Like Oil And Water
Chapter 9: It's Only Cause And Effect
Bakura sighed as he heard Marik's breathing grow louder. The boy was obviously tired, but he said nothing. He didn't moan or complain, nothing. But Bakura knew ... the boy was suffering and at this rate he'd die ...
So he stopped his camel and looked at Remus, "Right Remus, we'll stop for the night."
"Oh?" Remus laughed darkly. "Is your bitch tired already?"
"No!" Bakura spat back irritably, "I'M tired."
"But, you're never tired."
Bakura jumped down from the camel, "Well, guess what? I'm human and thus tired NOW!"
Remus shook his head incredulously and smirked while jumping off his own camel. And tying both camels to a stake which he pounded into the sand.
He unbuckled a large bundle from the camel's side and threw it on the floor, producing two floor mats with special bags full of sand sewn at the four corners to keep it from blowing away. They were to lie on. Next came the thick matress, thick blankets, and pillows. Last came a thin sheet of linen, thin enough to breathe through . They were made to keep sand and mosquitos away and had sand bags on the corners as well.
Bakura took out an oil lamp and a waterskin and threw them at Remus who disappeared under his linen sheet. Then taking a lamp and waterskin for himself, Bakura looked at Marik who was on his knees looking up at the night sky. The boy looked ehausted, lips chapped, eyes tired, and bruised ... very bruised.
Bakura sighed as he lied on the matress, "Listen you ... you look like shit. It's best you get a good night's sleep. You can have one fifth of my matress."
Marik looked at Bakura with eyes full of a mixture of hate, fury, and resentment, "I don't want or need your pity."
Bakura raised an eyebrow, "Fine, be that way. Have a nice time in the cold Egyptian night air."
With that Bakura disappeared under his own linen sheet. A few feet away Remus lay, unknown to Bakura, very, very happy.
Marik however was left alone to his tears beside the camels.
Presently, however, it got cold, sand began blowing, and he sneezed time after time. Soon he barely had strenght to sit up so he lied down near the furry animal's stomach.
Bakura saw through the thin cloth, the boy was asleep and shivering. He tried turning away countless times, but kept turning back to look at him. Finally, sand beating all around him, he threw the linen off and walked over to the boy.
"Wake up!"
And the boy woke up with a start, shaking sand off his hair and face. Bakura wasted no time, cut Marik loose from the rope, picked him up roughly and threw him onto the matress. Marik was shocked and promptly tried to run away.
But Bakura was too quick and pinned his down, "Listen boy, I'm being generous. So if you want run away, freeze to death in the cold, or get bitten by a snake or scorpion, get caught by thieves of any scoundrel that finds you and get beaten and raped for the rest of your life, or worse! Be my guest."
With that Bakura pulled the linen over them. Marik looked around and saw it was a very tight fit, made for only one person really. And Bakura was still on him.
Marik was breathing hard and not exactly comfortable, "Better them than you."
Bakura's eyes narrowed, "You asked for it."
He grabbed Marik and rolled them oover, switching their positions, then forced Marik at his side, so they were pressed together and lying sideways. Marik kept trying to move away but Bakura kept pressing him back onto his own body.
Marik soon gave up, though, too tired to fight. He was sweaty, his bangs sticking onto his head and could barely keep his eyes open. His body felt numbened. So he stopped struggling and let his head fall heavily onto Bakura's warm chest, and let the thief wrap his arms around his waist, and let them stay pressed together.
Once again Bakura felt guilty. Very, very guilty. But pushing aside everything he managed to get sleep.
For a while anyway.
He awoke to Marik shivering, sweating, his brow furrowed.
Bakura sat up as best he could and wiped the sweat off marik, "It's okay ... it's okay ... I'm here."
He pulled the blanket up and hugged the boy close.
'Tommorow, I'm talking to Remus. No more bullshit. I'm taking Marik with me far away from that psycho. Tommorow... Marik goes free.'
A/N: Okay, yeah! So TOTALLY short! But at least I did it! WHEEEE! IN A FRIEKEN WEEK this is all I managed! "put gun to head" Not HAPPY!
Oh well, not your guys' fault! R&R PLZ!