Ok, so from now on I'm going to focus on this fic. It was my first fic and I really want to finish it. It will have approximately five more chapters. Prepare for IsisxBakura love! Not necessarily in this chapter… Maybe… Maybe not…
Bakura walked down the main street in down town Cairo, he needed new clothes, and couldn't get them at Shadi's, he couldn't risk it. The market place normally had good quality clothes, though, the quality had almost exponentially gone down since he had last been alive. You could almost see through the cloth it was so thin!
Finally he found a good shop, small, but nice. Bakura almost felt bad about how few customers they had, he almost wanted to pay, almost.
Dressing in side of a small motel across the town, Bakura plotted out something to do that day. First on the list; Sell valuable gold necklace.
Isis sat quietly in her apartment sipping coffee, Malik and Marik had just awoken, and were fighting over the bathroom. She really had to wonder how the same person could argue so much with himself. Then again, she reasoned, Marik wasn't technically her brother, even though he was. Deciding that figuring it out was over her head, she watched as Rishid read his newspaper, when he started to speak.
"Isis?" He enquired.
"Yes Rishid?" She asked, looking up from her drink.
"I was just wondering, why are there blankets on the sofa? Did you sleep out here last night?" He asked, his head slightly cocked in a cute fashion, one he had picked up from Malik.
"Actually," She started, leaning over the table a bit nervously, "I-" She started, unable to finish.
"Hey Isis?" Malik yelled as he bound into the kitchen, obviously having lost the bathroom fight.
"Yes Malik?" She asked, a bit annoyed at being interrupted.
"I saw Bakura leave today, well, I think it was him, all I saw was his back but-" He started to rant, abruptly being cut off by Isis.
"Yes Malik?" She said, letting a bit of venom seep into her voice, warning him to get to the point.
"Well anyways, why was he here? Did he stay the night?" He asked, seeming a bit worried. Everyone always believed that he and Bakura were friends, quite the opposite, after the incident in Battle City, and the whole thing with Bakura and Marik getting bodies,(On different occasions) Malik wanted nothing to do with Bakura. What they had was a relationship created out of opportunity for both of them.
"Actually Malik, I was just going to talk to Rishid about that." She ssaid. Invoking Rishid enough to put his paper down and listen carefully.
"Bakura did stay last night." She started, her look daring Malik or Rishid to cut her off. Both Rishid's and Malik's eyes went wide.
"And, he may be staying for a few more nights." She finished, giving only what they needed to know, not wanting to go into detail about the whole thing.
"What? Why!" Malik whined in anger. He didn't particularly like the idea of a tomb robber living in his home.
"Now boys-" Isis started, getting to her feat, "I need to do some shoping, I would appreciate it if you could help clean up a bit and take care of the blankets on the sofa." She hinted, though more of a command than anything else. Isis let herself walk out of the kitchen, leaving behind two very confused boys. She would leave it up to them to tell Marik.
Rishid and Malik looked at the door, squeaking closed as Isis left, then looking at each other. They heard Marik start to walk towards the kitchen door, and looked fearfully at each other once again.
"Master Malik?" Rishid started.
"Yeah?" Malik asked back, a bit unsure.
"I just remembered," He said as he rose to his feet nervously.
"I have a very important date with Kelly." Rishid finished, backing slowly away from the table.
Isis walked swiftly down the street, carrying her basket with her as she went. Isis liked the freshness of the market place foods, though, preferred to buy her meat at a grocery store. For obvious reasons… She sighed as she studied the bread at the various stalls, she knew Malik and Marik would only eat a particular kind.
She walked a bit more when she noticed a tuft of white hair in a crowd, turning into an alley. Curious, she walked towards the alley, wondering if it could be Bakura.
Turning the corner, Isis saw Bakura talking to a person cloaked in a dark brown robe, it all seemed very shady to her.
"Bakura?" She whispered quietly, giving full view of herself.
Bakura whipped around, seeming to be shocked, the shady figure ran out of the alley as quickly as he could.
"Bakura? What were you doing?" She asked suspiciously, noticing Bakura stuff something into the inside pocket of his coat. A coat she had never seen him in before.
Bakura stood shocked, like a deer in headlights before he came up with a plausible alibi.
"Well… I was talking, with an old friend." It was weak he knew, it had been a while since he had had to think on his feet. Hopefully, he thought, she wouldn't pry too deep.
Isis looked at him for a moment, she didn't believe him, but decided to let it drop, he obviously didn't want her to know, so she wouldn't push. It probably wasn't terribly wise to get involved like that anyway, she reasoned.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to change the subject as he walked towards her.
"I was shopping when I saw you, we need more bread." She said simply. She needed more than bread, but that was the main thing.
"I see." Bakura said as he joined her walking through the Market Place.
A half hour or so later, Isis finished her shopping, it was around noon by that time.
"Alright, that's it!" Isis squeaked happily, clapping her hands a bit, smiling.
"Done?" Bakura asked, seeming to be very board.
"I guess I'll go home and make lunch.. Did you want to come Bakura?" She asked, looking up at him.
Bakura looked down at the raven haired Egyptian girl, he almost thought he could see a plea in her eyes. It confused him. Though, he felt a strange tug, he felt inclined to go with her.
"Fine.." He said, looking around in a bored fashion.
"You don't have to…" Isis said quietly, thinking that maybe he felt he had too.
They walked back to her home in silence, both feeling very uncomfortable. Isis knew that Malik would be there, he loved his food, but she wasn't sure if Marik or Rishid would be. Marik had made a habit of coming home at irregular hours, and not seeming to eat all that much. Rishid had been with Kelly a lot ever since he had met her a few months before.
"It will probably just be you, Malik, and me." She said quietly, wanting to break the silence.
Bakura didn't seem to respond, being caught in his head, wrapped up in his own thoughts. It had been so long since anyone had invited him into their home for a meal. Well, he invited himself to stay there, but she didn't necessarily have to feed him.
Arriving back at the apartment house, Isis and Bakura found their way to her floor and apartment.
Going inside, Isis walked straight to the kitchen, leaving Bakura behind in the living room.
Malik walked out of his bedroom and down the short hallway to the living room, it had to be about time for lunch. When he stopped. On his sofa in the center of his living room, he saw Bakura. His eyes first grew wide, and then narrowed. It looked like he and Isis would have a guest for lunch.
Just then, Rishid entered the apartment, carrying a young blonde girl on his arm laughing. Perfect, he would have two unwanted guests at lunch. Malik narrowed his eyes at the girl, who looked much too young to be dating Rishid, though actually twenty-four.
Kelly was a young college student studying anthropology and archeology, among other things. She was a petite blue eyed blonde, who looked no older than fifteen. Who Malik happened to hate. Rishid had been his best friend before Kelly came along, ever since he had met her, he had spent less and less time with Malik, and all he talked about was her. Malik knew she was up to something, no one was ever so innocent, or sweet, or polite. It just wasn't natural, she always seemed to be happy. How he hated her.
"Hey Rishid, hey Kelly." Malik said, spitting out Kelly's name as if it were poisen.
"Hi Malik!" Kelly shouted happily, as if she hadn't seen him in a long, long time, promptly walking over to him and hugging him. Malik took on a disgusted look as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged his chest. His left eye starting to twitch a bit.
"And who is this?" Kelly asked sweetly as she noted Bakura's presence.
Bakura looked up from his seat on the sofa at the overly happy girl. He couldn't help but wonder to himself what she was doing with Rishid, but let it go. Bakura promptly got up off of the sofa, and without answering her question, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Kelly passed it off as she bounced down and took a seat on the sofa. "So Malik! How have you been?" She asked nicely, Malik's left eye getting worse by the second.
Bakura walked swiftly into the kitchen, not wanting anymore contact with the blonde girl.
Isis turned around from the stove, "Hello Bakura." She said as she smiled, adding a certain spice to whatever she was cooking.
"I thought I heard someone come in?" She said, more as a question.
"Rishid and some blonde girl." He spit out, not wanting to talk about her.
"Oh, Kelly! Did you meet her? Isn't she nice?" She asked happily, obviously trying to make conversation.
"Tch…" He said as he laughed a bit, he found the girl completely annoying.
"I wasn't sure what you would like to eat, so I'm making something we used to eat all the time, I hope you don't mind." She said, returning to her cooking.
"What's in it?" He asked, now interested, it smelled very good. Bakura got up from his seat, walking towards the stove where Isis stood stirring.
Isis started listing off ingredients, when she turned around, "Achh!" She shouted, not expecting Bakura to be so close. Bakura simply smirked.
Isis breathed in, over her shock, smiling a bit, returning to her oven. Bakura looked over her shoulder for a moment, she reminded him so much of the women of the past, the way she acted and looked. Bakura couldn't believe that he had just noticed it, it seemed so obvious now.
Isis turned around with a large pot, looking into Bakura's eyes she noticed something different.
Okay, next chapter, BakuraxIsis action! Or is it? Suspense! Or not… Anyways, this is almost done. Please tell me what you think should happen! Please read and review!