Like Oil And Water

Chapter 8: It Hurts

Marik's eyes glimmered with tears. "I ... I thought you said ... that's why you-"

The boy turned and ran. Bakura rose quickly, sent a glare at Remus, and ran after Marik.

"Marik! It ... it isn't how it sounds! I ... I had to say that for Remus to believe me! I'd never hurt you! Please stop!"

But Marik didn't stop. Clutching something to his chest, he ran out of the Inn and into the desert, with the thief on his tail. Though fast, Marik was quickly caught by the tomb thief who had infinite more experience in running (having practiced while running from countless soldiers.)

Bakura tackled him to the ground and the object that Marik had been holding, flew into the air and landed a few feet away from them.

"I got you! Listen brat! I didn't mean that! Okay! I don't love you! Got that! It was all an act! I just wanted you to lead me to the God cards and you did! What can I say ... stupidity must run in your family."

Marik's eyes filled with tears. Bakura turned him over so he was facing the boy and straddling him.

"Stop crying! Be a man!"

"I th-thought you loved me!"

Marik just cried harder. Bakura found that it hurt him to see Marik like this.

"You said you did! We ... we almost- ARGH!" Marik sniffled.

"Stop it!"

Marik didn't stop and Bakura was losing it. Marik was screaming for all of Egypt to hear and he'd be caught if he didn't do something. He pressed his lips against Marik's hard and was surprised to feel Marik's arms around him, pulling him closer.

Then he felt someone pull him up.

Bakura looked at the person who had rescued him from comitting a crime in any thief's eyes. It was Remus.

"Are you crazy, Bakura? Anyone could have seen you and you would have been killed! By my hand or anyone's!"

Bakura sighed, "Yes, I know ..."

He picked up Marik, who had retrieved his object from the sand, by his hair. Bakura looked at the thing Marik was carrying and gasped, surprised.

"What the hell! The Millennium Necklace! This son-of-a-bitch went to get thi-"

Marik suddenly stopped crying and shoved Bakura off of him, "Don't you dare!"

Remus and Bakura froze and looked at him wide-eyed.

"Don't you dare!" Marik cried again. "Don't you dare talk about my mother! You bastard!"

Remus strode forward and struck Marik, sending him whirling onto the sand.

Marik cried again, his tears moistening the cold sand of the desert. He looked up at Bakura, his bangs plastered on his forehead, face tearstained, eyes puffy.

Bakura looked disgusted but his glare soon softened, 'Pathetic ... poor ... boy ...'

"Ba-Baku-ra? Y-you said ... you loved me ... and that day on the beach, you kissed me. It felt real to me! How could you! How could you!"

Bakura looked away and let Remus tie Marik up. He let Remus be the one to beat him and take the Millennium Necklace that had once belonged to his dear sister. He let Remus gag him and chain his arms together behind his back. He let Remus do this to Marik because Bakura knew he could not, would not. And he turned away from them because he knew if he saw Remus doing this to what could have been 'his' boy, he'd kill Remus.

Then it was done and Remus was holding the chains that bound the small boy who was currently crying and on his knees. Bakura was almost sickened as he saw the ropes and chains cutting into Marik's skin and the gag tied tightly around Marik's head.

He cleared his throat, glared at Remus, and started walking towards the camels. He swiftly mounted his own while Remus tied Marik's chains to Bakura's camel. Then Remus mounted another camel and smiled at Bakura.

"Let's go. Do you prefer to race, or go at a slower pace for your bitch?"

"He is not my bitch! Or anything of mine! We could race if it were not so suspicious the Pharaoh would be on us in a second!"

Remus shrugged, the same sly smile on his face, "So you say ..."

They started their journey across the desert at a moderate pace, slow enough for Marik to keep up.

Remus coughed twice, "But I know better."

Bakura was now annoyed, "What! You talk so much I lose track of what you say!"

Remus shrugged, "All the better ... for me anyway."

"Remus, shut up!"

"Fine, I shall sing."

"NO! Okay, okay, you can talk!"

Remus grinned at Bakura who smiled back, "I knew you'd see things my way, dear love Bakura ..."

Bakura felt a lump in his throat as he saw Marik sniffle and wipe his nose with his chained hand.

But nonetheless, outside he looked at Remus and licked his lips, "Oh, so you're talking dirrrrty now?"

Remus shook his head, "Not really. I'm merely teasing you and your bitch."

Bakura glared at him, "I see you're still bitter I chose a mere boy over you, Mister High-and-Mighty?"

"Oh, so you admit to choosing him?"

"No! Ofcourse not! I meant, pretending to choose him!"

Remus rolled his eyes, "Same difference."

Bakura growled, "Can you like, fall off your camel and break your neck already!"

Remus shook his head, "You forget, only I know HOW to get The Power."

Marik looked up, "Wrong."

Both thieves stopped their camels and looked at him, "What?"

Marik merely looked back at the sand.

Remus' eyes narrowed, "If you know as well ... then you should know what lies ahead for you. Enjoy your last night of life."

Bakura felt sick in his stomach, "Yes, but Remus you'll kill him."

"No, you will."

"No."

"Yes, I'll tell you why when the time is right."

Marik, though, knew why. He looked at Bakura's Ring, which shone on the moonlight and he burts into tears.

'It hurts ... Remus is evil ... and Bakura ... it hurts ...'


A/N: R&R Plz.