon, though."

Remus shrugged, "Oh well."

He pointed to some scrolls on the table, "Memorize the maps. You can read them best."

Bakura sighed and took a seat next to Remus, and began to read the maps.

Bakura wiped the sweat from his forehead as he turned the hourglass for the second time.

"I wonder where that stupid brat is ..."

Remus looked over at Bakura, "You seem worried. Why?"

"I am NOT worried Remus! Fuck off!"

Remus shrugged, "I'm just saying-"

"So what's the 'plan' anyway!"

"Plan?"

"Yes PLAN! Why do we need Marik anyway!"

"Oh ... that. We need his blood."

Bakura's eyebrows went up, "Blood? So ... basically we have to chop his arm off or something?"

"Oh no ... much more."

"Really? How much more."

"Don't you see Bakura? We have to kill him ... you more specificallyYOU have to ..."

Bakura gulped as Remus smiled, "So will you do it?"

Bakura frowned, "Yes. Yes, I will. That brat means nothing to me anyway-"

Crash.

Both men turned to see Marik standing there, having dropped an oil lamp.

"Ba-Bakura ... how ... how could you!"


A/N: Okay yeah ... here's where it gets difficult. Here's where it gets ... bloody ... "shudder"

So yeh ... R&R PLZ!